Wrigley’s is actually relevant to the park, as you can’t enter the famed outfield bleachers from the baseline/homeplate seats, mainly because the stadium’s a thousand years old and you simply can’t get there. Plus, if you could get there, everyone would just crowd in the outfield and it would be a giant cluster of epic proportions. When I first started imagining my first Cubs game, I used the context clues of most of the games at Wrigley I’d watched on TV in the middle of summer: it would be a thousand degrees, very sunny and everyone would be very drunk. While it might have been hot out in the sun, behind the home plate section of seats it was actually kind of chilly, something I simply cannot accept from a baseball game not taking place in the postseason.
Still, Wrigley was fun, but in the battle of Aging Stadiums Everyone Loves, I have to give the advantage to Fenway in a rout. Granted, when we were at Fenway it was for a Friday night Yankees game –instead of a Micah Owings/Rich Hill duel – but Yawkey Way was way above Wrigleyville and as fun as the Seventh Inning Stretch at Wrigley was, I’ll take “Sweet Caroline” at Fenway. Wrigley’s PA was also so quiet you couldn’t tell who was batting (the only Diamondbacks I could recognize were Eric Byrnes and Connor Jackson, who’s a monster of a man) unless you could see the scoreboard, which we could not for most of the game.
All in all, you could do worse than a weekend spent in
Recommending or warning against a Michael Moore movie seems pretty pointless, as everyone already has their mind made up over whether they want to see it. Either they’re liberals who eat up everything he says, conservatives who like arguing against things they haven’t actually seen or people who just like movies and find his documentaries entertaining, flaws and all. I always thought the “Michael Moore Hates America” argument was just stupid, as nobody that hates
Sicko is divided into two parts, the first much stronger than the second. Before he begins a commercial for socialism,
Enter the commercial for socialized healthcare, which spans the globe from
But the problem with Sicko comes from the fact that a good argument does not necessarily make a good movie, and
But like I said, Sicko is worth seeing, if only as a conversation starter about what should be a very important issue in the upcoming election. If a movie makes you think, research, want to protest something, want to vote and want to travel, that’s a pretty good piece of filmmaking, so kudos to
(A few links to go with Sicko: Moore isn’t done with the crusade yet, making his own sort of healthcare company, and here’s a massive rebuttal against the movie I haven’t read the whole way through yet. I’d research this more, but it’s almost college football season, and my brain only has so much space at one time.)
The entire NBA reffing scandal is one of the most deserved attacks on an institution in recent years. Simmons wrote a great piece on it last Friday about how sad it was the public’s reaction was “Who was it?” instead of “A ref was cheating?!”. FreeDarko had a great explanation of how I feel about the league:
“Now we're back in the center of the sports universe where we belong. It may be for all the wrong reasons, but damn it feels good. I already feel like being part of the people who prefer the NBA to other sports leagues is like being in an exclusive club. Almost similar to liking some musician that the general public doesn't give a fuck about. So when headlines are made, we band together, we know that any exposure, even negative exposure, gives us a sense of legitimacy in the world. In 2004, I had girlfriends who all of a sudden new who Ron Artest was. That justified my existence a little bit more than usual.
The only problem I have with the whole thing is the NBA acting like it is cycling when it is actually boxing. These are the two genres of sport. Cycling sports wag their fingers when scandal occurs, and the masses are supposed to collectively gasp when a wrongdoer is outed as if to say: "This could NEVER happen in our sport." In boxing sports, scandal is expected, and in some ways embraced, just as the cute puppy who knocks over an antique vase and then stares with longing eyes. We shake our heads, but then give a knowing smile. And that is where the Donaghy incident falls. The NBA is a ridiculous universe, and so a ref shaving points is just another love handle. David Stern "let me unfuck this thing up" speeches at this point are like Lou Piniella or Bill Parcells press conferences. They are like R.Kelly videos or Marlon Brando interviews. At the same time they are to be taken seriously, you just know some ill shit is going to happen, and it's all part of earth's neverending samba.”
My only quibble with this is that while I love watching and following the NBA, it’s not the same as following some great underground music act nobody knows about because the music act is probably pretty good while the NBA isn’t really that fun most of the time. When I tell people I was watching the Suns/Spurs game the night before and they respond “I don’t ever watch the NBA, is that still on?”, there’s not even a hint of anger – the kind I get when people are ignorant to Veronica, Arrested, 30 Rock, Friday Night Lights and so many others – just a nod of approval: “I don’t blame you for not watching this rigged sport where the quality of play is usually terrible, as I hate it myself sometimes while I watch.”
Despite my hatred for the league some of the time, all I need to do is think about the joy of Mavericks/Warriors. Facial, anyone?
You want a bad-ass movie poster? How about this one for the Russell Crowe/Christian Bale Western, 3:10 to Yuma?
Is it just me, or have movies been pretty awesome since…mmm…Casino Royale came out last November? I’d think it was only because I was selecting films a lot better, but I’ve been using Entertainment Weekly and various film websites as guides for years now, so that can’t be it. Perhaps
Speaking of nice little
I’d write more – still want to talk about SNL in-depth; seriously, read Live From