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I don’t know any New Orleans Saints fans. If I see you wearing Saints apparel, you are a frontrunning, carpetbagging SOB, and probably a damn Yankee cracker to boot. That is all.
I don’t know any New Orleans Saints fans. If I see you wearing Saints apparel, you are a frontrunning, carpetbagging SOB, and probably a damn Yankee cracker to boot. That is all.
I had a college friend who loved basketball as much as I — at the time anyway — loved baseball. We were both happy to rip each other’s sport at any opportunity. I would suggest they just shorten each basketball game to 2 minutes, because the first 46 minutes of an NBA game were meaningless except to assign a random number of fouls to each player.
He would yell, “Pitch the ball! Pitch it now!” at the TV screen while the batter stepped out of the box and the pitcher peered in for the signs from the catcher.
But, as it turns out, football has the same problem: A recent study showed that the entirety of action during an average NFL game actually lasts only about 11 minutes. The rest of the time is spent dawdling and milling about. And, oh yes, commercials.
For making it impossible to buy any decent cold medicine at the store anymore. Even al-Qaida didn’t go that far. Bastards.
We might have an early spring. I am in the middle (OK, early middle) of a series of updates to the website and other O-fer-related things. Posts are always sporadic in the winter because I’m on my mental vacation, but look for some changes to come in the weeks ahead.
You all rock.
Somebody posted a relevant comment on the Tiger Woods item, and somehow it “got deleted” through some arcane process that I don’t completely understand. So if you read this, and you know who you are, try posting again. I will do my best not to erase it the next time.
I’ve never understood the fascination with Tiger Woods, which in a way makes the sudden media frenzy more understandable.
He has always seemed like a golf-playing automaton, making near-perfect shot after near-perfect shot and taking no joy from it whatsoever. Even his rapid-fire fist pumps after another electrifyingly clutch shot seem, well, forced. Maybe a better word is programmed. As a child, maybe he didn’t get ice cream after dinner unless he did fist pumps for 30 minutes. More »
OK, I hate basketball, but I found this article about the possibly-not-to-be-published book by former NBA referee Tim Donaghy (you remember, the gambler?). I think it’s not just the stories about the betting that are shocking, it’s also the idea (unthinkable!) that human beings could play favorites and actively miss or make calls for personal reasons.
My favorite excerpt from the excerpts, as it were:
[Fellow referee Dick Bavetta] actually paid an American Airlines employee to watch all the games he worked and write down everything the TV commentators said about him. No matter how late the game was over, he’d wake her up for a full report. He loved the attention.
I think I might have a candidate or two for a softball umpire who thinks he’s the reason the two teams are playing.
#33 Jerry Sullivan
The Prima-Donna Pitcher