Happy Follow Up Friday, which I'm really pleased to be calling "FUF" now. It's just fun to say. FUF. FUF FUF FUF. I'm feeling FUFfy. But enough of the FUF talk, let's get down to business:
Dusty and the Mills are in New Orleans right now, and Dusty sent me two mention-worthy text messages. The first was a t-shirt that read "C'est Levee." I think that's great on three levels. First, it's a good pun. Second, there's an added level to the pun (albeit possibly unintentional) because it's a French phrase and there's a lot of French culture there. Third, it's inspiring to think that someone could face as destructive a situation as Hurricane Katrina and be able to eventually say, "That's life" and try to move on in a positive fashion. Am I attributing too much intent to a person who maybe just bought it off a street corner five minutes ago? Most likely, but a guy can dream, can't he?
The second one he sent me was the name of a political newspaper there: "The New Orleans Levee; We Don't Hold Anything Back." Ouch, that's some biting commentary there. Not quite as positive as the previous example, but it certainly hits home.
Bumper sticker report from my lovely wife: "My Maltese is Smarter than your Honors Student." We've seen these stickers before with other breeds, but come on, are we really to expect that a little yippy dog is smarter than anything? A lab or a golden maybe, but not a Maltese. We lived next door to one for a couple of years, and her name was Bon Bon. The only thing more annoying than that little not-a-real-dog-dog's bark was her owner yelling, "BON BON! BON BON!" at the top of her lungs when the dog got out. I'm a huge, huuuuuge dog person, but that Maltese owner is overestimating his or her dog's intelligence even more than the bumper sticker intended.
License Plate and Subsequent Discussion Report: I saw a car with "WOES ME" on the license plate. On a frickin' BMW SUV. Yeah, it must be tough. Woe is you, my friend. You is woe. I told my wife about that, and here was the conversation:
Me: ...on a frickin' BMW SUV!
Her: Maybe they were kidding.
Me: I really don't think so.
Her: Well, maybe he has a small penis.
Me: It was a woman.
Her: Maybe she has a small penis.
(silence)
Me: Well I guess that would be better than her having a large one, right?
Her: I guess... You're going to put this in your blog, aren't you?
Oh you know it! Moving on: We had spent some time in this space over the week discussing what is and isn't a sport. It was as lively as things get here, including a whopping SIX comments! Man, I should totally make this a pay site. Anyway, KROQ's morning radio show was making fun of the Disney movie called "Jump In." I hadn't heard of it, and it turns out that was a good thing. Granted, I'm not exactly the target audience, but one clip they played offended my sensibilities enough to comment. In said clip, a girl is talking to her brother about double-dutch jump-roping. Jumping rope? Whatever. Anyway, she proceeds to tell him with confidence that double-dutch is a sport, just like football or basketball. Oh really, little girl? Just like those, eh? Not more like, oh I don't know, jumping up and down? I'd say tetherball is more of a sport. I'd say four square is more of a sport. I might even go as far as to say competitive cheerleading is more of a sport. Jumping rope, while it requires timing and physical activity, is in the same category as sit-ups for me, so no, I don't think that it's just like football.
Deep breath, hold it, and release. Ah, I'm better now.
Dusty and the Mills are in New Orleans right now, and Dusty sent me two mention-worthy text messages. The first was a t-shirt that read "C'est Levee." I think that's great on three levels. First, it's a good pun. Second, there's an added level to the pun (albeit possibly unintentional) because it's a French phrase and there's a lot of French culture there. Third, it's inspiring to think that someone could face as destructive a situation as Hurricane Katrina and be able to eventually say, "That's life" and try to move on in a positive fashion. Am I attributing too much intent to a person who maybe just bought it off a street corner five minutes ago? Most likely, but a guy can dream, can't he?
The second one he sent me was the name of a political newspaper there: "The New Orleans Levee; We Don't Hold Anything Back." Ouch, that's some biting commentary there. Not quite as positive as the previous example, but it certainly hits home.
Bumper sticker report from my lovely wife: "My Maltese is Smarter than your Honors Student." We've seen these stickers before with other breeds, but come on, are we really to expect that a little yippy dog is smarter than anything? A lab or a golden maybe, but not a Maltese. We lived next door to one for a couple of years, and her name was Bon Bon. The only thing more annoying than that little not-a-real-dog-dog's bark was her owner yelling, "BON BON! BON BON!" at the top of her lungs when the dog got out. I'm a huge, huuuuuge dog person, but that Maltese owner is overestimating his or her dog's intelligence even more than the bumper sticker intended.
License Plate and Subsequent Discussion Report: I saw a car with "WOES ME" on the license plate. On a frickin' BMW SUV. Yeah, it must be tough. Woe is you, my friend. You is woe. I told my wife about that, and here was the conversation:
Me: ...on a frickin' BMW SUV!
Her: Maybe they were kidding.
Me: I really don't think so.
Her: Well, maybe he has a small penis.
Me: It was a woman.
Her: Maybe she has a small penis.
(silence)
Me: Well I guess that would be better than her having a large one, right?
Her: I guess... You're going to put this in your blog, aren't you?
Oh you know it! Moving on: We had spent some time in this space over the week discussing what is and isn't a sport. It was as lively as things get here, including a whopping SIX comments! Man, I should totally make this a pay site. Anyway, KROQ's morning radio show was making fun of the Disney movie called "Jump In." I hadn't heard of it, and it turns out that was a good thing. Granted, I'm not exactly the target audience, but one clip they played offended my sensibilities enough to comment. In said clip, a girl is talking to her brother about double-dutch jump-roping. Jumping rope? Whatever. Anyway, she proceeds to tell him with confidence that double-dutch is a sport, just like football or basketball. Oh really, little girl? Just like those, eh? Not more like, oh I don't know, jumping up and down? I'd say tetherball is more of a sport. I'd say four square is more of a sport. I might even go as far as to say competitive cheerleading is more of a sport. Jumping rope, while it requires timing and physical activity, is in the same category as sit-ups for me, so no, I don't think that it's just like football.
Deep breath, hold it, and release. Ah, I'm better now.
Yesterday, I said that I doubted that any of the big names in the NBA would moved at the trade deadline. Well, ESPN ran a headline of "Trade Dud-Line" after it passed, which might tell you if I was correct in my assumption or not.
Lastly, reader and official UOPTA mother Laynie wrote in lamenting the fact that there isn't a real dominant franchise in the NBA right now. I understand her point, and it is fun to have that one team that everyone wants to be the one to beat. However, I think the NBA has been very fortunate to have several such times in recent times. The Lakers 3-peat made them the hands-down dominant team for about a span of five years. Not long at all before that, the Bulls did something I doubt we'll ever see again in the NBA by winning six championships in eight years. With a new crop of very good young athletes, we could be just one trade away from a one-two combo that rules the league for a few years.
Lastly, reader and official UOPTA mother Laynie wrote in lamenting the fact that there isn't a real dominant franchise in the NBA right now. I understand her point, and it is fun to have that one team that everyone wants to be the one to beat. However, I think the NBA has been very fortunate to have several such times in recent times. The Lakers 3-peat made them the hands-down dominant team for about a span of five years. Not long at all before that, the Bulls did something I doubt we'll ever see again in the NBA by winning six championships in eight years. With a new crop of very good young athletes, we could be just one trade away from a one-two combo that rules the league for a few years.
Part of me really likes that there's no dominant team, because anyone can win by putting together a good stretch of games. Part of me doesn't like that, because I then look at the Miami Heat last year and don't think of them as a championship-caliber team (even though they won). Same thing with Dallas, who lost to them in the Finals. Good basketball teams, but they don't strike me as anywhere near what I've come to expect from previous champions.
One of those previous champions was the Boston Celtics, who I absolutely hated growing up. I wanted anyone to knock them off before the Finals so the Lakers could play someone else, which made for some strange bedfellows. For example, I was rooting like crazy for the Pistons to beat them before a big steal by Larry Bird and layup by Dennis Johnson burst their bubble. DJ passed away yesterday at the very young age of 52, and I was sad to hear the news, despite whatever heartache on the hardwood he caused me.
In 1997, Marlon Wayans and Kadeem Hardison were on The Daily Show with Craig Kilborn promoting their new movie, "The Sixth Man." Kilborn asked them if they knew who the greatest sixth man in NBA history was. They were thinking, and he gave them a hint: "Boston Celtics..." "Oh, the brother with the freckles! The brother with the freckles!" Marlon Wayans shouted, referring to Dennis Johnson (who was African American and did indeed have freckles). "No, we're looking for John Havlicek," Kilborn replied. Regardless, every single time I have seen or heard Dennis Johnson over the past ten years, I've yelled out, "The brother with the freckles!" A great nickname that he probably never even knew he had. My thoughts go out to his family.
And on that upbeat note, have a great weekend everybody. Relax, enjoy Mexico's Flag Day tomorrow, and get some good laughs in. As always, write to ptklein@gmail.com with anything about anything.
1 comment:
I totally misread the dog's name at first.
Or rather, I read it, but didn't realize it was the dog's name.
I thought the owner was singing "Super Bon-Bon" by Soul Coughing.
And I thought, "Hey, that's pretty cool."
Super bon bon
Super bon bon
Super bon bon bon bon
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