To the surprise of likely nobody, the Dubs finished off the sweep of the Cleveland Cavaliers. In beat-down fashion.
It had to be disheartening for the Cavs fans in attendance. Lord knows, they probably had to skip a house payment or two for the dough required to buy tickets.
And you know something is horribly wrong when your (home) team pulls its biggest star (one Lebron James) with over four minutes left in the game. Did I mention beat-down?
Now it would appear as if only three questions remain.
#1. Will James exercise his opt-out clause and bail (again) on Cleveland?
#2. And if so, where to? Houston? Philly? LA? Boston? How good with the latter be with LJ in the line-up and stars Gordon Hayward and Kyrie Irving coming back next year? Thing is, Celtics general manager Danny Ainge might not even want him. He's done a masterful job of tearing down the team and completely rebuilding it into contenders. Throwing James into the mix, with the max contract he'd no doubt demand, and the forced shedding of other role players might screw up the whole works.
Last but not least.....
#3. Will the Donald even invite the Dubs to the White House? Or in a pre-emptive strike of Trump "genius", will he dis-invite them first, without ever having extended the original invitation? Hard to tell with that guy. Just when you think things can't possibly get any dumber, BAM, he'll come up with something.
Nevertheless, all hail the Golden State Warriors. NBA champions. Again. Three titles in four years is starting to have the ring of a mini-dynasty to it.
And if that team stays together, given their relatively young collective ages, who's going to beat them in the next few years?
Friday, June 8, 2018
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Caps win Stanley Cup?
Get outta here. That can't be right. We've all long known that if a professional team is from Washington (DC), they have to choke in the playoffs. It's in the sports by-laws somewhere.
The Washington Nationals of Major League Baseball, despite being loaded with talent, have made the post-season swoon an art form over the years.
The Wizards of the NBA have been over-hyped and under-performing since as far back as anybody can remember.
The Redskins of the NFL seem to devote more time defending their name than winning on the gridiron.
When it comes to DC, there seems to be no limit on choking. Good grief, Congress and the Prez make millions of citizens gag every day.
The Washington Generals long served as cannon-fodder to the Harlem Globetrotters.
And now we're supposed to, gulp, gasp, swallow the notion that the Washington Capitals are NHL champions? Something must be horribly wrong.
Yet it appears it's true. Old time sniper Alex Ovechkin will finally have his name etched on Lord Stanley's bauble. Da, comrade. Ya done good. Will he take the Cup back to his native Russia sometime during the off-season? Maybe. It might just be that one Vladimir Putin will get a chance to drink some vodka from it. Or fill it full of borscht. Or soak his feet in it. Oh my, put those images on the internet and watch the Donald go ballistic on twitter. But it could happen. To the winners go the spoils, however unsavory they might become.
Thing is, one group is really -- REALLY breathing a huge sigh of relief.
That would be the bookies that, before the season started, listed the Vegas Golden Knights as up to a 500:1 long shot at winning the cup. Anybody that plopped down a measly Hamilton at those odds was looking at a 5 grand pay-off had the VGK pulled it off. No way were they supposed to get anywhere near the Finals. But they did. It's been estimated that, had Vegas actually won, the bookies would have taken anywhere from a $20-50 million dollar hit. A bank breaker? No, but more than a few "wise guys" would have had some serious 'splainin to do.
You have to hand it to Vegas for getting as far as they did. A first year expansion team, made up of players not deemed good enough by their former clubs to "protect", multiple (crap shoot) draft choices, and a few free agents that apparently couldn't catch on elsewhere.
They came together and made a magical season out of it. Hats off to the runners-up for accomplishing far more than most thought they would.
But for now, all hail the Washington Capitals. Champions of the hockey world, at least in the western hemisphere.
DC finally got something right.
Amazing.
Next thing ya know, Tony Kornheiser, the gas-bag from ESPN's Pardon the Interruption, and a DC-er, will actually let his co-host Mike Wilbon get through an entire sentence without rudely interrupting him to spout even more inane drivel.
Nah.
Even miracles have their limits.
The Caps will have to do for now.....
The Washington Nationals of Major League Baseball, despite being loaded with talent, have made the post-season swoon an art form over the years.
The Wizards of the NBA have been over-hyped and under-performing since as far back as anybody can remember.
The Redskins of the NFL seem to devote more time defending their name than winning on the gridiron.
When it comes to DC, there seems to be no limit on choking. Good grief, Congress and the Prez make millions of citizens gag every day.
The Washington Generals long served as cannon-fodder to the Harlem Globetrotters.
And now we're supposed to, gulp, gasp, swallow the notion that the Washington Capitals are NHL champions? Something must be horribly wrong.
Yet it appears it's true. Old time sniper Alex Ovechkin will finally have his name etched on Lord Stanley's bauble. Da, comrade. Ya done good. Will he take the Cup back to his native Russia sometime during the off-season? Maybe. It might just be that one Vladimir Putin will get a chance to drink some vodka from it. Or fill it full of borscht. Or soak his feet in it. Oh my, put those images on the internet and watch the Donald go ballistic on twitter. But it could happen. To the winners go the spoils, however unsavory they might become.
Thing is, one group is really -- REALLY breathing a huge sigh of relief.
That would be the bookies that, before the season started, listed the Vegas Golden Knights as up to a 500:1 long shot at winning the cup. Anybody that plopped down a measly Hamilton at those odds was looking at a 5 grand pay-off had the VGK pulled it off. No way were they supposed to get anywhere near the Finals. But they did. It's been estimated that, had Vegas actually won, the bookies would have taken anywhere from a $20-50 million dollar hit. A bank breaker? No, but more than a few "wise guys" would have had some serious 'splainin to do.
You have to hand it to Vegas for getting as far as they did. A first year expansion team, made up of players not deemed good enough by their former clubs to "protect", multiple (crap shoot) draft choices, and a few free agents that apparently couldn't catch on elsewhere.
They came together and made a magical season out of it. Hats off to the runners-up for accomplishing far more than most thought they would.
But for now, all hail the Washington Capitals. Champions of the hockey world, at least in the western hemisphere.
DC finally got something right.
Amazing.
Next thing ya know, Tony Kornheiser, the gas-bag from ESPN's Pardon the Interruption, and a DC-er, will actually let his co-host Mike Wilbon get through an entire sentence without rudely interrupting him to spout even more inane drivel.
Nah.
Even miracles have their limits.
The Caps will have to do for now.....
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
Cleveland Cavaliers. Outta here
As the song goes --
Na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na,
Hey-ey-ey good-bye.
The Peter Principle has finally caught up to Lebron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers.
Waltzing through the likes of the mediocre Indiana Pacers, the ever playoff choking Toronto Raptors, and being taken to seven games against a Boston Celtics team without their two beat players is one thing.
But the Golden State Warriors are a whole different breed of animal.
The chances of Cleveland rallying from an 0-3 NBA Final deficit against THOSE guys?
It's theoretically possible, if at least a couple of their starters suffer major injuries. Or the team comes down with a nasty flu bug/food poisoning/the black plague/mass hysteria, take your pick, that lays them up for a week or two. Or their team plane takes a serious wrong turn and somehow winds up out of fuel in Antarctica. Or an overzealous ICE team makes a horrific mistake and deports them all to, say, Afghanistan. And we can't totally rule out the possibility of the Warriors spontaneously combusting en-masse due to the sheer excitement of it all. But the odds are very long that any of those scenarios would happen.
Assuming they make it to the arena in one piece, Golden State is now on cruise control. It would surprise very few if they finished off the sweep in Game Four.
And even if not, the Cavs chances of winning this series now are about as good as Hillary getting a recount and belatedly becoming President. I would't exactly count on it.
In other words, color the Cleveland Cavaliers gone.
Winning four in a row, with two of them in Oakland? Not a chance.
Then two questions will arise.
Will we see another political circus as to whether the Dubs get invited to the White House? Probably.
More importantly, what will Lebron James do next? Though he has a year left in his contract, he can opt out of it -- basically become a free agent. And he just might. The current Cleveland team has little hope of contending for a championship in the future. With the rise of Boston, particularly when they get Gordon Hayward and Kyrie Irving back next year -- and young Philly's coming -- the Cavs will be second class citizens in the East.
We can remember Lebron almost single-handedly leading the Cavs to the brink of championships in his first go-round with Cleveland, only to fall short. We can also remember how Cavs fans burned his jersies went he "took his talents" to Miami. And how they forgot about all that and gave him a hero's welcome when he returned home again, especially capturing a title.
If he leaves -- again -- a definite possibility -- will we see Jersey Burning, the sequel? Probably.
But where could he go to win another title that he'd fit in? To the hated Celtics? Seems unlikely, and they might not want him anyway, given the massive salary cap hit he'd bring along with him.
Houston? That would probably put the Rockets over the top, but a chemistry issue might rear its ugly head. Would the likes of likely NBA MVP James Harden, who runs the offense, take a back seat to Lebron having the ball so much? And the Rockets have ZERO cap space as it is. How could they make that work?
The Lakers? Even with him, the glitzy boys team wouldn't nearly be good enough to challenge either the Rockets or the Warriors.
It might just be that Lebron James winds up staying in Cleveland, whether he likes it or not. The lone exception would seem to be the 76ers. They've got a young team, cap space, and plopping James onto that squad would most certainly cause a dynamic shift in the Eastern Conference. Much to the chagrin of the Celtics.
We shall see in the next few months.
But for now, you can pretty much pencil in -- in fact, put it in indelible ink -- the Golden State Warriors as repeat NBA champions.
Nobody's going to knock those guys off four in a row.
Forget that.
It's over.
Na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na,
Hey-ey-ey good-bye.
The Peter Principle has finally caught up to Lebron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers.
Waltzing through the likes of the mediocre Indiana Pacers, the ever playoff choking Toronto Raptors, and being taken to seven games against a Boston Celtics team without their two beat players is one thing.
But the Golden State Warriors are a whole different breed of animal.
The chances of Cleveland rallying from an 0-3 NBA Final deficit against THOSE guys?
It's theoretically possible, if at least a couple of their starters suffer major injuries. Or the team comes down with a nasty flu bug/food poisoning/the black plague/mass hysteria, take your pick, that lays them up for a week or two. Or their team plane takes a serious wrong turn and somehow winds up out of fuel in Antarctica. Or an overzealous ICE team makes a horrific mistake and deports them all to, say, Afghanistan. And we can't totally rule out the possibility of the Warriors spontaneously combusting en-masse due to the sheer excitement of it all. But the odds are very long that any of those scenarios would happen.
Assuming they make it to the arena in one piece, Golden State is now on cruise control. It would surprise very few if they finished off the sweep in Game Four.
And even if not, the Cavs chances of winning this series now are about as good as Hillary getting a recount and belatedly becoming President. I would't exactly count on it.
In other words, color the Cleveland Cavaliers gone.
Winning four in a row, with two of them in Oakland? Not a chance.
Then two questions will arise.
Will we see another political circus as to whether the Dubs get invited to the White House? Probably.
More importantly, what will Lebron James do next? Though he has a year left in his contract, he can opt out of it -- basically become a free agent. And he just might. The current Cleveland team has little hope of contending for a championship in the future. With the rise of Boston, particularly when they get Gordon Hayward and Kyrie Irving back next year -- and young Philly's coming -- the Cavs will be second class citizens in the East.
We can remember Lebron almost single-handedly leading the Cavs to the brink of championships in his first go-round with Cleveland, only to fall short. We can also remember how Cavs fans burned his jersies went he "took his talents" to Miami. And how they forgot about all that and gave him a hero's welcome when he returned home again, especially capturing a title.
If he leaves -- again -- a definite possibility -- will we see Jersey Burning, the sequel? Probably.
But where could he go to win another title that he'd fit in? To the hated Celtics? Seems unlikely, and they might not want him anyway, given the massive salary cap hit he'd bring along with him.
Houston? That would probably put the Rockets over the top, but a chemistry issue might rear its ugly head. Would the likes of likely NBA MVP James Harden, who runs the offense, take a back seat to Lebron having the ball so much? And the Rockets have ZERO cap space as it is. How could they make that work?
The Lakers? Even with him, the glitzy boys team wouldn't nearly be good enough to challenge either the Rockets or the Warriors.
It might just be that Lebron James winds up staying in Cleveland, whether he likes it or not. The lone exception would seem to be the 76ers. They've got a young team, cap space, and plopping James onto that squad would most certainly cause a dynamic shift in the Eastern Conference. Much to the chagrin of the Celtics.
We shall see in the next few months.
But for now, you can pretty much pencil in -- in fact, put it in indelible ink -- the Golden State Warriors as repeat NBA champions.
Nobody's going to knock those guys off four in a row.
Forget that.
It's over.
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
All hail Florida State. National champs
I've been all over Florida through the years. Lakeland (spring training home of the Detroit Tigers), a little berg off I-Ten called Lake City, where a friend lives, to Jacksonville, Daytona (for both Bike Week and the 500), the obligatory trips to Disney outside of Orlando, my late mom used to live in Ft. Myers, Bonita Springs has the greyhound track, Naples is a high-rent district, a buddy of mine has a place in Jensen Beach, Lauderdale, West Palm, Miami, deep sea fishing off Clearwater (caught nothing and got sea-sick -- yuck), Tampa/St.Pete, the glass bottom boats in Silver Springs, on down US One to Key West a few times, up through orange country in the middle of the state, and probably a few others that escape me at present.
But I've never been through the "panhandle". Hence, places like Panama City and Tallahassee are unknown to yours truly. Maybe someday.
Turns out, the ladies collegiate fast-pitch softball national champions of 2018 are the Florida State Seminoles. Chop, chop. And congrats to them on a job well done.
Who would have thought FSU, merely a #6 seed, would wind up facing off with Washington, a #5, for all the marbles? So much for seeds.
But you have to give it up to the 'Noles,. In the double knock-out format, they lost their very first game of the tournament. That became a very tough road. I've played in enough (slo-pitch) softball tournaments myself to know slogging through the "loser's bracket" is no easy chore. You have to play more games, while those in the winner's bracket get byes.
On the other hand, the Lady Huskies had knocked off the two-time defending champion Oklahoma Soonerettes, and #1 ranked Oregon. Impressive stuff.
But this was FSU's year to shine. They dispatched the pesky Huskies two straight in the best of three series, and convincingly at that.
Maybe I should put Tallahassee on my bucket list of places to see.
Then again, why would I spend all that time and money going to a place that, near as I can tell, is home to all the state politicians, and offers little else other than an occasional hurricane blowing through?
After due consideration, I think I'll pass on that.
Nonetheless, hats off to the Nolettes. 2018 national softball champs.
It's at least something.
But I've never been through the "panhandle". Hence, places like Panama City and Tallahassee are unknown to yours truly. Maybe someday.
Turns out, the ladies collegiate fast-pitch softball national champions of 2018 are the Florida State Seminoles. Chop, chop. And congrats to them on a job well done.
Who would have thought FSU, merely a #6 seed, would wind up facing off with Washington, a #5, for all the marbles? So much for seeds.
But you have to give it up to the 'Noles,. In the double knock-out format, they lost their very first game of the tournament. That became a very tough road. I've played in enough (slo-pitch) softball tournaments myself to know slogging through the "loser's bracket" is no easy chore. You have to play more games, while those in the winner's bracket get byes.
On the other hand, the Lady Huskies had knocked off the two-time defending champion Oklahoma Soonerettes, and #1 ranked Oregon. Impressive stuff.
But this was FSU's year to shine. They dispatched the pesky Huskies two straight in the best of three series, and convincingly at that.
Maybe I should put Tallahassee on my bucket list of places to see.
Then again, why would I spend all that time and money going to a place that, near as I can tell, is home to all the state politicians, and offers little else other than an occasional hurricane blowing through?
After due consideration, I think I'll pass on that.
Nonetheless, hats off to the Nolettes. 2018 national softball champs.
It's at least something.
Monday, June 4, 2018
Will Cain and the suck it up factor
Yours truly would be the first to admit I've said and done a lot of boneheaded -- see wrong -- things in my life. Some were out of ignorance -- not informed enough to know better before speaking or acting. Others were due to flat-out stupidity and/or bullheadedness. Still others were the result of frustration, anger, jealousy, the usual gamut of emotions most humans experience at one time or another, especially when younger. There were even times when I tried to do something nice, only to see it blow up into something terrible. It happens.
Consequently, I've eaten a lot of the proverbial crow/humble pie, apologized countless times, bought flowers and other goodies when I thought it might help smooth things over, and otherwise tried to atone for these misdeeds. It seemed the least I could do.
But the #1 most important thing all along was -- I had to own it. No deflections (but Billy did the same thing, why am I in trouble?), no changing the subject, no excuses. Period.
Enter Will Cain, the ESPN radio/TV talking sports head. It has become apparent the good Mr. Cain seems to think he can say or do no wrong. He's always right. Just ask him. Anybody that disagrees with one of his opinions Cain will deem a fool to be scoffed at.
On a recent show, Cain was musing about Lebron James and a few of his Cleveland Cavalier teammates appearing to "throw in the towel" -- give up, late in Game Two of the NBA Finals.
This was not acceptable to Cain.
"SUCK IT UP!!", he exhorted. [Just when you think you don't have anything more to give -- of course you do, if you can reach down deep enough and have the willpower to bring it out.]
Cain would go on to use the analogy of a marathon runner. Would one of them "wimp out" after 24 miles with only 2 miles to go? Of course not. They'd suck it up and find a way to finish.
Easy for him so say, having admitted he'd never even attempted to run a marathon, hence is clueless to the agony a participant endures towards the latter stages of such a grueling race.
Full disclosure here. No, I've never tried to run a marathon either. But I know people who have, and they say it's the hardest, most physically (and mentally) demanding thing they've ever done. So I take them at their word.
Cain seems to think one always has a reserve of hidden energy, if only they have the gumption to summon it.
Perhaps a different analogy is in order.
If your car runs out of gasoline, having consumed the last drop in the tank, it's dead -- now. You can crank the starter until the battery is completely dead as well, but guess what? It's not going to start, no matter how much you "will" it to. Out of gas is out of gas. Period.
I would suggest the same is true of humans as well, no matter how well conditioned they are. Everybody has their physical and/or mental "limits", and when it's reached, like the car with a gas gauge that reads "E", they're not going anywhere further either. At least not for a while, until they can rest and refuel.
This concept seems lost on Will Cain. True, he runs his own 3 hour talk-a-thon every afternoon on ESPN, but I would suggest his idea of "sucking it up" is vastly different from those that actually participate in the contests he comments on. They're DOING it. Cain only yaps about it.
No, I wouldn't expect a person like Will Cain to admit he's ever wrong. It's not in his DNA to do so.
Yet perhaps, as he gets older, and hopefully more mature about the ways of the world, he'll come to understand and appreciate the incredible efforts so many athletes put into their work.
If they deem themselves "out of gas", well maybe, just maybe, they really are.
And all the "suck it up" mentality in the world doesn't matter.
You can't summon up what you don't have.
Consequently, I've eaten a lot of the proverbial crow/humble pie, apologized countless times, bought flowers and other goodies when I thought it might help smooth things over, and otherwise tried to atone for these misdeeds. It seemed the least I could do.
But the #1 most important thing all along was -- I had to own it. No deflections (but Billy did the same thing, why am I in trouble?), no changing the subject, no excuses. Period.
Enter Will Cain, the ESPN radio/TV talking sports head. It has become apparent the good Mr. Cain seems to think he can say or do no wrong. He's always right. Just ask him. Anybody that disagrees with one of his opinions Cain will deem a fool to be scoffed at.
On a recent show, Cain was musing about Lebron James and a few of his Cleveland Cavalier teammates appearing to "throw in the towel" -- give up, late in Game Two of the NBA Finals.
This was not acceptable to Cain.
"SUCK IT UP!!", he exhorted. [Just when you think you don't have anything more to give -- of course you do, if you can reach down deep enough and have the willpower to bring it out.]
Cain would go on to use the analogy of a marathon runner. Would one of them "wimp out" after 24 miles with only 2 miles to go? Of course not. They'd suck it up and find a way to finish.
Easy for him so say, having admitted he'd never even attempted to run a marathon, hence is clueless to the agony a participant endures towards the latter stages of such a grueling race.
Full disclosure here. No, I've never tried to run a marathon either. But I know people who have, and they say it's the hardest, most physically (and mentally) demanding thing they've ever done. So I take them at their word.
Cain seems to think one always has a reserve of hidden energy, if only they have the gumption to summon it.
Perhaps a different analogy is in order.
If your car runs out of gasoline, having consumed the last drop in the tank, it's dead -- now. You can crank the starter until the battery is completely dead as well, but guess what? It's not going to start, no matter how much you "will" it to. Out of gas is out of gas. Period.
I would suggest the same is true of humans as well, no matter how well conditioned they are. Everybody has their physical and/or mental "limits", and when it's reached, like the car with a gas gauge that reads "E", they're not going anywhere further either. At least not for a while, until they can rest and refuel.
This concept seems lost on Will Cain. True, he runs his own 3 hour talk-a-thon every afternoon on ESPN, but I would suggest his idea of "sucking it up" is vastly different from those that actually participate in the contests he comments on. They're DOING it. Cain only yaps about it.
No, I wouldn't expect a person like Will Cain to admit he's ever wrong. It's not in his DNA to do so.
Yet perhaps, as he gets older, and hopefully more mature about the ways of the world, he'll come to understand and appreciate the incredible efforts so many athletes put into their work.
If they deem themselves "out of gas", well maybe, just maybe, they really are.
And all the "suck it up" mentality in the world doesn't matter.
You can't summon up what you don't have.
Sunday, June 3, 2018
And the NBA champions will be....
The Cleveland Cavaliers had an unexpected opportunity to "steal" Game One from the Golden State Warriors. True, they wound up losing by 10 points in overtime, but it could be argued they could have -- perhaps should have -- won the game in regulation. One made free throw -- instead of a miss -- or J.R. Smith not going brain dead with a few seconds remaining likely would have put them over the top.
But they blew it.
To nobody's great surprise, the Warriors thumped Lebron and the Cavs in Game Two.
Golden State now leads the series 2-0 as it moves back to Cleveland. Is it over?
Technically no.
After all, the Cavaliers were down 2-0 to the Boston Celtics in the Eastern Conference Finals, and came back to win -- including an unlikely victory at Boston in Game Seven of that series. The first home loss the Celtics had endured throughout the playoffs. In that game, as noted a few days ago in this space, the Celtics either went temporarily blind, became spastic, or flat-out choked. Their shooting was just that atrocious. Brick, after brick, after brick, from a usually very good shooting team.
So the question now becomes -- can Lebron, through sheer will-power (and maybe a few more 50 point games), lead the Cavs past the Warriors in similar fashion?
The answer ------
Nope. Ain't gonna happen.
The Dubs aren't the Beaners. Far from it.
No doubt, Cleveland will come out with maximum effort in Game Three of the series. And it wouldn't be too much of a surprise to see them win it.
But look for the Warriors to "steal" one of the next two games in Ohioland.
Barring any major injuries, Golden State is just too much for Cleveland.
Dubs in 5.
And then the Lebron James free-agency circus will begin.
Will he stay? Will he go? And if the latter -- where?
But they blew it.
To nobody's great surprise, the Warriors thumped Lebron and the Cavs in Game Two.
Golden State now leads the series 2-0 as it moves back to Cleveland. Is it over?
Technically no.
After all, the Cavaliers were down 2-0 to the Boston Celtics in the Eastern Conference Finals, and came back to win -- including an unlikely victory at Boston in Game Seven of that series. The first home loss the Celtics had endured throughout the playoffs. In that game, as noted a few days ago in this space, the Celtics either went temporarily blind, became spastic, or flat-out choked. Their shooting was just that atrocious. Brick, after brick, after brick, from a usually very good shooting team.
So the question now becomes -- can Lebron, through sheer will-power (and maybe a few more 50 point games), lead the Cavs past the Warriors in similar fashion?
The answer ------
Nope. Ain't gonna happen.
The Dubs aren't the Beaners. Far from it.
No doubt, Cleveland will come out with maximum effort in Game Three of the series. And it wouldn't be too much of a surprise to see them win it.
But look for the Warriors to "steal" one of the next two games in Ohioland.
Barring any major injuries, Golden State is just too much for Cleveland.
Dubs in 5.
And then the Lebron James free-agency circus will begin.
Will he stay? Will he go? And if the latter -- where?
Saturday, June 2, 2018
What's the hold up?
Well OK, the Golden State Warriors and Cleveland Cavaliers went into overtime in Game One of the NBA Finals. They were no doubt gassed by the time it was over.
But wait a second. They then got three days off before the next game? In the same building? As in no travel? No wonder these things drag out so long.
Hey, they played a basketball game, which has plenty of breaks in the action to rest. It's not like running a marathon or slugging it out in a 12 round boxing match, much less getting into an octagon for the savagery that typically goes on there.
Now those folks need sufficient time to recover. But not basketball players. Good grief, they often play back-to-back games during the regular season. And they'll never be BETTER physically conditioned/in shape than they are after playing all year.
So what's the hold up? Three days of rest? Get outta here. Wimps.
Some golfers (notably Jordan Spieth, but there are others) drive me absolutely bonkers with their pre-shot rituals.
See them check with their caddie for the precise yardage. See them meditate over which club to choose. See them line up the shot. Tick, tick, tick. See them take 3-4-5 practice swings. Hey, they probably took a couple hundred practice swings on the range before they even started. How many do they need?
See them finally address the ball.
Oops, see them step away in indecision and start the whole process all over. Tick, tick, tick.
Finally, mercifully, it appears they might actually, you know, hit the dang thing.
And then -- evidently somebody in the gallery breathed just a little too loudly. So they start the ritual all over yet AGAIN. Tick, tick, tick.
Good grief. Trump has tweeted four or five more times. Men need to shave -- again. Flowers have bloomed and wilted. Women have gone into labor and delivered.in the time it takes some of these guys to hit one golf shot.
And then they sail it into the woods, or dump it into a sand trap, or the water?
Hey, any duffer could do that in a fraction of the time. Even a klutz like me.
So what's the hold up?
Let's GO!!!
But wait a second. They then got three days off before the next game? In the same building? As in no travel? No wonder these things drag out so long.
Hey, they played a basketball game, which has plenty of breaks in the action to rest. It's not like running a marathon or slugging it out in a 12 round boxing match, much less getting into an octagon for the savagery that typically goes on there.
Now those folks need sufficient time to recover. But not basketball players. Good grief, they often play back-to-back games during the regular season. And they'll never be BETTER physically conditioned/in shape than they are after playing all year.
So what's the hold up? Three days of rest? Get outta here. Wimps.
Some golfers (notably Jordan Spieth, but there are others) drive me absolutely bonkers with their pre-shot rituals.
See them check with their caddie for the precise yardage. See them meditate over which club to choose. See them line up the shot. Tick, tick, tick. See them take 3-4-5 practice swings. Hey, they probably took a couple hundred practice swings on the range before they even started. How many do they need?
See them finally address the ball.
Oops, see them step away in indecision and start the whole process all over. Tick, tick, tick.
Finally, mercifully, it appears they might actually, you know, hit the dang thing.
And then -- evidently somebody in the gallery breathed just a little too loudly. So they start the ritual all over yet AGAIN. Tick, tick, tick.
Good grief. Trump has tweeted four or five more times. Men need to shave -- again. Flowers have bloomed and wilted. Women have gone into labor and delivered.in the time it takes some of these guys to hit one golf shot.
And then they sail it into the woods, or dump it into a sand trap, or the water?
Hey, any duffer could do that in a fraction of the time. Even a klutz like me.
So what's the hold up?
Let's GO!!!
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