Yes, Yes...Fine, Fine...
First things first.
Mad props go to Richard Kiplagat and the Iona Runnin' Gaels at the NCAA Cross Country Championship today. Kip was second overall, just six seconds away from becoming the NCAA Champion. The Gaels placed fourth overall as a team, coming home with their second trophy and podium appearance in the past three years. And that makes me happy, as both Richard and the coaches at Iona are among some of the best people I've come across. Not just in the biz, but overall.
When you talk about Cinderella's in the Big Dance, it's always that small school that comes up big once in a Blue Moon. That team used to be Gonzaga, now they're as much Cinderella as Paris Hilton is Mother Teresa.
Same goes for Iona. They cracked the top 10 nationally six years ago, in 1999. Since then, they've finished no worse than seventh. The cat's out of the bag now.
You can stay as late as you want at the ball - or the pub, whatever your fancy. The Gaels are Cinderella no more.
Onto the other stuff.
Yeah, this blogging thing has gotten short. And I do apologize.
But, seeing as how the thing began as a cure for acute ennui, the lack of updates means I'm busy. And that's a good thing.
Can't leave a mind like this fallow like an Iowa cornfield:
Hopefully the press will respect the privacy and the gravity of the passing of Bill Belichick's father. Somehow, I think they will. The respect and reverance that is often doled out in smaller pretenses have been dolloped in today's papers.
Except today, they're well-earned. Especially Bob Ryan's column in the Globe
I can't wait to dive into "The Education of a Coach" by David Halberstam.
The Sox are interested in giving up the farm - in one sense, literally - for either Josh Beckett and AJ Burnett. Me? I vote no.
When is the last time either of these guys threw 200+ innings?
When is the last time a Marlins pitcher made the move to the hitting-friendly AL and flourished?
These guys have to be on their "A" game each and every night, with 19 games each against the Yankees, Blue Jays, Orioles, and even, yes, the Devil Rays. Hold onto the kids, hold onto the money, and wait for some more safe bets.
My computer has a cold today. Good reason, as snow is in the forecast all week in the MKE.
Saw this tidbit from Maya Angelou, regarding Homeland Security, in the NY Daily News
"People are frightened by a statement made by somebody who means to terrify," she said last week at the Women in Film tribute in L.A. "'Next Friday will be a yellow alert day.' What is that stupidness?"
You gramatical scholars out there: is it "stupidness" or "stupidity?" Just curious.
Oh my. Oh my. The cold my computer had earlier prevented me from listening to my beloved WMVY radio.
But now it works. Back-to-back songs: "Somewhere only we know" by Keane and then "Sweet Jane" by the Cowboy Junkies.
It makes me want to curl up in a ball underneath my desk and just smile.
Which, considering that about 85% of the office is in Alaska, is not a far-fetched proposition.
Keydren Clark, the best college basketball player you haven't heard of (unless he's dropped 38 on your squad), is profiled in a nice piece by Sean Brennan (the best college basketball writer a mid-major could have) in today's NYDN. Check it out here
That's it for now. Have a good one.
And memo to Big Lou: stock up the fridge.