There are two things of which one can be sure in the year 2014: 1.) assume you’re being recorded and/or videotaped every moment of your life; and 2.) the P.C. police always wins.
Thanks, Commissioner, for making the easiest heroic decision of all time. And will Donald Sterling pull a Paterno and conveniently expire? The NBA can only hope.
In an unrelated story, my adopted hometown is changing its name from Sterling to Metta World Peace, Virginia.
Here facing my first Monday in forever with no Archer and no HIMYM, I can at least bask in that Monday morning post-Mad Men glow. Last night’s episode was the best of the season thus far. Good to see Betty again, good to see Roger and Bert, good to see Don being Don.
Well, we’ll see. It’ll be good to see.
Maybe I expected too much from Fargo.
Yeah, they’ve got me for however many episodes they put out this season, but I’ve decided the show is just not as good as I thought it would be. (No one even died in the last episode!)
Still, though, there’s enough star power and enough possibilities left for me to be pleasantly surprised, and perhaps secretly I plan to be.
Monday night’s finale to Archer‘s fifth season was a welcome beacon in a sea of so-so television thus far this spring. It gave me pretty much every reason why I watch the show (including some classic speeches) and left us, I think, happily, back to where we were before this season.
Well, with one important difference. But I can relate.
I can relate.
Okay, okay, it’s been only two episodes, but this season’s episodes of Mad Men have left a bit to be desired. Somehow there are too many side plots, too many characters, and not enough Don Draper being awesome. “Stuck in neutral” is the phrase that comes to mind. Hopefully they’re gearing up for something big.
Good Friday? Well, pretty good. Just pretty good. I think Saturdays are better personally.
I can’t exactly say, “I’ve been waiting 18 years…,” because I never thought someone would actually make the movie Fargo into a TV series. But that someone has done, and bless them for it.
I don’t know exactly what to expect with Fargo. Just that it involves Billy Bob Thornton and is based on the Coen brothers movie of the same title. That’s good enough for me, and last night’s series premiere did not disappoint.
And thank you, world, for continuing to make entertaining things for me to watch on TV. Seriously.
Well, it wasn’t exactly a win for the ages, but Bubba Watson’s second green jacket in three years had me dusting off my golf clap for the first time in months.
And once again one of my childhood heroes, Fred Couples, fooled me into thinking he instead might pull off the second green jacket bit (thus becoming the oldest player ever to win a major), but at least his collapse was later than usual this year. Still, god damn that’s fun to root for.
And now, friends… baseball.
Late night Masters highlights on CBS. Damn there’s nothing classier. Just hearing that piano music brings me back to about 1992. This is going to be a good weekend.
The University of Connecticut pulls off the college basketball sweep? (For the second time I might add, and it’s the only school ever to do so.) The only thing sweeter than that is having The Masters begin the same week as the conclusion to March Madness.
Check!
