It is stinging cold. Self is going to return the Netflix movie she’s hung on to for two months: “Serenity” — BWAH HA HA. That last shot of Sean Maher is priceless — so that she can get “Clash of the Titans.” (What has happened to Sam Worthington, whose name was last year on everyone’s tongue? Today self heard that James Cameron’s next two movies will be “Avatar 2” and “Avatar 3.” Just now, self looks up “Clash of the Titans” Tomato-meter ranking. Uh-oh.)
Self has been sticking close to home, filled with anticipation for the first game of the World Series, at AT & T Park. Called son to tell him to watch, but he said he didn’t have time, Boo.
The latest issue of Sports Illustrated (Hubby’s been a faithful subscriber for years and years) has a feature article on Rangers pitcher Cliff Lee. SI’s writer (Tom Verducci) really goes over-the-top for this one, writing, among other things:
- Cliff Lee wears forbearance like the wisp of whiskers below his lower lip.
- … Lee has the cool, understated mien of someone handed the answers to a test the night before the exam.
- The lefthander is more than the central character of this Series: He looms above it like the Sun above the Earth.
Ehem! The Sun above the Earth! That has got to be the most florid sports writing self has ever encountered in the pages of Sports Illustrated! Clearly, SI expects the Rangers to win the Series (But, perhaps as a sop to the Giants, says the Rangers will win in seven)
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Top of the 4th, Lincecum had a muy shaky start, but he’s settled down. Game is tied: 2-2.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.