Side Note on Silas Marner - I have been gut punched in the
final chapter of great novels. I have been gut punched in the middle of
great novels. But I feel like this is the first case in which I was out
of breath at the end of the first chapter of a novel. Jesus christ. No
gentle expositional layout? Felt like I came running out on the field
and got met with a bat to the head.
And having re-read the first chapter tonight I must say...still holds. Man.
I'm fine with shutting down sports until everything's 100% safe, but this one hurts:
The Little League World Series will not be played this year because
of the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic, otherwise known as the coronavirus
crisis. It marks the first time the popular event has been canceled
since it first began in 1947.
I've been chatting with some friends on Facebook about how stupid The Breakfast Club looks over the years, but it really makes me think of this:
It's really a shame that the John Hughes run of Planes, Trains & Automobiles/The Great Outdoors/Uncle Buck/Christmas Vacation/Career Opportunities/Dutch being somewhat ignored since it's not the Sixteen Candles/Weird Science/Breakfast Club/Pretty in Pink/Ferris Bueller/Some Kind of Wonderful run.
Of the many things the amazing doc Last Dance may accomplish, perhaps giving Craig Ehlo a bit of redemption is one of them. For 30+ years Ehlo has been a punchline, the ultimate poster victim. But thanks to the doc, we now see that he hit a helluva layup with two second left to go up by one. He lead the Cavs in scoring, with 24 points. But nobody remembers any of that at all, certainly not me. In those 2 seconds ehlo went from hero to worse than zero.
A close comparison could be the Laettner shot - Sean Woods hit a running one-hander to go up by one with 2.1 seconds left. At that moment, anyone watching would assume Woods would go on to become Kentucky legend, lionized more and more in mythology with each passing generations. But 2 seconds later, he was gone. Nobody remembers him.
But Ehlo's case is even worse, since he was the one (perfectly, one might say) guarding Jordan, to be posterized forever. What a difference 2 seconds can make. As I wrote 12 years ago:
Watching all-time classic sports highlights, truly great moments of
surprise and miracle, is a tremendous thing to behold. I've come to love
watching not only the moment itself, but the seconds just beforehand.
On film you can see the athlete standing there, nonplussed, his name so
far not a household name. Even if he's a great player already he may not
have had a single, defining moment that will be replayed on televisions
until the end of time. I love these moments; in particular the truly
desperate ones. While in hindsight we see the player as a hero who
simply would not give up etc etc, you know that as the play begins he
has no more of an idea that his own life is about to change as you may
your own. Doug Flutie's a great example. Here's a play that will be
replayed as long as there are humans on Earth; it certainly won him the
Heisman. Yet most people forget that earlier in that very game, he had
become the first qb to ever go over 10,000 career passing yards. He had
already accomplished so much, but as he walks up to the line it is the
play to come that will forever define him as a football player - hell,
prolly as a person. I love watching the replay and the second before the
snap, wondering what's it like, to have your life changed so suddenly?
When you watch the highlights, I think you tend to think the athlete
knew exactly what was going to happen; of COURSE he does, you've watched
it 1000 times!! Of course he knows what's about to happen, he's seen
it too!! But he doesn't; up through the actual moment, he himself has no
idea what is about to happen. Those plain, normal seconds leading up to
immortality are fascinating to me.
For some reason, these examples jump out at me.
- Doug Flutie - Ralph Branca/Bobby Thompson - Bobby Plump - Carlton Fisk - Christian Laettner
Anyone who's read this blog for 10 minutes knows which side I fall on. The Beatles' canon is perfectly packaged, from 1962-1969, with nary a misstep, or even coming close to a misstep.
Meanwhile I love the Stones but they've become a victim of decades of shitty albums and jokes about being 100 years old. They've never done anything the Beatles didn't do first, and while sex is a big part of rock 'n' roll messaging they've never truly grown out of talking about it and not really anything else. That's why I've always liked the Kinks more than the Stones - their own canon is unassailable, and lyrically encapsulates what it means to be both human and, even more so, British.
That said, Klosterman (whose judgement should always be questioned because he loves heavy metal) and Chris Ryen know their shit and the episode was a pleasure to listen to (even if nobody said anything someone like me didn't already know.) Props to Klosterman for acquiescing that while the Stones couldn't have become the Stones without The Beatles, The Beatles would've still become The Beatles without the Stones.
UPDATE: Klosterman is now trying to make the case that Van Halen is better than The Clash so I’m sorry but we’re gonna hafta stop this nonsense right now.
I just realized this is the first month in almost 5 years that I've posted 100 posts. The last time was September 2015. Which is depressing to me, since from January 2008 to January 2014 I didn't have a single month without at least 100 posts. Might be time for me to reclaim Xmastime for the people!
TOP 10 MOST XMASTIME POSTS IN ONE MONTH
September 2009 (568 posts) January 2010 (459) September 2010 (448) January 2011 (441) April 2010 (440) October 2009 (438) July 2009 (412) May 2010 (407) November 2019 (384) May 2009 (383)
Sigh. Maybe it's a young man's game. Meanwhile, look at this pathetic recent run:
I can't remember a time when I wasn't being in awe of the Minneapolis music scene that spawned such incredible bands as The Replacements, Husker du, and Soul Asylum (oh, and a scrappy little rugrat named "Prince", who pretty much saved the club by featuring it in Purple Rain). Ground Zero was always First Avenue, the famous club now celebrating it's 50th anniversary. It's certainly Minneapolis' answer to CBGB, at least in my little fat heart. Here's a short doc about it, thanks to PBS.
Chris and Monty engaged in conversation with a striking blonde in her
early 30s who spoke with an English accent. Her name, she said, was
Louise. She was there with her children and two brothers. Louise did
most of the talking, but the younger of the two brothers, whose name was
George, made an impression all the same. “He had a funny haircut, kind
of long and stringy,” Monty recalls. “Most of the boys at that time had
flattops.” George was wearing jeans, he noticed, with a hole at the
knee.
Louise said George was in a band back in England, where he lived. So,
later that day, Chris and Monty went to Skaggs Electric Supply Company,
which sold records alongside light bulbs and extension cords, and asked
the proprietor if he had anything by a band called the Beatles. The man
shook his head. “Never heard of ’em,” he said.
His two weeks there, starting on September 16, might have been the
last carefree moments of an increasingly hectic, difficult and arguably
tragic life. In America, no one knew who George was or cared. He was
just Louise Caldwell’s skinny little brother, a 20-year-old with a weird
haircut, who said he played the guitar and sang a little, and was gaga
for American cars, especially ones with tail fins.
I don't really wanna promulgate racial stereotypes but apparently if you subscribe to the PBS network in Minneapolis you're put on on a "Whitelist." Hmm.
It's no surprise to anyone who's watched any of the episodes but Jim Hal - I mean, John Krasinksi, is winning the quarantine:
Like a good dad, Krasinski is here to make the best out of the worst.
His dark hair and beard growing slightly longer every episode, he
introduces viral tweets, photos, and videos with gusto, good spirit, and
a jokey cadence that belies his earnestness. He narrates nurses doing
dance numbers, a husband crooning to his wife through the window of a
nursing home, a man leaving toilet paper on his porch for delivery
people to take, cities around the world clapping for essential workers,
and a family doing a trick golf shot off the roof of their house. He
praises heroes, celebrates joy, and is sure to mention which videos made
him cry hard. When he interviews the regular people and medical
professionals featured in these videos, he thanks them profusely. In
collecting all of this in one place, SGN isn’t just providing
examples of our ability to inspire, entertain, and distract one another
in these trying times. It’s trying to become another such example,
sampling others’ uplifting and creative gestures into a remixed
megagesture.
Pepsi's the latest major corporation to get into the act, pledging $3M to a foundation Guy Fieri's running, and we can assume Krasinski's inbox is stuffed with other such companies looking to get some good PR while actually doing something good for people who need it. The hardest part is getting through some of the amazing videos and stories without tearing up too much.
ESPN is running old games throughout the day, so I feel like I owe it to you people to do the same. So each day, I will post an old Xmastime post. For instance, right now I just happened to be watching an episode of Downton Abbey that I'd re-capped back in 2014. Enjoy!
- How the fuck creepy was Cora’s face when meeting Bates and Anna at the
restaurant, cruising in as if on a railroad track with that fucking
evil clown makeup painted on? It’d be one thing if it lasted a second or
two but it was like “Oh look, there’s Cora, she’s coming over…here she
comes…still coming over…stiiiiiiiiiiiiill floating over…back with my
sandwich, she’s halfway to Bates & Anna…” Yikes.
- An open letter to Bates the Idiot: You can’t “stepping out of the
shadows” of Anna’s assault and move on if you use the one drink toast at
a real restaurant you’ll ever make in your stupid lives to dramatically
declare here’s to stepping out of the shadows.” Wtf?
"And the lady will have the Stepping Out of the Shadows Kebab with creamed spinach, if you please."
7) I don’t know about your computer, but mine has some super-active
software shit that blocks pop-ups. And it’s so proud of its work that it
CONSTANTLY lets me know about the pop-ups it’s blocked with…pop ups!!!!
Grrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!! Fucking hell. This would be like me proudly
announcing every day that I didn’t sexually harass you by writing “Hey, I
didn’t sexually harass you!!” on my dick and showing you every 5
minutes. Thanks Norton!!!!!
- Still cracks me up the new lady’s maid is called “Baxter.” “Baxter.”
Ha! I can’t even explain it, it’s just funny. Like farts, or covering
yourself with Country Crock and lying under the bed with the lights out
crying yourself to sleep because you know you're going to die completely
alone. I mean, never gets old, amirite?
-Isis the dog made an appearance? Are you kidding me – last time we saw
her the ping pong table was set up in the study for the wounded soldiers
during WWI. Edith had only been rejected as a lover by the local
hunchbacked boy with a face full of boils 2 or 3 times; I mean, this
shit was EARLY. What is this mutt, 85 years old now? (Ed. note: just got an email from Edith: “Is Isis single?”)
Sigh.
- I wish I could be surprised by Isobel “happening to find” the pen or whatever at Violet’s, but then this is Downton Abbey,
where the laws of neurological biology cease to exist. Or does nobody
else remember Matthew Crawley deciding to jump out of his wheelchair
after about 10 minutes of being paralyzed? Isobel finding the pen so
quickly reminded me of another great show written for people with barely
formed brains, The Wonder Pets:
And as "wonder"-ful as these guys are, they seem to get lucky a lot. A
typical scene is the one we just saw: they're in their wonder-mobile,
flying over Greece to find an injured inchworm and help him. To whit:
"Wow, Greece is huge! How are we EVER gonna find the worm??!!"
"There it is!"
"Great!"
Linny. Tuck. And Ming Ming too.
- I liked the “Room of Living Spouses” thing going on with Branson,
Isobel and Mary in a room. Branson’s account of loving Sybil was
touching. Isobel remembering her own dead husband from long ago was a
nice insight to her past. And then Mary being jarred into remembering
“oh right everyone’s looking at me, I should probably make up some shit
about loving Matthew here” by spewing some crap which should’ve been
retorted by Isobel or Branson with “Really? Love, snowflakes, your
heart all a pitter-patter? Didn’t you reject him, then quasi-accept him
until you realized your mother being pregnant could get you out of it,
only finally accepting him as your ‘soulmate’ years later and marrying
him years after you were becoming more and more dried up and you were
tired of dragging dead bodies out of your boudoire, the entire time
during which you nagged the fuck out of him because he didn’t feel right
accepting money from his dead fiancée’s father just so he could bail
your dad out for sending his checking account routing number to a prince
in Nigeria, until your 'soulmate' finally decided he’d rather plow into
another car on the road than spend another minute with you? No? Wasn’t
that you? I'm PRETTY sure that was you.”
-Shouldn’t everyone have been less wierded out by the singer being black
as the fact that whatever he was singing was gay as hell? Something
about “Harry” who wants to kiss and spread his chocolate love? Wtf,
really? You couldn’t change “Harry” to "Mary”? For fuck’s sake, maybe
black people really AREN’T as smart as white people. Fucking hell.
- Speaking of being weirded out, anyone else NOT horny watching Isobel
dance with Branson? All up close, and breathy, then saying “Any of those
things in America can happen in Downton, you know.” If only Branson had
answered as I did all those years ago:
2) Wedding B (summer 1996, Connecticut) - sorry ladies, this was
RRTHUR's wedding. Some highlights here. Almost got into a fight with a
whole band after telling one of their wives to "shut the fuck up." They
were nice enough to document the night with some flattering photos of
me on the floor of the hotel hallway, naked and with their balls in the
general vicinitiy of my face. Nice.
Of course, that wasn't even
the highlight of this wedding. After, oh, 7000 beers the night before
the wedding Xmastime starts recieving amorous attention from Sheena
Baughn (name changed to protect the old, withered, sexless and
GUILTY!!!) You should know that Mrs. Baughn was a) recently widowed b)
next door neighbors to RRTHUR'S parents c) oh, I'd say about 65 years
old. Did this matter to our guy Xmastime? Nah. tongues down each
others' throats like the plane was going down. Hands all over each
other. Hey, it was a woman - I believe it was Thomas Jefferson who said
"beauty is only a light switch away." Anyways, somehow I got out of
actually sleeping with her, but you can imagine the horror the next
morning of running into her, then explaing to RRTHUR's parents that on
the eve of their son's wedding night I hooked up with their neighbor 40
years my senior. Between the fright of that PLUS spending the weekend
crying and whining about my first love being there (high school gf, NOT
Sheena Baughn!) that wedding day was pretty traumatic. WEDDINGS 2,
XMASTIME 0
ps - fast forward 2 years. I had moved to NYC, and
RRTHUR and MRS. RRTHUR (sorry ladies!) went down home to visit, and
ended up at a barn dance. No, that doesn't mean I danced with a barn.
So we get there and BAM! there's Sheena Baughn, dancing away. Oh,
shit. I immediatly decide "This might be a good night to NOT drink 100
beers. Or one drop. Or smell booze from someone talking." Total
precautions were taken - I avoided her all night, spent most of the time
talking to my old jv football coach Charlie Futchko who, what with his
creamy-white doughy body, 70's porn mustashe, collection of skintight
coach's shorts and inability to say the letter "r" "Gwegowy!! dwop
your dwawers!!" deserves his own Xmastime post. But anyways I made it
through the whole night without running into her, and as we're getting
ready to load up to go home I breathe a sigh of relief when...an old,
withered, senior citizen hand that was pumping equals parts feral
sexuality and Ben-Gay landed on my shoulder and sent ripples through my
young body not seen since I almost got caught beating off as a kid (by
Mr. Futchko…4 times. I mean caught BY Mr. Futchko, not that he was
beating me off…where was I...oh yeah, about to hit some skins with an
old lady). I turn with dread to a beaming smile “Do I get a dance?” she
asked. Why not? I thought, you already took away my ability to sleep
with the lights off. My brain was racing – I knew if I just ran off to
the car, word would get back to RRTHUR’s parents (no ladies, he wasn’t
merely sent down from angels!) that I acted like a jerk. I quickly
ingested the upcoming song – it was midtempo, meaning I didn’t have to
fast dance, and I didn’t have to rub up all over her wrinkled-up groins
either. I mumbled okay, we hit the dance floor and I started counting
down the seconds that I knew were left in the song. So we’re bopping
along, “dancing”, and then she says “You’re a good dancer.” I mumble
somehting like “thanks” and BAM!!!!!!! She yanks me close, pulling me
right up to her and says “what else are you good at?” POOOOOINGGG!!! I
was sitting in the mini-van screaming at everyone to load in and got
the fuck out of there tout suite.
Footnote:
POSSIBLE ANSWERS SHE WAS LOOKING FOR FROM ME WHEN SHE ASKED “WHAT ELSE ARE YOU GOOD AT?”
a) “Cunnilingus”
b) “Sitz baths”
c) “Being a stepdaddy to people older than myself”
d) “Fuckin old ladies on hay bales”
e) “Analingus”
I refuse to acknowledge:
The Edith “say, don’t these writers just HATE me?!” situation.
Mary’s new “ooooh, they hate each other!” guy, which of course means they’re already fucking.
Watching the Last Dance documentary, with all its last-minute gamr finishes featuring coaches frantically drawing up plays to drop the winning shot made me think of this from 2006:
1) As this is the season to think about these things, and my life is
about to be taken over by college basketball (don’t worry ladies, my
foot-long fuck pump doesn’t need to see the tv, only my eyes), I tell
you what I’ve noticed through the years about tournament basketball.
It’s the end of a tight game, maybe it’s tied with 3 seconds left and
the coach calls a timeout and frantically waves his guys into a huddle,
and then you see him whip out an eraserboard and frantically diagram a
play. What the hell is this? You’ve spent the last six months of your
life taking 4 hours a day to drill plays into these players brains,
you’ve practiced every possible play for every conceivable situation,
and now here it is, the single most crucial 3 seconds of the season and
maybe your whole career, and you throw everything out the window and
come up with something brand new in 20 seconds. “Fuck it! Reggie, you
stand here, Luke is gonna throw you the ball here…” etc etc etc.
Shouldn't you be prepared here, shouldn't your team already know what to
do? Do I pay $75 to see Bruce scramble round at the last second and
change the chords to “Badlands”? n-y-e-t. It’s like my grandfather
always said to me – “kiss me the same way we’ve always practiced,
Sugarlips.”
"NO YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT - YOU ONLY GET THE HALF PRICE DEAL IF THE PIZZAS EACH HAVE TWO TOPPINGS!!"
"We were coming down, Michael Jordan was coming up," Thomas said.
"And in coming up, you have certain emotions; and in coming down as
champions, you have certain emotions. ... Looking back, over the years,
had we had the opportunity to do it all over again, I think all of us
would make a different decision."
"I've paid a heavy price for that decision," Thomas said. "And in
paying that price -- I understand this is the sports world and
everything else, but at the same time, looking back over it in terms of
how we felt at that particular time, our emotional state and how we
exited the floor -- we actually gave the world the opportunity to look
at us in a way that we never really tried to position ourselves in or
project ourselves in that way. So it's unfortunate that it happened."
Okay, maybe I believe he's sorry, maybe not. But of course the NBA's worst cretin of all time, Bill Laimbeer, has no regrets:
Laimbeer remains unapologetic, telling Nichols that Jordan and the Bulls were "whiners."
"They
whined and cried for a year and a half about how bad we were for the
game, but more importantly, they said we were bad people," Laimbeer
said. "We weren't bad people. We were just basketball players winning,
and that really stuck with me because they didn't know who we were or
what we were about as individuals and our family life. "But all that whining they did, I didn't want to shake their hand. They were just whiners.
The difference between Isiah and Laimbeer, of course, if that Thomas is an elite, all-time player who has a real stake in worrying about his legacy. No matter what we think of him, the history of the league will always include him. Meanwhile, Laimbeer has neither any such legacy nor anything to lose by doubling down on being a shithead.
Most people
remember Artest’s fight at the Palace in 2004 –NBA player jumps into
stands to fight, the world’s over we should all kill ourselves. Okay.
But what got lost in that shuffle and what continues to both amaze me
and crack me up is that earlier in the season, Artest had walked into
his team’s offices and asked for a month off to promote a cd he had made
for some girl group friends of his. The gumption and stupidity to walk
in and ask for such a thing – Ron, my cap will always be doffed. Never
forget, people!
Rodman wanted a brief break to recharge his batteries in the service of helping his team; Artest wanted a month off to...promote someone else' album. So please people, a little respect for Artest!
“Hey if they call, I’ll come out and support," he said, adding that just
like the rest of us, he unfortunately hasn't heard anything "except the
rumors.” However, he already knows where Darryl likely is right now,
predicting, "Darryl was already rising through the ranks, starting that
company with Jim, so he’s probably part-owner of a team right now.”
Sweeney Murti takes a fond look back on Michael Jordan's days with the Birmingham Barons in an interview with Glenn DiSarcina, who played shortstop on that team the entire summer.
"But Xmastime", you say in the voice of Craig “Ironhead” Heyward from
those soap commercials (RIP), “didn't you years ago point out that Jordan's baseball career wasn't the joke we thought it was?"
Remarking that the Rodney Comes Home episode was "meh" earlier made me put together my 10 least favorite episodes. That episode came in at #11, saved only the fantastic Uncle Albert scene I posted. These are listed chronologically, starting with series 1. Enjoy!
Cash and Curry (certainly my least favorite) It Never Rains Diamonds are For Heather (showcased Del Boy's warm side, but no laughs) Wanted It’s Only Rock and Roll As One Door Closes (rare derailing by John Sullivan in which the premise makes no sense at all) To Hull and Back (every Only Fools fan seems to love this except me) The Sky’s the Limit Miami Twice (both parts) Fatal Extraction
Of course David Jason's favorite episode is Miami Twice, which makes me look like an asshole. Tho in my defense, it seems to be solely because he got to test his chops by playing two characters, so.
Uncle Albert's funniest moment aired for the first time, in the otherwise "meh" Rodney Comes Home. Definitely one of the funniest scenes throughout the entire show.
Things I can't believe are happening in 2020: celebrities with podcasts can still have shitty audio, and not every streaming service has a skip intro button, 10-second back and forward buttons, or automatically goes to the next episode. Infuriating. 😠
Based upon a typo of my own I will now start a podcast entirely so I can call it "The Podcats."
In the meantime, you can enjoy the first episode of my old podcast, Only Fools and Xmastime. Made it through the first 3 seasons before realizing exactly nobody gave a shit.
Someone on Twitter yesterday asked for people's favorite episode of great shows, so I thought I'd list ten of mine. You're welcome, Earth!
1. Only Fools and Horses - Strained Relations. Grandad’s funeral, just weeks after Lennard Pearce’s actual funeral, takes us from the Grandad era to the Uncle Albert years. Features maybe the most dramatic scene of the series, yet still remains funny throughout.
On this day, 33
years ago, we witnessed one of the most emotional speeches in Only Fools
and Horses.
Grandad had just passed away and Rodney
can't understand Del Boy's behaviour.
2. Gavin & Stacey - I was going to list the Christmas Special but I’ve decided to not include Xmas specials. Meanwhile, this is a tough one because each episode is almost oddly equally great, but I’ve always loved the coziness of the second season opener; maybe because the whole gang is together for most of it.
3. The Inbetweeners - Caraven Park. Just peak Jay Cartwright bullshitting about pulling tail, but also gives us a glimpse of why he is who he is, thanks to his terrible father.
4. The Vicar of Dibley- Engagement. Contains the
series’ most compelling moment: when David Horton told his son that if
he married “that idiot” Tinker he’d be cut out of his will, and his son
telling him to stick it.
5. Extras - Orlando Bloom. Has the greatest slide from righteous indignity to pathetic indignity, and features some of the best Barry from Eastenders moments.
SORRY - I'm having a hard time finding the right clips! Grrr.
6. Porridge - Final Stretch. Must go with the series finale, which culminates with Fletch saying goodbye to Godber, who is released after from Slade Prison after 2 years.
7. Peep Show - Holiday. Jeremy having to eat the dog he burned? I’m sorry but you’re aren’t topping that. Even for this show, amazing that got thru the execs.
8. I'm Alan Partridge - To Kill a Mocking Alan. Watching him insult the Irish to of all people Graham Linehan means we don’t feel sorry for him when he winds up in the living room of his psycho stalker fan.
9. Moone Boy - Godfellas. This take on Martin’s fascination with the Alter Boys being a form of the Mafia isn’t just the best episode of Moone Boy, it’s one of the best episodes of any sitcom ever.
10. Blackadder - Goodbyeee. The final scene from this finale is one of the all-time great scenes, much less final scene (here's a short list of great finales.) Funny as usual up until the final moment, a wonderfully poignant one for a show without a lot of poignancy and the end of a season that really packed a whollup in showing the senselessness of war and the men that celebrate them.
I wanna roll my eyes and be snarky, but all it really does it get me excited about watching the Only Fools and Horses episode The Russians are Coming; especially this scene when Del has infuriated Granddad by musing that he felt ripped off by being of a generation that never got to fight in a war. Killer.
And now, we must hold a spontaneous animal service to express our
gratitude. Dawn French has confirmed that she will be reviving one of
Britain’s finest sitcoms of all time, The Vicar of Dibley, for
the BBC’s Big Night In coronavirus fundraiser on April 23. While the
show officially ended its heavenly reign back in 2007, French and the
cast have revived Dibley on three occasions since the finale,
which took the form of charity shorts for Comic Relief. (The latest
short had her character, Geraldine, this close to achieving
bishop status and putting on a snazzy miter fashion show.) Besides
French, it’s unknown if the other surviving original actors of the
series — Gary Waldhorn, Trevor Peacock, and James Fleet — will also be
involved, or her foxy accountant husband played by Richard Armitage.
Either way, we have our chocolate bible ready.
"But Xmastime", you say in the voice of Craig “Ironhead” Heyward from
those soap commercials (RIP), “isn't this probably because the show made your list of Top 10 British sitcoms ever?"
The X’s and O’s of basketball are of little concern in
NBAE videos. It is a genre rooted almost entirely in emotion, its
narratives driven by dramatic swings of fortune. When Jordan’s Bulls
meet Magic Johnson’s Lakers in the 1991 Finals in Learning to Fly,
for instance, the teams are depicted as nothing less than gods fighting
on Mount Olympus as the fate of all mankind hangs in the balance. The
prose is sometimes comically purple. A game is a “battle,” a playoff
series is “war.” Defense and offense are “weapons.” Accurate 3-point
shooting is a “devastating long-range barrage.” Victors leave their
opponents “trampled in their wake.”
Watching the crappy VHS tape is nostalgic for people my age, and the corniness of some of it is endearing.
Like everybody else after last night's The Last Dance doc I'm thinking about what a list of the greatest sports docs out there are, but right now I'd like to give Bill Simmons and Ryen Russillo props for giving the brilliant but seemingly overlooked ESPN doc Black Magic a quick shout-out on their podcast. A MUST-WATCH!!
The first two episodes were pretty amazing and I expect that to continue but WHY 👏 THE FUCK👏 CAN'T 👏 ESPN 👏 START 👏 THEM 👏 AT 👏 8PM 👏 INSTEAD 👏 OF 👏 9PM??!?!?!?!?!?!!? 😠
Del Boy and Rodney’s antics with Grandad and Uncle Albert were voted the most comforting watch in a 1,500-viewer poll. Gavin & Stacey was second with Father Ted following in third.
The Vicar of Dibley, Open All Hours, Porridge, One Foot in The Grave and The Royle Family were also favourites
I love all those other shows too, except for One Foot in the Grave which I've never seen.
Eight Men Out - good movie that's made by its stunningly awesome cast. Headin' Home - never heard of it, but sounds like Babe Ruth propaganda as made by Babe Ruth. The Babe Ruth Story - never seen it. The Babe - I remember seeing this in the theater and recall it less about Babe Ruth as a baseball player and more like "wow did the Babe eat a lot of hot dogs during games!!!" Cobb - incredibly entertaining movie though it's probably mostly untrue. The Pride of the Yankees - never seen it. A League of Their Own - LOVE. Not just as a baseball movie, but its one of my all-time movies overall. The Bingo Long Traveling All Stars - I remember seeing this on tv, like on a Sunday morning, as a kid. Can't remember much other than it's a great cast of its time. The Jackie Robinson Story - never seen it. 42 - Caught a few minutes and it was stunningly, embarrassingly terrible. Ugh. Fear Strikes Out - never seen it, though in these days of worrying about each other's mental health it may be interesting to watch. 61* - LOVE LOVE LOVE this. Perfectly cast, a real passion project for Billy Crystal. All-time scene with Maris yelling at Mantle to get his shit together. "You're Mickey Mantle, for chrissake!" No No: A Dockumentary: never seen. No interest. Moneyball - very watchable movie. Though less about baseball to me and more about watching Brad Pitt walk around being Brad Pitt. Sugar - never heard of it. Ken Burn's Baseball: what can I say? A perfect series I immerse myself in every year or so.
How the hell were Bull Durham and Bang the Drum Slowly left off this list?
Former Beatle Paul McCartney loves the Rolling Stones, but says his
band with John Lennon, George Harrison and Ringo Star was better.
The humble-brag happened Tuesday during a
telephone interview with Howard Stern on SiriusXm. Stern offered that he
thought the Beatles were better than their bad boy counterparts and
McCartney, calling from his home in Sussex, England, didn’t disagree.
“You know you're going to persuade me to agree with that one,” McCartney said.
[NOTE: I posted this hours ago but just now realize I'd forgotten the link to the article. Derp. So I've resurfaced it as the top post. You're welcome!]
From my love of Britcoms has come a jealousy of the ubiquity of pub quizzes throughout England; it's pretty much a part of their DNA. Over the years I've tried to convince friends to start a team at one of the "British" pubs in DC, to no avail. But in Britain, today they're going stronger than ever, virus and pub closings be damned:
These
days, pub quizzes have become more than just an opportunity to flex
some knowledge and compete with friends. In an era of social distancing,
where traditional gatherings have been banned, the pub quiz is an
unlikely savior for those in need of something to do or someone to
(virtually) hang out with. In the weeks since Britain went into
lockdown, dozens of online pub quizzes have emerged to meet that
need—many of them adapted by existing quizmasters across the country.
I've started a regular quiz night with some of my friends, using Zoom like everybody else. It's fairly easy to do between Google, knowledge I already have, and literally thousands of quizzes already set up for people to use.
And truth be told, the minute everything's back to normal, those quiz nights will probably end...the question is, why?
The Yankees Morality Police will be out in force because
Nick Swisher had the audacity to smile on the mound tonight when he was
pitching in a 10-run game. This will no doubt be a big issue on the
radio tomorrow.
You know what? Get over it. It was 15-5 and they
asked a guy to pitch who hadn’t pitched since his freshman year of high
school.
The best part was when he shook Jose Molina off, even
through there were no signs. When he struck Gabe Kapler out, Swish
rolled the ball into the dugout for a souvenir. Hilarious.
Derek Jeter thought it was amusing because it was Swisher. “He’s not going to stop talking about it,” the captain said.
Of course, the old guard stick-in-the-mud must rear it's ugly head.
But
Jorge Posada was not amused. “Nobody was laughing,” he said. “I think
today was embarrassing.” Maybe so. But Swisher is hitting .450 and has
10 RBI. Maybe everybody should have what he’s having.
Of course Swish's personality became the one thing that allowed the Yankees loosen up as a team, and them winning the World Series 6 months is no coincidence to me.
...is the correct line that for some reason they changed for the movie (fantastic) Apollo 13 but the point is that coming up at 10:06pm tonight is the 50th anniversary of the explosion that took the mission from ho-hum to global event.
Guys I don’t wanna brag but between my discovery of lotion and new dedication to hydration I may just come out of this whole quarantine thing with softer skin than ever.