SOUNDOFF VIDEO: I Think 7/8/12
Time for, I Think. And I promise not to mention the heat.
I think watching Roger Federer play tennis is like hearing Sinatra sing, or seeing Picasso paint.
I don’t know if Federer is greatest of all time, but he’s in the conversation.
Andy Murray carried 74 years of British frustration at Wimbledon, and the scot wore it well.
Murray wanted to win in the worst way, and his emotional post-game speech even made John McEnroe cry.
I think Anderson Silva found the best way to make Chael Sonnen shut his mouth.
Silva beat the living crap out of Sonnen.
I think ADM’s Alec Rash is more mature than I at 18.
Rash just said no to a half million dollars so he can stay in school.
I nearly dropped out when offered assistant manager at the local putt-putt.
The Barnstormers haven’t had the season fans expected, but props to J.J. Rterink for breaking Iowa’s single season passing record previously held by some guy named Kurt Warner. What happened to him anyway?
I think Jeneba Tarmoh hurt herself, and track and field, when she refused a hundred meter run off for a spot in the Olympics.
Tarmoh thought she won the first time, but she should have stopped pouting, and proved she’s faster.
I think it’s disgusting to watch Joey Chestnut eat hot dogs, but I do it anyway.
And don’t try to sell me on competitive eating as a sport. If that were true, B Ross would be in the hall of fame.
I think the Olympic anthem by Muse is way over the top. But add action, it’s stirring.
Get used to this wannabe Queen song. We’re going to hear it nonstop for a month.
And I think “Ted” is crass, crude, and wrong. It’s also the funniest movie I’ve seen this year.
As Major League Baseball pulls into the All-Star Break, I think I can`t help but count the ways that the All-Star Game has been cheapened. Interleague play might be the main culprit, but so are the gigantic rosters…
David Freese didn`t make the first, second or third cuts, but when Matt Kemp went down, he got in.
Same thing with Matt Holliday, who made the team after Yadier Molina took bereavement leave. We`re reaching the point where the All-Star game is about as selective as that ‘Who`s Who in America’ yearbook they try to sell to you in high school.
I think I love hot dogs enough to absolutely stuff myself on them, but I watch Joey Chestnut soak the buns in water and then bulge out every vein in his forehead to keep it all down and the whole contest seems a lot less appealing.
Why can`t the Olympics begin right now? By August, we`ll have NFL Training Camp and the State Fair, but right now we`re stuck with hot dog contests and news stories about people baking cookies on their dashboards!
Yesterday, my neighborhood association had its annual meeting, and this year was an election year. After considering how thankless, inconvenient and often difficult the job of neighborhood association president can be, we quickly re-elected the current president with a unanimous vote and moved on to cold beer and hot dogs. Why can`t every election go like that?
Rumor has it the internet is supposed to crash at midnight, tonight. Good. That`ll keep me from watching youtube videos of fat guys on tire swings until two in the morning and force me to do something more productive.
Finally, I think we`re all tired of hearing about the heat but certainly not tired of talking about it. We`re so fixated on it that every casual conversation out there sounds like Rain Man is involved. ‘Dad lets me drive slow on the driveways…and by the way, with the humidity, it feels like it`s 115.’