It’s almost October and you know what that means.
Tony Soprano said it best:
“This is my busy time!”
So we skip merrily from Stumpy to baseball with stops at football and futbol in between – and all the way to a
shameless plug timely reminder of tomorrow’s JABS LIVE! offering: a blog retelling of the Oct. 2, 1978 one-game playoff between the Yankees and the Red Sox.
I dug an old box out of the sunroom at home the other day, looking for a particular thingy, and there it was, almost as mouldy and dog-eared as Trot Nixon’s cap: my green Cooper baseball scorebook, and among the scorecards inside was that fateful day when a division was decided and a gerund was permanently added to the middle of Bucky Dent’s name.
We all know how it’s going to turn out – thanks a lot, Bucky – but that’s not the point. In the inning-by-inning, play-by-play, squiggle-by-squiggle account, you get to fill me in with your memories, your thoughts, your hopes and your expletive-deleted streams of consciousness as the Yanks and the Red Sox get set to decide a division all over again this weekend – perhaps even into Monday, if they’re still all even at the end of the season. It's like therapy, and I'm your
So join in the fun/misery. Red Sox fans, keep all scissors out of the room. Yankees
front-runners fans, please keep the gloating to a dull roar. And Jays fans – we’ll do this again, later in Tony’s busy month, with one from the archives that’ll warm your cockles, so in the meantime why not come on by.
Meantime, for all you hurry-hard fanatics, those wily Scots are taking a high-tech approach to the curling at this winter’s Olympics. Why, these hoots-mon with brooms are using state of the art technology to determine the best sweeping. Says one of the eggheads in on the project:
“Our biggest rivals, the Canadians, are skeptical.”
Skeptical? We play curling the old-fashioned way. As Leslie Nielsen put it in Men With Brooms:
"You want an easy ride? Go play a bonspiel for the gutless. You want the Golden Broom, then find your spine."
Kinda says it all, really.
(Okay, it wasn't such a hot movie. But thanks to the always readable Sports Economist for the link).