A significant cinematic anniversary, and other fun stuff
Oh yeah, crazy late today. And I’d like to tell you I was sleeping like a baby for hours but I can’t. Funny how time gets away from you when you’re in a hospitality suite and all of a sudden it’s two freaking o’clock in the morning and you desperately need four or five hours of sleep.
Anyway, the usual little stuff on a Friday, some of which might catch your fancy.
I’m not going to lollygag but I’m not going to sit around and read the novels of Susan Sontag because I think they’re self-indulgent over-rated crap.
I’m going to work on a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter because I want to announce my presence with authority.
I need a rainout so I can go shopping for some candlesticks or a live rooster.
Now, I know at least a few of you would understand what I’m talking about and all I have to say is that we need a bit of a celebration this weekend.
Tomorrow, June 15, is the 25th anniversary of the premiere of Bull Durham, which is the best sports comedy movie ever in the opinion of some smart people.
I’ve got it in a virtual tie with Caddyshack but probably slightly ahead.
So you should do yourself a favour sometime over the weekend and watch it; it’s a classic.
And I think there’s only one slightly bad word here; took forever to find a clip for a family-friendly blog.
Please. Not much there, two weekend mornings to get through and I need some help.
It’s email@example.com and ask anything you like.
Besides, the teams have today off, only availability is with the head coaches so there’s a bit of extra time to lounge around perhaps a stool in the lobby and putter on work.
Not sure what kind of fuss it created back home, or if anyone even knew about it, but a bit of an uproar over the young boy who sung the national anthem down here for Games 3 and 4.
He’s a Mexican-American lad – did a bang-up job on the tune – but the internet trolls were all over him for his heritage and the Spurs for asking him to sign after Game 1.
You know the kind of people I’m talking about, the gutless pukes who have nothing better to do than spew vitriol while sitting at the computer. The world would be better off without them, in many ways.
Anyway, the Spurs heard about it, brought the kid back to sing before Game 4 and he was introduced at midcourt by the mayor of San Antonio, who I’m told is quite popular.
And Gregg Popovich, bless his curmudgeonly soul, went off when asked about the story before game.
We know Pop can be a bit acerbic and terse but when he get son a roll he can be brilliant, and he was when asked about the post-Game 3 reaction to the young kid:
“Well, I would like to say that I would be shocked or surprised by the comments. But given the fact that there's still a significant element of bigotry and racism in our nation, I'm not surprised. It still plagues us, obviously. And what I was surprised by was how proud these idiots were of their ignorance, by printing their names next to their comments. “
What would he tell the kid?
“He's a class act. Way more mature than most his age. And as much as those comments by the idiots saddens you about your country, he makes you feel that the future could be very bright.”
Pop gets a free pass for a very long time with that stuff.
But you know how we could avoid all of this?
Take my longstanding advice and dump the anthems before sports events, it in some way trivializes songs that shouldn’t be, too many crooners don’t treat it with the respect it deserves and if it was only played at truly national events – country vs. country maybe – I’d be all for it.
We all know that Dwyane Wade and LeBron James rose to the occasion in Game 4; they were outstanding with the season basically on the line.
And at the other end of the spectrum:
I love the guy and the frenetic way he plays and we all know how skilled he is and how many big games he’s had.
But this has been a disappearing act of epic proportions and if he doesn’t give the Spurs something in Game 5, San Antonio’s going to be in an awful lot of trouble.
I can highly recommend Einstein Bros. Coffee as a good starter for the day.
You can’t seem to find a Starbucks in this village with a search warrant (I know there’s one in a mall over by the Marriott I usually stay at but none near here) so it’s been a couple of very large, very black Einstein cups each morning.
If they want to open one in Hazelville, I’m all for it.
Texas is usually a Shiner Bock kind of state, it’s a good local delicacy but if you find a St. Arnold’s summer pilsner in your travels, a glass or two wouldn’t be a bad idea.
A Dos Equis or two have helped pass the time and since I hear raves about it by people who know, I should probably try a Corona, right?
I’m not sure I’ve ever had one – I know, you’re aghast – and I guess maybe the time has come?
This is a bit long but it’s also a bit good, isn’t it?
Finally, a bit of a break.
With the Heat win, at least we all know what we’re doing next week – wending our way to Miami – and since it’s all about me (and it is, right?) it’s good to have some certainty to your plans.
I think I speak for all of us down here when I say the last thing we really wanted was a Spurs win because it would have meant two days of hoping to be home Monday only to have those dreams ultimately dashed late Sunday night.
And on that note, I’m off to research flights.