-- If being an asshole is ever criminalized, and sentences doled out according to exactly how big of an asshole you are, we could put Drew Peterson behind bars for several lifetimes even without convicting him of the murders of his wives.
-- It's good to see Dominic DiAngi, the boy knocked unconscious by a foul ball at Wrigley a couple weeks ago, has recovered enough to throw out the first pitch on his 8th birthday Saturday. And it's really good to see that he understands that you don't want to short-hop that throw under any circumstances:
I think we have a baseball fan for life!
-- In honor of hockey at Wrigley, henceforth in this space, any time a Cubs player hits a home run in the Friendly Confines he shall be said to have "lit the lamp".
-- Screech, a.k.a. Dustin Diamond, is working on a tell-all book about his Saved By The Bell years. It's reported that his tale will include accounts of sex, drug use and other general fun times among the cast. I'm not sure anyone will be shocked to learn that such physical specimens as Tiffany-Amber Theissen and Mario Lopez acted on their hormones in their teenage years, but if I find out Belding was spoinking my sweetie Miss Bliss, I swear to god I'll have his ass in a sling.
-- Barack Obama met with British Prime Minister Gordon Brown on Saturday. He did not, unlike this guy, superglue himself to the man.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Kevin Croons
Here’s the song I was singing while watching the Cubs fall to the D-backs 9-2 Tuesday night. It‘s to the tune of Where Have All The Flowers Gone (track No. 36 on that link) by the Kingston Trio.
Where has all the scoring gone
Since the All-Star break
Where has Carlos Marmol gone
Since early June
Where have all the sluggers gone
Ramirez now oh-for-eighteen
When will they ever win
When will they ever win
When will they ever win again
And since I ripped on Ryan Dempster the other day, I'll give him props here. When the Cubs notched their only win in their last six games on Sunday, the story of the game was definitely that Dempster got his first road win since 2006.
Where has all the scoring gone
Since the All-Star break
Where has Carlos Marmol gone
Since early June
Where have all the sluggers gone
Ramirez now oh-for-eighteen
When will they ever win
When will they ever win
When will they ever win again
And since I ripped on Ryan Dempster the other day, I'll give him props here. When the Cubs notched their only win in their last six games on Sunday, the story of the game was definitely that Dempster got his first road win since 2006.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Brain Shuffle, 7/20/08
Random thoughts from things that happened in the last week:
* So here's the thing about the New Yorker cover featuring Obama and Michelle Obama: Americans simply don't pick up on satire of racial issues. It's a far too sensitive topic. People didn't pick up on the satirical aspect of the noose image on the cover of Golf magazine; people thought Rolling Stone posed LeBron James to look like King Kong; heck, people even got a litte perturbed about the Saturday Night Live send-up of Hillary Clinton's 3 a.m. ad (showing an inexperienced Obama floundering in the White House), and that's in a forum that's supposed to be satire. Ergo, if The New Yorker is as sophisticated as it presumes itself to be, it should have realized that most people aren't sophisticated enough to pick up on any satire that was intended. Coupled with the fact that this magazine celebrates everything about the city that serves as the capital of ruffled Clinton supporters, I can't help but wonder what the magazine's true intentions were.
* I think T. Boone Pickens is my new favorite person.
* Earlier this week I caught commercials for the upcoming ESPYs and for Tropic Thunder. Ten years ago, when Something About Mary was in theaters and *NSYNC was putting out their debut album, who would have guessed that Justin Timberlake is legitimately funnier than Ben Stiller?
* Speaking of commercials, anybody know why the Pringles guy is selling Toyotas?
* The Tampa Tribune reported that the Bears might be interested in picking up quarterback Chris Simms, and I for one think that would finally give the Bears a complete quarterback. With Kyle Orton's arm, Rex Grossman's hutzpah and Simms' wacky internal-organ injuries, they would add up to Jim McMahon.
* President Bush says the U.S. economy won't "change on a dime". That's unfortunate, because some days it feels like that's all he's left in the U.S. economy.
* So here's the thing about the New Yorker cover featuring Obama and Michelle Obama: Americans simply don't pick up on satire of racial issues. It's a far too sensitive topic. People didn't pick up on the satirical aspect of the noose image on the cover of Golf magazine; people thought Rolling Stone posed LeBron James to look like King Kong; heck, people even got a litte perturbed about the Saturday Night Live send-up of Hillary Clinton's 3 a.m. ad (showing an inexperienced Obama floundering in the White House), and that's in a forum that's supposed to be satire. Ergo, if The New Yorker is as sophisticated as it presumes itself to be, it should have realized that most people aren't sophisticated enough to pick up on any satire that was intended. Coupled with the fact that this magazine celebrates everything about the city that serves as the capital of ruffled Clinton supporters, I can't help but wonder what the magazine's true intentions were.* I think T. Boone Pickens is my new favorite person.
* Earlier this week I caught commercials for the upcoming ESPYs and for Tropic Thunder. Ten years ago, when Something About Mary was in theaters and *NSYNC was putting out their debut album, who would have guessed that Justin Timberlake is legitimately funnier than Ben Stiller?
* Speaking of commercials, anybody know why the Pringles guy is selling Toyotas?
* The Tampa Tribune reported that the Bears might be interested in picking up quarterback Chris Simms, and I for one think that would finally give the Bears a complete quarterback. With Kyle Orton's arm, Rex Grossman's hutzpah and Simms' wacky internal-organ injuries, they would add up to Jim McMahon.
* President Bush says the U.S. economy won't "change on a dime". That's unfortunate, because some days it feels like that's all he's left in the U.S. economy.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Ryan Dempster, Please Don't Make This Difficult
Yeah, so it didn’t take me long to revert back to sports blogging. So sue me.
Anyhoo …
Today’s rant is about Ryan Dempster and his charge that Cubs fans have an attitude problem. He levied this allegation after an 8-7, 11-inning home win over the Giants, who were 39-54 going into the game.
Quick recap: Rich Harden pitched 5 1/3 innings of shutout ball in his first Cubs start; the Cubs led 7-0 going into the 8th and 7-2 going into the 9th; Carlos Marmol gave up 5 runs in the ninth; the Cubs finally snatched it out of the fire in the bottom of the 11th.
“Instead of the headline being 'Reed Johnson drives in game-winning run,' it was 'Marmol ruins Harden debut,' " Dempster said in a Chicago Tribune article. “That's the kind of the attitude in Chicago, and I think it gets put on the players a lot.”
I ran out of fingers trying to count the ways that this statement is wrong:
-- That’s not an attitude. By any objective measure, Marmol’s collapse was the story of the game.
-- Even if it were an attitude, it’s one that Dempster seemed to pick up from the news media, so he shouldn’t hold the fans accountable, even if they happen to agree, which they should.
-- If there’s an attitude problem in Cubs Nation, and there is, it’s that we’ve been far too forgiving for far too long.
-- Championship teams don’t blow 7-run leads late at home to sub-.500 opponents. This is a championship-caliber team. I’m not going to apologize for expecting them to play like one.
-- If players can’t handle fans getting miffed at teams that blow 7-run leads late at home, then players shouldn’t blow 7-run leads late at home. Problem solved.
OK, so I counted on Mordecai Brown's fingers instead of my own. That's beside the point.
Part of why I'm so irate is that there’s something more going on here. The Cubs have an annoying tendency to momentarily stop playing well after something goes wrong -- as evidenced by the Cubs’ lackluster 4-2 loss (Dempster’s first at Wrigley this year, BTW) the very next day. So far it hasn’t really hurt them, but in a 7-game series against a good team you can’t afford to have a couple off nights.
That said, I like Ryan Dempster. Heck, I like Carlos Marmol and I especially like Reed Johnson, who’s given the team everything he has in a supporting role. But Dempster in particular is a key to the Cubs’ success. He’s having a career year, and if the Cubs do anything in the post-season they will need him to pitch as well in October as he has so far this year. That means he can’t be sidetracked by tiffs with the fans and wacky World Series predictions. Ryan Dempster needs to sit down, shut up, stand up, and let his arm do his talking for him.
Anyhoo …
Today’s rant is about Ryan Dempster and his charge that Cubs fans have an attitude problem. He levied this allegation after an 8-7, 11-inning home win over the Giants, who were 39-54 going into the game.
Quick recap: Rich Harden pitched 5 1/3 innings of shutout ball in his first Cubs start; the Cubs led 7-0 going into the 8th and 7-2 going into the 9th; Carlos Marmol gave up 5 runs in the ninth; the Cubs finally snatched it out of the fire in the bottom of the 11th.
“Instead of the headline being 'Reed Johnson drives in game-winning run,' it was 'Marmol ruins Harden debut,' " Dempster said in a Chicago Tribune article. “That's the kind of the attitude in Chicago, and I think it gets put on the players a lot.”
I ran out of fingers trying to count the ways that this statement is wrong:
-- That’s not an attitude. By any objective measure, Marmol’s collapse was the story of the game.
-- Even if it were an attitude, it’s one that Dempster seemed to pick up from the news media, so he shouldn’t hold the fans accountable, even if they happen to agree, which they should.
-- If there’s an attitude problem in Cubs Nation, and there is, it’s that we’ve been far too forgiving for far too long.
-- Championship teams don’t blow 7-run leads late at home to sub-.500 opponents. This is a championship-caliber team. I’m not going to apologize for expecting them to play like one.
-- If players can’t handle fans getting miffed at teams that blow 7-run leads late at home, then players shouldn’t blow 7-run leads late at home. Problem solved.
OK, so I counted on Mordecai Brown's fingers instead of my own. That's beside the point.
Part of why I'm so irate is that there’s something more going on here. The Cubs have an annoying tendency to momentarily stop playing well after something goes wrong -- as evidenced by the Cubs’ lackluster 4-2 loss (Dempster’s first at Wrigley this year, BTW) the very next day. So far it hasn’t really hurt them, but in a 7-game series against a good team you can’t afford to have a couple off nights.
That said, I like Ryan Dempster. Heck, I like Carlos Marmol and I especially like Reed Johnson, who’s given the team everything he has in a supporting role. But Dempster in particular is a key to the Cubs’ success. He’s having a career year, and if the Cubs do anything in the post-season they will need him to pitch as well in October as he has so far this year. That means he can’t be sidetracked by tiffs with the fans and wacky World Series predictions. Ryan Dempster needs to sit down, shut up, stand up, and let his arm do his talking for him.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
A Chilly Reception For A Nice, Cold Beer
There was a time when Old Style equaled Chicago and Chicago equaled Old Style.
Back in the days when every Cubs game was guaranteed to be on WGN, white Old Style signs hung perpendicular to a bar on virtually every street. Cubs fans could tell you in their sleep that Old Style was fully kraeusened at the G. Heilmann Brewery in LaCrosse, Wis., having been broadcast that message in between seemingly every inning. Parents would send their young down to the store for a loaf of bread, a cartonof eggs and a 24-pack of Old Style cans.
It felt right that Chicago would have a signature beer, reflecting the true priorities of the true blue-collar city it was. But with progress came change. The city gentrified under Mayor Daley and has been steadily peeling away its crime, pollution, segregation -- and gritty, working-class charm. The brewery, meanwhile, was bought out by a larger fish, a success (or victim, depending on your point of view) of the assimilative American economy.
And now that economy has imposed a new beer, of its own breed, on the city, as giant brewer MillerCoors has chosen to locate its headquarters here.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m a big fan of Miller Lite. And I’m not the only one -- it’s probably the best-selling beer in the city these days. (Both Miller Lite and Bud Light claim to be tops. The companies really, really don’t like to divulge sales numbers, but from what I could piece together for a magazine article I wrote earlier this year, they arrive at their conclusions by counting in very different ways and the Miller Lite argument seemed more credible, apart from which anecdotal evidence would seem to support Miller’s claim.) I even prefer it to present-day Old Style, which is currently mass-produced by Pabst and no longer has the taste or texture it did in the 1980s.
Still, even if Miller Lite is first in our livers, as a national brand it could never be first in our hearts because it belongs to everyone. I would rather give the title of Chicago beer for the 21st Century to Chicago-based Goose Island, even though it’s brewed for and by the damn yuppies and traders who somehow replaced the factory workers as the flesh and bones of the city.
MillerCoors, after all, is the second-biggest brewer in America. Its laundry list of brands includes, obviously, Miller, MGD, Miller Lite, Miller Chill, Coors, Coors Light, and Keystone Light, as well as some you wouldn’t expect, such as Leinenkugel’s and Blue Moon. This proletarian company is even responsible for importing the staid Molsen brand. And unless you believe that the merger of Anheuser-Busch and ImBev will really end up with headquarters in St. Louis, MillerCoors could someday be the biggest American brewer.
All of this means that a city with a storied love affair with beer -- we rioted to overturn Dry Sunday laws in the 1800s; we gave Al Capone fame and fortune in exchange for fermented grains -- once again has a pervasive brand that calls it home. It should be a perfect fit. But it feels all wrong, because it’s not our great beer and they can have it.
Me, I’ll choose to forget my troubles with a cold bottle of LaCrosse Lager, made by City Brewery of LaCrosse, Wis., which will never admit that it’s the second coming of Old Style but does occupy the old G. Heilmann facility and employs its brewery to krausen its lager. I just wish the Cubs were on WGN.
Back in the days when every Cubs game was guaranteed to be on WGN, white Old Style signs hung perpendicular to a bar on virtually every street. Cubs fans could tell you in their sleep that Old Style was fully kraeusened at the G. Heilmann Brewery in LaCrosse, Wis., having been broadcast that message in between seemingly every inning. Parents would send their young down to the store for a loaf of bread, a cartonof eggs and a 24-pack of Old Style cans.
It felt right that Chicago would have a signature beer, reflecting the true priorities of the true blue-collar city it was. But with progress came change. The city gentrified under Mayor Daley and has been steadily peeling away its crime, pollution, segregation -- and gritty, working-class charm. The brewery, meanwhile, was bought out by a larger fish, a success (or victim, depending on your point of view) of the assimilative American economy.
And now that economy has imposed a new beer, of its own breed, on the city, as giant brewer MillerCoors has chosen to locate its headquarters here.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m a big fan of Miller Lite. And I’m not the only one -- it’s probably the best-selling beer in the city these days. (Both Miller Lite and Bud Light claim to be tops. The companies really, really don’t like to divulge sales numbers, but from what I could piece together for a magazine article I wrote earlier this year, they arrive at their conclusions by counting in very different ways and the Miller Lite argument seemed more credible, apart from which anecdotal evidence would seem to support Miller’s claim.) I even prefer it to present-day Old Style, which is currently mass-produced by Pabst and no longer has the taste or texture it did in the 1980s.
Still, even if Miller Lite is first in our livers, as a national brand it could never be first in our hearts because it belongs to everyone. I would rather give the title of Chicago beer for the 21st Century to Chicago-based Goose Island, even though it’s brewed for and by the damn yuppies and traders who somehow replaced the factory workers as the flesh and bones of the city.
MillerCoors, after all, is the second-biggest brewer in America. Its laundry list of brands includes, obviously, Miller, MGD, Miller Lite, Miller Chill, Coors, Coors Light, and Keystone Light, as well as some you wouldn’t expect, such as Leinenkugel’s and Blue Moon. This proletarian company is even responsible for importing the staid Molsen brand. And unless you believe that the merger of Anheuser-Busch and ImBev will really end up with headquarters in St. Louis, MillerCoors could someday be the biggest American brewer.
All of this means that a city with a storied love affair with beer -- we rioted to overturn Dry Sunday laws in the 1800s; we gave Al Capone fame and fortune in exchange for fermented grains -- once again has a pervasive brand that calls it home. It should be a perfect fit. But it feels all wrong, because it’s not our great beer and they can have it.
Me, I’ll choose to forget my troubles with a cold bottle of LaCrosse Lager, made by City Brewery of LaCrosse, Wis., which will never admit that it’s the second coming of Old Style but does occupy the old G. Heilmann facility and employs its brewery to krausen its lager. I just wish the Cubs were on WGN.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Ho Ho Ho? Hardee-Har-Har
Should we really be surprised that Bernie Mac could do such a thing? I mean, his track record is full of these sorts of incidents.
In case you missed it, “comedian” Bernie Mac told a joke that just wasn’t funny.
Normally this wouldn’t be news, except for the fact that it also contained a mild slur against women and it happened at a fundraising dinner for Barack Obama on Friday night here in Chicago. Apparently some of the people who paid $2,300 a plate were understandably miffed.
As near as I can piece together from news reports, here’s the joke:
Mac’s nephew asks him what’s the difference between a hypothetical question and a realistic question. He tells the young lad to ask his mother if she would sleep with the mailman for $50,000, a query to which the matron responds with a resounding “hell yes” (or words to that effect). Mac then instructs our young protagonist to pose the same scenario to his sister, who also answers in the affirmative. Armed with these revelations, the elder Mac bestows this insight upon his nephew: Hypothetically we have $100,000, but realistically we live with a couple of hos.
Do you see? Even with the benefit of the most scintillating narrative I could muster, this joke is flat-out not funny. It’s not un-funny because of the term “ho”; it’s un-funny because the joke’s internal logic implodes upon itself.
For one thing, there’s a lot of confusion in here over the “question” element. Mac uses the word in the setup, then proceeds with an actual question. This would lead you to believe that the mailman scenario is indeed either the hypothetical or realistic question, and leaves you waiting for the other one, to be followed by a payoff. None of this happens. Furthermore, Mac and nephew do not realistically live with a couple hos until such time as the mother and sister actually perform sexual favors on the mailman in exchange for consideration, so even absent any naughty words the punch line doesn’t make sense.
The resulting mud puddle of comedy serves only to magnify any offense conferred by the word “ho” -- which, realistically, is pretty far down on the list of most vulgar terms for a woman -- because you can only get away with offending your audience if you give them a reason to forgive you -- e.g., a punchline. That’s why, as everyone from Andrew “Dice” Clay to Martin Lawrence to Sarah Silverman eventually learns, saying “doodie” will never rescue a poorly constructed joke.
I would have counseled Mac to avoid the issue altogether, like this: My nephew came to me the other day and asked what’s the difference between “hypothetical” and “realistic.” Then he could continue with the rest of the joke mostly intact. It’s never going to be “A” material, but at least now the punch line is parallel to the setup, so you’ve given your audience a defense if they inadvertently laugh. (Oh, I meant avoid the issue of the conflicting “question” references, not the issue of calling women hos.)
If you’re starting to suspect that I’m more annoyed by Mac’s poor comedic abilities than his poor judgment, you’re right. I mean, if someone calls you a name, you can choose to ignore it. But if someone promises you a joke, tugging at your heartstrings with the tantalizing prospect of a morsel of laughter in your otherwise dreary and miserable life, and then doesn’t deliver -- well, that just shouldn’t happen. And I’m kind of serious about all this.
Also of note but far less important in all of this is Obama’s complicity in the matter. It’s been reported that Mac was a “surprise” opening act. I find it a little hard to believe that someone, even a famous person, could just jump up on stage and grab a mic with a bunch of killjoy Secret Service dudes lurking everywhere, so it’s almost certain Obama knew Mac would have performed. He may or may not have known what Mac was going to say, but even if he did, I don’t care. Mac is a performer, not a politician. I’m a lot more concerned, for example, about well-articulated but completely inappropriate shots at John McCain’s storied military service from Gen. Wesley Clark, who actually might write policy for Obama one day.
In case you missed it, “comedian” Bernie Mac told a joke that just wasn’t funny.
Normally this wouldn’t be news, except for the fact that it also contained a mild slur against women and it happened at a fundraising dinner for Barack Obama on Friday night here in Chicago. Apparently some of the people who paid $2,300 a plate were understandably miffed.
As near as I can piece together from news reports, here’s the joke:
Mac’s nephew asks him what’s the difference between a hypothetical question and a realistic question. He tells the young lad to ask his mother if she would sleep with the mailman for $50,000, a query to which the matron responds with a resounding “hell yes” (or words to that effect). Mac then instructs our young protagonist to pose the same scenario to his sister, who also answers in the affirmative. Armed with these revelations, the elder Mac bestows this insight upon his nephew: Hypothetically we have $100,000, but realistically we live with a couple of hos.
Do you see? Even with the benefit of the most scintillating narrative I could muster, this joke is flat-out not funny. It’s not un-funny because of the term “ho”; it’s un-funny because the joke’s internal logic implodes upon itself.
For one thing, there’s a lot of confusion in here over the “question” element. Mac uses the word in the setup, then proceeds with an actual question. This would lead you to believe that the mailman scenario is indeed either the hypothetical or realistic question, and leaves you waiting for the other one, to be followed by a payoff. None of this happens. Furthermore, Mac and nephew do not realistically live with a couple hos until such time as the mother and sister actually perform sexual favors on the mailman in exchange for consideration, so even absent any naughty words the punch line doesn’t make sense.
The resulting mud puddle of comedy serves only to magnify any offense conferred by the word “ho” -- which, realistically, is pretty far down on the list of most vulgar terms for a woman -- because you can only get away with offending your audience if you give them a reason to forgive you -- e.g., a punchline. That’s why, as everyone from Andrew “Dice” Clay to Martin Lawrence to Sarah Silverman eventually learns, saying “doodie” will never rescue a poorly constructed joke.
I would have counseled Mac to avoid the issue altogether, like this: My nephew came to me the other day and asked what’s the difference between “hypothetical” and “realistic.” Then he could continue with the rest of the joke mostly intact. It’s never going to be “A” material, but at least now the punch line is parallel to the setup, so you’ve given your audience a defense if they inadvertently laugh. (Oh, I meant avoid the issue of the conflicting “question” references, not the issue of calling women hos.)
If you’re starting to suspect that I’m more annoyed by Mac’s poor comedic abilities than his poor judgment, you’re right. I mean, if someone calls you a name, you can choose to ignore it. But if someone promises you a joke, tugging at your heartstrings with the tantalizing prospect of a morsel of laughter in your otherwise dreary and miserable life, and then doesn’t deliver -- well, that just shouldn’t happen. And I’m kind of serious about all this.
Also of note but far less important in all of this is Obama’s complicity in the matter. It’s been reported that Mac was a “surprise” opening act. I find it a little hard to believe that someone, even a famous person, could just jump up on stage and grab a mic with a bunch of killjoy Secret Service dudes lurking everywhere, so it’s almost certain Obama knew Mac would have performed. He may or may not have known what Mac was going to say, but even if he did, I don’t care. Mac is a performer, not a politician. I’m a lot more concerned, for example, about well-articulated but completely inappropriate shots at John McCain’s storied military service from Gen. Wesley Clark, who actually might write policy for Obama one day.
Hello, My Name Is Kevin
OK … Kevin uncut and uncensored, take two …
As you’ve no doubt guessed by now from that unmistakably clear intro, this is my second attempt at a daily-ish blog. The first one, Sweet Home Sports, was strictly about the Chicago sports scene, and seeing as how it bubbled to the surface of my consciousness during the Bears’ Super Bowl run in the 2006 season, it was probably doomed to a quick death.
But even though I haven’t touched that blog in a few months, writing still is what I enjoy doing more than anything else in life. Taking those raw, rough concepts sloshing around in my brain, dumping them out on my screen and then shaping them and sculpting them into something that’s hopefully insightful and sometimes amusing is just my function. And seeing as how I have crude ideas about a lot more than sports, I’m going to take a shot at posting on general life topics.
There will still be a generous helping of sports, especially with the Cubs running away from the best division in baseball. But there will also be politics, gender issues (why IS it such a big deal for them to just put the damn seat down, anyway?), a few movie reviews, a little of what I’m going to whimsically label un-common sense and anything else that makes me want to opine. And I’m going to keep my Sunday morning one-liner recap of the previous week, which obviously will now entail more than just sports as well.
I’m a little concerned that broadening the scope won’t be enough for me to keep a blog going. After all, there’s been no shortage of material for a sports blog lately and mine is still lying dormant. One big reason is that I returned to the full-time working world this year, which is certainly a risk factor for this blog as well. But deep down at my core, I’m a writer, so I’m going to try to write.
Maybe no one will ever even read what I’m writing here, and that’s OK. I hope someone does. If you are out there and you like what you see, that would be even better, but if you don’t that won’t be enough to make me stop.
As you’ve no doubt guessed by now from that unmistakably clear intro, this is my second attempt at a daily-ish blog. The first one, Sweet Home Sports, was strictly about the Chicago sports scene, and seeing as how it bubbled to the surface of my consciousness during the Bears’ Super Bowl run in the 2006 season, it was probably doomed to a quick death.
But even though I haven’t touched that blog in a few months, writing still is what I enjoy doing more than anything else in life. Taking those raw, rough concepts sloshing around in my brain, dumping them out on my screen and then shaping them and sculpting them into something that’s hopefully insightful and sometimes amusing is just my function. And seeing as how I have crude ideas about a lot more than sports, I’m going to take a shot at posting on general life topics.
There will still be a generous helping of sports, especially with the Cubs running away from the best division in baseball. But there will also be politics, gender issues (why IS it such a big deal for them to just put the damn seat down, anyway?), a few movie reviews, a little of what I’m going to whimsically label un-common sense and anything else that makes me want to opine. And I’m going to keep my Sunday morning one-liner recap of the previous week, which obviously will now entail more than just sports as well.
I’m a little concerned that broadening the scope won’t be enough for me to keep a blog going. After all, there’s been no shortage of material for a sports blog lately and mine is still lying dormant. One big reason is that I returned to the full-time working world this year, which is certainly a risk factor for this blog as well. But deep down at my core, I’m a writer, so I’m going to try to write.
Maybe no one will ever even read what I’m writing here, and that’s OK. I hope someone does. If you are out there and you like what you see, that would be even better, but if you don’t that won’t be enough to make me stop.
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