OK, let's get into what's important right away.
1) When I die and go to hell, hell will be beach volleyball -- for all eternity.
3) Once again, the Olympics is a political story, with one of the world's more repressive governments cracking down on the slightest expression of dissent, and America's Olympic Committee Chairman,
OK, enough. I'm getting all worked up again, and I haven't covered a Summer Olympics since Moscow in 1980. You ever been followed by the KGB?
On to serious matters, namely the ball that's struck by the foot:
Here's one from
"Offensive tackles are the offensive linemen furthest away from the ball, but defensive tackles are the ones closest to the ball on their line. Why is this?"
A long time ago the standard defense was the 7-diamond, seven players lined up opposite their seven offensive counterparts. In the 1930s and '40s, this gave way to the 6-2-2-1, six linemen, in other words. Tackles still played the offensive tackle head up, or maybe to the outside shoulder. There were two defensive guards inside. They were eliminated when the 4-3 came in, and the tackles now had to move inside or there would be a huge hole over the middle. So they became the guards of yesteryear, while the defensive ends became the tackles.
A slightly screwy question, I admit, but it was nothing compared to what's coming now. It's from
"I read about something called the A11 offense in today's
Well, there was this one game I saw in Kezar Stadium, when six Hell's Angels came roaring in with this wideout tied to the handlebars of the bike, then they shot him across the... "OH FOR GOD'S SAKE!" hollers F------Red----, still annoyed that I soured her act, 'ANSWER THE GUY'S QUESTION!" OK, Dan. Call off your dog. Everyone had a Muddle Huddle play, quarterback over the center, rest of the offense shifts wide to one side, ball is snapped and all hell breaks loose. Personally, I liked that gimmick the Steelers used to do when
I remember calling Walsh a couple of days later and asking him what he was thinking of. The time to have done it was at the end of the HALF, not the game itself.
"A poor decision," Walsh said in that scholarly way of his. "Very ill advised."
You know something. I enjoyed this so much, going back through my rapidly fading memory, that I am anointing you, Dan Rothberg, my E-mailer of the Week.
Somewhere in the mists of yesteryear, like 1959, I was plugging away at my first newspaper job, high school reporter and other things at the
Wine question from Dileep of L.A., again. Nothing definitive from me on Brown Estate's Cab except that it's expensive, and I'm totally blank on Elizabeth Spencer. I'm sorry but there are so many boutique wineries springing up these days that your faithful narrator is overwhelmed. Good California reds for laying down for a few years? How about Dick Vermeil's Over the Edge Charbono, a rare and beautiful grape, not very well known. Look for the '05 vintage.