It does something to see your life pass in pictures, as I did watching a PBS fundraiser of the early Newport Folk Festival. The young Joan Baez was on stage asking the audience, “Is Bobby here?” And Bob Dylan was there and he jumped up on the stage with her. I was there too, sitting somewhere in the audience. Now his voice pops up on “Mad Men,” ominously foreshadowing “something coming” in 1962. And it was coming. Now it’s leaving.
Sports & Entertainment
Sports has a unique way of bringing out the best in humans. Beyond the sheer sense of competition, merit and sportsmanship, major events on the world stage seem to bring nations together in some ritualistic bond of community. A common language is shared, no matter the winner. The 2010 FIFA World Cup tournament was no different.
As a born and bred New Yorker, I had hoped that LeBron James would sign with the
Knicks. As a citizen and human being I had hoped he would re-sign with Cleveland.
But above all, to me LeBron James, in the end, is just another bum looking out for
himself, full of vanity and ego oozing from every pore of his body.
LeBron James is like the worst of the worst on Wall Street: The public be damned.
Like Big Wheels, I missed the soccer generation.
Let me explain. My younger brother was the first in my family to get a Big Wheel, because they came out just at the right time for his height and weight. I was too big to ever ride a Big Wheel.
And by the time soccer came to my high school, I was already set on football, baseball and especially basketball. I didn’t have time on my hands to get into soccer, because I was too busy doing the other stuff.
Golf's second major championship of the year, the U.S. Open, begins this week at storied Pebble Beach Golf Links. The venue is one of golf's favorites. The greens are lightning-fast, the rough is deep and juicy, and there are few finishing holes that compare to Pebble's No. 18. You don't attack Pebble; you defend against high scores. In short, you manage your game much like an accountant would manage your 401(k) portfolio. That is, every pro except Tiger Woods.
Maybe Jim Joyce should run for president.
This is the only guy out there who admits he is not perfect. And that refreshing bit of honesty has inspired America.
Joyce is the umpire who blew the call in Detroit the other day, and his blown call ruined a perfect game pitched by Armando Galarraga on the last out of the game.
Joyce put it this way. “I just missed the damn call ... This isn’t a call. This is a history call. And I kicked the s--t out of it. I take pride in this job, and I took a perfect game away from that kid over there who worked his a-- off all night.”
You gotta love this. The right wing is up in arms because major league sports give
respect to the sports expertise of Keith Olbermann while Rush Limbaugh has been
unable to buy a team. Boo-hoo. What whiners!
The fact is, Keith Olbermann has long been one of the most respected sportsmen in media, as most sports fans know, long before he became a leading progressive host. He deserves respect. He has earned respect. He will get respect. He should. The right should stop whining about this.
My kids watch a comic news report about the unfortunate spouse or family member who lives with someone who watches “Lost” and suggests survival strategies. As this astonishing concoction of soap opera, Saturday matinee, and mythical religion draws to a close, it might be worth explaining to them what is happening. This is what is going on with that: In our time, the 2000 year ages known as Platonic Months have shifted. The Age of Pisces, which began when three Zoroastrian astrologers followed a star to Bethlehem, has ended. It ended technically on January 1, 2001 and the next 2,000-year link in the 24,000 year sun cycle, the Age of Aquarius, began on that date. This is what “Lost” is about.
It’s a little scary how often real life serves up these tidy morality plays. It
almost makes you wonder if life has meaning after all.
Why bother to watch “Citizen Kane” when you can see the Masters, live and in
Day four at Augusta. Tiger bogeys three of the first five holes, then compensates with an eagle and two birdies on the next four. He is back, it seems.
Please note the headline is only a trick to get a Redskins lamentation past the
editor of this political blog … (It worked. — Ed.)
The Washington Redskins won four games last year. By the end of the season, it was painfully obvious that they were many years away from contending for a Super Bowl. Some writers, players and fans quickly forgot all about that and instantly proclaimed the Skins contenders again when they acquired Donovan McNabb earlier this week. Do not let yourself be talked into believing Donovan McNabb can turn the Redskins into a playoff contender. The trade is not a sign of progress the Redskins are making, but a sign of their continued dysfunction.