A couple years ago I was sitting in Ruby Tuesdays when my friend turned to me and did a play on the famous Friday’s commercial by saying: “In here, it’s always Tuesday.” Since I have moved to Cleveland, I have realized there is nothing wrong with Tuesdays. Personally I love going out on Tuesday nights because there are so many great deals in Cleveland. Last night I frequented two of my favorite Tuesday night spots.
We started the evening off at the Winking Lizard with the thirty cent wings which are always complemented well with the huge beer selection available to satiate your palate. You can’t beat getting 40 wings for twelve dollars especially when you can get so many different flavors including our personal favorites: cajun, caribbean spice, spicy garlic, spicy bar-b-q and teriyaki all ordered in increments of five and ten washed down with a cold Stella Artois. There was one small problem last night when they got the Heineken and Stella taps mixed up and apparently Liz and I were the first ones to notice. Personally I think we should have gotten a free meal out of it. Think of all those poor people who left Winkling Lizard last night only to believe that Stella Artois tastes like Heineken. Oh the horror!
After Winkling Lizard we headed into Tremont for Taco Tuesday. Taco Tuesday used to be our Tuesday staple but too much of a good thing is just too much. Nonetheless for the cheapest and best-tasting tacos on the west side along with really cheap Mexican beer including my personal favorite, the Dos Equis Special Lager, you must try out Taco Tuesday. Lincoln Park Pub has been described as Dive Chic and I think that is the perfect descriptor. It's a little bit of everything. There are so many different tables of people there, which is what makes it so fun. Usually you have the men who just got off work with their suits on, the Cleveland women’s rugby team, the hippies from the Tremont area, those who came in to play darts vs. those who prefer Golden Tee vs. those who play pool, the acting and theatre crowd and the punk crowd. Mix all of these people together with a great jukebox, throw in Mexican food and beer in an Irish pub and you have a great Tuesday night on the near west side.
Another fun option for us on Tuesday nights is the Flying Fig Happy Hour which I have already talked about on this site. If you aren’t in the mood for a sports bar or an Irish pub and you want out of this world food for cheap Happy Hour prices you must try the Flying Fig. This is all I will say on this subject because I could go on and on about how everyone should try this Happy Hour at least once in their life.
There you have it. Never a boring Tuesday and so many reasons to not be stuck in front of the television watching American Idol on Tuesday nights. If anyone reading this has further insight on interesting and cheap hot spots on the west side, I would be extremely interested to learn more about things going on in my city.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
It's Good to Have Options
Whenever I close my eyes, the only thing I can see is the way my brackets may or may not play out this weekend. I have worked out every possible scenario in my head. There are six possible options for me in two different pools to come out on top after this tournament. (At least I have kept myself in it until Monday night.)
Option 1: Illinois vs. Michigan State, Illinois Winner = $500.00
Option 2: Illinois vs. Michigan State, MSU Winner=$125.00
Option 3: Illinois vs. North Carolina, North Carolina Winner = $300.00
Option 4/5: Louisville vs. Michigan State, Winner Doesn’t Matter = $125.00
Option 6: Louisville vs. North Carolina, North Carolina Winner = $300.00
All of these options would be incredible and much-needed so keep your fingers crossed. Hopefully I will be enjoying "One Shining Moment" a little more this year.
Option 1: Illinois vs. Michigan State, Illinois Winner = $500.00
Option 2: Illinois vs. Michigan State, MSU Winner=$125.00
Option 3: Illinois vs. North Carolina, North Carolina Winner = $300.00
Option 4/5: Louisville vs. Michigan State, Winner Doesn’t Matter = $125.00
Option 6: Louisville vs. North Carolina, North Carolina Winner = $300.00
All of these options would be incredible and much-needed so keep your fingers crossed. Hopefully I will be enjoying "One Shining Moment" a little more this year.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Whack-A-What?
In case you aren’t in the University Circle social circle, you may not know Case Western Reserve University has opened a big sports bar right in the middle of its student center. The name of this bar? Wackadoos. Apparently it’s a chain, but there are only five other locations, three of which are in Florida and the other one is in St. Louis. Nothing has ever seemed more out of place than a sports bar on Case’s campus. If you are not familiar with the athletic makeup at Case, you have a Division III athletic department where you can find more jocks in the science clubs than on the football field.
To complement the sporty feel, there are old Case uniforms hanging up on these big pieces of netting. These jerseys must be from the many All-American athletes that have gone to school here at Case. (I would challenge one person eating there right now to name somebody who has even been inducted in the Case Athletic Hall of Fame.) Next to these jerseys you find the bar with flowing draft beer. Last time I checked, there were no bars near the university and now all the sudden there is one right in the student center where I am yet to see somebody get carded when they order a beer. I smell liability seeping through those hops and barley.
If you are lucky enough, you are distracted by the décor and the beer because the service is funny. There is no rhyme or reason to the organization of this place. You walk in, see 50 tables and sit down at one. At this point, in a matter of minutes, you will have three different servers come up and ask you if you would like something to drink because nobody seems to know whose table is whose in the whole restaurant. You can tell a lot of the workers don't have restaurant experience so they are just walking all over the place in these red shirts with these confused looks on their faces. It reminds me of one big bee hive with all of these workers (bees) just running around trying to accomplish a task but with very little direction. The food is average and it is very hard to get a server to come back to your table if you need anything. They give you your check after you order but before you get your food so they don’t really have to come back again until the end which is usually the next time you see them. I have a feeling your best bet here might just be to mosey up to the bar, get a draft beer and try to figure out whose jersey you are sitting under.
To complement the sporty feel, there are old Case uniforms hanging up on these big pieces of netting. These jerseys must be from the many All-American athletes that have gone to school here at Case. (I would challenge one person eating there right now to name somebody who has even been inducted in the Case Athletic Hall of Fame.) Next to these jerseys you find the bar with flowing draft beer. Last time I checked, there were no bars near the university and now all the sudden there is one right in the student center where I am yet to see somebody get carded when they order a beer. I smell liability seeping through those hops and barley.
If you are lucky enough, you are distracted by the décor and the beer because the service is funny. There is no rhyme or reason to the organization of this place. You walk in, see 50 tables and sit down at one. At this point, in a matter of minutes, you will have three different servers come up and ask you if you would like something to drink because nobody seems to know whose table is whose in the whole restaurant. You can tell a lot of the workers don't have restaurant experience so they are just walking all over the place in these red shirts with these confused looks on their faces. It reminds me of one big bee hive with all of these workers (bees) just running around trying to accomplish a task but with very little direction. The food is average and it is very hard to get a server to come back to your table if you need anything. They give you your check after you order but before you get your food so they don’t really have to come back again until the end which is usually the next time you see them. I have a feeling your best bet here might just be to mosey up to the bar, get a draft beer and try to figure out whose jersey you are sitting under.
Win, Place or Show
After the best weekend of college basketball I have ever seen, I sit in the top three of all the tournament pools I have entered. My big three (Louisville, Illinois and North Carolina) barely escaped this past weekend but are going to St. Louis nonetheless. If I am able to win with one of these brackets, it will be the first time since I picked UConn, while everyone else took Duke in 1999, that I have won some money in this madness.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Thank Yous All Around
Last night was incredible. It was one of those perfect nights when you are surrounded by good people, including some you haven’t seen since college, with good music and some unknown crazies on the side. The Indigo Girls show last night may be the best I have ever seen. From Least Complicated to the incredible encore-Chickenman/Bitterrrot and Galileo-they held my attention, minus Emily’s solo on the piano when everyone ran to the bathroom, including myself. I just wanted to thank Vicki, Kate, Mindy, Liz, Amy and Emily for an incredible night. Oh and ESPN. I also wanted to thank ESPN for being there when I needed them after the concert to catch my scores at the beginning of the 2 am Sportscenter. Louisville is really starting to make me look smart. Hopefully that makes up for my Syracuse Final Four pick.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Closer to Fine
I am excited to say that tonight I am going to the Indigo Girls concert. The Indigo Girls are a band I have followed since 1992 and yet I feel as if they have followed me through most of my life. Many major events in my life are integrated with an Indigo Girls song because they were there with me during what I consider to be my formative years (18-25). To me the Indigo Girls are: my first real concert, my first real everything, rainy nights in the Flats at Nautica, cold winter drives from Cleveland to Columbus, beautiful summer drives from Columbus to Athens, waiting in line for front row tickets my first year in college, men grasping their girlfriends hands for dear life, campfire-like sing-alongs, Amy and Emily laughing at one another on stage, my friend Brandi turning to me at my first concert and noticing my eyes so big from wonderment, fights with my friends over Amy vs. Emily’s musical talents, the camaraderie shared during each of their songs with a beer at the end of one arm and your other arm around your best friend.
Like the first concert I was able to go to in high school, this concert will also be free. My friend Vicki was nice enough to invite Liz and I along for a birthday surprise for our friend Kate. I haven’t been to a show since Mindy and I decided to go see them at the last minute (as usual with our comings and goings) at the Agora a few years back. If I had to guess I would say I have seen them ten times in various venues and setups but tonight will be different because I will be going with Liz. It will be her first Indigo Girls concert and I feel like she is about to enter a part of my life I have yet to share with her. In many ways I have grown up without them over the past couple years, which is unfortunate. Yet today I count down the hours until I see them on stage, just like I used to ten years ago. I am feeling like a little kid chomping at the bit to be a part of all that is the Indigo Girls and I can't wait to share this experience with the person I share my life with on a daily basis.
Like the first concert I was able to go to in high school, this concert will also be free. My friend Vicki was nice enough to invite Liz and I along for a birthday surprise for our friend Kate. I haven’t been to a show since Mindy and I decided to go see them at the last minute (as usual with our comings and goings) at the Agora a few years back. If I had to guess I would say I have seen them ten times in various venues and setups but tonight will be different because I will be going with Liz. It will be her first Indigo Girls concert and I feel like she is about to enter a part of my life I have yet to share with her. In many ways I have grown up without them over the past couple years, which is unfortunate. Yet today I count down the hours until I see them on stage, just like I used to ten years ago. I am feeling like a little kid chomping at the bit to be a part of all that is the Indigo Girls and I can't wait to share this experience with the person I share my life with on a daily basis.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Dear Mindy
(Mindy just replied to my blog and wanted to know my take on Paul Silas and Barry Bonds)
Dear Mindy,
First off, I wanted to say that I don’t really care about Barry Bonds, therefore writing about him is just no fun at all. The guy isn’t even a real human being. He practically admitted to taking steroids yet all of his records will stand forever. I agree they should level the playing field in baseball but at this point it would just be easier to get everyone to take steroids. Anyway, he is a whiner. The media has finally broken him down? He needs to get over himself. This new development has now turned him into San Francisco’s biggest martyr and that’s a tough job.
As for Paul Silas, when he was hired I was ecstatic. I thought he would be a great coach for the CAVS and a wonderful mentor for LeBron. However, after watching the way the team performed last night with a new coach, I can’t say I am upset he is gone. We have been looking for a solid rotation all year and we did not get that from him. In his last game as coach, our bench scored one point. That’s pathetic. I will agree though it wasn’t all Silas’ fault as he pointed out this morning. Jim Paxson has a lot to do with the problems. There isn’t a whole lot you can do when the General Manager of your team saturates your roster with seven mediocre wing players. I don’t expect Paxon to be around much longer either. It’s not like he is some genius for picking LeBron in the draft and trading away Tony Battie for Drew Gooden and Anderson Varejao. Way to go, I could have done both of those things in my sleep. I do like Dan Gilbert and I think he is going to be a proactive owner, hopefully one who can find us a solid coach, general manager, shooting guard and point guard in the next seven months. Is that too much to ask?
Your Friend,
Michele
Dear Mindy,
First off, I wanted to say that I don’t really care about Barry Bonds, therefore writing about him is just no fun at all. The guy isn’t even a real human being. He practically admitted to taking steroids yet all of his records will stand forever. I agree they should level the playing field in baseball but at this point it would just be easier to get everyone to take steroids. Anyway, he is a whiner. The media has finally broken him down? He needs to get over himself. This new development has now turned him into San Francisco’s biggest martyr and that’s a tough job.
As for Paul Silas, when he was hired I was ecstatic. I thought he would be a great coach for the CAVS and a wonderful mentor for LeBron. However, after watching the way the team performed last night with a new coach, I can’t say I am upset he is gone. We have been looking for a solid rotation all year and we did not get that from him. In his last game as coach, our bench scored one point. That’s pathetic. I will agree though it wasn’t all Silas’ fault as he pointed out this morning. Jim Paxson has a lot to do with the problems. There isn’t a whole lot you can do when the General Manager of your team saturates your roster with seven mediocre wing players. I don’t expect Paxon to be around much longer either. It’s not like he is some genius for picking LeBron in the draft and trading away Tony Battie for Drew Gooden and Anderson Varejao. Way to go, I could have done both of those things in my sleep. I do like Dan Gilbert and I think he is going to be a proactive owner, hopefully one who can find us a solid coach, general manager, shooting guard and point guard in the next seven months. Is that too much to ask?
Your Friend,
Michele
What Was I Thinking?
Rosie O'Donnell's blog is not the weirdest blog I have ever read. When I say read, I mean I have gone to it more than once. There are a lot of crazies out there that I have happened upon, but to me "read" means more than once. Anyway, I digress. The weirdest blog I have ever read has got to be that of Tucker Max. Tucker Max is a professional partygoer and ladies man. His stories are out of this world--most of them crude and sexist-yet I can't help but read them at times. Anyway for the weirdest blog, check out Mr. Max: www.tuckermax.com
The Weirdest Blog I Have Read
I found this blogsite by chance, and from the research I have done, it is real. They actually did a bit about it in People magazine last week. Does that really count? I say it does. Anyway, check out Rosie O’Donnell’s blog. When I say weird, I mean in the sense where you are sitting there asking yourself if this is really real. She seems jaded, yet incredibly real and at peace these days. I must say, it is fun to see the former diva of daytime talk reciting Eminem lines and relating to them: http://onceadored.blogspot.com
Monday, March 21, 2005
The Unwritten Rule
I called my brother yesterday before I decided to write this entry to get a clarification on something that I had no idea about. I asked him: "Is it an unwritten rule between men not to hit one another in the groin area?" He quickly replied: "Yes it is an unwritten rule!" With that in mind I decided to move on with this entry and to explain to men who don't already know, why men should not hit other men below the belt.
Two weeks ago Wake Forest, one of the top teams in the country, was playing North Carolina State, a team on the verge of not even making it into the NCAA tournament. Wake Forest is led by their All-American point guard, Chris Paul and NC State is led by the reigning conference player of the year, Julius Hodge. Midway through the first half of their last regular-season game against one another, Paul hit Hodge in the groin out of frustration. Hodge crumpled to the court in pain and began shouting obscenitites at Paul. This small event, led to other small events and showed us how very important karma can be.
After this game was over, Chris Paul was suspended for his first conference tournament game which happened to be against NC State. NC State won the tournament game in an upset as Hodge powered his team past a Wake Forest team missing their All-American point guard. Taking that upset into consideration, Wake Forest lost a chance at a number one seed heading into the NCAA tournament. On the other hand, NC State received an at-large bid to the tournament as a number ten seed. This in itself was huge. If Wake had won at least one game in the ACC tournament they could have been a number one seed and perhaps played their first games down the road at the Charlotte Coliseum. Instead Wake Forest was sent to tropical Cleveland Ohio for its first and second round games in the tournament. To make matters worse, Wake Forest was bounced in the second round of the tournament by West Virginia, a huge upset to many people fillling out brackets.
This was a team many picked to make it to the Final Four and they were sent packing before they even got a shot at the regional. On the other hand, NC State is fresh off two upsets in the tournament to make it into the Sweet 16. Julius Hodge and his teammates will be heading to Syracuse next week to play for a chance to advance to the Final Four. Chris Paul will be sitting at home watching Hodge play in those games next week. Funny how karma works, isn't it?
Two weeks ago Wake Forest, one of the top teams in the country, was playing North Carolina State, a team on the verge of not even making it into the NCAA tournament. Wake Forest is led by their All-American point guard, Chris Paul and NC State is led by the reigning conference player of the year, Julius Hodge. Midway through the first half of their last regular-season game against one another, Paul hit Hodge in the groin out of frustration. Hodge crumpled to the court in pain and began shouting obscenitites at Paul. This small event, led to other small events and showed us how very important karma can be.
After this game was over, Chris Paul was suspended for his first conference tournament game which happened to be against NC State. NC State won the tournament game in an upset as Hodge powered his team past a Wake Forest team missing their All-American point guard. Taking that upset into consideration, Wake Forest lost a chance at a number one seed heading into the NCAA tournament. On the other hand, NC State received an at-large bid to the tournament as a number ten seed. This in itself was huge. If Wake had won at least one game in the ACC tournament they could have been a number one seed and perhaps played their first games down the road at the Charlotte Coliseum. Instead Wake Forest was sent to tropical Cleveland Ohio for its first and second round games in the tournament. To make matters worse, Wake Forest was bounced in the second round of the tournament by West Virginia, a huge upset to many people fillling out brackets.
This was a team many picked to make it to the Final Four and they were sent packing before they even got a shot at the regional. On the other hand, NC State is fresh off two upsets in the tournament to make it into the Sweet 16. Julius Hodge and his teammates will be heading to Syracuse next week to play for a chance to advance to the Final Four. Chris Paul will be sitting at home watching Hodge play in those games next week. Funny how karma works, isn't it?
Friday, March 18, 2005
Top O' The Tournament To You
Whatever happens in Cleveland on the first day of March Madness which also falls on St. Patrick’s Day, stays in Cleveland. Yesterday was one of the best St. Patrick’s Days I have had in a long time, though there is nothing too crazy to entertain you with on this day after. Liz and I both had the day off, so we decided to walk from our place down to the parade. The parade turned out to look like every other parade I have ever seen in my life but with a lot more drunk and pushy people. (It was nice to be sober for that event and watch everyone else act like morons for once.) Afterwards we hung out downtown and took the RTA back to our neighborhood haunts. At each bar, we ended up running into a few unexpected guests, which is always such a pleasant surprise. We did end up at this gay bar last night which refused to turn off Will and Grace to put the tournament games on. How was I supposed to know anything else was on TV yesterday? Luckily, I had Mark calling me every 30 minutes to give me updates just like the ESPN ticker. Now that’s the true meaning of family.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Excuse Me Sir, But Could You Please Remove Your Time Clock?
Last night our seats at the CAVS game were directly behind the time clock of the basket closest to us. This meant we could not see anything in front of us going on at the other end of the court. We could tell something was going on at the other end, but we couldn’t see the basket and you had to watch the jumbotron to see if a shot went in or not. The supervisor of ushers was nice enough to move our seats which also happened to be an upgrade so everything worked out well. Well almost everything.
Cleveland is starting to scare me a little bit. Everyone in Gund Arena is now making this crazy, almost gang-like symbol that Usher introduced to Cleveland on Sunday night at the CAVS game. That night he spontaneously unveiled what he calls the Double C at his center courtside seats during the second half of the game. What he did, and what he now has everyone doing, is this: He crossed his arms over his head and made two letter C's with his hands. Everyone they showed on the jumbotron last night was doing it. The poorest city in the country finally has some pride with this symbol. Once again, I have to believe it has something to do with number 23. Speaking of which, I can’t believe how great he played last night. He broke open a poorly played first half by scoring all but two points during the Cavs' 16-3 second-quarter run. He was on fire and is also the best attraction for your entertainment dollar in Cleveland. This is of course all my opinion and that seems to be the only one that matters, at least on this website.
In other news, my boss just said I could take tomorrow off for the St. Patrick's Day Parade. Parade my ass, I got basketball to watch woman! Don’t you know the next two days are my Christmas, New Years, St. Patricks’s and Flag Day all rolled into one. So, yes, I will be taking tomorrow off, but the only green I will be cheering for will be that of the UAB Blazers against LSU in tomorrow’s game.
Cleveland is starting to scare me a little bit. Everyone in Gund Arena is now making this crazy, almost gang-like symbol that Usher introduced to Cleveland on Sunday night at the CAVS game. That night he spontaneously unveiled what he calls the Double C at his center courtside seats during the second half of the game. What he did, and what he now has everyone doing, is this: He crossed his arms over his head and made two letter C's with his hands. Everyone they showed on the jumbotron last night was doing it. The poorest city in the country finally has some pride with this symbol. Once again, I have to believe it has something to do with number 23. Speaking of which, I can’t believe how great he played last night. He broke open a poorly played first half by scoring all but two points during the Cavs' 16-3 second-quarter run. He was on fire and is also the best attraction for your entertainment dollar in Cleveland. This is of course all my opinion and that seems to be the only one that matters, at least on this website.
In other news, my boss just said I could take tomorrow off for the St. Patrick's Day Parade. Parade my ass, I got basketball to watch woman! Don’t you know the next two days are my Christmas, New Years, St. Patricks’s and Flag Day all rolled into one. So, yes, I will be taking tomorrow off, but the only green I will be cheering for will be that of the UAB Blazers against LSU in tomorrow’s game.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
An Actual Conversation Involving TWO Women
Woman 1: I had to go to Kaufmans today to get a camisole for my upcoming show. I saw they had camisoles and shoes on sale, so I decided to stop in and grab one.
Woman 2: Really? They had camisoles on sale?
Woman 1: Yes they even advertised it on the radio.
Woman 2: The radio? Thats funny I have never seen or heard an advertisement for camisoles? Camisoles are those umbrella things, right?
Woman 1: (Mildly Uncontrollable Laughter) No thats a parasol. A camisole is like a tank-top--They are all the rage these days. You are so butch. I can't believe you didn't know what a camisole is.
Woman 2: No wonder I couldn't believe Kaufman's was having a sale on those things.
(In case you were wondering, in this scene Woman 1 was played by Mindy and Woman 2 was played by yours truly. This is a true and rather embarrassing story which took place two days ago.)
Woman 2: Really? They had camisoles on sale?
Woman 1: Yes they even advertised it on the radio.
Woman 2: The radio? Thats funny I have never seen or heard an advertisement for camisoles? Camisoles are those umbrella things, right?
Woman 1: (Mildly Uncontrollable Laughter) No thats a parasol. A camisole is like a tank-top--They are all the rage these days. You are so butch. I can't believe you didn't know what a camisole is.
Woman 2: No wonder I couldn't believe Kaufman's was having a sale on those things.
(In case you were wondering, in this scene Woman 1 was played by Mindy and Woman 2 was played by yours truly. This is a true and rather embarrassing story which took place two days ago.)
Disappointed, Yet Excited All At The Same Time
I must admit I am highly disappointed Carlos Boozer won't be gracing us with his presence this evening at Gund Arena. After breaking my heart last summer and bolting for Salt Lake City, it is the least he can do. I can't believe he won't even be at the game.
As disappointed as I am in the Boozer no-show, I am still more excited the Browns have finally released Courtney Brown. After five long years and only 17 sacks, the Browns decided to make one of the best decisions in franchise history and not pay him the 2.5 million roster bonus he had coming. What a joke he turned out to be. Last month Brown said he would be willing to play linebacker for Romeo Crennel. I don't know about you but it was hard enough for me to try and watch this guy get off the line of scrimmage. I wonder if he thought a running start would make it easier for him to get to the quarterback. I doubt it.
I turned in my brackets today. That sure is a weird feeling. I must admit I tossed and turned a little bit last night with North Carolina but I am sticking with my original Final Four. One thing I can say for sure is this is going to be an incredible tournament and I only wish I could get Thursday off from work without it looking like I am doing it to party on St. Patrick's Day. Thank goodness for www.espn.com live web action. This will be the first Thursday of the tournament I have not had off from work since I started working a full-time job six years ago.
Also, Six Feet Under: Season Three comes out today on DVD. While it is my least favorite season of the series, I still can't wait to see it again. I am hoping my Beijing connection is reading this and can help me find this DVD (wink, wink).
As disappointed as I am in the Boozer no-show, I am still more excited the Browns have finally released Courtney Brown. After five long years and only 17 sacks, the Browns decided to make one of the best decisions in franchise history and not pay him the 2.5 million roster bonus he had coming. What a joke he turned out to be. Last month Brown said he would be willing to play linebacker for Romeo Crennel. I don't know about you but it was hard enough for me to try and watch this guy get off the line of scrimmage. I wonder if he thought a running start would make it easier for him to get to the quarterback. I doubt it.
I turned in my brackets today. That sure is a weird feeling. I must admit I tossed and turned a little bit last night with North Carolina but I am sticking with my original Final Four. One thing I can say for sure is this is going to be an incredible tournament and I only wish I could get Thursday off from work without it looking like I am doing it to party on St. Patrick's Day. Thank goodness for www.espn.com live web action. This will be the first Thursday of the tournament I have not had off from work since I started working a full-time job six years ago.
Also, Six Feet Under: Season Three comes out today on DVD. While it is my least favorite season of the series, I still can't wait to see it again. I am hoping my Beijing connection is reading this and can help me find this DVD (wink, wink).
Monday, March 14, 2005
My Final Four Picks
Here are my picks to get to St. Louis. I am throwing them out there for everyone to see and criticize. I figure it is my duty with this blog to actually give my own picks instead of just being critical of everyone else’s for once.
Illinois: Best Ball Rotation in College Basketball. The most athletic team in the tournament.
Louisville: An athletic and well-coached team in a weak bracket.
North Carolina: I will be surprised if Roy Williams can’t get this team to St. Louis
Syracuse: These players have been there. (Not to mention Duke has no depth)
I am sure next week at this time, I may be eating this entry after just the first round but I wanted to give it a shot.
Illinois: Best Ball Rotation in College Basketball. The most athletic team in the tournament.
Louisville: An athletic and well-coached team in a weak bracket.
North Carolina: I will be surprised if Roy Williams can’t get this team to St. Louis
Syracuse: These players have been there. (Not to mention Duke has no depth)
I am sure next week at this time, I may be eating this entry after just the first round but I wanted to give it a shot.
Does Ohio Have a Chance in Hell?
I am thrilled to death that after a ten-year absence, my alma mater is going back to the NCAA tournament. However they didn’t catch a very good break with their seeding. Ohio will be taking on Florida, a team which has been on a tear the past eight days. The Gators beat Kentucky last week to end the regular season and then blew everyone out in the SEC tournament, including another win over Kentucky yesterday. Florida pounded Kentucky to win the SEC Tournament and in return wound up seeded fourth yesterday opposite the Bobcats who picked up a 13 seed.
Looking at the two teams I don’t have one of those positive feelings for Ohio in the pit of my stomach so I may have to do a little research. There isn’t a whole lot of cross-referencing with these two teams. Ohio lost to Florida International by one point, who lost to Miami (FL) who Florida later lost to as well. Easy enough: Ohio 71, Florida 63. Probably not a very valid point. What else? In three of the last five tournaments a 13 seed has upset a four seed, including a MAC team when Kent State defeated Indiana in 2001. Speaking of the MAC, it’s hard to bet against their teams in the first round. Over the past ten years, a MAC team has won it’s first-round game seven times since the 1995 NCAA tournament. Ohio is still a little different than those teams though.
Ohio wasn’t nearly as consistent as the 1999 Miami team, the 2002 Kent team or the 2003 Central Michigan team. The Bobcats never even saw the likes of the Top 25 all season and they won their conference tournament on a buzzer-beating tip-in--hardly a dominant performance. Yet they are in and they have a coach who has been there who can prepare them. Tim O’Shea was the Associate Head Coach at Boston College in 2001 when the Eagles were seeded number three in the tournament. His experience in the tournament will be the most helpful variable the Bobcats own if they will have a chance in hell of winning this game against Florida.
Looking at the two teams I don’t have one of those positive feelings for Ohio in the pit of my stomach so I may have to do a little research. There isn’t a whole lot of cross-referencing with these two teams. Ohio lost to Florida International by one point, who lost to Miami (FL) who Florida later lost to as well. Easy enough: Ohio 71, Florida 63. Probably not a very valid point. What else? In three of the last five tournaments a 13 seed has upset a four seed, including a MAC team when Kent State defeated Indiana in 2001. Speaking of the MAC, it’s hard to bet against their teams in the first round. Over the past ten years, a MAC team has won it’s first-round game seven times since the 1995 NCAA tournament. Ohio is still a little different than those teams though.
Ohio wasn’t nearly as consistent as the 1999 Miami team, the 2002 Kent team or the 2003 Central Michigan team. The Bobcats never even saw the likes of the Top 25 all season and they won their conference tournament on a buzzer-beating tip-in--hardly a dominant performance. Yet they are in and they have a coach who has been there who can prepare them. Tim O’Shea was the Associate Head Coach at Boston College in 2001 when the Eagles were seeded number three in the tournament. His experience in the tournament will be the most helpful variable the Bobcats own if they will have a chance in hell of winning this game against Florida.
I Could Draw a Bracket Before I Could Tie My Shoes
Ahhh…the Monday after Selection Sunday. Last week I talked about how distracted I was at work--that doesn’t even hold a candle to my day today. You see yesterday I had my brackets drawn and numbered with three hours to spare before the seedings were announced. Today, I will stare at that bracket all day and spend an inordinate amount of time surfing web sites like http://main.uab.edu/ and http://unipanthers.collegesports.com/ to try and figure out the annual 6/11 upset.
Though I am sure it is no secret the person who usually wins the tournament poll I am in isn’t surfing the web right now. No it is the guy who gives his wife a bracket to fill out so that she can pick the teams based on their uniform colors or their mascot. There is no successful method to this March Madness. There isn’t one expert in America today agreeing with another one. It’s a crapshoot. And in the end, the person who wins my particular tournament will probably be the one who likes Carolina Blue or the same person last year who picked those adorable huskies (Washington or UConn) or even the person whose favorite color is orange who could foresee an Oklahoma State and Illinois match-up in the Chicago Regional. For all of you filling out a bracket this year, good luck and may the best basketball junkie or non-junkie win.
Though I am sure it is no secret the person who usually wins the tournament poll I am in isn’t surfing the web right now. No it is the guy who gives his wife a bracket to fill out so that she can pick the teams based on their uniform colors or their mascot. There is no successful method to this March Madness. There isn’t one expert in America today agreeing with another one. It’s a crapshoot. And in the end, the person who wins my particular tournament will probably be the one who likes Carolina Blue or the same person last year who picked those adorable huskies (Washington or UConn) or even the person whose favorite color is orange who could foresee an Oklahoma State and Illinois match-up in the Chicago Regional. For all of you filling out a bracket this year, good luck and may the best basketball junkie or non-junkie win.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Snap, Crackle, POP
Tonight is the opening of an incredible art show being put on at the Gay and Lesbian Center of Cleveland. Liz is a featured artist and she will have five pieces of pop art in the show. The show is being put on by Wild Plum Productions which is a non-profit art and theatre company run by some really incredible people we are lucky enough to know personally. I recommend everyone take a moment to stop into the Center and check out all of the art. The show will run through June 11, 2005. For more information, you can go to the show's website: http://www.lgcsc.org/queerpop.html
Friday, March 11, 2005
After Four, Long, Cold, Dark Months...
...I finally have been reunited with Adelphia Cable and I couldn't be happier. The cable was delivered healthy with everything intact this morning around 9 a.m. I feel like a proud father. This morning before I left for work I told Liz to call me as soon as they left. I waited by the phone all morning. Finally she called at noon and said she went back to bed after Adelphia left this morning. Went back to bed? I have been sitting by the phone worried sick that it never showed up. Nonethless, I am elated! Just the fact that I am going to be able to watch the CAVS on television now is so incredible. Goodbye Joe Tait, Hello Michael Reghi. Oh and lets not forget ESPN, Seinfeld on TBS, Comedy Central, E! True Hollywood Stories, Sundays spent watching sappy Lifetime movies, and all those VH1 countdowns I grew to love over the past couple years to name just a few things.
How appropriate! Out of the blue, Liz just called and said, "I wanted you to know Bowling Green is beating Eastern Michigan 58-49." If I can't be at home watching the MAC women's tournament at least my girlfriend is and she knows exactly what I would be watching. She's the best. This is why I love cable. Oh... and Liz. I love cable and Liz.
In other news, a van pulled out in front of me today trying to make a left-hand turn. The name on the side of the van read: Safe and Sound Transportation System. I love the way life makes you laugh.
How appropriate! Out of the blue, Liz just called and said, "I wanted you to know Bowling Green is beating Eastern Michigan 58-49." If I can't be at home watching the MAC women's tournament at least my girlfriend is and she knows exactly what I would be watching. She's the best. This is why I love cable. Oh... and Liz. I love cable and Liz.
In other news, a van pulled out in front of me today trying to make a left-hand turn. The name on the side of the van read: Safe and Sound Transportation System. I love the way life makes you laugh.
My Poor Inbox
As I sit here putting together the final details of a seven day, six night trip while looking for new jobs, I have noticed my inbox is getting a little out of control on my desk. I am the type of anal person who usually likes to do things as they come to me, but I have really fallen behind this week. The ironic part is that people think I am so busy because I have never had such serious looks on my face as I stare at my computer trying to figure out: in-season vs. out-of-season rates, flight itineraries, ferry and bus schedules, car rental rates, oceanfront vs. ocean view, how to book the bed and breakfast I want, how to find the best Red Sox tickets, how compensation tables work, job descriptions and the best way to restructure my resume. As you can see, I am very busy.
Mid-American Conference Sidenote: Congratulations to my alma mater, Ohio University, for defeating Kent State last night and making it into the MAC semifinals tonight at Gund Arena. I love that my brother called me before he went to the game and said: "What was the name of the point guard who played with Gary Trent...I am trying to impress some guys who graduated from Ohio University." What I said: "That was Geno Ford and it should be really easy to remember because he now coaches for Kent State, so they will be impressed when you mention that as well...don't forget Ohio won the preseason NIT in 1994 with Ford and Trent...good luck impressing them."
Mid-American Conference Sidenote: Congratulations to my alma mater, Ohio University, for defeating Kent State last night and making it into the MAC semifinals tonight at Gund Arena. I love that my brother called me before he went to the game and said: "What was the name of the point guard who played with Gary Trent...I am trying to impress some guys who graduated from Ohio University." What I said: "That was Geno Ford and it should be really easy to remember because he now coaches for Kent State, so they will be impressed when you mention that as well...don't forget Ohio won the preseason NIT in 1994 with Ford and Trent...good luck impressing them."
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Public Property
Last night I decided to add a new element to my exercise schedule. By 6:30 I found myself at the Cuddell Recreation Center on West Boulevard and Detroit-on the near west side of Cleveland-swimming in an Olympic-sized pool. West Boulevard and Detroit isn't exactly the best spot in Cleveland. When weird things happen at RTA stations, for those of you in the suburbs, it is usually at the one across the street from this recreation center.
The whole experience was weird. In the two lanes to my right were two women who could have been Olympians (at least compared to me) who were racing one another in the freestyle. To my immediate left were several older men who were dropped off from their group home to stand in this lane for a half an hour and do nothing but float in and out of my lane. There was really nothing rational I could say to them, I found myself in an aquatic human obstacle course. Also, as I swam I found out why Liz refuses to go into public pools. The first time I came up for air and got water in my mouth I began to panic and was so grossed out. I was in that pool for twenty minutes and could not have gotten into the shower quicker when I got home.
The whole thing reminded me of the Seinfeld episode (Episode 152, The Nap) where Kramer decides to start swimming in the East River. When he starts to stink he says something similar to what Liz said to me last night when I started itching: “Hey I think I know what it is. I think it might be the East River. I think it’s polluted.” The other problem was that I am so out of shape and swimming proved to be a lot tougher than I thought it would be. I had to take breaks because I didn’t trust the lifeguard who was in her late forties and almost twice my size. I tried to pace myself as I swam through the gross water, trying not to get it into my mouth and also trying to dodge the older men drifting into my lane thinking it was their own. No wonder I was so damn tired when I got home.
The whole experience was weird. In the two lanes to my right were two women who could have been Olympians (at least compared to me) who were racing one another in the freestyle. To my immediate left were several older men who were dropped off from their group home to stand in this lane for a half an hour and do nothing but float in and out of my lane. There was really nothing rational I could say to them, I found myself in an aquatic human obstacle course. Also, as I swam I found out why Liz refuses to go into public pools. The first time I came up for air and got water in my mouth I began to panic and was so grossed out. I was in that pool for twenty minutes and could not have gotten into the shower quicker when I got home.
The whole thing reminded me of the Seinfeld episode (Episode 152, The Nap) where Kramer decides to start swimming in the East River. When he starts to stink he says something similar to what Liz said to me last night when I started itching: “Hey I think I know what it is. I think it might be the East River. I think it’s polluted.” The other problem was that I am so out of shape and swimming proved to be a lot tougher than I thought it would be. I had to take breaks because I didn’t trust the lifeguard who was in her late forties and almost twice my size. I tried to pace myself as I swam through the gross water, trying not to get it into my mouth and also trying to dodge the older men drifting into my lane thinking it was their own. No wonder I was so damn tired when I got home.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Two Extremes
In the past two days, I have discovered what the most exciting thing and most stressful things are in my life. The most exciting thing is planning a week-long vacation on the East Coast. The most stressful thing is trying to make a deposit in an ATM machine before you run out of time. Last night I was stuck watching the screen of the ATM and trying to get an envelope and write my information on it in 34 seconds. I felt like I was on some European game show or something.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Are You There God, Its Me Michele
I have been involved in several religious experiences the past couple weeks. I have never been a very religious person and I have always said that is a good thing, at least for me. I think the last time I prayed to God was when I was at the free throw line in high school. I then realized if the only time I was going to call upon him was when I was in the batter's box or at the free throw line then I probably wasn't a true believer. However, I have found that I have made a call out to the big guy on two different occassions recently and now I have started rethinking my whole agnostic stand.
Three weeks ago I was in the dressing room at Syms, trying on a pair of pants I knew would be too small but it was the only pair they had. As I began to pull them up, I started thinking, oh please if only these would fit, oh please, please God. I stopped right then and there. Did I just think: oh please, please God? I couldn't believe I had just thought that. Here I was finding my religion in the Syms dressing room. After fifteen years and all this time my Christian ways still existed on Wilson Mills Road in Mayfield Heights. This morning I had a similar experience at work checking prices on airline tickets (what else would I be doing, work? ha, yeah right). As I sat there during that moment between pressing enter and waiting for the prices to come up, I said oh please God, just find us something under $140 for the days we want and the times we want. I mean the guy did create the world in seven days, this didn't seem like that big of a deal really.
We did get the tickets we wanted but I didn't get the pants, so I guess I am batting .500 with God. (There's a statement you don't hear a whole lot.) However I think I am just going to say it has to do with my karma and leave it at that. I don't think getting the airline tickets I wanted is enough to send me back to church. Amen.
Three weeks ago I was in the dressing room at Syms, trying on a pair of pants I knew would be too small but it was the only pair they had. As I began to pull them up, I started thinking, oh please if only these would fit, oh please, please God. I stopped right then and there. Did I just think: oh please, please God? I couldn't believe I had just thought that. Here I was finding my religion in the Syms dressing room. After fifteen years and all this time my Christian ways still existed on Wilson Mills Road in Mayfield Heights. This morning I had a similar experience at work checking prices on airline tickets (what else would I be doing, work? ha, yeah right). As I sat there during that moment between pressing enter and waiting for the prices to come up, I said oh please God, just find us something under $140 for the days we want and the times we want. I mean the guy did create the world in seven days, this didn't seem like that big of a deal really.
We did get the tickets we wanted but I didn't get the pants, so I guess I am batting .500 with God. (There's a statement you don't hear a whole lot.) However I think I am just going to say it has to do with my karma and leave it at that. I don't think getting the airline tickets I wanted is enough to send me back to church. Amen.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Will Work for Cleveland International Film Festival Tickets
I have narrowed my Cleveland International Film Festival list down to 22 movies I could actually make it to in those nine days. I am so excited. I made my own personal calendar of the dates which I referred to when people called me about anything going on over that time span. Then when I was done, I decided to check the ticket prices (I work a little backwards sometimes). It will be roughly $175.00 to catch all those movies. If our trip to Boston wasn't coming up, I would actually consider that amount, but it looks like I will have to narrow it down to twelve for the time being. If anyone is interested in going to any shows, here are the movies I am seriously looking at:
Niceland, Astronauts, Bear Hug, Bolero, Dorian Blues, Making Grace, Addiction, Immediate Boarding, Lets Get Frank, World's Best Commercials, Call Me Malcolm, Down to the Bone, Or, Dead Room, Cell Phone, Grafitti Artists, Filmic Achievement, Palindromes, Storytelling and 5x2.
Niceland, Astronauts, Bear Hug, Bolero, Dorian Blues, Making Grace, Addiction, Immediate Boarding, Lets Get Frank, World's Best Commercials, Call Me Malcolm, Down to the Bone, Or, Dead Room, Cell Phone, Grafitti Artists, Filmic Achievement, Palindromes, Storytelling and 5x2.
Its Time to Start the Music, Its Time to Start the Show
Last week Liz rolled over, pulled me close to her and and said...Can we get the Muppets from Netflix? The Muppets from Netflix. What a novel idea. I haven't seen an episode of the Muppets in over twenty years. On Saturday the dvd arrived with episodes starring Steve Martin, Carol Burnett and Gilda Radner (what a great combination).
We decided to watch it together Saturday evening when Liz came home from work. In honor of the big event, I decided to run out and buy food for the Muppets viewing that evening. When I was a kid my parents would give my brother and I a bowl of ice cream or some sort of dessert surprise, sit us down in front of the television and let us watch the Muppets on Saturday night. In honor of this tradition I bought everything we would need for sundaes that evening. The toffee ice cream with bananas and Reeses hard shell to top it off was a fun accompaniment to the show. As soon as I saw Scooter run into Steve Martin's dressing room with the theme song following, I got goose bumps and immediatley remembered how much I used to love this show.
I began to think about how lucky I was to have a show like this around when I was a child and I think everyone in my age group should go out and rent the Muppets. It's great to remember the things that made you laugh as a child and also to finally get the jokes that made your parents laugh as well. The best part was waking up early Sunday morning, making two more sundaes and watching the next episode together. The Muppets is pure goodness and I am pretty sure all the world's problems would be solved if everyone would just sit down together and watch the "Dance Marathon" episode starring Carol Burnett.
Countdown to Selection Sunday: Six More Days.
Congratulations to my brother Mark who said Illinois would lose before next Sunday night.
We decided to watch it together Saturday evening when Liz came home from work. In honor of the big event, I decided to run out and buy food for the Muppets viewing that evening. When I was a kid my parents would give my brother and I a bowl of ice cream or some sort of dessert surprise, sit us down in front of the television and let us watch the Muppets on Saturday night. In honor of this tradition I bought everything we would need for sundaes that evening. The toffee ice cream with bananas and Reeses hard shell to top it off was a fun accompaniment to the show. As soon as I saw Scooter run into Steve Martin's dressing room with the theme song following, I got goose bumps and immediatley remembered how much I used to love this show.
I began to think about how lucky I was to have a show like this around when I was a child and I think everyone in my age group should go out and rent the Muppets. It's great to remember the things that made you laugh as a child and also to finally get the jokes that made your parents laugh as well. The best part was waking up early Sunday morning, making two more sundaes and watching the next episode together. The Muppets is pure goodness and I am pretty sure all the world's problems would be solved if everyone would just sit down together and watch the "Dance Marathon" episode starring Carol Burnett.
Countdown to Selection Sunday: Six More Days.
Congratulations to my brother Mark who said Illinois would lose before next Sunday night.
Friday, March 04, 2005
11 After
First of all, I wanted to take a moment to say Happy Birthday to my father. I don't know if it is pathetic or endearing that the only picture (see below) I could find of us at my house was one taken 25 years ago.
At the Melissa Ferrick show last night I met this woman in a band called 11 After and I found it ironic because it was her first Melissa Ferrick show and it was my 11th time to see her live. The show itself was okay. It seems like each time I see her I become a little more disenfranchised with her music. Last night she didn't play any of what I consider to be her best songs. She played about half of her new stuff, which was very good and then what some would consider her "B side" songs. I just wasn't all that impressed, especially with her rendition of Drive. I realize she must now play the song with this constant monologue, but I miss the way she used to play it on her "Freedom Tour" when the album was released in 1999. Sometimes I am just never sure what to think of Melissa Ferrick. It almost seems like a love/hate relationship for me. At times I find her to be a total snob and a little dorky but watching her play guitar is a religious experience for me so I have to go to her shows. Plus I always want to support women who run their own record label, therefore I purchased the "Right on Records" mouse pad.
The crowd was also really weird. I felt like the oldest person at the Grog Shop, which I knew would probably happen someday but not before I turned 30. It was like I was at a high school dance the way some of these people were acting-running around, making out the whole show, talking during songs. Of course how many girls who are sixteen or seventeen years old get to go to a concert with their girlfirend when they are in high school? And, as we all know, prom for these kids is out of the question, so I guess I should find some joy in the fact that they are just being themselves at such a a young age. www.rightonrecords.com
At the Melissa Ferrick show last night I met this woman in a band called 11 After and I found it ironic because it was her first Melissa Ferrick show and it was my 11th time to see her live. The show itself was okay. It seems like each time I see her I become a little more disenfranchised with her music. Last night she didn't play any of what I consider to be her best songs. She played about half of her new stuff, which was very good and then what some would consider her "B side" songs. I just wasn't all that impressed, especially with her rendition of Drive. I realize she must now play the song with this constant monologue, but I miss the way she used to play it on her "Freedom Tour" when the album was released in 1999. Sometimes I am just never sure what to think of Melissa Ferrick. It almost seems like a love/hate relationship for me. At times I find her to be a total snob and a little dorky but watching her play guitar is a religious experience for me so I have to go to her shows. Plus I always want to support women who run their own record label, therefore I purchased the "Right on Records" mouse pad.
The crowd was also really weird. I felt like the oldest person at the Grog Shop, which I knew would probably happen someday but not before I turned 30. It was like I was at a high school dance the way some of these people were acting-running around, making out the whole show, talking during songs. Of course how many girls who are sixteen or seventeen years old get to go to a concert with their girlfirend when they are in high school? And, as we all know, prom for these kids is out of the question, so I guess I should find some joy in the fact that they are just being themselves at such a a young age. www.rightonrecords.com
Thursday, March 03, 2005
To Bog or Not To Bog...That is the Question
On Saturday we went tobogganing with two of our friends, Chrissy and Tina at The Chalet in the Mill Stream Run Reservation, which is part of the Cleveland MetroParks in Strongsville. There were two 1,000-foot refrigerated ice chutes to go down after you climbed yourself AND your toboggan up the many flights of stairs to get to the top of the hill. We had so much fun! My favorite part had to be the chalet. I just liked to say that word over and over again. I thought it sounded very bourgeoisie to say I am going to the chalet to get more hot chocolate. Even though it wasn't that ritzy at all and they were holding hoola hoop contests right outside. This was one of those fun cheap things to do in the Cleveland area that I would recommend to anyone. Just don't forget your gloves or they won't let your ride. Oh and you also have to be 42 inches tall to ride. Of course I would suspect anyone reading this blog would most likely be 42 inches or taller.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
An Usher's Job is Never Done
We have all done it. We have all been at a professional sporting event and spotted better seats. Naturally we think we can just move on to those better seats. When I was a kid, it was so easy to do at the old stadium during Indians games. At that point in Tribe history they stopped checking tickets after batting practice.
On Monday night my father and I tried to get down to the lower section in Gund Arena to sit closer to my brother. I should have known by the way the gentleman next to my father looked at us we had probably snuck down into the wrong seats. I believe his exact words to my father were: “I can’t believe they are going to let you sit in the owner’s seats.” They didn’t. We saw action from those seats for about two minutes before the Usher came and told us we obviously could not sit in the seats right in front of Jim Paxson.
I will admit this would have been the best night of the season to sit in the owner’s seats considering ownership had officially been turned over earlier in the day to Dan Gilbert. Oh yes and Usher, lets not forget Usher is now officially a part-owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers. Yes, that’s right-Usher is a part-owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers. Cleveland, Usher. Cleveland, Usher. Cleveland, Usher. Those two words don’t even go together in the same sentence. Yet, here he is saying “I look for Cleveland to be my home away from home.” People who live here don’t even want Cleveland to be their home away from home, yet here is the most celebrated artist from this year’s Grammys throwing some serious money toward Cleveland’s commerce. Hmmm….wonder if this has anything to do with LeBron? I don’t recall Snoop Dogg trying to get part ownership three years ago when Bimbo Coles, Ricky Davis and Dajuan Wagner were feeding the ball to Darius Miles Tyrone Hill and Zydrunas Ilgauskas.
On Monday night my father and I tried to get down to the lower section in Gund Arena to sit closer to my brother. I should have known by the way the gentleman next to my father looked at us we had probably snuck down into the wrong seats. I believe his exact words to my father were: “I can’t believe they are going to let you sit in the owner’s seats.” They didn’t. We saw action from those seats for about two minutes before the Usher came and told us we obviously could not sit in the seats right in front of Jim Paxson.
I will admit this would have been the best night of the season to sit in the owner’s seats considering ownership had officially been turned over earlier in the day to Dan Gilbert. Oh yes and Usher, lets not forget Usher is now officially a part-owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers. Yes, that’s right-Usher is a part-owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers. Cleveland, Usher. Cleveland, Usher. Cleveland, Usher. Those two words don’t even go together in the same sentence. Yet, here he is saying “I look for Cleveland to be my home away from home.” People who live here don’t even want Cleveland to be their home away from home, yet here is the most celebrated artist from this year’s Grammys throwing some serious money toward Cleveland’s commerce. Hmmm….wonder if this has anything to do with LeBron? I don’t recall Snoop Dogg trying to get part ownership three years ago when Bimbo Coles, Ricky Davis and Dajuan Wagner were feeding the ball to Darius Miles Tyrone Hill and Zydrunas Ilgauskas.
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