06.04.07
Sorry, it’s long again…
A little bit of this, a little bit of that…
So the Cavs are in the Eastern Conference Finals, the Indians are in first place in the AL central and the Browns are optimistic about a successful season for the first time in years, even if it’s because we have yet to lose a game with our new roster. Successful teams right now in Cleveland? Umm, what? This is something that no one in Cleveland, no matter how young or old, is used to. People are talking about the Cavs dominating the Eastern Conference for the next 10 years. Several experts have picked the Indians to win the AL pennant. And just from a personal standpoint, don’t the Browns have an extremely intriguing offense? (Jamal Lewis is trim and healthy, we have a franchise quarterback to push our “veteran” to play better, they are protected by a 100% improved offensive line and this all leads to the skill players that we drafted 3 and 4 years ago being able to show their stuff. Braylon Edwards and Kellen Winslow might actually get the ball!) Our sports teams are locked down for the short term and the long term, at least so it seems. It is a darn good day to be a Cleveland sports fan. Now bring back the Force!
I have never had chills like I did after we whooped the cry babies from up north on Saturday night. What an achievement! This is something no Cavalier team had ever done, history was made throughout the series. It was pointed out to me, though, that it’s very bittersweet to achieve this without the likes of Price, Daugherty, Hot Rod Williams, Larry Nance and Craig Ehlo. They were there in spirit; maybe even more than spirit when you look at it. Daniel Gibson showed the fearlessness and shooting ability of Mark Price, Z showed the lay up skills and ability to be an inside presence when it was needed that were Daugherty’s trademarks (before heading to be a NASCAR analyst), Drew Gooden played the power forward position and scored with a shot reminiscent of Larry Nance’s throw back over the head “gun slinging” style. Our post players off the bench showed the inside toughness of the Hot Rod (Varejao even wears a funky high teens number like Hot Rod did). And Sasha Pavlovic, wearing his predecessor’s number 3, locked down Rip Hamilton for the brunt of the series and hit shots when they were needed. So maybe our studs were there after all, in spirit and the bodies of our current players. Great job, fellas, now go get the Spurs!
Two more Saved By the Bell notes:
A: Couldn’t they have sucked it up and gotten licensing from artists to use real music on the show? They did this twice and they are two of the most memorable episodes of the series (the songs were “How Am I Supposed to Live Without You?” and of course “I’m So Excited”). Instead they used poor man’s late 80’s house music based around a saxophone for every school dance function and every scene segue. Tell me you wouldn’t love to wake up to SBTB one morning and see the kids all gettin’ down at a dance and screaming the words to “Livin’ On a Prayer.” You can’t tell me you wouldn’t die to see that.
B: When Good Morning Miss Bliss became SBTB and the shows went into syndication, they introduced a segment where Zack started off each episode with an intro as to what will be forthcoming. I wish they’d do this for all the episodes now. Get Mark Paul back into the swing of things, maybe throw Mario Lopez in the mix too, since they are the only two who are still relevant from the show (and MPG is barely hanging on).
A client of mine lost her brother in Iraq in 2005. She recently had a $50,000 memorial constructed for him and all the other Ohioans lost in the war and she called to insure it, basically because she’s worried that people against the war will vandalize it. What a sick reality. People, whether you are for or against this war is your prerogative, but supporting your troops is not. The vast majority of these troops enlisted to protect your judgmental ass in any capacity possible. They didn’t choose to go to Iraq, they go where they’re told. So for you to say you are not going to support our troops is like Stewie Griffin punching Lois in the face the first time she fed him because he’s lactose intolerant and she couldn’t have known. She was trying to help him by feeding, didn’t know it was detrimental to offer her chest, and was chastised for the mistake. Yeah, it’s a completely unrelated example from a fictional cartoon television show, but when you berate people who sign up to watch your back, you deserve to see how ridiculous you are. You’re no better than an English accented cartoon baby who’s plotting to kill his mother because her caring for him interferes to much with his personal life. Shut up and say thank you. You don’t have to support the war, but when someone puts their ass on the line for you, the least you can do is say thanks. Those of you that do so, pat yourselves on the back.
I hate long blog posts. Sorry. Copy, paste and take it to the bathroom with you.
I was recently in Myrtle Beach for a week. The first full day I was there, Sunday, was the end of “Black Biker Week” which comes the week immediately after “Biker Week.” Equality is alive and well in the south.
Myrtle Beach was sunny Sunday through Friday while I was there. When I left Ohio on Saturday, it was raining. When I got home the next Saturday, it was raining. It’s rained everyday since I’ve been home. O-H!!!
One final note, please don’t replace Bob Barker. Please just develop a new game show directed toward old folks homes where the only excitement is a xylophone sounding bell and someone jumping up and down. This is really the only way. Replacing Roddy was tough, replacing Bob will be impossible. Please, please, please just cancel the Price is Right. It’s the only way to do the show justice.
Go Cavs! Beat the Spurs!
Be well.