Category: Sports

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Movie Bowl

SuperBowl weekend. Summary of films we’ve been watching, waiting for the big game. Finally saw The Help. It turned out to be the cliche I feared Hollywood would create. Either the book wasn’t as good as I remember, or the screenplay was mediocre. Maybe a little of both. This cements my decision not to see the American version of Tatoo Girl. Really enjoyed Ides of March. Perfect for political junkies. MoneyBall and MarginCall on top of my list. So far, nothing totally Oscar-worthy. Pitt and Clooney. Not complaining.

SuperBowl recap: Joey3 picked GreenBay, then SanFran, now Pats 27-Giants 23. My 2012 prediction from January 3 still stands. Take it all to the bank. Madonna and commercials reviews encouraged and expected. Happy SuperSunday!

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Side Trek 2012 Predictions

MR squared. Mitt Romney-Marco Rubio Ticket.
Obama ‘wags the dog’. Iran.
Ron Paul dukes it out with Donald Trump for Third Party run.
Callista Gingrich’s hair moves. Newt cries in ecstasy.
Brad Pitt wins an Oscar. He and Angie split.
CBS Rose-King Morning Show bombs. Willie Geist takes over.
MadMen and Downton Abbey best TV of the year.
Mika and Joe have a love child named Barnacle.
Patriots lose to Giants in the Superbowl.
Tiger wins a major. CandyPantsOpen happens.
Market closes flat, same as this year. Around 12,000.
Mayans just got tired of calendars. The world will not end.

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2011

GOOD

mAdBen’s Crazy Great Year. NYU accolades. New view. Career

Mama & 3 bears in the yard


The Night Circus
Ocean House, Watch Hill- 60

BAD

People on TV.  Cover your skin. Sleeves. Pleez.
Amy Winehouse. Sad

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Bridge Sighs

True confessions. I will miss Reeege. I like Jon Huntsman. “Big Bang Theory” makes me laugh out loud. Mika is good when Joe’s not around. Turkey is boring. So are mashed potatoes. Family trumps bland food. Stuffington Prelude. mAdBen rising as MadMen stalled ’til March. Friends shine through.

EpicFalls. Down goes Frazier. I remember that thrilla in Manila, wow. Ciao Silvio, Euro rocked. JoePa ends on a sad Sandusky note. MJ insisted on bad medicine and got Dr. Murray. Cain calls Pelosi a princess, jokes about Anita Hill. Perry’s latest ‘gaugh’, U.S. should impose sanctions on Iran. Duh. Done so since Carter administration. Oops. Tiger simmers, but loses steam in Sydney.

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mAdBen

Just four blocks down the street, mAdBen off to meet the new MadMen Associates at Ogilvy & Mather’s Chocolate Factory. Sweet. Maybe too much like “Sterling Cooper”. This year’s graduation featured a pyramid of martini glasses. Oh boy. Stay away from Joan and Peggy. Do I smell a CLIO by end of the week?

U.S. Open highlights. Aussie Samantha Stosur, I’m a new fan! Composure, determination, class. And she doesn’t grunt. Tonight Djok v. La Reina, my name for la Rafa Nadal. Tea Party debate. Oh yeah, Pats play Miami.

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Love’s Labour

Rained out of CW boat visit in Greenport, Amagansett redux. Not beach weather. Cajoled Ben to venture north. Wonderful photos, stories from Romania. Look forward to his take on Patrick McGuinness’ Last Hundred Days. This Man Booker long-lister tells the story of the fall of Communism in Romania 1989. It depicts the end of Ceausescu’s reign of brutality along side his evil wife Elena.

DeMint Tea steeped at Forum in South Carolina, a chilling brew of GOP candidates’ policies. K9Queen spent Labor Day weekend embracing cherished St. Helena haunts. Terra bar, Market, Meadowood. Napa pre-crush. Gorgeous. Jealous. Djok and Serena, no love surprises. Did Rory see Caroline’s win?

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Tiger Bama

Tom Friedman says that President Obama is like Tiger Woods. Not for the obvious reason, nor in that other way either. Tom’s contention is that Tiger has forgotten his natural talent, instinctive skill, as has PrezO. Each excelled and eclipsed all peers at young ages. Both later got distracted by bad advice, uber-technical tactics. Stuck in the hazards, unable to feel the shots anymore. Just hit the ball. Be the man. Have a vision and execute it. Stop thinking so much and just do it. Yes, that old Nike contract cliche was right. So is Friedman.

Happy double nickels to Sis Cyn. She takes the shot. And who are those wild and crazy guys driving a 1965 Cadillac El Dorado convertible around Bucharest?

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Foxy Loxy

On several dusky evenings recently we’d spotted a gray fox darting back and forth across the yard and under the front porch where a skunk family is in residence. Today’s Gazette reports that this same Foxy Loxy, apparently rabid, was killed by a croquet mallet in Williamsburg.

Foxy Loxy met his violent fate after wreaking havoc in the kitchen at A-1 Pizza. The staff chased him down the stairs where Foxy bashed through the screen door. Then Foxy decided to bite a poor unsuspecting customer in the parking lot. Poor teen was visiting his grandparents from Pennsylvania. Foxy’s last hurrah up the road was harassing little tots in their backyard pool. Dad. Croquet Mallet. Yuk.

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Trek Pourri

‘Franco’ is back. September. Yup. James Franco on GH the soap. Katie Couric better not get in the way of my favorite menacing serial killer. Found a 2009 Richard Russo novel, That Old Cape Magic. It’s not Empire Falls nor Bridge of Sighs, but I liked it. Thought provoking. Marriage in the sandwich years. BoSox’ Ellsbury on fire, NYY A-Rod in the hot seat. BaggerWoods’ return to the links. Have to watch Quijote even without his Panza. Addictions are hard to break.

Jon Huntsman’s campaign story is soap opera fodder. But, New York Magazine’s article on the Romney v. Huntsman saga is epic. You heard it here first! Hope Congressional caped crusaders are having a great vacation leaving USA in the lurch. PrezO turns 50 today, already grey. Not easy.

CandyPants asks: What’s with the doily doo dads on Mika’s dresses? Not pretty.

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Bagger Woods

Sports’ tragedy of the ages. Talented toddler phenom, Tiger Woods. He grew up and had it all. Majors Champ with potential to smash every record. Happy family. Fame, fortune. He earned it with hard work and great values. Or so it seemed.

‘Roids and whiskey and wild wild women destroyed the body, the career, the dream. More importantly, the life. Now, he’s bagged his loyal Stevie. When Quijote and Sancho were slaying windmills, there was a glow on the TV screen. Fade to dull grey, bye bye PGA.