Before riding off into the sunset of a long weekend, a little theme music to back a getaway post (except for the weekend surprise, that is, but you'll have to wait till Saturday for that).
When it comes to overhyped sports on TV, a good rule of thumb is the Four Days After rule, as in: what has stayed with you four days after investing some of your life in a sports event?
|Miguel Angel Jimenez: The common man's golfer.|
So I applied the Four Days After rule to last weekend's Masters. And the result is: very little. It was as mundane and sparkless a sporting show as I've seen this year - but not a total loss. I do remember Miguel Angel Jimenez: the little pot belly, the yellow-and-brown colour combinations and the Naomi Klein approach to sponsorship, the baseball cap with the ponytail sticking out, the shoulders-back, chest-forward walk, the mild obscenity caught by the boom mikes as his tee shot on the 12th flew the green, his round falling apart. He looked like the guy who shows up midafternooon at Scarlett Woods, just coming off shift (his nickname is "the Mechanic") and hooking up with a group that's got a spot open.
Miguel Angel Jimenez, you're just regular folk -- common people -- and will be henceforth welcomed here: JABS' designated golfer/Google Alert.
One last look. Another year, another baseball season, and David Wells continues to morph into Brando's Col. Kurtz. Is it the end of the line for Boomer?
|David Wells: "The horror . . . the horror . . ."|
One last read. SI's Kelly Dwyer rates every NBA announcing team, giving a B to the Raptors (He gives higher marks to Seattle's Kevin Calabro, who I've always felt to be the best around, but a guy who's never been given the national platform he deserves). Meantime, True Hoop's Henry Abbott, who passed along the link to Dwyer's piece and thanks for that, has a great post on his day with Team Hollywood:
The regular coach is not here.
His name is Newt. By all reports, he’s a real character—someone who will say anything to anyone and is scared of nothing. In a pinch, Pete can coach instead.
This is not the real coach. And this is streetball. The players have a complex understanding of the game, but the coaching is unbelievably simple. This is an actual quote from Pete’s pre-game talk:
"Rebounds, gentlemen. Defense."
Here’s another one:
"Listen up: rebounds… defense… blocked shots."
And one more:
"REEEEEEEBOOUNDS. Ok? Can you get some rebounds, and play some defense?"
Sports around town. This didn't take first time around, but better late than never: In Brampton, the Battalion face elimination tonight, down 3-1 against the Barrie Colts. And at Humber College, it's the Canada Cup floorball championships.
Watching/not watching. Taking a pass on TV this weekend, with Mrs. JABS and I off to New York for a mini-vacation. Happy Easter, Happy Passover, Happy It's-Springtime-and-Long-Weekend (check whichever applies).