Usually I load up my first wailbag with a lot of self-serving stuff about the vacation, keyed on my return home from same. But this time the old letterbox was fairly bulging with so much stuff about my timid little prediction of the Vikings to win Supe XLIII, all sent to me in such a lighthearted spirit of good fellowship, that I simply had to address it now before I forget what these blokes had written.
Yes they do.
(Joe. cont.): "I'm trying to think of the last time you got a Super Bowl pick right, Dr. Idiot!"
Packers-Raiders, Super Bowl II
(Tracy, cont.): "They're built all wrong for their home games. If they played them outside or in Chicago or Siberia they'd be tough to beat. Unfortunately they play in a bubble and because they're so good against the run, and bad against the pass, the other teams just throw at will against them and they don't try to run. Minnesota runs a special version of the Tampa 2 coverage where they only cover two receivers and leave the rest open. It doesn't work very well."
Wow, you ought to be a coach, Tracy. Three uncovered receivers on every five-man pattern? That could lead to all sorts of problems. I'm going to be sure to point it out to
I think AOL offers that service.
• Whoa, here's a guy trying to elbow his way through the angry mob. He's holding up a placard. It says "Z IS OK." What's your story, my good man?
Wow, I'm touched. Thanks, and don't go out into the street again until that group thins out.
Can't say right now. I do the AFC East for the SI Football Preview, and I'd like to hold off on my prediction of their actual record until I've talked to
I feel Imus is not worth the waste of discussion time. What bothers me greatly is that airheads like this seem, by a sort of brashness and poolroom bravado, to command some measure of public influence. As
I worked with him just once, as third man in the booth for the 1990 Seattle-K.C. game, the one in which
After the game, I heard one of the technicians say to his buddy, "Worst thing I ever heard in my life." Obviously he never heard what went on on my wedding night (first marriage).
• More Hall of Fame.
• Here's a tough one from
• There's always one every column, and here it comes.
And he ain't the only one.
Actually what was happening was that zookeepers were bringing out their monkeys, to give them a chance to swing on the crossbar, thus creating too many game stoppages. And if you believe that I'll tell you about the real live dolphin that tried out for linebacker in Miami.
• OK, I know I haven't awarded anyone Emailer of the Week yet.
Players always want to remove equipment to lighten themselves. I always thought it looked silly on the college level when they cut off the bottoms of their jerseys, exposing muscular bellies (seems that the fat guys never did it). I mean what if a guy got hit right in the bare belly, whoof! I'm kind of, well, a half-assed traditionalist, as you are, and the Roman gladiator look doesn't seem exactly right to me, either. But I can tell you from experience that in hot weather, heavy sleeves are no one's friend. You sweat and they get heavy and it's no fun hauling those things around.
Jerry is not a fanatic. He suggests a compromise -- jersey sleeves that reach the middle of the upper arm, thus keeping those hairy armpits where they belong, in the, uh, pits.
Anacortes and Orcas Island in northern Washington this time, thence to Vancouver Island, BC, spending time in the lively pioneer towns of Tofino, Ucluelet, Cowichan Bay, Shawnigan Lake, Sooke, Sooke Harbor and Victoria. The meal I'll remember when I've forgotten all the others is the Bengal Buffet at the Empress Hotel in Victoria. For fine dining, we gave very high grades to Shelter in Tofino (their signature drink, the Bellini, is modeled after that of the originator, Harry's Bar in Venice, but believe me, this one blows Harry's away), also Pescatores in Victoria (best raw oyster selection ever).
Wineries are still finding their way in this part of the world, but the best selection we had was at Venturi-Schulze in Cobble Hill, north of Victoria. The signature wine is called Brandenburg No. 3, a dark, Madeira-like blend of late harvest Germanic grapes, a dessert wine, with hints of dates and coconut. The name comes from a revelation the co-owner-winemaker,
Oh yes, to see for yourself what we saw on this trip, kindly repair to
This was a trip for reading -- a great, hidden masterpiece about World War I,
I wanted to see what the fuss was about, concerning
So on that bitter note I leave you, to get ready for my next wailbag column and my next round of accusers.