What a Sunday!
Ward Cleaver is safe, I'm not a nominee for Dad of the year. Each Father's Day I lay out a simple request for a present from the family which is always "just give me my space."
I use "this space" to plop myself down in front of the TV with assorted snacks and drinks and enjoy a Sunday's worth of sports. This Sunday was especially satisfying.
7:20 a.m. First, wake up and review the rules of Father's Day with the family.
7:21 a.m. Sleep
Mid-morning: Catch Brazil in the World Cup. OK, I'm NOT into soccer, however, if you're going to watch something, watch the best in the world. By the way, is Pele injured? I didn't hear his name mentioned once in the game and it looked like they could have really used him early on.
Late morning: NASCAR race has rain. Ugh! This limits my options to just watching the U.S. Open. Golf is one of those sports I like dropping in on while watching other sports ... or at least until the final nine holes of a major.
Noon: Who hit Vijay Singh with the SuperSoaker before the first tee? This guy is sweating more than Roy Lang does when he realizes he's booked two dates for the same night.
1 p.m.: Green flag at the NASCAR race, yellow flag for rain. Why is it F1 can run in the rain but NASCAR can't? Show me a Goodyear ad that doesn't promote how its tires handle the rain yet they can't make a tire for the NASCAR types to run circles in the wet stuff?
Afternoon: College World Series from Omaha. OK, I lived in Omaha for a number of years and the CWS USED to be the greatest college sports event on the docket until everything under the sun had to have a corporate sponsor complete with tent.
The NCAA ruined this jewel with its greed. The charm is gone. No one in Omaha will admit it for fear of losing the event, but it isn't anywhere near as special as it used to be.
Of course, any Omahan would also tell you that the CWS isn't the CWS without LSU.
Late afternoon: What a Father's Day! Not one 18th hole meltdown, but two! Phil, back away from your VHS version of Tin Cup. It was a movie, not a playbook on how to become as popular as Tiger. No one cares how you get to a title, they just care that you close the deal. If Phil were a football coach, would he still be calling pass plays when all he would have to do is have his QB take a knee?
I thought Monty's choke was more profound. Phil's second shot was off the beaten path and behind some trees, Colin's was in the middle of the fairway.
Nighttime: Let's wrap this quickly, there was no reason to call a foul on Dwayne Wade's overtime drive to nowhere. The refs bailed him out. All that showboat dribbling and slashing did was draw three defenders into the paint where Wade found himself serving up a scoop shot from his knees.
Even if there was contact, you shouldn't reward a player, even a star like Wade, for such idiotic decisions. Swallow the whistle.
I use "this space" to plop myself down in front of the TV with assorted snacks and drinks and enjoy a Sunday's worth of sports. This Sunday was especially satisfying.
7:20 a.m. First, wake up and review the rules of Father's Day with the family.
7:21 a.m. Sleep
Mid-morning: Catch Brazil in the World Cup. OK, I'm NOT into soccer, however, if you're going to watch something, watch the best in the world. By the way, is Pele injured? I didn't hear his name mentioned once in the game and it looked like they could have really used him early on.
Late morning: NASCAR race has rain. Ugh! This limits my options to just watching the U.S. Open. Golf is one of those sports I like dropping in on while watching other sports ... or at least until the final nine holes of a major.
Noon: Who hit Vijay Singh with the SuperSoaker before the first tee? This guy is sweating more than Roy Lang does when he realizes he's booked two dates for the same night.
1 p.m.: Green flag at the NASCAR race, yellow flag for rain. Why is it F1 can run in the rain but NASCAR can't? Show me a Goodyear ad that doesn't promote how its tires handle the rain yet they can't make a tire for the NASCAR types to run circles in the wet stuff?
Afternoon: College World Series from Omaha. OK, I lived in Omaha for a number of years and the CWS USED to be the greatest college sports event on the docket until everything under the sun had to have a corporate sponsor complete with tent.
The NCAA ruined this jewel with its greed. The charm is gone. No one in Omaha will admit it for fear of losing the event, but it isn't anywhere near as special as it used to be.
Of course, any Omahan would also tell you that the CWS isn't the CWS without LSU.
Late afternoon: What a Father's Day! Not one 18th hole meltdown, but two! Phil, back away from your VHS version of Tin Cup. It was a movie, not a playbook on how to become as popular as Tiger. No one cares how you get to a title, they just care that you close the deal. If Phil were a football coach, would he still be calling pass plays when all he would have to do is have his QB take a knee?
I thought Monty's choke was more profound. Phil's second shot was off the beaten path and behind some trees, Colin's was in the middle of the fairway.
Nighttime: Let's wrap this quickly, there was no reason to call a foul on Dwayne Wade's overtime drive to nowhere. The refs bailed him out. All that showboat dribbling and slashing did was draw three defenders into the paint where Wade found himself serving up a scoop shot from his knees.
Even if there was contact, you shouldn't reward a player, even a star like Wade, for such idiotic decisions. Swallow the whistle.
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