Xanadu For A Lightning Bolt

If you heard whoops and hollers from my neck of the woods last night – there was a good reason why. For only the third time in area history, a major sporting championship was won by a local team – this time, the Lightning winning the Stanley Cup.

In September. At the neutral of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada – thanks to our pal COVID.

The 2-0 win was appropriately numbered – it was the second time the Lightning had won the Stanley Cup, going with the championship won 16 years ago. As for the Buccaneers and Rays, they now have some catching up to do.

The Rays went 40-20 in the shortened regular season, which would pro-rate to 108-54 if they had played a full 162 games. The playoffs are a sprint, not a marathon – so who knows how and if they get tripped up in baseball’s bizarro season.

The Bucs have started 2-1 in 2020, so far unfettered by COVID.

It’d be a trip if the Lightning, Bucs, and Rays all won championships within a few months of each other – though I’d think the rest of the country would be sick of us by then.

Whatever Happened To Enunciation?

There’s this commercial I see all time promoting a show on MTV called “Teen Mom 2.” It begins with a brunette woman saying a sentence that ends with one of two possible words.

One possibility: she’s saying, “I don’t want to (bleep) FEEL!”

The other: “I don’t want to (bleep) FAIL!”

It could very logically be one or the other – but not knowing exactly what she’s saying drives me crazy.

A couple of decades ago, Lee Ann Womack had that country hit, “I Hope You Dance.” The problem is (or was) that when Womack sings the word in the chorus initially, she hangs on the middle of “dance” and you never hear her complete the word.

It’s like, what is she trying to say? Dance? Some guy named Dan?!?

In a world where we have politicians saying “let me be clear” every five minutes, could we at least people who speak clearly on television?

Please and thank you.

Left Is Right, Up Is Down, And So Forth…

It is the craziest year of my existence for sure, and 2020 is unfortunately for all of us the gift that keeps on taking.

Left is right, up is down, whether your favorite color is is now the opposite color – whatever life is for you, it’s probably the opposite of what it once was, or it has somehow significantly changed.

Sports are being played without a crowd to go wild for them. Seasons normally ending in the spring still rage on as we approach the fall. Hurricanes are candidates for hurricanes are in abundance to the point where those who name these storms ran out of letters for only the second time in history – and are now on the standby Greek alphabet.

Now we have the political spectacle of another vacancy on the Supreme Court – and half of the country pleading with the President not to fill it, even though it is his Constitutional duty to do so – or else, whatever the “else” is.

Usually I have a lot to say. Can you see why I say so little now?

The Circus Comes To Town

The sports world – such as it is now – wages on, despite the maelstrom of uncertainty that surrounds it. Will COVID come back? Will the election results cause continued problems with the schedules for the respective sports? Stay tuned, folks – first, let us sell our cars, our beer, our latest electronic gadgetry.

It should be a festive time for sports here in my area of Tampa Bay – the Lightning are closing in on a trip to the Stanley Cup finals, the Rays are going to make the playoffs baring an incredible disaster, and the Buccaneers start their season today full of promise.

Me? I find it hard to get enthused over a sports world that may not be there if the circumstances warrant it – health wise or politically. I watch a little bit – the Indy 500 a few weeks ago, for instance. I see sports going through a major restructuring in the next 10-20 years due to the political undertones we’re seeing now. They lost half of their audience, maybe – how are you going to get those fans back?

Maybe in a few years, you get half of those fans back – and I can see most of the current sports leagues (NFL, NBA, MLB and the NHL) surviving. I don’t think they all survive – so I see the need for a businessman to come forward with a vision to reinvent how sports is run, most likely baseball or hockey. Maybe college football gets that inclusive playoff system it’s always needed with time, or some other sport gets some other shot in the arm it badly needs.

In the autumn of his years, Howard Cosell pointed out how the sports world is out of whack with the rest of life. Now comes the time, perhaps, to get it in whack with life. I hope they get it right, and that I’m alive to see it.

Year 50

I turned 49 yesterday – or put another way, the 49th year of my life concluded. That also means I’ve now started my 50th year in this world and in this life.

I’m not one of these people who dreads getting older, because there’s no avoiding it. Time is time. Only in Hollywood do you get younger as time continues to move.

It was the strangest of my 49 birthdays, with COVID continuing to linger around. In the past week, I took my first ride share and received groceries online for the first time. I figured it was time to learn those skills, as who knows whether or not I may need them?

We (or me) will see what happens as time marches on.

I Owe My Soul To The Company Store

The world of COVID-19 is a strange place. Up is down, left is right, you make money not working – well, most of you know the rest.

In the song Tennessee Ernie Ford made famous in 1955, owing one’s soul to the company store is a bad thing. So naturally, in COVID world – it’s a good thing.

I’m still waiting to work my second day at Walmart – nearly two months after my first day. They are so concerned about workers coming down with COVID and being well enough to work that they’re paying me nor to, as I’ve mentioned before on here.

I don’t want to mention how much I’m getting from Walmart – but it is enough to get by on until they call me in to work for them again. When the call comes, I plan to be ready – after all, I owe them my soul for keeping me afloat all of this time.