Usually, I don’t talk about sports on this blog, but watching the Warriors always makes me mad for some reason. It takes a special kind of person to be a fan of the Warriors. Someone who can stomach bad basketball, horrid coaching and an even worse front office.
The season is basically over for the Warriors. They are down by 20 going into the 4th against the Phoenix Suns. Nellie and Jackson has been ejected. So, naturally, the stand-in coach Keith Smart, should put in the rookies to give them some burn. Does that happen? No!
Who does he roll out there but Ellis, Crawford, Azubuike, Maggette and Turiaf. What the hell is he trying to do? Are they going to play team-ball and try to give the gung-ho effort of coming back to win a meaningless game? If you’ve seen these players play, besides Turiaf, team-play is not in their vocabulary. So, rather then giving twelve minutes of experience to the lotto picks on the bench, we get to watch a bunch of veterans with no upside hoist up shots in a game with no meaning.
Great job, guys. Thanks for turning the clock back and reminding us of the previous decade of suck we’ve already lived through.
Two weekends prior I crashed at a buddy’s place in Redwood City. He lives in the middle of suburbia with wide open land and a lackadaisical atmosphere. The area is a nice place to raise a family, although at night, it was bitter cold. It was the type of cold where you would need multiple layers of clothing and a blanket to feel any warmth. I was surprised the lawn outside was not frosted the next day.
I am not a big fan of hockey. The only time I watched the games were when they took over FSN and blocked a Warriors’ telecast. The puck is small which makes it a bit hard to track on the screen. The players would keep dumping the puck from one side of the rink to the other. It was quite boring.
There are literally hundreds of sports clichés spoken before, during, and after a game. This site lists hundreds of them grouped in dozens of categories. We’ve all heard them before; enough, so that you can finish the sentence for the player.
The winner ususally say, “We brought our A game.” While the losers would go with, “We gave the game away.” And of course, pretty much every sports figure playing in a team sport has said this at least one point in their career, “We’re not worried about the game against [random rival]. We’re going to take it one game at a time.”
Clichés do not end on the field or in the lockerroom. They span to all walks of life.
Saturday was my first time watching soccer live and I have to admit, I enjoyed the game.
Prior to attending, I had many misconceptions of the game. Based on watching the game on television, my thoughts were that the game was slow and boring. The players just seemed to kick the ball back and forth between themselves in the middle of the field with the occasional kick from the corner.
At the time, soccer was like watching hockey except on a wider field with less scoring and no fights.
Coming into the match, I had no expectations. I left my thoughts and beliefs back in the City.
Treated a buddy of mine to a baseball game between the Bay Area rivals, the San Francisco Giants and Oakland Athletics, at AT&T Park for his birthday.
The night started out pleasantly enough. We nabbed ourselves an orange jersey t-shirt during the free giveaway and made our way to our seats. I have never sat so close to the action before. Usually I sit way up in the rafters. Sitting in the first couple of rows on the lower level is whole another experience.