I’m in the middle of two stories right now, both related, I suppose, to the idea of manhood. One more explicitly than the other. The first is my new book, To Raise a Boy, by Emma Brown, she of I-broke-the-Brett-Kavanaugh-
Never mind cellphones and the Internet. I try to tell my son I grew up in a world without strawberry milkshake PopTarts and the boy just doesn’t believe me.
Seriously, who could imagine such an existence?
Coca-Cola Tic Tacs.
Wow.
It’s like my two favorite things in the world had a beautiful child together for me to enjoy.
Thank you, world. Thank you.
I received at my home the other day the alumni magazine for George Mason University. Never mind that I am not a George Mason alum and neither is anyone in my family, I do enjoy perusing its pages.
Imagine my surprise when I turned open the front cover and found on its reverse side a picture of a recent GMU basketball game.
With my wife and son sitting in the stands.
Well, their cardboard cutouts.
Me? I must be next to my wife, seated behind the support pole for the home team’s basket.
Even my cardboard cutout gets an obstructed view seat.
My hometown baseball club (that would be the Washington Nationals) had to wait a few days for its season opener following several positive COVID tests among players and staff members last week. What was supposed to be an April 1 open against the Mets became an April 6 opener against the Braves.
For Nats fans it was worth the wait.
MVP candidate (I’m calling this already) Juan Soto delivered the game-winning hit in the bottom of the ninth inning, a game started by Cy Young candidate (calling that one too) Max Scherzer.
All 12 people in Nats Park were ecstatic.
[Editor’s note: Official attendance for the game was 4,801.]
Still undefeated in ’21!
I tell my students all the time… ignore the outliers.
After all the upsets and crazy buzzer-beater endings what did we end up with? Arguably the best two teams playing each other.
Complaints?
None.
Predictions?
Well, I’ll admit I’ve got a selfish reason to see Gonzaga finish off its perfect season.
My bracket was busted long ago, so I’m not winning any big contests or anything, just the possibility of winning a small contest in my own home. That would be me versus the missus, who has a narrow lead on me going into the final. She’s got Baylor, I’ve got Gonzaga. See where this is going? This one’s for all the marbles.
No money, just 11 months of bragging rights.
And oh boy that’s worth about a billion dollars right there.
Such a delight to see the team of my youth, they known as the Bronx Bombers, face off yesterday against their division rival Toronto Blue Jays. Never mind the final score or the arctic conditions. Consider the Blue Jays’ infield, which featured Vladimir Guerrero Jr. at first base, Bo Bichette at shortshop, and Cavan Biggio at third.
Do those surnames sound familiar?
It’s gotten to the point I am now watching children of players with whom I grew up.
Have I been doing this for an entire generation?
Yeah, pretty much.
And it’s been fantastic.
Two of my favorite musicians of all time are Paul McCartney and Beck.
Imagine my surprise in discovering this week that those two have combined forces on a new single. It’s called “Find My Way,” and yeah, it’s available everywhere.
Available. Not one I need to listen to often.
Still like those guys.
Better as friends than as a couple.
Still trying to find their way.
(I couldn’t decide which closer I liked better so I used them both.)
There are a billion things wrong with this year’s NCAA Tournament (and COVID life in general), but this one they got right. Due to travel restrictions or time needed to disinfect the courts or some such thing the third and fourth-round games of this year’s tournament are being played Saturday-Tuesday, not Thursday-Sunday.
Why does this matter? Well, it means there’s still more basketball tonight and tomorrow.
Ordinarily I’d balk at the idea of playing games until midnight on a school night…
Spring Break, baby!
Gotta hand it to long-established, big-name brands still experimenting with new creations decades into their existences.
Reese’s putting pretzel bits in their peanut butter cups? Safe choice, but no less delicious.
Coca-Cola mixing orange and vanilla to its classic blend? (Actually I’ve been doing that one for years.)
And the good folks at Nabisco, putting out… wait for it… Strawberry Donut Oreos.
Wow.
The world just keeps getting more interesting all the time.