First of all there is nothing wrong with this song, other than it gets stuck in my head. Which I then have to walk around my apartment singing, until it gets stuck in my kid’s head. At which point she starts to hate me.
Other than that, the song’s soild.
Funny how just a little good news, just a spark of hope can put you in a better mood and start viewing the world differently.
I always thought that one day I would stop getting pimples.
A rainy day is a good excuse to stay in pajamas.
I’m glad that the kid likes to read when it rains.
I don’t like walking the dog in the rain, but the dog hates it more.
Time goes by faster than I like.
Is it too early to start wishing for Fall to arrive?
Swimming pool season is a thing.
I miss wearing a shirt and tie every weekday.
When I was growing up, I watched a lot of tv. One of the best UHF stations in the Dallas/Fort Worth area was Channel 21 which showed tons of monster movies, weird supernatural “documentaries,” and kung-fu flicks. My love of bad movies comes directly from this station.
So, when I was watching Rob Hill’s latest installment of his “Borrowing Blockbuster” series, all about the rip-off Bruce Lee movies, I know for certain that I watched several of those growing up.
The best news out of all of this is that there will be two more episodes of the “Bruceploitation!”
(This joint is jumping!)
There’s been lots of celebrating in the City since the Knicks won, and if you have been walking around here in the past week, New York feels like one giant neighborhood. It’s best summed up by MD Ahnaf Hossain who said, “My mayor’s Muslim / My bagel’s Jewish / My Christian’s Dior / Knicks in four!” Or you could go with, “My mayor’s Muslim / My bagel’s Jewish / The Pope’s on our side / Knicks in five!”
Gearing up for USA v Australia in about an hour, and I’m excited for this match. A win means that Team USA will move on to the knockout round. I hate to be one of those supporters, but it Team USA can win their first match in the knockout round, then this World Cup has been a success for them. I would love for them to go deep, hell, even win the whole thing. But, I feel like we are still twenty to thirty years from that. Having said that, I would like to see how far we can go in this thing. Might be awhile before the Cup in held in America again.
I can’t believe I’m going to say this; I’m looking forward to working out each day. Not sure what changed this week, but there you go. I can learn new things.
I have a very kind and understanding family.
I say this because they aren’t complaining about the amount of time I have sat in one place on the couch watching the World Cup. As of this moment, I have watched some potion of each match. I’m not saying I’ve seen the entirety of every game, just at least five minutes. And I am having fun. I mean I hate FIFA, as they are a corrupt group of assholes who skim and steal everything. But the World Cup as an event is awesome.
As I sit here in my apartment enjoying all of this sports competition, I have to wonder when I became such a sports fan?
I didn’t use to be like this. When I was a kid and into my teens, I wasn’t a sports fan. Those were my brothers in my family. I was the arty theatre kid. I’ve always had a competitive streak in me, as everyone in my family does, but I wasn’t coordinated or talented enough to be on any team.
But sports were always on the tv when I was growing up. My dad would watch football in the fall and winter, so that was on every Sunday and Monday night. My oldest brother was way into baseball, so the was on tv over the Summers. My other brother was way into college basketball, so we always watched the NCAA tournament. If I was going to spend time with my maternal Grandfather over the Summer up in Illinois, that meant I was going to watch the Cubs on WGN. All this inundation, but I never went out seeking to follow a sports team on my own.
Then somewhere in my mid-twenties it all started to change. I started watching the Cowboys, and never missed a game if it was on TV. Got really into following the Cubs, and pretty much didn’t look back. And soccer has been the latest, especially with the World Cup and Tottenham.
And I have noticed about other people my age who are in the creative fields. I swear twenty years ago, none of them would have spent any of their time watching a game from any sport. Now, they have become diehard baseball or basketball fans. And I’m not talking about the local teams starts winning, and they started following. I mean true dedication and loyalty to teams that, well, suck.
Maybe it does have to do with getting older. My mother, over the last fifteen or so years of her life was a huge San Antonio Spurs fan, back when it was Pop, Tim Duncan and that whole gang. It was a little odd hearing her tell me stats about the team, or who was injured, or needed to step up their game. She religiously watched every one of their games over a season, and we had to adjust family plans to fit around the playoffs. She never cared about sports before, then all of a sudden, she was hooked.
Maybe this is just how life goes; the older you get, the more you like watching competition.
