Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

...and that includes Monday Night Football

I somehow missed the fact that ESPN, whose 30 for 30 documentary series has been the best thing on their network since the John Clayton commercial, has been doing ten to fifteen minute shorts under the 30 for 30 name over on Grantland. I'm only through a couple of them, but this is my favorite so far:

An explanation of how the iced tea/lemonade hybrid came to be known as an Arnold Palmer, featuring the skinniest Will Arnett you'll ever see.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Our Nation's Pastime

As you will find out... I am a baseball fan.  I love sitting in the sun watching a game.  I love beer.  I love hot dogs.  And... I love the Chicago Cubs.  (This last little fact has made me an optimist beyond all comprehension.)  I also love the competition... the superstition... and the history of our national past time.

As Spring Training gets under way and the countdown to opening day... I would like to share the following...

Milwaukee Brewers' racing sausage missing after bender!

For those of you concerned about the famous sausage races... never fear.  The sausage has been found.


Normally I would comment on how it's only Brewers fans who would think that this is news! But I will leave the division rivalry behind for just a moment.... Right now I'm just excited for baseball.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

A Story Written for Sarah

Three days with Bill Murray, going to Cubs games at Wrigley.

It's a long one- you can read it here.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

"I'm Gonna Tell You What I'm Gonna Do"

When you type the name Craig Ehlo into Google, Google will helpfully suggest that you are looking for the shot, as in 'The Shot', as in the defining moment of Michael Jordan's definition-defying career:

Jordan turned 50 last week (and has been retired for 10 years, and hasn't been a Bull for 14), and this interview with Craig Ehlo gives you an idea of one of the hardest jobs ever: trying to guard the greatest player in the game.