Sure, Max.
You fucking whiner.
Tag: Sports
For Pity’s Sake
Aaaaaargh apparently “our” Dallas Mavericks are taking on Boston’s Celtics in the annual championship netball game tonight.
This means that for the next ten days or so the only thing that I’ll hear, on any media channel, will be basketballbasketballbasketballbasketballbasketball, which interests me less than stories of Kim Kardashian’s ingrown toenail.
It’s not the games per se that bore me to tears (although why anyone bothers to watch the first three quarters of any pro basketball game is beyond me). No, what drives me into an absolute coma is the endless commentary both before and after, mostly by pundits whose last basketball game was with their teenage sons in the driveway.
Charles Barkley? Larry Bird? Magic? Michael Jordan? Them, I’ll listen to… perhaps. But when the talk becomes something along the lines of “when he drives to the paint for a layup” is when I reach for the on/off switch and/or the Southern Comfort.
And oy… try finding a bar around here which won’t have the pre-game prognostications, the game highlights, the post-game blather, all at earsplitting volume… as Doc Russia so often says:
“The game itself: fine. People talking about the game: ugh.”
I don’t even do that shit when it’s a sport I love — cricket, football, F1, women’s professional nude gymnastics* etc. — and when it’s stupid basketball or Australian underwater wrist-wrestling…
Pass.
*Okay there’s no such sport, but there should be.
The Way It Used To Be
I don’t know if you had any plans for the next eight hours, but here’s one way to spend them.
Racing the way it used to be and quite honestly still should, especially when it comes to the sound of the engines.
Footnote from former bandmate Knob, who lives there and knowing my love for F1, sent me the link:
We watched from the roof terrace at Café Milano. Best place on the track. Hired by the Bentley Drivers Club UK by my buddy Mark, who is also great mates with one-time F1 Champion Jody Schecter. Jody just sold his F1 car collection on Saturday at Sotheby’s Monaco auction. Got €6.7m for his Ferrari 312T !!
Also, went to the Eddie Jordan chat with Red Bull designer Adrian Newey on Saturday evening at the Yacht Club. Some interesting stories.
Must be nice to be one of the Idle Rich…
Karma Smiles
Two headlines that had me chuckling, when seen one after the other:
…and then:
So their lesbians beat our lesbians. (I know, this whole Lesbo World Cup is of little interest over in this corner of Teh Intarwebz, being a) soccer and b) womyns’ sports, but stay with me here.)
This whole non-singing of the national anthem — when you have been chosen to represent your country — has stuck in my craw since Day One. By not singing the anthem, what you’re saying is that this is not a momentous privilege but just another thing you have to do before signing that lucrative endorsement deal.
And then kvetching when you don’t get that lucrative endorsement deal.
I know, I know: it’s their First Amendment right and all that, but people need to understand that sometimes there are consequences to actions, and this would be one of those times.
I’m no longer an executive in this business but if I were, there is absolutely no way I would sign up one of these unpatriotic and ungrateful assholes and pay them some large sum of money, because in all good faith I couldn’t show them wearing the Team USA shirt (on the Wheaties packet, for example) when they’ve basically indicated that wearing said shirt is anathema to them.
Enjoy your stay in Oblivion City, shitbirds.
That Time Of Year
Aaahhh, nothing says “SUMMER!” like Wimbledon:
Betting Against The Smart Money
I got a good chuckle about this one. (For those of you who don’t care about professional golf or golf in general, what follows isn’t about golf, despite the circumstances.)
It’s been announced that the breakaway LIV golf circuit (funded by the Saudis) is going to merge with the established PGA circuit, which means that all the Sturm und Drang sobbing about “rebels”, “traitors”, “mercenaries” and so on is just meaningless piffle (as it was at the time anyway).
Former President Donald Trump is nothing if not prescient on some of the biggest cultural and business issues of the day.
The latest example of his Nostradamus-like ability to see into the future can be found in his 2022 prediction that the upstart league LIV Golf would merge with its rival the PGA. That pronouncement came to fruition on Tuesday.
“All of those golfers that remain ‘loyal’ to the very disloyal PGA, in all of its different forms, will pay a big price when the inevitable MERGER with LIV comes, and you get nothing but a big ‘thank you’ from PGA officials who are making Millions of Dollars a year,” he shared on his social media app Truth Social in July 2022.
Of course, some people had a problem with this because Trump:
“To be clear, only Trump is talking about possibly merging the organizations,” author Michael D’Antonio wrote in July 2022.
And as for the announcement itself:
In response to the news, CBS Sports reporter Kyle Porter tweeted, “Truly gobsmacked today. Of the 10,000 different outcomes, this was never talked about, never discussed, never even floated. Everyone who would have known was at the PGA two weeks ago, and nobody even came close to hinting at it!”
…except Donald Trump, a year ago.