The hot dogs are on the fire.
The suntan lotion is at the ready.
Now if we could clear the snow off Coors Field, we might be able to play some baseball in Denver by the end of next week.
Today's question is how will the Rockies do this year?
Jump in.
You too, Kevin.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
No NCAA magic for sports dude
What happened to Louisville?
To Duke?
The same thing happened to them as happened to many a bracket for the NCAA basketball tournament.
They were left in shreds. My bracket is so bad, it makes me want to cry.
The Villanova-Pittsburgh game Saturday night was quite something ... the best of the tournament so far. The others over the weekend were not quite up to that standard, and listening to Gus Johnson of CBS scream and yelp at everything from a good shot to a timeout was a little hard on the ear drums Sunday.
The occasional nail-biter isn't enough to get my investment into the boss' kids' education fund back. But as they said on many a game show, it's the tournament's way of saying, "We have some nice consolation prizes for you."
Take the poll in the upper right-hand corner of the blog. You can't do much worse than your trusty scribe.
To Duke?
The same thing happened to them as happened to many a bracket for the NCAA basketball tournament.
They were left in shreds. My bracket is so bad, it makes me want to cry.
The Villanova-Pittsburgh game Saturday night was quite something ... the best of the tournament so far. The others over the weekend were not quite up to that standard, and listening to Gus Johnson of CBS scream and yelp at everything from a good shot to a timeout was a little hard on the ear drums Sunday.
The occasional nail-biter isn't enough to get my investment into the boss' kids' education fund back. But as they said on many a game show, it's the tournament's way of saying, "We have some nice consolation prizes for you."
Take the poll in the upper right-hand corner of the blog. You can't do much worse than your trusty scribe.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Carpenter new FLHS football coach
What do you think of Justin Carpenter's promotion to head coach of the Fort Lupton football team?
The floor is open for comments ...
The floor is open for comments ...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Drowning in the NCAA pool
In a couple of days or so, the NCAA men's basketball tournament resumes. Your trusty blogger picked 13 of the last 16 teams in the field.
And finds himself in the lower fourth of one pool (96th of 128 participants) and second from the bottom in the all-important office pool.
Which begs the question ... if the alleged sports dude can't do any better than that, why is he a sports dude?
A pastry chef? Be better qualified. A dancing bear? In terms of physique, yes. In terms of dancing skill .... uhhhhhh, no.
The story is well-known to others. The only time sports dude ever won an NCAA pool, he was sailing trough Central America on a 10-day cruise. The economy obviously won't allow for that every year.
One former colleague said, "Be happy." I am. The leader in the office pool happens to be my boss' wife. So I know the winnings will go to something useful, say, their two small children.
But any sort of pride in being the papers' sports dude takes a severe beating every spring.
Getting 13 hits in 16 times to the plate may get a tryout with the Colorado Rockies. But something indicates loud and clear that becoming a dancing bear is the best option each March.
Cue the music, Yogi.
Signed,
Boob-oooh
And finds himself in the lower fourth of one pool (96th of 128 participants) and second from the bottom in the all-important office pool.
Which begs the question ... if the alleged sports dude can't do any better than that, why is he a sports dude?
A pastry chef? Be better qualified. A dancing bear? In terms of physique, yes. In terms of dancing skill .... uhhhhhh, no.
The story is well-known to others. The only time sports dude ever won an NCAA pool, he was sailing trough Central America on a 10-day cruise. The economy obviously won't allow for that every year.
One former colleague said, "Be happy." I am. The leader in the office pool happens to be my boss' wife. So I know the winnings will go to something useful, say, their two small children.
But any sort of pride in being the papers' sports dude takes a severe beating every spring.
Getting 13 hits in 16 times to the plate may get a tryout with the Colorado Rockies. But something indicates loud and clear that becoming a dancing bear is the best option each March.
Cue the music, Yogi.
Signed,
Boob-oooh
Monday, March 23, 2009
Memories
There was a time when one could actually turn on Denver radio stations and listen to some news -- five minutes at a time and twice an hour at that.
One of the people who made that happen was murdered over the weekend in New York. His name was George Weber, and he worked for KOA Radio about 25 years ago.
We crawled around a few late-night crime scenes and fire scenes in those days. We were far from best friends. But he was always polite and eager to help the rookies.
Weber loved Philadelphia, his hometown. He was aggressive in what he was doing, far more than most.
His wry sense of humor was something to behold. Once, he said, he stuck his microphone down a gopher hole to see if he could get some reaction to a decision by a city leader.
I'm not sure something like that would have made it on air. But what it did show was creativity in a medium that has long since lost its ability to be creative. A future colleague tried the same thing. He took an otherwise boring council meeting that was full of price tags and costs and finished it with "the most important numbers of the evening" ... the score of a World Series game.
Weber loved news, and he was good at reporting it. Inquisitive. Smart. Politely aggressive.
That's worth remembering.
One of the people who made that happen was murdered over the weekend in New York. His name was George Weber, and he worked for KOA Radio about 25 years ago.
We crawled around a few late-night crime scenes and fire scenes in those days. We were far from best friends. But he was always polite and eager to help the rookies.
Weber loved Philadelphia, his hometown. He was aggressive in what he was doing, far more than most.
His wry sense of humor was something to behold. Once, he said, he stuck his microphone down a gopher hole to see if he could get some reaction to a decision by a city leader.
I'm not sure something like that would have made it on air. But what it did show was creativity in a medium that has long since lost its ability to be creative. A future colleague tried the same thing. He took an otherwise boring council meeting that was full of price tags and costs and finished it with "the most important numbers of the evening" ... the score of a World Series game.
Weber loved news, and he was good at reporting it. Inquisitive. Smart. Politely aggressive.
That's worth remembering.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Bracket collapse
29-11 through the first round and a half of the NCAAs ... the good thing (well, sort of) is 13 of the top 16 are still alive.
But with a record of 29-11, it makes one wonder whether the sports person at the newspaper ought to take up teaching.
Or basket weaving.
But with a record of 29-11, it makes one wonder whether the sports person at the newspaper ought to take up teaching.
Or basket weaving.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Dying on the vine
12-4 wasn't a bad start to the NCAAs last night. It's 6-2 so far today. So all in all, I'm pleased.
Unfortunately, that puts me four games behind the leader in the office pool with the night session to come. Colleague Kevin Denke is in the same boat.
"They call it March Madness. But the only one who's getting mad is me," Kevin said as he sauntered off to look for a women's bracket.
Unfortunately, that puts me four games behind the leader in the office pool with the night session to come. Colleague Kevin Denke is in the same boat.
"They call it March Madness. But the only one who's getting mad is me," Kevin said as he sauntered off to look for a women's bracket.
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