Injured Reserve List (IRL) has replaced the NFL. Washington Redskins’ QB Alex Smith. Another on the long bench of fractured players. Fox Sunday’s Jay Glazer devotes an entire segment to the gory banged-up details of who can’t start each week. It’s longer than Rob Riggle’s comedic picks.
Condoleezza Rice is up to coach the Cleveland Browns. She should be Commish. For a new equation. Less Mass X Speed = Fewer Broken Bodies.
Something’s gotta give. Besides ligaments and bones.
An ugly tornado hit the women’s U.S. Open final. Men and women should be equally penalized for bad behavior. But. Berating officials is not tolerated in any other sport. Red cards, ejections. Why is it allowed at all in tennis? That said. Serena could have been more gracious to Naomi Osaka who played better. Williams should have taken her rant off the court.
Injuries continue to rain on the NFL and its ratings. More new QB’s. Who are they? Tiger had an early storm surge, but Keegan eeked out a win over Rosie at the BMW on a blustery Monday. Finau the right Ryder Cup team pick.
School shootings no longer covered door-to-door on cable news.
So-called journalists overtly perpetuate the Trump “resistance”.
Olympic “doctor” finally brought to justice.
James Franco denied Oscar nom by disgruntled actresses.
Christopher Plummer gets Oscar nod replacing true perp.
Blurring lines. Diluting real criminal actions with creepy encounters.
New Yorkers struggle. Pats or Eagles? Neither nemesis. Alexa predicts Eagles.
As injured NFL players languish in locker rooms.
Golf Ball. President’s Cup. A yawn of vanilla look-alike Americans vs. unknown international team. Ex-Prez’s Billy, George, Barack together. Hey. It’s right across the river at Liberty National. NFL has taken a knee financially as controversy sorts itself while the real crime of physical injuries sidelined. These days it’d be good to be confined inside a nutshell.
As Hamlet lamented to Rosnecrantz and Gildenstern: “O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”
Ian McEwan took this as his conceit for Nutshell, a novel. Our latest book group pick. Some of us liked it more than others. A fetus’ view from the womb. Premise a bit ludicrous. Some ludic moments. A long short story that seemed meant more to expound on the global issues of his time, McEwan’s pedantic take on Mother earth being poisoned, North Korea, Iran, race, religion. Unborn nugget sees what’s wrong in his own upcoming life and the world at large.
Wild storm. Hurricane Irma dodging around Florida defying predictions. Covering the entire peninsula. Relentless. Tenacious. Meanwhile. NFL season has begun. Wobbling on whether or not to keep watching. Patriots game was riddled with injury interruptions. Half of Sunday’s pregames are dedicated to who will be benched for various broken bones, torn muscles, not to mention concussions. It has gotten close to criminal.
Speaking of risks. New York in the ’70’s. Garth Risk Hallberg’s novel City on Fire makes a fair attempt at shining a light on the dark corners of that era in the City. Tonight, HBO’s The Deuce will focus on the porn industry when Times Square was a combat zone.
A quiet morning in New York 15 years since …
Another U.S. Open men’s final. Another NFL season starts. Never forget.
GOP debate ran over 2 hours with something for everyone. New York values. Read all those Jews. Cuban values. Rubio and Cruz. With a touch of Calgary views. Then over on the other side, Dem debate looms. Will Hillary finally feel the Bern? Oh. And thank you, Donald Trump. For getting the Iranian hostages released. He has nagged Kerry about this for weeks. Plus the $150 billion.
Who can I pick for the NFL’s divisional woes. More strained egos and broken everything from shoulders to toes. No matter. Joe is distracted by another show. So. Pats are busy with off-the-field hijinks. Smith and Kansas City will mow them down. For the rest of the Pack. Not Aaron. Denver. Carolina. Arizona.