SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays

January 24, 2011

Damn, Nike.  Well done.

Also really unrelated in a related kind of way … Adidas, I’d like to have a talk with whomever is in charge of designing your Australian Open 2011 line.  It’s horrendous.


I have been on a movie streak of late and have managed to fit in True Grit, The Fighter and The King’s Speech.  Next up, Rubber.


Two crazy people go a whole month without drinking and check in here. Hesaid just informed me that he dries out for a week each month.  I do no such thing.


We’ve mentioned and celebrated a lot of eighties stars over the course of our blogging.  Here’s a link to The Babysitter’s Club: where are they now, in case you’ve been wondering what the crew has been up to for the past 20 years.


And to finish, I leave you with a little diddy passed on by my friend, Maggie.

I love and hate so many things about this video.  But I’m also interested to know where the drummer, guitarist and string player are.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

September 6, 2010

Anyone else have to work today? I do.  But given I’ve got about 15 five day weekends coming up, I’ll suck it up. So for anyone else stuck in an office, this is for you…

I bet all parties involved are from the NY/NJ metro area.


Here is a link to Bill Simmons podcasts, I strongly urge you go and check out his two-parter in celebration of 9.02.10 day.


Some pretty awesome pics of Hurricane Earl…from outer space…and some from the ground.


50cent shows us how one should run a twitter feed.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

June 28, 2010

Red Sox injuries, Team USA losing, Team England losing (my backup), American men besides Andy Roddick falling left and right at Wimbledon…the sports gods were not kind to me this weekend, so if anyone needs some fun links it’s me…and probably plenty of you.

I am extremely excited about this film, even though I have absolutely NO idea what it’s actually about.

Notice the scoreboard...


If any of you care about tennis, or sports in general, check out the wiki entry for the John Isner/Nicolas Mahut Wimbledon match.  This is something you will never see again in sports.


Current twitter feeds I’m enjoying:

Michael Ian Black, Jason Biggs (yes, the pie effer), Nate Robinson (it’s absurd, his whole life is on here)

HE SAID: Mom, Dad I’m Home!

June 4, 2010

Wow, the two situations are not even in the same stratosphere.  Not even close, I feel like not responding would be the only dignified thing to do.  Alas, that is not how the blog works.

I’ll describe my situation first: I am a grad student, with a mortgage.  I am not selling my place, nor even renting it out just in case during my sojourn home I’d like access to my place in Vermont.  By staying (not ‘living’, there is a distinct difference) at home I have the opportunity to A. make $75/hour teaching tennis B. save some cash which I desparately need C. live by the ocean D. complete a 30 page paper with no distractions (besides my mother asking me to clean my room).  Also, I’ll have friends home on the weekends who have boats…so there.  They also have a really nice TV providing crystal clear coverage of Red Sox games.

I’m not going to lie – it’s pretty effing ideal for my situation.  Now, Nifer – your situation, for you, would be concurrently improved if I had $200 in my back pocket right now.  Oops, sorry.  That’s from Good Will Hunting.  What I meant to say is that your situation has been completely different.  I won’t get into details because after all, it’s personal and your story…however I’d be remiss to say that I wasn’t making fun of you living with your mom; I was making fun of you living with your mom while someone very important in your life (a friend, that’s also a boy…perhaps some would refer to him as a boyfriend) was also living with his Mom.

Maybe we should insert a poll here, and let people vote “Which situation is funnier?”

To be fair…there are some definite drawbacks to “staying” at home for a month or so.  My mother is a bit of a nag, I’ll be sleeping in the same bed I slept growing up in (which I think is even smaller than a twin), and my parents generally don’t really leave the homestead for any longer than a few hours.  Suffice it to say, it might be tough to get laid.  Consider the fact though that it’s not like I’m slaying chicks left and right in Vermont anyway, and it’s not much of a loss.  Wanna know something awesome? I wrote that whole paragraph just so I could use the word “slay.”  I think it’s hilarious, but you should know I’d never use it seriously.  Probably.

That’s it, end of story.  Bottom line is I’m looking forward to my little staycation at home, and I don’t really care what anyone thinks…my co-writer on the other hand, apparently did, hence her need to publicly defend it.


May 19, 2010

I think golf is ultimately more of a man’s game because where else can you be in someone’s presence for 4 hours or more and not have to talk?  I’m surprised more couples don’t play together.


One could make the argument that I’m not that into golf because I stink.  And yes, that is a huge part of it.  I swing hard, it just goes even faster into the woods.  I try to keep my head down and end up missing the ball.  I think you get the picture of what a round of golf with me is like.

Golf is similar to shuffleboard in that anyone can do it who isn’t confined to a wheelchair.  If you’re 300 pounds overweight, your swing will be different than the 90 year old woman suffering from osteoporosis, but you can both be accomplished golfers.  Somewhere along the line, golf acquired more street cred than shuffleboard, and I’m still trying to figure out how that happened.  I think it has something to do with greens fees.

Which brings me to my next point: golf is ridiculously expensive.  While I’m all for preserving expansive areas of undeveloped land, I don’t think you should have to pay out the wazoo to walk a piece of land with a club.  Between the membership fees, the cart fees and then what it costs to get a bag of clubs together, I could have built my own tennis court and redone my kitchen.  And, if I want to spend my time with painful people, I already have plenty of occasions, and I certainly don’t need to pay money for more.

But golf also takes up time, and by time, I mean, eons.  And I don’t have four hours of free time to spend chasing a ball on a regular basis, which would be required in order for me to enjoy playing without my current level of frustration.  If I want a work out, I run, hike or go for a bike ride.  If I want to play a game, I play tennis, corn hole or volleyball.  All of those can be accomplished in around an hour, maybe a little more.

It made sense that my grandfather was into golf.  About all he could do was walk and it gave the poor guy something to do during the day since he wasn’t working and his wife had died.  And his passion for the sport, well, I chalked that up to having literally nothing else to do other than offer us grand kids twenty five cents for drinking our milk.  Then my dad got into it, but he was also getting up there and it made sense for the most competitive person I’ve ever known to attempt domination of a new activity when his fitness level was less and less impressive and he was approaching his golden years.  Once he couldn’t put his kids to shame athletically, he said he took up a game requiring more skill than athletic ability.

I’ve wondered whether he did it to get away from life for four hours.  If being out on the golf course was kind of like going on a high mileage run in that your mind is able to free itself from the minutia of your daily grind.  For four hours, he wasn’t an employee or boss or father or husband or brother or son.  Or maybe it doesn’t get that deep at all.  Maybe it really is just about getting a ball in a hole.

HE SAID: Athlete Pet Peeves

January 28, 2010

So I’ve been watching lots of sports lately: the Australian Open, NFL Playoffs, NCAA Bball is heating up with conference play, and a female just won a male professional bowling event, wild times all around!  In addition to being forever frustratred by Favre (sounds like a great book title with unnecessary alliteration), some other things have really pissed me off lately.  So I’m going to take this opportunity to unburden myself in this space.

Pet Peeve #1 (with acknowledgement to ZS) – Most of you don’t watch tennis, but I do.  The last couple years I’ve grown to really like Andy Roddick, but stop going to the towel after every effing point.  It just delays things and annoys fans.  As an aside, I just googled “andy roddick toweling off” and realized they will probably send me gay porn sites now.  Sometimes google is too much.

Pet Peeve #2 – Celebrations in the NFL have run rampant for the past decade or so, and it’s high time they get called out.  I’m not talking about after you score a TD, or break a 45 yard run, make a one handed leaping grab, etc etc…But hey, Ray Lewis, when you make a tackle after a four yard run, no reason to jump up and down like you just got away with murder (get it, he DID get away with murder once)! The NFL is so backwards, they penalize a guy for spiking the ball after a TD, but do nothing when a guy does some stupid dance after a basic tackle.

Pet Peeve # 3 – Can we get first baseman miked up at all times? Or at least get transcripts of conversations had at first base?  Nothing intrigues me more in sports than what the eff is being talked about when A-Rod gets a base hit and stands next to Kevin Youkilis.  I imagine it’s something along these lines: A-Rod – “See how hard I hit that ball? Maybe Derek will finally make out with me!” Youkilis simply shakes his head.

Pet Peeve # 4 – Fans.  More than half of them suck.  If we could rid the world (or at least the sporting world) of about 65% of both the Yankee and Red Sox fanbase (those that wear the pink hats and have never heard of Daniel Bard or Damso Marte), the world would be a better place.

Pet Peeve # 5 – Pretty much the entire NBA.  While I admit, for some reason I can’t stop watching – I’m sick of the traveling, I’m sick of the tattoos, I’m sick of the general thug theme.  In light of the whole Gilbert Arenas shitshow, I found myself realizing that I just wasn’t that surprised by the story whatsoever.  I’m not tired of Rajon Rondo though.

Pet Peeve # 6 – Stop talking about Tiger Woods for just one effing day.

SHE SAID: Andre Agassi

November 11, 2009

Maybe it’s because of the people I hang out with, but there has been a lot of talk about this Agassi fellow of late.


I remember when he was big in the early nineties, when acid washed jean shorts, florescent colors and frosted tips weren’t a sign to run as quickly as you could in the other direction as they are today, but actually considered cool.  Unfortunately, 60 minutes showed some advertising footage of Agassi from the nineties the other night, and I was disappointed because what I remembered was a hell of a lot cooler than the actuality.  Then came the later years, symbolized by a shaved head and a more serious persona.  By the time he retired, most of the people who had been so adamantly against him when he was a flamboyant and rebellious newcomer embraced him as one of the greatest players the sport had seen and many even went so far as to consider themselves fans.  And no matter how you felt about him, most sports fans remember his stirring speech when he retired from the sport at the 2006 US Open.


For a long time I didn’t hear anything from or about Agassi.

And then I hear that he’s written a book.  And that in that book he discusses his use of crystal meth.

Nadal and Federer were not pleased.  Navratilova was damning.

And after reading many articles, watching both 60 Minutes’ and ESPN’s coverage, I’m torn.  I can’t decide if this is a case of someone used to living years in the spotlight and being controversial having trouble fading into the background?  Or is this a genuine gesture motivated by the need to be honest and forthcoming?

Agassi doesn’t have bad intentions in writing his book and coming clean about what was going on behind the scenes throughout his tennis career.  Had it been me advising him, I would not have told him to refrain from writing or publishing the book, but I would have told him to wait.  Because it is a fascinating story and he is a compelling personality, and his story should be told and there are many waiting to soak it up.  But, I would have told him to wait until his name wasn’t as recognized among kids who now might think of the drug as less dangerous since he is associated with it and was able to play at a high level while using it.  To wait until a few more of his rivals had retired so those that competed against him might feel a little less cheapened by his blatant disrespect not only for the sport but for their contribution to it as well as their time and energy.

But now it’s out there.  And while part of me wants to appreciate the book for what he claims it is, an open and honest look into his life, I can’t help but think that the motivation was more than slightly tainted with that old Agassi urge to rebel.  To be noticed.  To be different.  To fight, even when you’re not quite sure who you’re fighting against.