It's 1am on a saturday. I'm working on a mix-CD for the OFOMOL. She moved back to Germany last sunday so I have nothing better to do then stay up, surf the net, and refuse to go to bed. So this will be a hodgepodge of stuff from me.
I was just checking some random webpages and decided to check one of the blogs I link to, Philalawyer. I was intro'd to this blog back in Jan/Feb of '05 by Anne. The anonymous author gained quite a following from its inception in late 2004 through the spring of 2005. Then, in an air of mystery, he was gone. Never to be hear from again...or so we thought. Well folks, he's back. He offers a glimpse into the world of lawyers and his many shenanigans during law school and as a practicing lawyer. He can be offensive at times, his posts have sexual tones to them, some may even call him misogynistic, and he is deeply cynical toward his job. His posts can get a little wordy, he goes off on tangents, and those of us not involved in law may not get all of the legalese. But he does write quite well and if you enjoy black humor, I encourage you to check it out.
Paul Lukas, the long-time writer of ESPN's Uni Watch column has started a daily Uni Watch Blog that I now link to. He covers any sports-related uniform news. He really goes in-depth into the minutia and subtleties of anything you can think of. As he's expanded, he's given props/criticisms to uniforms of high school and colleges. I'm still waiting, however, for him to analyze swimwear (yeah right) and offer up his opinion on the Kenyon Purple Fuzzy warm-ups.
Last, but not least, the World Cup has started. As soccer was the first sport I embraced as a youth, the game has a special place in my heart. It will be an exciting 4 weeks that should take more time out of my life then I'd prefer it to. Such is life. It is truly an event like no other. The Olympics have so many different sports to garner interest; American football, basketball, and baseball are not particularly global games -- basketball has really become a lot more international the past 10-20 years, and baseball is popular in the Americas and Japan. But the World Cup is the one event that is a global event. As for my predictions...well I'm not going to take any risks here and I'll predict a Brazil victory. The US is going to have a tough go-at-it, but I'm expecting them to get out of their group. I keep telling my European friends that sometime in the near (2010 or 2014) the US will win the World Cup. When that happens, the rest of the world will not know what to do. This is the one sport where they (the rest of the world) has been able to dominate us. When we win (it's going to happen, and sometime soon) it'll show the rest of the world that yes indeed, those yankees are as good as everyone else, if not better. Of course, when that does happen, I'd prefer that Bono does NOT do the voiceover.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
Even Your Emotions Had an Echo
This is for all of you who haven't heard this song or seen the video. This song is quickly on its way to becoming THE song of the summer. You know how it is. Every summer there is some song that just rises from the ether to be played everywhere and anywhere -- for good or for bad. This song, fortunately, has the benefit that it is enjoyed and appreciated by both the masses and the hipster critics. Of course in another month I'll probably tell you how sick I am of the song. But in 10 years when VH1 is doing "I Love the Aughts" you will hear this song and immediately be reminded of everything you did during the summer of aught-six. I am actually thinking of picking up the CD. I listened to most of the tracks the other day and Barnes and Noble. By "listening" I don't mean I stood there for 45 minutes and listened to the whole CD. Of course that would be cool. No, I listened to snippets of each song. They definitely have a winner there. And for those who are interested, here are the lyrics for the song.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
You're Hanging From the Balcony Upon the Riverboat Glass
Yesterday was Memorial Day so the OFOMOL and I decided to head to the Queen of American Watering Places, Cedar Point. We originally scheduled this trip for two weeks ago, then again this past friday, but both days were overrun with bad weather so we settled on the holiday yesterday. As it is quite a drive from the EL to the Point, we awoke at the ever-so-pleasant time of 6:30 to allow enough time for travelling. A quick stop at McDonald's for some coffee provided a prime chance for MOL to complain. Going through the drive-through, an order of two coffees and a OJ was ordered. We sat in line and got to the pay-window. We waited more and pulled up to the get-the-food window. I notice the minimum-paid worker just pouring the OJ then I see her making some coffee. She then mentions "I just had to make some more coffee. It is going to be a few minutes. Please pull up and I'll run it out to you." OK, this place is McDonalds. It is 7:30 A.M. and you are out of coffee? Didn't you foresee this coming? I mean, isn't it someone's sole job to make sure there is always hot coffee ready? C'mon folks! So then the coffee is a *bit* hot. By bit I mean, it was a solid (no joke) 45 minutes for the coffee to reach a temperature to drink.
Anyway, we took some crazy roundabout way to get there and didn't end up in the park until 11 or so. OFOMOL has never been here (well, duh), and the last time I was at CP was CWRU Senior Week 2002 (that was a fun time!). It's been a few years. The weather was hot and the sun was out. SPF 45 was applied liberally to prevent this poor redhead from looking like a lobster.
We started out with a ride on the ride that seems to get crappier every year, Disaster Transport. I liked this one a lot more when it was Avalanche Run. Then it was the first intense ride of the day, Wicked Twister. This is probably one of the underrated rides at the park. The linear induction motors provide quite the rush as you head straight up and down. We walked onto the Corkscrew for a nice ride going upside down a few times. After this we wound up close to Top Thrill Dragster. We stopped and watched in awe as the trains sped up and over the 420 ft hill. We checked the wait -- 1.5 hours max. After a bit of persuading, I convinced her to go on.
The line went fairly quickly, but the sun was bearing down on us. As we approached the platform, OFOMOL was getting a bit nervous about the extreme conditions we were about to undertake. The fact that the US Measurment System (yay English units!) means nothing to her, didn't help. I tried to do the conversions in my head and estimated the height at ~130 m and max speed of 200 km/h. The nervousness increased and repeat statements of "I'm not going to do this" were spoken. I did my best to reassure her -- the whole ride only lasts 17 seconds! We were next to ride when they had to release and re-do the lap bars 3 times on the riders prior to us. We got in and I told her I'd hold her hand and tried to distract her. She was not looking forward to this ride. Then it was our turn and the next thing now we were headed at 120 mph up the monster phallic tower and then back down. It was quite the rush and afterwards the OFOMOL mentioned how fun it was.
We took a break on Paddlewheel Excursions. This attraction is just an excuse for the workers to tell corny pun-filled jokes. The irony of it is that I remember hearing the same joke when I was 12 years old when I was there with my dad. No joke. Another walk-on ride at the Gemini. I notoriously lose on this ride, but OFOMOL chose the red train and we won! Yay! We pondered taking a break by hitting one of the water rides. Since White Water Landing has been removed for future expansion, our only choices were to get absolutely soaked by the ever-so-clean CP water. I talked OFOMOL out of it, and even though it was a hot day, we were much more comfortable not having to wear damp clothes the rest of the day. We hit Mean Streak and Wave Swinger in the back of the park.
Due to whatever reason, Millenium Force was not in operation yesterday so we rode the triumverate of Mantis (not the most fun on the legs/nether regions), Iron Dragon, and the Wildcat. Heading to the Wildcat, OFOMOL asks "isn't this a kid's ride?" I reassured her and as we rode it, she enjoyed it a bit. She enjoyed it so much in fact that we rode it a second time before we left for the night! OFOMOL was geting a bit overwhelmed. We took a break on Cedar Downs and the Turnpike Cars. She didn't realize she could actually steer the car! That was a fun time. The Blue Streak and Raptor were next before our dinner break.
It was around 6:30 or so and we were plum tired! I told her I wanted to ride Magnum (it's my favorite) before we left and we headed to that area of the park. You never have a bad time on that ride and she asked "why didn't we do this one earlier?" I recalled to her that we could have but she opted out of it. I rode the Witch's Wheel while she sat and we hit the Magnum again.
We headed to leave and she mentioned that I promised her to win something for her. You know those games. The workers make it look so easy. Then you dish over a couple bones to try. You get oh-so-close and convince yourself you can do it. The next thing you know, you've spent $20+ for your $5 mini Brian. I said a quick prayer as we headed to the games area. I chose an easy-looking bball game. $2 for a shot. Why not. I took two shots and made one -- got a mini basketball. Not necessarily what OFOMOL wants. So I forked over another Jefferson and nailed the shot. We upgraded to a pink stuffed dog -- her favorite color and animal! The day was complete and we headed out right around 8.
The whole experience for OFOMOL was pretty intense. The parks over in Europe are not like this and there are maybe 4-5 rides to go on. Not the 13 (+2 repeats) that we did yesterday. She was amazed at the sheer height, speed, ups, downs, and twists of all the rides. She used a new english word that she learned to explain it -- megalomania. That was very apropos. I did explain to her that Cedar Point is not the typical amusement park. My analogy (that she understood quite well) was this: You can run 100 marathons, but none of them are as good or quite like Boston; You can visit 100 amusement parks, but none of them can measure up or compare to Cedar Point.
Coming soon: a discussion on milk!
Anyway, we took some crazy roundabout way to get there and didn't end up in the park until 11 or so. OFOMOL has never been here (well, duh), and the last time I was at CP was CWRU Senior Week 2002 (that was a fun time!). It's been a few years. The weather was hot and the sun was out. SPF 45 was applied liberally to prevent this poor redhead from looking like a lobster.
We started out with a ride on the ride that seems to get crappier every year, Disaster Transport. I liked this one a lot more when it was Avalanche Run. Then it was the first intense ride of the day, Wicked Twister. This is probably one of the underrated rides at the park. The linear induction motors provide quite the rush as you head straight up and down. We walked onto the Corkscrew for a nice ride going upside down a few times. After this we wound up close to Top Thrill Dragster. We stopped and watched in awe as the trains sped up and over the 420 ft hill. We checked the wait -- 1.5 hours max. After a bit of persuading, I convinced her to go on.
The line went fairly quickly, but the sun was bearing down on us. As we approached the platform, OFOMOL was getting a bit nervous about the extreme conditions we were about to undertake. The fact that the US Measurment System (yay English units!) means nothing to her, didn't help. I tried to do the conversions in my head and estimated the height at ~130 m and max speed of 200 km/h. The nervousness increased and repeat statements of "I'm not going to do this" were spoken. I did my best to reassure her -- the whole ride only lasts 17 seconds! We were next to ride when they had to release and re-do the lap bars 3 times on the riders prior to us. We got in and I told her I'd hold her hand and tried to distract her. She was not looking forward to this ride. Then it was our turn and the next thing now we were headed at 120 mph up the monster phallic tower and then back down. It was quite the rush and afterwards the OFOMOL mentioned how fun it was.
We took a break on Paddlewheel Excursions. This attraction is just an excuse for the workers to tell corny pun-filled jokes. The irony of it is that I remember hearing the same joke when I was 12 years old when I was there with my dad. No joke. Another walk-on ride at the Gemini. I notoriously lose on this ride, but OFOMOL chose the red train and we won! Yay! We pondered taking a break by hitting one of the water rides. Since White Water Landing has been removed for future expansion, our only choices were to get absolutely soaked by the ever-so-clean CP water. I talked OFOMOL out of it, and even though it was a hot day, we were much more comfortable not having to wear damp clothes the rest of the day. We hit Mean Streak and Wave Swinger in the back of the park.
Due to whatever reason, Millenium Force was not in operation yesterday so we rode the triumverate of Mantis (not the most fun on the legs/nether regions), Iron Dragon, and the Wildcat. Heading to the Wildcat, OFOMOL asks "isn't this a kid's ride?" I reassured her and as we rode it, she enjoyed it a bit. She enjoyed it so much in fact that we rode it a second time before we left for the night! OFOMOL was geting a bit overwhelmed. We took a break on Cedar Downs and the Turnpike Cars. She didn't realize she could actually steer the car! That was a fun time. The Blue Streak and Raptor were next before our dinner break.
It was around 6:30 or so and we were plum tired! I told her I wanted to ride Magnum (it's my favorite) before we left and we headed to that area of the park. You never have a bad time on that ride and she asked "why didn't we do this one earlier?" I recalled to her that we could have but she opted out of it. I rode the Witch's Wheel while she sat and we hit the Magnum again.
We headed to leave and she mentioned that I promised her to win something for her. You know those games. The workers make it look so easy. Then you dish over a couple bones to try. You get oh-so-close and convince yourself you can do it. The next thing you know, you've spent $20+ for your $5 mini Brian. I said a quick prayer as we headed to the games area. I chose an easy-looking bball game. $2 for a shot. Why not. I took two shots and made one -- got a mini basketball. Not necessarily what OFOMOL wants. So I forked over another Jefferson and nailed the shot. We upgraded to a pink stuffed dog -- her favorite color and animal! The day was complete and we headed out right around 8.
The whole experience for OFOMOL was pretty intense. The parks over in Europe are not like this and there are maybe 4-5 rides to go on. Not the 13 (+2 repeats) that we did yesterday. She was amazed at the sheer height, speed, ups, downs, and twists of all the rides. She used a new english word that she learned to explain it -- megalomania. That was very apropos. I did explain to her that Cedar Point is not the typical amusement park. My analogy (that she understood quite well) was this: You can run 100 marathons, but none of them are as good or quite like Boston; You can visit 100 amusement parks, but none of them can measure up or compare to Cedar Point.
Coming soon: a discussion on milk!
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Make Me a Witness
This isn't supposed to be happening. No not to us. Cleveland sports fans are made with thick skin to survive the cold winters of discontent. Those years when the Browns finish at 7-9, the Cavs steeped in mediocrity of Mike Fratello teams that can't decide if they want to make the playoffs or the draft lottery, and all those years of Indians perpetually losing.We've endured the worst kinds of defeats that have defined HOF careers (The Drive, The Shot, The Catch); we've endured losing in the most spectacular of ways (The Fumble, 1997 World Series); and we've had one of the the most storied NFL franchises taken away from us. We're a tough bunch. More accustomed to losing then any Boston [hey, you had the Celtics and Pats (coached by whom?) to cheer for] or Chicago (those Bulls won a couple of rings, didn't they?) fan. These events have made us resilient to defeat. It has even made some of us (me) so cynical that even in the event of a major sports championship, we won't accept that something catastrophically bad hasn't fallen on the team.
But maybe things are changing. Three years ago the Cavs limped (with their awful uniforms) to the NBA draft lottery and somehow (SOMEHOW!) scored that magic ping-pong ball to secure #23 himself, LeBron James. Good things are not supposed to happen to Cleveland sports teams. Two seasons (and two coaches) falling just short of the playoffs ensue. Add to that new ownership who got off to quick a rocky start, and things aren't looking up. Then year three comes and the Cavs, playoff rookies for all intents and purposes, are picked to struggle with a "playoff experienced" Washington team. In six games, LBJ and Gilbert Arenas put on a magic offensive show. The young, upstart Cavs take the series 4-2.
Here we are in the 2nd round of the NBA playoffs against the Detroit Pistons. The same Detroit Pistons who have gone to the past two NBA finals, winning in 2004. The same Detroit Pistons who's success had been defined by no superstar player but an emphasis on fundamentals and teamwork. Those same Detroit Pistons who were picked to beat the Cavs in 4 or 5 games. But what happened to those Detroit Pistons? Somewhere in game 2, the Cavs started beating the Pistons at their own game -- team work and defense. Yes, these games have been ugly and we're now lucky to see a game go into the 90s. But the Cavs have turned it up and are now in control of the series. Their bench has totally outplayed the Pistons bench (which consists of who else besides Antonio McDyess and Lindsay Hunter?) and players such has Anderson Varejao have given the team a spark. I was happy to have won one or two games -- a good 'ol moral victory but not anymore. This team, LeBron and company, can take this series. The pressure is all on Detroit now. Gund Arena is going to be INSANE friday night. Louder then any of us can imagine.
Comparison have been made to LBJ and MJ. Early in his career MJ had the foil in the Detroit Piston Bad Boys. We see the same thing with LeBron. But the difference? LeBron has a chance to beat Detroit the first time around. Yes we are all witnesses. We're not witnesses to the next Magic or the next Jordan. No, we're witnesses to the one and the only LeBron James.
I've added another Cleveland sports blog: Mistake by the Lake Sporting Times. Be sure to check it out as they've deciphered the Witness commercials and ID'd all the locations. They also go stat-crazy with their analyses.
Tomorrow is Game 6 in Cleveland. I'm thinking it is going to be a classic and hope everyone watches it. As I'm located in the heart of the mitten state, I've proudly been wearing my blue #32 Larry Hughes jersey. Now the question begs -- do I wear it out to the bar friday night and enter directly into enemy territory?
But maybe things are changing. Three years ago the Cavs limped (with their awful uniforms) to the NBA draft lottery and somehow (SOMEHOW!) scored that magic ping-pong ball to secure #23 himself, LeBron James. Good things are not supposed to happen to Cleveland sports teams. Two seasons (and two coaches) falling just short of the playoffs ensue. Add to that new ownership who got off to quick a rocky start, and things aren't looking up. Then year three comes and the Cavs, playoff rookies for all intents and purposes, are picked to struggle with a "playoff experienced" Washington team. In six games, LBJ and Gilbert Arenas put on a magic offensive show. The young, upstart Cavs take the series 4-2.
Here we are in the 2nd round of the NBA playoffs against the Detroit Pistons. The same Detroit Pistons who have gone to the past two NBA finals, winning in 2004. The same Detroit Pistons who's success had been defined by no superstar player but an emphasis on fundamentals and teamwork. Those same Detroit Pistons who were picked to beat the Cavs in 4 or 5 games. But what happened to those Detroit Pistons? Somewhere in game 2, the Cavs started beating the Pistons at their own game -- team work and defense. Yes, these games have been ugly and we're now lucky to see a game go into the 90s. But the Cavs have turned it up and are now in control of the series. Their bench has totally outplayed the Pistons bench (which consists of who else besides Antonio McDyess and Lindsay Hunter?) and players such has Anderson Varejao have given the team a spark. I was happy to have won one or two games -- a good 'ol moral victory but not anymore. This team, LeBron and company, can take this series. The pressure is all on Detroit now. Gund Arena is going to be INSANE friday night. Louder then any of us can imagine.
Comparison have been made to LBJ and MJ. Early in his career MJ had the foil in the Detroit Piston Bad Boys. We see the same thing with LeBron. But the difference? LeBron has a chance to beat Detroit the first time around. Yes we are all witnesses. We're not witnesses to the next Magic or the next Jordan. No, we're witnesses to the one and the only LeBron James.
I've added another Cleveland sports blog: Mistake by the Lake Sporting Times. Be sure to check it out as they've deciphered the Witness commercials and ID'd all the locations. They also go stat-crazy with their analyses.
Tomorrow is Game 6 in Cleveland. I'm thinking it is going to be a classic and hope everyone watches it. As I'm located in the heart of the mitten state, I've proudly been wearing my blue #32 Larry Hughes jersey. Now the question begs -- do I wear it out to the bar friday night and enter directly into enemy territory?
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