Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays (or Sundays … wink, wink). Matt wrote about why he was a sports fan. I am writing about something slightly different – learning to cope with my sports addiction.
LeBron & Co. celebrate a two-peat I tried to ignore.
“If I cared this much about other things in my life I’d be a fully functioning adult.” ~ a text I sent to Matt on June 20, 2013.
At the moment I tapped out this text I stood inside Bowery Ballroom. Neo-hippie rocker Mikal Cronin’s fuzzed-out melancholia filled the room, yet failed to hold my attention. My focus centered on NBA Finals Game 7 between the Miami Heat and San Antonio Spurs. I refreshed my Scorecenter app on my iPhone every two minutes. I considered skipping Cronin’s concert, despite purchasing tickets a month in advance, to watch the game but figured I would be bummed if the Heat won … and I missed the concert. The Heat won that night, leaving me feeling furious despite the fact I consider their opponent, the Spurs, the human embodiment of a shoulder shrug. Cronin, poor guy, might as well have been elevator music.
Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Neb.
Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays. Per the usual, I’m a few days late or a few days early with this one, depending on how you look at it. Choosing my favorite job was difficult, very difficult. It’s kind of like my favorite song; it alternates on a frequent basis.
Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words (or in this case 800) on said topic on Fridays. Matt is a Washington native and thus a Seahawks fan. I am a south Louisiana native and thus a Saints fan.
This image needs to happen for the Saints to win Saturday night.
Prompts: Why The Saints Will Beat The Seahawks
Look ma, I'm on a billboard in Times Square
Prompts is a new joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post around 500 words on said topic on Fridays.
My One-Word Philosophy For 2014: Celebrate.
Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a periodic series chronicling my experiences and observations as a New Yorker. Today’s post – No. 35, if you’re keeping score at home – details a day in my life in New York City.
December 19 started with twins and closed with a Yankee.
Running the race
Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a periodic series chronicling my experiences and observations as a new New Yorker. Today’s post – No. 34, if you’re keeping score at home – is about the 2013 New York City Marathon, which happened Nov. 3.
The winning times long since recorded, they arrived in bunches at mile 16 like waves at sea inching toward an unseen shore. Theirs would not be the names etched in glory on this day yet they pushed onward. Completing the New York City Marathon would be prize enough.
Gooden and Garden Gnome, Chillin'
Throughout Wednesday night’s Mets-Rockies game a skinny, heavily tattooed Latino man with a jet black ponytail two rows behind me hollered Spanish phrases punctuated with “Harv-eeeeeee”. His futbol announcer’s exuberance provided, for me at least, an unintelligible, but welcome soundtrack as Mets ace Matt Harvey motored toward his first MLB shutout. At one point while filled with ecstasy our “announcer” friend declared Harvey a cowboy who gets all the ladies, according to my girlfriend Kerry who is hip on Spanish slang.
Harvey has provided Mets fans reason for excitement every fifth day during a season destined for Nowheresville since April. On this particular night with victory all but assured entering the ninth inning, the faithful saluted the 24-year-old righthander’s efforts, rising from their seats and chanting his name like a thunderous choir. After Harvey recorded two quick outs, a line drive off his right knee for a base hit momentarily hushed the crowd. Harvey waved off the training staff and induced a pop out from Troy Tulowitzki to finish his masterpiece.
In Harv-eeeeeeeeee’s honor here are my favorite Mets moments of 2013 (so far):
Jason Collins via si.com
Jason Collins’ cover story in the May 6 edition of Sports Illustrated not only announced him as the first openly gay male athlete in major American sport. It also offered a profile in courage and a master class in how to conduct one’s self with grace and dignity.
Collins’ NBA peers responded to news of the journeyman center’s decision to reveal his sexual orientation with praise and support. They should be applauded for this, especially considering only nine states in America have legalized same-sex marriage.
Not everyone welcomed the news though.
During an appearance on ESPN’s “Outside The Lines”, the network’s senior NBA reporter Chris Broussard likened being openly homosexual to “walking in open rebellion to God” – a belief many fundamental Christians share.
Les Miles will still have plenty to cheer in 2013
On Sunday morning LSU junior safety Craig Loston requested his Twitter followers stop asking him if he were going pro or staying for his senior season. Loston’s tweet surprised many because he seemed like one of the only draft-eligible juniors not mentioned as an early departure. Instead, LSU could have as many as 10 early entrants into April’s draft – an unprecedented number seven greater than any other season in Tiger football history.
With its underclassman exodus, LSU is positioning itself as the Kentucky of college football, selling recruits an advanced timetable to achieve millions. Kentucky’s basketball team, you might recall, had six players leave early for the NBA draft after it won the NCAA title in April 2012. All college football/basketball teams exist as farm clubs for their respective pro sports but these programs have set themselves apart as Triple A clubs.
While there’s nothing wrong with LSU coaches emphasizing this assembly line approach, the sheer mass of players leaving early in 2012 – both in talent and leadership – will present an interesting test case for college football. There is reloading, which all the great programs do on a yearly basis, and then there is RELOADING, which LSU and Coach Les Miles will attempt in 2013.
Here’s a breakdown of “LSU’s NFL Draft Exodus” and who I think will replace the Tigers departing early:
When will I play, Mark?
“For God so loved the New York Jets and their fans he gave his only begotten football player, Timothy, so that anyone who believed in him would not perish but have everlasting Super Bowls.” St. Timothy 3:16
The God in my fictional Bible verse did not bestow Tim Tebow on the Jets as a punt protector. He did not bestow him as a wildcat quarterback or a GQ cover model either. OK, maybe he gave him as a GQ cover model.
God so loved the Jets he gave them Tebow as a starting quarterback. Not just any starting quarterback, but a proven leader and winner of a 2011 AFC divisional playoff. Jets coach Rex Ryan turned his back on Tebow like a modern day Judas. Ryan sealed Tebow’s fate not with a kiss, but by starting Greg McElroy at quarterback in Week 16.
In an ironic twist, Ryan will be crucified by the New York media and Jets fans. Tebow will assume his hallowed seat – on the bench – and then after the game hop a plane to Jacksonville, where he will play next season.