Am I the only one who noticed the utility of Brazil's use of the language? Besides the House Blond that is.
Oh, and congrats to Misty & Kerry for moving on to vie for the gold.
Saturday's Olympic coverage was excruciatingly painful. How does the Women's Marathon rate hours and hours of prime time coverage? No offense, girls, but it ain't like the trampoline or the uneven bars. Ten minutes in and you can pretty much figure that not much is going to change. It's like Jackie Vernon's vacation. Day One. Here we are going into the Holland Tunnel. Day Two, Here we are coming out of the Holland Tunnel. Show me the starter's pistol and the final two minutes. That's where the action is.
Happens to be my big gripe about NASCAR too. After lap five, unless there's a spectacular flaming collision with a dead driver's body bouncing across the tarmac, the race takes on a certain sameness. Lap after lap after lap. Oh, there'll be emails on that. Not from New York though.
The boy and I burned out the numbing tedium about right got dang now and threw in The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. Like fishing coyote teeth out of the garbage disposal, this is quality time, man.
Clip is here.