…except we won’t tell him he’s writing a sitcom. We’ll tell him he’s scripting a new drama about the cutting-edge issues surrounding the NFL. What he comes up with, however, will be knee-slapping, full-force hilariousness of untold proportions.
This must be how Michael Phelps felt after winning gold medal numero ocho at the Beijing games. Because I’m exhausted. Of watching Olympic sports. And I somehow have six more days to go. How in the Sacramone can I keep going?
In the past five years, I’ve come up with a rule. You have to give a TV show three chances before giving up on it entirely. All too often, I’ve watched a pilot or another early episode, gotten a so-so vibe off of it, and just left it alone – only to come back to it after the first season and get caught up when it goes to DVD.
Like any dad who got cut a bit of slack yesterday thanks to the Fathers Day holiday (thanks Hallmark!), I was actually able to watch the entire back nine of the U.S. Open yesterday. Tiger Woods grabbed the lead, pissed it away to Rocco Mediate… then Rocco was unable to extend the lead, allowing Tiger to snatch it back. Riveting golf.
I meant to post this last night, but I got stuck with the whole linking to Mother Bunker issue. Had to relay my thoughts on the most important part of the game. No, it’s not the 24-point comeback last night or Kobe’s sinister gaze whenever anyone on his team does anything bad (as if his 6-19 shooting performance wasn’t bad enough). Did anyone see who sang the national anthem last night? Jeffrey Osborne, the musical genius behind “On the Wings of Love” and other 1980s ballads. More… Read more…
I’ve been watching Lakers vs. Celtics pretty intently in the NBA Championship. It’s a really good series, with two rivals playing at a high level — and some referees who are interpreting the basketball rulebook like Alberto Gonzales with the Geneva Convention. Let’s play the feud!
Last night, the Wife and I saw the Sex and the City movie, thanks to my son’s after-school care facility and their monthly “parents’ night out.” It’s not like it was the best movie ever, but I didn’t absolutely hate it. Which was an accomplishment in itself. Go ahead and stick that on the movie poster, HBO Films.
Just flipped on CNN and saw Obama’s speech after getting enough delegates to clinch the Democratic nomination. Hillary Clinton hasn’t conceded yet, but for the… I don’t know… 15th week in a row, she’s only days or hours away from doing that.
As much as I’d like to write a long missive about a hot topic, let’s just take this as a chance to do some spring cleaning of my noggin. Read more…
The other day, the ever-entertaining Bill Simmons from ESPN told his readers about a list from Nerve.com and IFC for the Top 50 Comedy Sketches of all time. Now, I can’t really dispute the list, because I really enjoyed watching any of these. Except for some of the British ones. Not sure what some of them are all about.
