Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
This documentary was a little long and meandering for my taste. Was Woodstock 99 a disaster, with crime and destruction in its wake? Eh, sure. But it was largely a decent, if poorly thought out, event and I'm not sure there's enough meat on the bones to warrant this kind of expose.
THAT was a fantastic end to the Brewers game tonight!
I'd all but conceded the loss and was ready to go to bed - down by 3 at home, and facing the second best reliever in the game, Taylor Rogers, it was a safe bet -but bam! A bases loaded triple by Jace Peterson ties it, and an improbable single by the 0 for his last 31 Andrew McCutchen brings the win!
That W, btw, went to 27 year old undrafted Peter Strzelecki, who worked two innings in his major league debut.
Nicely done gentlemen!
The Brewers are now 33-20 and sit atop the NL Central.
First off, congratulations to Queen Elizabeth on her Platinum Jubilee.
Second, I don't know what was really going through her mind as her Great-Grandson Louis threw a tantrum, but to me, she looks quietly - and charmingly - amused.
And in other pictures, she sure looks like a proud Great-Grandma, doesn't she?
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Last night I dreamt I was in a labyrinthine hotel that was falling apart. Not from abandonment or a lack of maintenance, but almost like bits and pieces of it were being consumed. At some point I was put in charge of a group of people seeking to escape; when failure was certain, and all hope was lost, I let one of the group call her Grandma and say goodbye, and then she handed the phone back. I then gave it to the next person to make a farewell call . . .
And I was suddenly in the outfield of a softball field, playing in left center. A batter hit a sharp blast that I chased down and caught, and I fired a perfect strike to first to chase the runner back. The second baseman - none other than Gov Tony Evers - gave me a thumbs up in appreciation.
Yeah. Maybe somebody spiked the CCAP machine.
Out of all the thousands of comic books I've read- and yes, I do think "thousands" is accurate - the number that I remember featuring Moon Knight is exactly . . . zero.
So color me super shocked when I found myself really enjoying this limited series.
Maybe it was the acting. For one, Oscar Isaac is superb as Steven Grant/Marc Spector, and kudos to Disney for giving him something more than a sh**ty Star Wars script to work with. Ethan Hawke is no slouch himself as Arthur Harrow, portraying a convincing mix of cold menace and weary duty.
My only real complaint about the series was its length: six episodes, making the entire run roughly the length of a long movie. I wanted more.
My grade: A
I might have said this before, and if I have - good. It's worth repeating, because I think it's a good idea. I've done a cursory Google search and come up dry, so it might even be a unique idea. I doubt that - I don't see how - but who knows?
Baseball is a game rife with statistics, where every action, even bat angle and launch speed, is measured. If you get on base and score, you are given a run scored. If you knock in a run, you're awarded a RBI. So why no metric that awards a batter for moving a runner (that subsequently scores) into scoring position?
Case in point: last week Yelich singled Rowdy doubled, moving him to third. McCutchen waked to fill the bases, and the next batter brought Yelich and Rowdy home.
Ok. So they both get a Run, and the batter a RBI. But other than adding to his batting average and slugging percentage, Rowdy got no recognition (formal that is) of his moving Yelich into a position that then made it possible for him to score on the subsequent hit.
There should be such a statistic. And it should be called an Offensive Assist. If you move a runner from first to either second or third, be it by a walk, hit, or fly out, and they score during a subsequent at-bat, you get credit.
Period pooh.
