You'd think the most fun I had all weekend might have centered around the Red Sox. It was fun, there's no denying that. But spending all day Saturday running around Manhattan with my friend Kate and an Australian guy named James, trying to find somewhere with room for us to watch the Rugby World Cup final was a pretty piece of amusement as well ( Read more... )

Crap, I stay home sick for one day and what happens? Everything, that's what. In ascending order ( Read more... )

I didn't get any sports-watching in this weekend, as I've been stashed away in the hermitage, madly finishing the new Harry Potter. Cornelius Fudge dies ( Read more... )

When the MetSox are in the throes of a combined 5-game losing streak (Note: Your teams are still doing fairly well if the state of a 5-game losing streak can be described as "throes"), FenSheaParkway is easily distracted. That's the only explanation for picking up on this story this week, despite it not involving Baseball ( Read more... )

I see that the Stanley Cup final has been determined and, for the purposes of this discussion, so has the NBA final ( Read more... )

I suppose it's time to check in with the, ahem, minor sports because they are playing some very important games right now. Playoff games, in fact, though you would never know it because the NBA and NHL playoffs are as long as their seasons. It's sort of like the season just gets extended by a month, except you have to play the same team over and ( Read more... )

FenSheaParkway cares so little about tennis, I can't even muster much interest in its biggest annual events. It certainly doesn't help matters that 3/4ths of them happen at least 6 time zones away. Oh, there's tennis on at 9:00 in the morning? That's terrific. The only Grand Slam I want at that time in the day comes from Denny's ( Read more... )

Congratulations to Joaquin Phoenix, for winning The Masters this weekend!


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I feel a bit of a heel for being away so long, what with the burden of responsibilities encroaching on this little outpost of distraction. Plus, as rapt as reports on 1-3 inning outings have kept me, to say much about them while also disparaging the disproportionate attention they receive strikes me as a bit duplicitous ( Read more... )

Not long ago, I made a sort-of joke about how I call the NHL version of the Magic Number, "Hat Size". This was a bit of the old nudgy-winky in the direction of hockey's venerable Hat Trick institution. I think. Actually, it doesn't make much sense outside of that admittedly oblique reference. I'll just come out and say it was pretty much the ( Read more... )