And now more boredom sets in, except here
I have to admit I was caught a bit off-guard by the speed with which the NBA cancelled games; I, like many, thought there was a sense of optimism that common sense would prevail, especially with somewhat optimistic reports emanating from New York over the weekend.
Any momentum has been entirely lost – there is no urgency now at all – and I really think things are going to get worse before they get better.
Stern was ominous Monday night talking about further cancellations and a pullback of whatever offer was on the table and if the players truly are “united” they aren’t going to cave as quickly as they usually do.
Now, I don’t have a “side” in this thing, the owners and players are being entirely idiotic killing such a golden beast.
But the union has already given back an awful lot in percentage of BRI, they know the length of contracts will be shortened, the mid-level exception will be less valuable and the fully-guaranteed nature of their deals will be in question.
I was stunned to hear Stern talk about “concessions” the league has made because if I say you’re going to get 50 per cent less than what I’ve been giving you and then I cut that to 25 per cent, that’s not a “concession” to me. That’s simply not true and I imagine there are right-thinking fans who can see through that ruse rather easily.
But it really doesn’t matter, does it?
The game’s gone, there’s more than enough blame to go around and fans, once any sense of immediate anger is gone, will go about their lives with little or no disruption, I think.
The over-riding sense through this entire ordeal has been boredom, I believe; I can’t see it all of sudden changing now.
This is not a shameless request to make sure the hits keep on coming but we’ve got something a little bit new in store for you today.
Details – and a shocking new bit of schtick – are coming to thestar.com today, my people tell me – and we’re sure you’re going to like it. Or at least hope a lot of you do.
Anyway, it kind of ties in to what we’re going to have to do now that we’ve got no basketball until at least the middle of November so pay attention here today.
Well, we are sure going to be grasping at straws every now and then, aren’t we? I guess it’s just a continuation of what we’ve been doing but it seems more, I don’t know, definite now.
Remember the worst TV neighbours from a week or so ago?
If these folks lived in the area, I might call a real estate agent and look to buy.
Duh! Sure he steals borrows food and is a general pain but the hilarity makes it worth it.
If you’re a pineapple that lives under the sea, why not have a squid buddy.
Yes, this guy might be at the very top of the list. I wish the show was still in syndication.
Some angst but someone had to make it easy for Mary to be Mary and solve all the world’s problems. After all, Carlton The Doorman couldn’t do it all.
Second to Norton? Perhaps
I really wish I could cover a sport where the season opens with two games in three nights and then you get a week off.
Gotta love the pucks.
No idea how that happens – I’d presume Mr. TV has something to do with it – but doesn’t it kill any true momentum that was built up over the first two games.
I always wondered about the difference, in a usual season that is, in the schedules between the pucks and hoops.
Generally, the hockey plays exactly the same number of games, 82, in about a month’s less time; the grind over on our side seems a bit harsh in that light, on us and on the players.
Lions are 5-1. 5-0.
Tigers play an ALCS game at home tonight and have the most dominant pitcher in the game.
I presume the Red Wings are still good.
The Pistons aren’t playing, which means no losses to worry about.
Yes, it is renaissance time in Detroit.
But you know, when I watch the Tigers now I can’t really get into it as much. I know that new park has been there for years (not entirely sure how many) but if there was a better old ballpark than Tiger Stadium, I don’t know what it was.
I recall the first time I was there, walking up an aisle to a box seat and walking into the greenest piece of earth I’d ever seen. A crown on the field. The smell. The feel. Amazing.
Sitting in that upper deck behind the plate, where your seat might have been closer to the field than some people in the good seats because of the way it hung over the lower boxes.
Sitting in the right field bleachers watching, I believe, the 1984 World Series and escaping just before they starting lighting cars on fire.
Maybe it was my southern Ontario upbringing and the fact I didn’t get to a lot of the older stadiums because they’d been replaced by the time I was travelling around but nothing – nothing – beat that old ballyard.
Someone told me Cher cried watching her offspring on DWTS?
Man, I’ve got to get back to my regular TV-watching schedule somehow.
I just hope the tears didn’t crack her face.
But it does give us this, and who didn’t love the Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour?