Some, push the power button on the boob tube - and The Cooking Channel is the default setting. Their food pantry is so wonderfully alphabetically arranged and, they ain't the type to forget the grocery list when undertaking a Piggly Wiggly trip. Ramsey, Flay, Garten, Ray - all they tune in, hear what they say. They've a hunnerd and fitty three recipes for Pasta Salad, and of course make hubby's fav, Bowtie Pasta Caesar Salad. The kitchen is their theater.
I've a buddy who informs "I've read 112 books (paperback variety) since Christmas last year..." You name it, Rowling, King, Patterson, Steel, he's read it... habitual, time set aside every day (and sometimes night).. and he pays it forward by taking the "I done read that one" books to the Little Free Libraries ya see on the corner in neighborhoods. Eat, sleep, breathe, death, taxes - READ.
Then, prolly half or better of us slovenly men are deeply involved in What In The Wide Wide World Of Sports Is'a Goin' On. Broken into categories......
Any, every - thing wheels. Formula 1, NASCAR, IndyCar, drifting, local dirt tracks... the man cave has an engine block coffee table, tire and wheel tables, crankshaft and rotor bar stools, helmets of favorite drivers on the shelves - and don't forget the King Richard picture on the wall that's the first thing ya see.
Then, ya got the sport's nuts of what I'll call "argument Sports." Old schoolers say soccer ain't a sport "and ya spell it fOOtball, btw." Others awaken at 6am to catch an English Premier League game... Fans of 'footie' know there are 32 panels on a soccer ball (12 five-sided pentagons and 20 six-sided hexagons.) Messi ain't it.
Yet others are disgusted if ya don't know whatinthehell icing or offides are... they can nameya the Stanley Cup winners since their birth... Their dressers are fulla the regular stuff (socks, undies, tees, shorts) and one heap big drawer reserved for Red Wings gear, "we don't give a puck what you think about that."
I gotta anuther buddy, no matter the sport, "who do you want to win?" "I don't care." He's more into traveling the US to see interesting, offbeat, cool stuff.
Yet another, "College Football is really thing only thing I get excited for any more. I live for Saturdays in the Fall."
Women's sports....... give the Old Schooler a Rolaid, say, "Sit down Pops", it's here, it's wonderful, we don't care what you think, Clark, Paige Buckets, and ya geezer, an FYI that the leading scorer for the Kansas City Current (home to the first eva' professional arena built specifically for women) is Temwa Chawinga. Try on a teal shirt for size.
Whenever I address, "I" here on this blog - it's like a mark, set, go, "seeya later My Little Runaway Del Shannon" kinda thing. I can't really say I blame you, but, you're stuck with a little piss and vinegar there just like ya/we are in the ardency of Soccer, Hockey, Women's sports, yada...... I likes what I likes. Katy, Ralph, bar the door.
I enjoy the Chiefs. Of course I remember the late, great Otis Taylor wore #89, but I can also tellya so did Andre Rison, Jeremy Maclin, Jonathan Baldwin have and Jason Brownlee does now. I remember the groundskeeper, all the announcers, The Huddle Club, the Chiefettes, the Dallas Texans first draft choice, that Bobbie Bell could throw a football 75 yards, that EJ Holub had boo koo knee surgeries ("my legs look like they lost a knife fight to a midget.") That stuff.
So........ of course, as I suffered thru watching the game yesterday (in spite of the glorious most recent years with Andy, #15 at the helm, we Chief's fans know suffering) I couldn't wait for the newspaper to hit the sidewalk this morning..... (Hang on, that ain't it. I forgot, I do the E-thingy... I get 'the paper' around 4am)..
So........ I thumb (click) to the article by my favorite writer, Sam McDowell. He, so wonderfully, paints how it is. "This Chiefs offense stinks.... fresh outta ideas on how to gain a yard... the Chiefs have transformed from a unit rich in ideas into a quarterback turning his pockets inside-out, looking for help." AS MUCH, as many of the banners, Super Bowl champion flags, Tee shirts, yada that I have....... I still am perked by this dude's clever pen. Maybe kinda like turning on the Food Channel again today, in spite of me trying their suggested recipe from yesterday that I upchucked (like watching the Chief's live)... put the rest in the dog bowl, and even they wouldn't touch it.
Sam continued "The Chiefs haven't scored 30 points in a game since 2023." Ouch. Those in the nation sick and tired of Trav/Taylor can delight in him lighting up Kelce pretty good. "The 35 year old tight end found himself involved in the game's biggest play for all the wrong reasons (nearing the end zone to score the go ahead TD, the ball slipped through his fingers, into the arms of a Pilly defender, game, set, match) and spent the afternoon running through the gamut of ways he could think to show his anger." Sam mentioned we'd probably learn on Kelce's podcast what exactly happened, and that (I kinda think 'calling out' Travis) he was unavailable to speak to the media after the game.
And, amid s'more deserved not-too-complementary verbiage, he bemoaned the fact the Chiefs can't get a pass connection longer than ten yards.... 'A quarterback who calls himself a gunslinger is holstering a Nerf today, and at times he looks timid to pull the trigger.
No one, no one enjoys losing. "I lost my bookmark, wherethehell was I in this book.... My bread didn't rise!... It's storming, my satellite is out (thus, no English Premier, NASCAR, Indianapolis Fever)... NO WAY we can lose to the Blackhawks!... EMAW CAN'T BE 1-2 to start the season.
Age, I find anyways, softens that blow. We've been there, witnessed butchered that (and I ain't talkin' a Guy Fieri steak.)
I DO NOT like green eggs and ham (or any kinda dayum pasta salad).. I don't think I could sit through 90 scoreless minutes of soccer awaiting extra time (whadever that is) to see if anyone per chance wins. Car racing doesn't have a Formula I enjoy... especially since Danica left... What's a blue line?
This much I can tell you....... I am (a fan) of Sam. Sam, I am, a fan. Thank you for your humor, your Cosell telling it like it is. It makes 2 and 15 seasons bearable. Looking up at the others in the AFC West not so bothersome.
Upon further review, I love sports... special interests.. fanaticism.. and Sam's writing, even if the basta's at the Star raised the monthly rate from $5.99 to $9.72.
Appendices, glosseries in the back, back, back, back of the book, by Chris Berman.
Attached Podcast compliments of Oscar Madison.
Chow.
Love, Victurd
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