Two quick hits...
Murph's interview for MLB Kids Club. It's cute! Nobody asked him anything stupid, though.
But the introduction contained this little snippet: Although Murphy takes his work very seriously, he genuinely loves the sport and can be often playful. PLAYFUL? WHEN? And can I WATCH? He's such a serious, focused person when he's playing...I'd love to see that other side more. The Wii Tennis-playing side.
The other thing...well, I was watching Jim Rome is Burning, and they lampooned a GQ article on Tim Tebow. I'm not much of a football person - my major college sporting event happens in Omaha each June - but this made me giggle way too much not to post. First off, there was this picture:
And the article that accompanied it? Glorious purple prose.
It's a humid evening in May. Four months ago, Tebow led the Florida Gators to their second national championship in three years, which explains why this Night of Champions, a $15-a-head "outreach event" for the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, has drawn a crowd of 6,200. The phones and cameras of the congregants spark and pop to capture his image. Tebow is six feet three and 245 pounds, all thick polygons and smooth flat planes and inescapable corn-fed handsomeness. He's wearing a billowy white shirt and loose-fitting jeans that somehow only underscore the solidity of his bulk, like a tarpaulin draped over a concrete pylon. You can see why coaches have always wanted to deploy his body as a battering ram.
Corn-fed handsomeness? What is that supposed to mean?
The entire article is a total lovefest over Tebow. It kind of makes me think he's becoming the Gary Stu of college football, to use a term from my days as an author on Fanfiction.net.
"His chin is stubbly. He smells strongly of deodorant, and his thick-lashed eyes are impressively serene, considering that a mere forty-five minutes ago, back in the Florida weight room, Tebow was grunting next to a painted slogan that read pain is weakness leaving the body, doing calf raises with a 300-pound offensive lineman sitting on his shoulders. (In the weight room, Tebow wore a blue spandex shirt with an orange flame crawling up the sleeve; everyone else was in gray.)"
Uhm...yeah. Purple prose. In a GQ article. Wow.
But the introduction contained this little snippet: Although Murphy takes his work very seriously, he genuinely loves the sport and can be often playful. PLAYFUL? WHEN? And can I WATCH? He's such a serious, focused person when he's playing...I'd love to see that other side more. The Wii Tennis-playing side.
The other thing...well, I was watching Jim Rome is Burning, and they lampooned a GQ article on Tim Tebow. I'm not much of a football person - my major college sporting event happens in Omaha each June - but this made me giggle way too much not to post. First off, there was this picture:
And the article that accompanied it? Glorious purple prose.
It's a humid evening in May. Four months ago, Tebow led the Florida Gators to their second national championship in three years, which explains why this Night of Champions, a $15-a-head "outreach event" for the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, has drawn a crowd of 6,200. The phones and cameras of the congregants spark and pop to capture his image. Tebow is six feet three and 245 pounds, all thick polygons and smooth flat planes and inescapable corn-fed handsomeness. He's wearing a billowy white shirt and loose-fitting jeans that somehow only underscore the solidity of his bulk, like a tarpaulin draped over a concrete pylon. You can see why coaches have always wanted to deploy his body as a battering ram.
Corn-fed handsomeness? What is that supposed to mean?
The entire article is a total lovefest over Tebow. It kind of makes me think he's becoming the Gary Stu of college football, to use a term from my days as an author on Fanfiction.net.
"His chin is stubbly. He smells strongly of deodorant, and his thick-lashed eyes are impressively serene, considering that a mere forty-five minutes ago, back in the Florida weight room, Tebow was grunting next to a painted slogan that read pain is weakness leaving the body, doing calf raises with a 300-pound offensive lineman sitting on his shoulders. (In the weight room, Tebow wore a blue spandex shirt with an orange flame crawling up the sleeve; everyone else was in gray.)"
Uhm...yeah. Purple prose. In a GQ article. Wow.