Back if not in one piece. My extended enjoyment of the national air transport system on Monday has forced me to turn to the last resort of rapscallions everywhere: bullets. I hope my lawyer can create sympathy with the jury.
- The New York Giants showed up in Arizona battling the flu. If the Giants lose, Tom Coughlin will be vilified by the Post for not putting a hand washing diagram in the Super Bowl playbook.
- I’m not sending you a link to this Internet ad for Oreos, but I will share the text of the ad in its entirety: “You could win a trip for your family to lick race against the Mannings & $10,000!” Funny; I thought the first one was always free.
- Jason Kidd would like to be traded. LeBron James wants Kidd on his squad. That’s nice, but it also explains why Jerry Krause often ignored Jordan’s attempts to play Junior GM during his playing days. All good things, young man…
- I didn’t watch a minute of the U.S. Figure Skating Championships but for different reasons than one might think. I find it hard to watch these incredibly young people fight to be the best of their breed. Mostly, I want to pat them on their little heads after each performance and take them out for ice cream like I promised if they tried really hard and no one went to the hospital. As much as I’ll be pounding the Olympics here all spring and summer, there’s still some small part of me that finds putting an immense amount of personal investment into 14-20 year olds a little disconcerting. I can’t help feeling patronizingly paternal when I do, though.
- Then again, maybe I shouldn’t feel badly about that.
- Can we call him “Dinged” Crosby yet?
- I would like to commit to the Indian, but I appear to have commitment issues. Can we just mess around for awhile?
- If Mighty Mouse is the answer, you’re asking the… actually, you’re asking just the right question, San Antonio.
- When I see Chris Webber’s photo in a story, I instinctively check to see if I still have my wallet. Good luck with that, Oakland.
- “Andy, let’s go out fishing, okay? No, Koby has to go back inside now… just you and me, eh?”
Lots more coming as soon as I figure out which one of you got into the peppermint schnapps I was totally just holding for a friend.
I think you forgot last summer or two summers ago or three summers ago what we gave you. We committed to you. You were very happy when they signed it.
Welcome back. We missed you.
Oh, right. When I “slipped down the stairs”. Three flights of them. And you signed my cast with the tagline, “Such an unfortunate accident.” Go ‘Hawks!
It’s nice to be back, though I’m really not pleased about the weather situation. I thought $20 to Skilling would take care of this mess, but my envelope ended up going to Jeff instead.