Fascinating article. Oddly enough, the registration feature on the website the article references is down right now. Oh, how will I ever know where I stand without the machine telling me?
Just saw this item in a sports business trade newsletter: "Golf Digest has released its ranking of the Top 15 golfing presidents with President-elect Barack Obama occupying the 8 th spot, between Bill Clinton and Ronald Reagan. The top-five golfing presidents, as determined by their handicap index, were John Kennedy, Dwight Eisenhower, Gerald Ford, Franklin Roosevelt and George H.W. Bush (Golf Digest)." That's a terrible joke to make about FDR. Golf Digest, shame on you.
The Stanley Cup playoffs continue to surprise me. Not in a good way either. I expected the final a long and entertaining series full of highly skilled, exciting play. Instead it has been largely a snoozefest with Detroit embracing a boring defense-first system that is aided and abetted by referees who appear to have been instructed by the league to call it like it’s 1999. On top of that, we have the sad ballad of Evgeni Malkin. Poor Evgeni is tired. It’s so hard to be a professional hockey player. Listen to his tale of woe from between games one and two in the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review: "I'm just tired," Malkin said. "Practice is long. The season is long. I feel bad." Awww...poor guy. Imagine how he’d feel if the Pens had played more than two games over the minimum you can play in the first 3 rounds and make the final. In just a few days Malkin has gone from being the guy that some overzealous writers called “this generation’s Messier to Crosby’s Gretzky...
It’s T minus 2 days until the Great Scandinavian Adventure. Today I’m making my packing lists. I just made the list of clothes to bring and was about it print it when I realized that I hadn’t put any pants on the list. What kind of bizarre psychological slip is that? People are talking about their summer vacations around the office and when engaged I’m trying to steer those conversations toward what the other person is doing. If you ask enough questions and feign enough interest people are perfectly willing to go on about their own trips and not ask about yours. That’s a good thing because I’ve been irritated by the reaction I consistenly get from anyone at my office who finds out where I'm going. The reaction is inevitably a look or utter perplexity followed by the question “Why are you going there?” The last time it came from someone who was excitedly describing the minute details of the Nickelodeon cruise he was taking (“Character breakfasts for the kids!”) which soun...
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And how do I damage my prefrontal cortex so I can get rid of this nagging harrumph?