All good things must end, though, so it's the Friday roundup, folding in today's Weldpokal post because it's been so crazy busy.
|Heidi Klum: Obeying orders.|One Two last read(s). Couple of things, actually. First, Cathal Kelly in the Star columnizes on Germany's smile offensive, in what was going to be that Weldpokal post:
Germans have come under intense pressure from their government to improve their people skills in advance of the tournament. On the G-rated front, bus drivers have received instructional CDs aimed at teaching them basic English. This may not be necessary since Der Spiegel recently reassured visitors that all Germans speak a little English, even if they claim not to. The article ran under the headline, "Those lying Germans."
And although it's almost a week old, it's hard not to resist Slate magazine's Sam Anderson writing "On the Pleasure of Hating Kobe Bryant":
For all his miraculous skills, Kobe is painfully bad at mythmaking. Since he's a Jordan-like talent, Kobe clearly thinks that he's entitled to the Jordan mythology, but he doesn't have any of Jordan's charisma or imagination. As melodramatic and managed as Jordan's career was, there was some authentic core—it was original and seemed to mean something. Kobe exists entirely within quotation marks.
Sports around town. Race of the week goes out in the suburbs. It's the Mississauga Marathon and Half Marathon on Sunday morning. The 10K, which I can vouch for as a fine race, goes Saturday night.
Watching. Sabres at Senators, Saturday, 7 p.m., CBC. If only for a few minutes, I'd like to see a split screen with this game on one side, and the Sabres-Stars final of a few years back on the other. It'd be like putting a DVD up against an 8-track.
Not watching. The FA Cup. I know it doesn't mean as much as it used to, but - the least they could've done was put it on cable.