Nothing especially interesting happened this week …Continue reading “The week gone by — June 28”
As my wife and I were walking to dinner, she noticed an above-the-street business that advertised in neon lights that it was home to both a psychic and a life coach.
If that’s the same person, psychics were real and he or she was good at both, that would be pretty awesome. Someone could tell you what’s going to happen, and then how to deal with it.
Of course, that person would probably be able to afford a better space than a random walkup spot near Chelsea.
I’m a fan of the Liverpool soccer team, so when my wife and I took the train from London five years ago, the reason was to take a tour of Anfield.
While we were in town, we also went to the downtown shopping area, and we took a nice walk down by the harbor before we got back on the train.
It hit me during the barrage of pharmaceutical ads I saw over the weekend … maybe the one where people were salsa dancing for some reason.
If sports were marketed like drugs for your heart, diabetes, restless leg syndrome or whatever, the benefits would be fun, a chance to get away from real life, hours of entertainment and fellowship with your fellow fans or participants.
Of course, all drugs have side effects, and one of those would be white-hot irrational rage. Continue reading “Sports are a drug”
I admit. I thought it was going to be a blowout.
After all, Manchester City beat Liverpool 5-0 last time out, and were a proper Pep Guardiola side — namely a collection of superstars that scores goals for fun.
Sure, Liverpool can score, but they don’t play defense. Plus Loris Karius was given the start in goal, and Virgil van Dijk wasn’t going to play in his first Premier League game since he was brought on to singlehandedly solve all their problems on the back line.
Yes, there’s something I can do at noon, but the first half ends around the time I’d have to leave. If it’s a blowout, I’ll go. If it’s a game, I’ll stay. Continue reading “Liverpool’s glorious, unexpected win”