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Sports geek week
Jun. 29th, 2024 13:02I grew up listening on the radio to Wake Forest play basketball, the Yankees playing baseball and watched Green Bay (Lombardi era) playing football. All American.
Today I'm watching the Tour De France first stage, Copa America and European Championship Soccer topped off with Austin FC's game tonight, and tomorrow will start watching Wimbledon (well, that has not changed, Mom).
I'm awash in sports that I like and none of them are the core American ones I grew up with. I'll likely watch some NFL this fall but I don't care much about it unless Jacksonville, Dallas, or Houston are doing well. I used to live for it.
Baseball decided to leave my life with strike after strike. When the transistor radio was invented and I could get one I would put it in my pocket and run the earpiece up my sleeve so I could hear the Yankees and Red Socks play the World Series. During the day. In class and after on the bus home. When I live in San Diego I went to games all the time. It was wonderful. The Padres sucked, tickets were cheap.
The first time they went on strike through the World Series I walked. Football much the same. I grew up with it had the first New Orleans Saints poster on my wall, read Gerry Kramer's wonderful book, Instant Replay, about playing with the Packers in the 60's. But the game left me. Greed, for lack of a better word.
So, other than that, things are Ok here. I'm about right on the healing graph. Still in more pain than I'd like. Still can't sleep on my side yet but I can sit, carefully, for a little while now. Still doing my exercises. Day to day. Incremental change. But I'm REALLY glad I thought to replenish my supply of pain pills before the weekend.
Other than that.
Most useless daily message on Alexa: Extreme heat warning. I've no idea how that helps. It is not like a tornado warning, or snow, or sleet or flooding. I have to turn off three warnings every day. Which means probably another 100 days worth at 3 a day. Three hundred warnings that it will be hot today in Texas.
Today I'm watching the Tour De France first stage, Copa America and European Championship Soccer topped off with Austin FC's game tonight, and tomorrow will start watching Wimbledon (well, that has not changed, Mom).
I'm awash in sports that I like and none of them are the core American ones I grew up with. I'll likely watch some NFL this fall but I don't care much about it unless Jacksonville, Dallas, or Houston are doing well. I used to live for it.
Baseball decided to leave my life with strike after strike. When the transistor radio was invented and I could get one I would put it in my pocket and run the earpiece up my sleeve so I could hear the Yankees and Red Socks play the World Series. During the day. In class and after on the bus home. When I live in San Diego I went to games all the time. It was wonderful. The Padres sucked, tickets were cheap.
The first time they went on strike through the World Series I walked. Football much the same. I grew up with it had the first New Orleans Saints poster on my wall, read Gerry Kramer's wonderful book, Instant Replay, about playing with the Packers in the 60's. But the game left me. Greed, for lack of a better word.
So, other than that, things are Ok here. I'm about right on the healing graph. Still in more pain than I'd like. Still can't sleep on my side yet but I can sit, carefully, for a little while now. Still doing my exercises. Day to day. Incremental change. But I'm REALLY glad I thought to replenish my supply of pain pills before the weekend.
Other than that.
Most useless daily message on Alexa: Extreme heat warning. I've no idea how that helps. It is not like a tornado warning, or snow, or sleet or flooding. I have to turn off three warnings every day. Which means probably another 100 days worth at 3 a day. Three hundred warnings that it will be hot today in Texas.