So naturally, instead of leaving well-enough alone (read “Die Hard,” “American Pie,” etc.), I’ve decided to pen what’s bound to be a less-fulfilling sequel. So be it.
But given that it’s still sort of a dead zone in the sports world, a boring Friday before the 4th of July got my mind wandering and, thus, wondering …
Have you ever noticed that singer David Gray babbles on and on while singing his hit single “Babylon”? Moreover, have you noticed that Macy Gray (no relation) babbles on and on while singing, well, anything? Can’t make out her lyrics no matter how hard, you know, “I Try.”
Does the guy who finishes second in the annual hot-dog eating contest on the 4th of July feel like a real weiner? Moreover, does the first-place finisher earn this distinction? If the winner were to taunt his opponent, would it be considered hot-dogging? Will Limp Bizkit try to revive its “career” by showing up at the event and handing out copies of the CD “Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavored Water”? Has anyone ever ate a chocolate starfish … or drank hotdog flavored water? Will anyone admit to buying this album?
Whatever happened to that Elian Gonzalez kid? Dude was all the rage back in the day, at least for a few days … though I can’t remember why. If he comes across the border again, would he be considered an Illegal Elian? Is it possible this is the same kid playing first base for the San Diego Padres, under the alias “Adrian” Gonzalez? I also seem to recall that Elian had a smokin’ hot sister, though I can’t remember what she looks like.
During a 9-hour drive, has anyone ever made his first stop for gasoline and a bite to eat at the 7 ½-hour mark? If not, then does the concept of the seventh-inning stretch in baseball make any sense at all? Doesn’t some time around the 5th inning seem more appropriate? (Good call, Stacy).
Roger Federer has a chance to make tennis history by winning his 15th major should he defeat Andy Roddick in the Wimbledon final (he’s a -750 favorite at www.bookmaker.com). Lance Armstrong has a chance to make more cycling history provided he can, ahem, “sack up,” call upon some more doping-induced endurance and win his seventh Tour de France. Does anyone care?
Has anyone ever bothered to tell “comedian” Gallagher that smashing watermelons with a meat cleaver was sort of funny … the first time? Rhetorical question.
Peace out.







