Edward Woodward is The Equalizer
As I no doubt mentioned in some pitiful text message or other, I find lately that the degree to which I am able to become invested in sports seems to increase proportionally with the degree to which I give up on my dreams. Good times.
With that in mind, I would like to say that Ray Allen's 45-point performance against the Kings the other night was amazing, and filled me with the tiny inkling--one which I know so well, having seen it dashed so many times by Seattle's eternal gag reflex in moments of pressure or potential glory--that the Sonics could conceivably go all the way. And not just all the way to game 5. I have to tamp this idea down (not that I could claim to be hardcore anyway), but that little taste was pretty delicious.
Also, not for nothing, but by all appearances, Allen is twice the man Gary Payton ever was. Perhaps not in terms of numbers or longevity, but certainly in terms of grace and stealth. What I mean to say is that Gary is a whiny little biz-natch, and always was, even when he was the best Sonic in history. I loved watching him play, LOVED IT. But the fact is, he was a hero with the oldest tragic flaw in the book: hubris. Of course the Lakers' dynasty crumbled the year he came on board; you think you can disappoint the gods and not bring that shit with you?
Speaking of gods, can I please just say a brief word about my growing love for soccer? I can't say I love the George and Dragon Pub, but i do love going there to watch soccer. Last night was Arsenal vs. West Brom. I'm not even sure I know what "Brom" is short for. I'm not even sure I care. I just love the game, and in a way that allows me to think of it as removed from the more grating elements I typically associate with sports-enjoyment culture. There's a thrill of discovery; not of the sport itself, which I played quite a bit of as a kid, and in high school, but of the teams, the leagues, the seasons, the cosmology. It's very corny, but I equate it somewhat with my discovery of the musical underground in the early '90s--of course it had been there all along, but the sense of gaining access to the many splendors is kind of exhilarating.
Said the incredible nerd.
Speaking of indie rock, the new John Vanderslice record is astonishing. Coming out hard August 23. Which is probably around the time that the new HD record will be made available, too...
With that in mind, I would like to say that Ray Allen's 45-point performance against the Kings the other night was amazing, and filled me with the tiny inkling--one which I know so well, having seen it dashed so many times by Seattle's eternal gag reflex in moments of pressure or potential glory--that the Sonics could conceivably go all the way. And not just all the way to game 5. I have to tamp this idea down (not that I could claim to be hardcore anyway), but that little taste was pretty delicious.
Also, not for nothing, but by all appearances, Allen is twice the man Gary Payton ever was. Perhaps not in terms of numbers or longevity, but certainly in terms of grace and stealth. What I mean to say is that Gary is a whiny little biz-natch, and always was, even when he was the best Sonic in history. I loved watching him play, LOVED IT. But the fact is, he was a hero with the oldest tragic flaw in the book: hubris. Of course the Lakers' dynasty crumbled the year he came on board; you think you can disappoint the gods and not bring that shit with you?
Speaking of gods, can I please just say a brief word about my growing love for soccer? I can't say I love the George and Dragon Pub, but i do love going there to watch soccer. Last night was Arsenal vs. West Brom. I'm not even sure I know what "Brom" is short for. I'm not even sure I care. I just love the game, and in a way that allows me to think of it as removed from the more grating elements I typically associate with sports-enjoyment culture. There's a thrill of discovery; not of the sport itself, which I played quite a bit of as a kid, and in high school, but of the teams, the leagues, the seasons, the cosmology. It's very corny, but I equate it somewhat with my discovery of the musical underground in the early '90s--of course it had been there all along, but the sense of gaining access to the many splendors is kind of exhilarating.
Said the incredible nerd.
Speaking of indie rock, the new John Vanderslice record is astonishing. Coming out hard August 23. Which is probably around the time that the new HD record will be made available, too...
posted by Sean Nelson at 3:54 PM
1 Comments:
Hrm. Dunno whether it's been said, but Brom, is short for West Bromwich, so their full title, is West Bromwich.
It's a little area just to the North West of Birmingham.
I come from Birmingham myself, though I consider myself rather fortunate to have been born in Solihull, which is only five miles away, but because every square inch of England is culturally different, a lot of us consider Solihull to be a much better place than Birmingham.
So, bye for now, or as the commoners would say, Ta-ra a bit.
Simon
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