A Tear, A Curse, and a LinkShareThis
I’ve got this weird soft spot for sports. Like, I could watch a four hour documentary on blind people curing baby tigers with cerebral palsy and not flinch, but the second somebody is involved in some impressive sports feat, I tear up.
Mark Buerhle pitched a perfect game yesterday, that included a wall-scaling catch from his replacement center fielder, who was just chucked into the game to be a defensive specialist. Nice call by Ozzie Guillen on that one.
Anyways. Congrats to Mark Buerhle on accomplishing such an unbelievable feat, and receiving a phone call from the freaking president for it. That’s the part that got me. It was just… it was… so special… siiigghhh…
So, I try to keep curses out of my writing as much as possible, because I hope to someday do this for a living, and it’s generally frowned upon by reputable newspapers. But, in order to keep it sounding conversational, I tend to slip the odd curse in, because, um, I slip the odd curse in in conversation.
Regardless of your stance on that, let this serve as a little disclaimer. The following picture contains a well placed f-bomb, and I love it.
I love that somehow my blog in the NHL off-season has become the chuckle-hut, and people continue to send me hilarious stuff to include in the blog. You’re really makin’ my job easy. Keep ‘em comin’!
In other news, the fires in Kelowna have subsided. Thanks for all the well wishes. We had a little scare that our beautiful resort was about to be the Okanagan’s biggest bonfire, but she was saved! The camp is ready to go as planned, and thanks to the fire, we even got a couple nice room upgrades. Take a look at this picture taken from the lake that shows how close we were to losing The Cove:
Phew. It just barely made it.
As for a little real sports writing, my take on how the drafting of John Tavares will help Kyle Okposo out will probably be up in the next hour or so at www.hockeyprimetime.com. Check it outtttt.