Let’s see, what have I been up to. Well, Saturday was the bachelor party for a buddy of mine. It involved beer pong in the first location, and the riding of a mechanical bull in the third. I participated in neither; I’ll leave it to you to determine whether that makes me boring or smart. (My softball captain won seven games in a row of the former. That made him a lot worse off on the latter.)
Not back, technically, until later in the week. The disclaimer a few posts back remains in effect.
Dubie speaks again! The translation makes marginally more sense this time, too. (It is class!)
Lindsay’s been on this apparent Brandon Sugden mess, which would have had him trying out with the Islanders, except several teams vetoed his return from “retirement.” This is supposedly a CBA thing, Lindsay reports; I can’t find it. Meanwhile, in BST camp, Russ Moyer will reportedly be one of the tryouts. Max Gratchev was traded to Lewiston. (I think he could conceivably stay pro, but I’m not betting on it…) I have done absolutely no work on any of this, BTW. Vacation. Given the timesheet I filed before I left, I think it’s technically illegal for me to even post this. (What a rush. Fight the power!)
Michael Sharp notes Binghamton’s not-insignificant Meszoros trade fallout. (And you know we’d be remiss if we didn’t point out Filip Kuba, Beast of New Haven. His success is a big reason I force myself not to give up on young defensemen.) Darren Reid signed with Hershey.
It’s our man Sean Patrick Bowley‘s time of year, and he has gone all Senor Spielbergo (clutch reference, SPB!) over at HS SportsBlog. He’s also got the SCC’s decision to implement the football version of the shootout, joining most of the rest of the state. (And if the CIAC said everyone should jump off a cliff…) Meanwhile, Paul Sponheimer is retiring at Seymour, and as Sean says, end of an era…
Former Barlow Falcon Chris Seifert signed with Danbury.
Don’t usually watch Jimmy Kimmel — OK, I think I had seen one go-round — but Ch. 7 was on a few nights ago when I turned on the TV… and he had his father, who’s nearly a dead ringer for CNN’s Wolf Blitzer, pretending to be Wolf Blitzer** at the Democratic National Convention. Asking inappropriate questions, posing for pictures, asking more inappropriate questions, interviewing Evan Bayh, asking even-more-inappropriate questions… So wrong, but so funny.
Interesting restaurant stuff from Scott Adams. Amazing medical stuff in this Rockford story — keeping a baby alive to get her a heart transplant. The ugliest transition in Soundin’ Off history: Aw, poor Puff Daddy.
And finally, even though the Chronicle is our sister paper now… Go quickly to Michael Quinion’s latest edition of World Wide Words and read the last entry in “Sic!”
*-Actually only made it to within a block of Bleecker on Saturday, though we rode across it in the cab on the way to the bull. Dude running the bull, from a distance, looked surprisingly like BST equipment guy Joe Franke. If it had been him, that would have simply made the night.
**-Presumably there are dozens of Jimmy Kimmel fans out there shouting at their screens. “He does this every night!” Sorry.