In the tradition of last yearÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s post for Trumbull IslandÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Decade-Ending List bonanza, where I threw together a list of the coolest/un-coolest athletes of the 2000Ã¢â‚¬â„¢s, hereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s my take on 2010. Some of the same names made it to this yearÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s list, since theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re still cool/uncool a year later. I have to admit that the research for this was non-exhaustive, and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not sure IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m actually qualified to be an arbiter of cool anyway, so feel free to point out anyone IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve missed.
Back in October, my girlfriend asked me at some point if IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d ever considered getting a Christmas tree, to which I responded with an open-minded Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hell no.Ã¢â‚¬Â
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve never particularly liked Christmas, and only in recent years began not to despise it. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Jewish, and I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even like those holidays. For me, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s always been Halloween or bust, with New YearÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s and July 4th being somewhat acceptable.
I found the holiday season to be a nuisance at best. My parents were careful to give me a great Chanukah experience growing up, but as one of two Jews in my entire high school, I was surrounded by a holiday that I had nothing to do with. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but feel left out, and playing with my friendsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ toys on Christmas morning didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help matters.
My girlfriend is in fact also Jewish. But she grew up in a home that celebrated both holidays, and she wanted a tree to enjoy while visiting my apartment.
In a diabolical move, fully knowing I adore the Snoopy Halloween special, she showed up at my place right before Halloween with the entire line of Hallmark Halloween Peanuts ornaments out of nowhere. I had to admit they were awesome, and I begrudgingly agreed we would find a place to put them.
My apartment — known to my friends as Ã¢â‚¬Å“The Chamber of FearÃ¢â‚¬Â — would have a tree this year.
Note: Keeping up a holiday tradition we started last year, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m posting this in conjunction with good friend and SportsAngle contributor Frank Pepe (even though I certainly have no love lost for Philadelphia). I listened to this last year and enjoyed it a great deal.
Merry Christmas to all. Enjoy Kobe vs. LeBron.
This season means different things to different people. For me, a Canadian transplant living in New York, I mostly just miss Boxing Day. Tonight is Christmas Eve, which I don’t celebrate, though I do celebrate its arrival and the opportunity to listen to my favorite holiday poem, "Twas the Night Before Christmas, Philly Style" by Henry Livingston Jr. and Roy Ziegler.
I wanted to share the poem, which is written out below, on my Web site, but our webmaster reset the password earlier in the week and may or may not be in church, so, long story short, I’m locked out. Esoteric kindly decided to help me out.
With all the hysteria about the Jordan Cool Grey XI re-release the past couple days, some people were thrown back to when they first released in 2001, especially with things once again becoming pretty tense out there at those late-night campouts at the mall.
But some people were thrown back even farther. My friend Kevin, who runs the excellent music blog somuchsilence.com, told me yesterday that he still has his first Air Jordans, given to him in 1985 — which happen to be the first Air Jordans, period.
He sent me some pictures, which IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d like to share. Consider it a small Christmas gift.
The advantage to leading a somewhat nocturnal existence is being able to see a world that people who lead exclusively daytime lifestyles donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get to.
I got this e-mail last week — before Cliff Lee signed with the Phillies — from a good friend who listens to what IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d consider to be an unhealthy amount of Mike Francesa:
Are the Mets looking at anyone? Crawford to Red Sox. Yanks are in hot pursuit of Lee. Angels are looming once again. Why are the Mets second-rate?
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m definitely not opposed to fans having passion for their teams, especially when itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s also my favorite team. But when it gets in the way of patience, not to mention logic and reason, thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s when you have to cast your gaze across town at the excitement surrounding the Knicks, and understand that they are the model outcome for the MetsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ new regime.
Here are my usual laymanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s thoughts on football. As always, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll offer the disclaimer that IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m hardly an authority on the sport.
I went with some friends to a New York City barbecue joint on Sunday to watch the Dolphins-Jets game. When the final seconds ticked off the clock, I high-fived and celebrated with two fellow Dolphins fans, because even though the game was one of the worst in recorded history and our teamÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s probably not going anywhere, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d still rather see your team win than lose.
And, frankly, none of us have any love lost for the Jets, though donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get me wrong, that head coach of theirs is a real peach.
At that moment, some young socialite resplendent in a pink button-down shirt got up with his family to leave the restaurant. As he walked by us, he turned and spat out, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not going to make the playoffs, anyway.Ã¢â‚¬Â Obviously, he was a scorned Jets fan.
We got a good laugh out of this Ã¢â‚¬â€œ I mean, a pink button-down shirt? Ã¢â‚¬â€œ but a little later, I started to wonder: When exactly do we lose our ability to forget the big picture and simply love our teams?
Due to a day trip to Sugar Loaf, N.Y., I missed The Weekly until just now. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have to take my word for it that this came in before the Army-Navy game, especially since Nick just about nailed the score on the nose. Looking forward to his bowl predictions!
In terms of Ã¢â‚¬Å“The Afternoon After/Before,Ã¢â‚¬Â the Winter Meetings (day job) and Kyrie IrvingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s toe injury torpedoed that this week. Look for it early next week after this weekendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s games.
The two-week hiatus was apparently just what the doctor ordered.
The texts and e-mails started rolling in on Wednesday, asking me how I was doing in the wake of Kyrie IrvingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s toe injury. They came from people who know how IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve followed KyrieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s early career over the last year or so.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m obviously concerned, more for him than about anything else. As incredible a player as Kyrie has looked, heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s still a freshman. And I know what itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s like to be a New Jersey kid at Duke, where a 500-mile difference can seem like 500,000 miles when youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re alone.
Despite Mike Krzyzewski saying he could be out for the season, I have to hold on to hope that this year is going to have a happy ending for Kyrie. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s got a tremendous medical staff on his side, and the healing powers of youth.
But a part of me misses a simpler time, watching Kyrie do his thing at high school games at Kean University. And thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a part of him that deep down probably agrees with me.
After a brief reprieve, Nick Benvenuto and The Weekly are back with a vengeance. Considering the nothing I know about college football, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m glad to have him back.
Thanks to a pair of unexpected weekend scenarios, The Weekly took a bit of a hiatus. As I’ve said in the past: no article is better than a half-assed article. But don’t worry, we’re back for the stretch run.
It’s amazing how things can change in two weeks, but the college football landscape isn’t the same as we left it. Boise State’s improbable run to a National Championship has been derailed by two shanked chip shot field goals.
Top ranked Auburn’s Heisman-leading quarterback Cam Newton was declared ineligible. The notoriously slow moving NCAA miraculously found a way to overturn the Newton decision in just one day, furthering the idea that the NCAA does not want TCU to play in the National Championship game.
Speaking of the Horned Frogs, they were a member of the Mountain West Conference when we left you, now they’re the newest member of the Big East. There’s a new twist every week in this sport, and we don’t think Championship Week will be any different. On to the picks…