The Good
- Gladiators home for the Wild Card game! 7PM next Monday (the 30th) against Orlando @ the Q.
- Indians take two of three from the Dodgers
- Aeros finish roadtrip 6-1
The Bad
- Indians finish roadtrip 2-4
The Indifferent
- City draws Wilmington nil-nil (this actually could be filed under bad, City was at Krenzler with the Green Army in full force and only managed to draw a pitiful Wilmington side. In their defense, lousy officiating robbed City of what should have been the game-winner.)
The Ugly
- It was a tough weekend in auto racing (and I don't mean WEWS running way too long with their severe weather update and pre-empting the end of the Iowa 250, I only wish I did). Two drivers were lost this week in freakish crashes. As most have you have probably heard, Funny Car racer Scott Kalitta was killed in a fiery crash at the Supernationals in Englishtown N.J. on Saturday (By the way, out of respect for the Kalitta family and his colleagues and competitors on the NHRA circuit, I am not posting a link to crash footage here.) Also this past weekend, a club racer from Michigan named Dino Crescentini (not the one who drives in SWC Touring, he's from California) was killed in a vintage Can-Am race at the Mosport road course in suburban Toronto. Please pray first and foremost for God to comfort the grieving families and friends of these two racers, but also for the sanctioning bodies and track owners that they would use these two accidents as an impetus to vastly improve their safety precautions, especially at the two tracks in question. Please, let something come of these untimely passings.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Hair-Zen - Questions That Make You Think (Or Something Like That)
Is it morally inconsistent to be bigoted towards bigots?
What is a woddchuck? (see prior post)
What is a supermodified modified from?
Does God have a sense of humor?
How much wu could a wuchak chak if a wuchak could chak wu? (hint: etymology is key to understanding this one)
If a Lexus-Riley is a Daytona Prototype and an Audi R10 Diesel is a Le Mans Prototype, why isn't a Porsche Spyder RS referred to as a Sebring Prototype (or maybe a Braselton Prototype)?
At what point point does a baseball team get on base so infrequently that it just becomes a "ball" team?
If having children is the ultimate earthly purpose of humans, why are there ugly people?
On a serious note, if having children is the ultimate earthly purpose of humans, why are there barren people?
Finally, why do mathematicians have such trouble understanding the full nature of pie? It's tasty, that's all you need to know.
What is a woddchuck? (see prior post)
What is a supermodified modified from?
Does God have a sense of humor?
How much wu could a wuchak chak if a wuchak could chak wu? (hint: etymology is key to understanding this one)
If a Lexus-Riley is a Daytona Prototype and an Audi R10 Diesel is a Le Mans Prototype, why isn't a Porsche Spyder RS referred to as a Sebring Prototype (or maybe a Braselton Prototype)?
At what point point does a baseball team get on base so infrequently that it just becomes a "ball" team?
If having children is the ultimate earthly purpose of humans, why are there ugly people?
On a serious note, if having children is the ultimate earthly purpose of humans, why are there barren people?
Finally, why do mathematicians have such trouble understanding the full nature of pie? It's tasty, that's all you need to know.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Random Musings From The Woddchuck Hole
Howdy, y'all. I'm back with a bunch of non-connected thoughts.
First off, the woodchuck hole may once again ring with the sounds of fast and shiny indycars as Cleveland has made its pitch to IRL officials for inclusion in the '09 ICS schedule (hopefully the schedule release in early July brings good news).
Second, the Indians are urging fans to "celebrate the 70s" at this weekend's series. No offense, but what was there to celebrate? Watergate? Oil shortages? Leisure suits? Baseball that makes 4 under .500 feel like winning the World Series? Uniforms that made Boog Powell look like a giant tomato? Just asking.
I was conducting an interview with an older hockey fan recently regarding the old Arena here in Cleveland (info on how those of you reading this blog here in Cleveland can hear clips of this and other interviews I have conducted on the topic will be posted later this summer!) and heard a lot about how much simpler games used to be and how people used to get excited about the game. Which begs the question: Do we really need flamethrowing scoreboards and music played at louder than racecar levels to get pumped up for a game?
It has been said that bad things, especially deaths of notable people, happen in threes, the past week has been no exception as the television industry has been hit particularly hard. The losses of sportscaster Charlie Jones and Jim McKay, along with political analyst Tim Russert have made this a difficult week for the broadcast media. I don't particularly remember much about Jones, but to me McKay and Russert represent a largely past age of reporters who did just that: report, fairly and without bombast. A style all too rare in today's world of political screamfests and over-the-top sports announcing. Rest in Peace, Charlie, Jim, and Tim.
First off, the woodchuck hole may once again ring with the sounds of fast and shiny indycars as Cleveland has made its pitch to IRL officials for inclusion in the '09 ICS schedule (hopefully the schedule release in early July brings good news).
Second, the Indians are urging fans to "celebrate the 70s" at this weekend's series. No offense, but what was there to celebrate? Watergate? Oil shortages? Leisure suits? Baseball that makes 4 under .500 feel like winning the World Series? Uniforms that made Boog Powell look like a giant tomato? Just asking.
I was conducting an interview with an older hockey fan recently regarding the old Arena here in Cleveland (info on how those of you reading this blog here in Cleveland can hear clips of this and other interviews I have conducted on the topic will be posted later this summer!) and heard a lot about how much simpler games used to be and how people used to get excited about the game. Which begs the question: Do we really need flamethrowing scoreboards and music played at louder than racecar levels to get pumped up for a game?
It has been said that bad things, especially deaths of notable people, happen in threes, the past week has been no exception as the television industry has been hit particularly hard. The losses of sportscaster Charlie Jones and Jim McKay, along with political analyst Tim Russert have made this a difficult week for the broadcast media. I don't particularly remember much about Jones, but to me McKay and Russert represent a largely past age of reporters who did just that: report, fairly and without bombast. A style all too rare in today's world of political screamfests and over-the-top sports announcing. Rest in Peace, Charlie, Jim, and Tim.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Crazy Memorial Day Weekend (belated post)
Sorry for the layoff, I've been a busy marmot. Especially in the week leading up to Memorial Day. Here's a recap.
Monday: Let's see, free tickets, free parking, $1 hot dogs, $1 scorecard, how can it get any better. Kicking a Pittsburgh team's affi;iate, that's how! Akron Aeros 5, Altoona Curve 3.
Tuesday: Lutheran West (my alma mater) clobbers Brooklyn 11-5 to finish up a PAC-10 (Hey, our last conference was called the MAC, we can't resist ripping off D1 college conference names) championship baseball season. Fun was had by all. marmot or human, unless they were wearing blue and gold. Read all about the shellacking here.
Wednesday/Thursday/Friday: I'll update this if I remember anything.
Saturday: Indians beat the Rangers 5-2 behind a magnificent performance by Cliff Lee, who picked up his 7th victory of the season. This was followed by an all night drive to Indy punctuated by a brief stopover at a Dayton Motel 6.
Sunday: Woke up, picked up some donuts for all the fans of real, shiny, and fast IndyCar racing at Camp & Brew (thanks for the t-shirt, guys!). Finished the journey into Indy, hung out at C&B, entered the Speedway, downed a tenderloin (and a box lunch), and watched Scott Dixon win the 92nd Running! Returned to C&B and then left for home. This is where everything went wrong. Me and my mother, the roo (long story), managed to arrive in Dayton right when all the restaurants were closing, rather than eat more fast food (we'd had enough already), we decided to keep going. We found nothing. With exhaustion setting in we found a truck stop a bit south of Mansfield where we managed to get some food from an Arby's (at this point, we were hungrier than we were picky) and directions to a Best Western (phew!).
Monday: Finish homeward trip, catch Coke 600 on tape, watch indians lose to White Sox 6-3 (in person), sleep off crazy week.
Monday: Let's see, free tickets, free parking, $1 hot dogs, $1 scorecard, how can it get any better. Kicking a Pittsburgh team's affi;iate, that's how! Akron Aeros 5, Altoona Curve 3.
Tuesday: Lutheran West (my alma mater) clobbers Brooklyn 11-5 to finish up a PAC-10 (Hey, our last conference was called the MAC, we can't resist ripping off D1 college conference names) championship baseball season. Fun was had by all. marmot or human, unless they were wearing blue and gold. Read all about the shellacking here.
Wednesday/Thursday/Friday: I'll update this if I remember anything.
Saturday: Indians beat the Rangers 5-2 behind a magnificent performance by Cliff Lee, who picked up his 7th victory of the season. This was followed by an all night drive to Indy punctuated by a brief stopover at a Dayton Motel 6.
Sunday: Woke up, picked up some donuts for all the fans of real, shiny, and fast IndyCar racing at Camp & Brew (thanks for the t-shirt, guys!). Finished the journey into Indy, hung out at C&B, entered the Speedway, downed a tenderloin (and a box lunch), and watched Scott Dixon win the 92nd Running! Returned to C&B and then left for home. This is where everything went wrong. Me and my mother, the roo (long story), managed to arrive in Dayton right when all the restaurants were closing, rather than eat more fast food (we'd had enough already), we decided to keep going. We found nothing. With exhaustion setting in we found a truck stop a bit south of Mansfield where we managed to get some food from an Arby's (at this point, we were hungrier than we were picky) and directions to a Best Western (phew!).
Monday: Finish homeward trip, catch Coke 600 on tape, watch indians lose to White Sox 6-3 (in person), sleep off crazy week.
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