I'm sitting here in my bedroom/office with the radio playing college basketball, the East Tennessee State Buccaneers and the Wofford Terriers playing for the Southern Conference championship. Rags is sitting here beside me, occasionally editing and sometimes interrupting to get pets. Tortoiseshell cats are demanding assistants.
Just about finished reading a collection of sports journalism, an unpleasantly battered ARC copy from Thriftbooks' sale last week. There's some good stuff in there, though overall it was disappointing. Among them a 2002 Bill Plaschke column from the Los Angeles Times titled "Her Blue Haven." It's about a semi-paralyzed woman with cerebral palsy who can't talk and lives in the sticks of central Texas, yet who obsessively kept a Dodgers team blog that had only a handful of readers. One of those well-written features that leaves you staring into space for a while afterwards.
Only watched two movies so far this year, one a documentary about the Oklahoma City bombing (very informative and complicated), the other a dreadfully dull Harrison Ford spy movie called Patriot Games. Finally canceled my Netflix this morning - didn't seem like it was worthwhile any longer.
I might reactivate it for a bit when the second half of the final season of Fuller House drops, or maybe just borrow someone else's. It's been really nice to go through Full House from beginning to end - the Tanner household is a calming one well worth visiting more often.
The final trailer for Black Widow dropped this morning, and it looks fantastic. Mentally prepping a reaction piece for Bam Smack Pow.at the moment while procrastinating. (I needed to get back into blogging anyway.)
I'm not quite sure where it will go, but it definitely has to do with the concept of improvised family. Natasha Romanoff needs that more than anyone else in the MCU not named the Guardians of the Galaxy. And doesn't everyone, when you stop and think about it?
Without Jessica and Amanda I'm not sure I'd have been able to get through college. They say the same for me about high school and college. They're pretty great adopted sisters, and I'm lucky I met them.
Heard from Ashland the other day, it was great to catch up. Still trying to figure out a way to get up to Springfield for her graduation.
This keyboard doesn't quite work as well as the previous one, and the laptop is on its last legs, but for now it's still working, which is a very good thing.
Thinking of getting a Nintendo Switch Lite, which is about four generations more advanced than the Game Boy Advance. I've heard good things about the Animal Crossing series, the newest of which drops next week or so. Supposed to be kind of like Webkinz, which is a very important role that needs to be filled. Another game I've heard good things about is Rocket League, which is soccer played by cars. That sounds just ridiculous enough to be amazing. And there's Mario Kart, of course.
The Terriers Wofford is nicknamed after are Boston Terriers, the guy who founded the small private school in the western part of South Carolina used to breed them or something.
Things are going well right now in the world of dog writing - decided to leap into covering Crufts, England's premiere dog event of the year, and that's gone well so far with pageviews. Several in-depth stories in the works for later this week at Dog O'Day, and a few days ago we broke the airdate times of the Beverly Hills Dog Show telecast in early April.
Will it matter next November which of these teams won this game? For almost everyone, no. I'll forget who won the NCAA Tournament by June. But for some of those students at ETSU and Wofford, this season will always have a special place in their memories. because of the personal associations, and there's probably some fans with special needs out there that keep up with the teams because it inspires them to keep going through the day.
That's why sports can be so important sometimes, their cathedrals of play so magical. It's easy to forget that. On the other hand, it can also be easy to get sucked in and assume that they're everything, which is why I could never make a living writing about them all the time - I don't care enough. Yeah, I have the knowledge to be decent at it, but burnout hits hard when you're working on empty.
The 2020 NASCAR season is about a month old, and my mental health has been a lot better not covering it. Sure, I miss working with everyone at Frontstretch, but it's been nice to step away for a while.
Ryan Newman's wreck in the Daytona 500 was terrifying. I thought I was watching the first fatality since Dale Earnhardt hit the wall in 2001. (I was watching in Grandpa's living room, and in the same place five months later on 9/11.)
It's unbelievable that Newman is still alive and left the hospital 48 hours later, and further proof that racers are insane.
Caleb's still in Mexico, things have been awfully quiet around the house without him. Courtney's really busy with clinicals. Trevor's prepping for his competitions this summer, and Amy's learning how to read and write some. Thus ends the sibling update.
East Tennessee State won the game. Peaceful nights are welcome.
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