I hail from the sports writing world, so ocassionally, I like to take the liberty of commenting on sports. It’s a bit self-indulgent, I know, but isn’t blogging the most self-indulgent form of writing?
On that note, here are some observations about major sporting events.
A sprinter called, bolt: Does anyone else find it too ironic that the new world record holder in the 100 meter dash is a guy named Bolt?
Hating Tiger Woods: While the world slobbers over Tiger, like a teenaged girl drools over Chris Brown, I find it difficult not to hate the monotone, whiney (“Oh, not in my backswing”), fake toothy-grinning Woods. Strangely, I always find myself rooting for him on Sundays in major golf tournaments. Can someone explain this, please?
Celtics over Lakers: The so-called NBA experts were calling this Finals a battle for the ages, recalling the glory days of Larry Bird’s Celtics and Majic Johnson’s Lakers. Through four games, it’s been nothing but a snoozer. At least, it’s fun to watch Kobe Bryant lose. I hate Kobe even more than Tiger.
Desormeaux should have slapped Dutrow: Just days after Big Brown jockey, Kent Desormeaux, pulled his horse up in the Belmont Stakes, realizing he couldn’t win and not wanting to hurt the Derby and Preakness winner, Big Brown trainer, Rick Dutrow, ripped Desormeaux on national television. “I don’t see the horse with a problem,” Dutrow said, “so I have to direct my attention toward the ride.” Desormeaux has won five Classics and two Breeders Cups, along with 35 other major wins in his illustrious career, yet according to Dutrow, he suddenly forgot how to race a thoroughbred. Desormeaux is far too classy, but he should have slapped Dutrow for that unforgivable comment.