‘Cause I’ve got other things that I’m in the middle of writing tonight and I’m sore from catching up on some physically demanding house chores, that’s why.
- They’re running those ads for the Fiat 500L where the guys lost in the desert find P Diddy’s party and convince themselves it’s just a mirage because the Fiat has four doors. Right? It’s sort of a stupid ad (I actually though it was for Mini Coopers as I started to write this, so I guess they’ve failed the ultimate test of any ad) but that’s not what I’m wondering about. Why are they playing Pharrell’s “Happy” at P Diddy’s party? Why aren’t they playing some of P Diddy’s music?
- Is everyone else in the country getting 24/7/365 coverage of the Donald Sterling scandal thing, or are we just special here in LA? It’s already become my new “instantly change the channel to anything else” hot button item. There are so many aspects of “uber-ick” associated with so many of the players involved, digging deeper and finding more layers of slime isn’t what I’m interested in watching the press do.
- Another annoying aspect of the NBA is how it absolutely dominates the local and national sports reporting. Sorry, but WHO CARES? I understand that it’s a big draw, lots of TV ratings, lots of passion, but why does it get 90% of the coverage, with the NFL Draft getting about 8%, and the entire NHL playoffs and all of the MLB regular season fighting for scraps of the other 2%. As for anything not in this country, such as the English Premier League or the upcoming Tour de France? Fugedda bout it! Would it really be too much to ask that an hour of SportsCenter on ESPN have only 15 or 20 minutes of NBA at most, with some balanced coverage of the other sports in the remaining 40-45 minutes?
- Today was “Sheet Changing Day” at Casa Willett. This is a bigger deal than you might expect, and out of that I hope you will soon be seeing a madcap romantic comedy on the New York Times Best Seller list. At least, the Wednesday Writing Group likes where it’s going in the first draft. Remember — “Sheet Changing Day.”
- The one guy in Los Angeles who’s the happiest over the Donald Sterling thing? Frank McCourt, no longer “it” as the most hated sports owner.
Remember that in a year or two it won’t matter worth squat if your hockey or football or baseball or basketball or soccer team won the Stanley Cup or Lombardi Trophy or World Series or the O’Brien Trophy or the World Cup. (Although it might matter if your baseball team won the Stanley Cup…) In twenty-five years, only a few die hards will remember. In a hundred years, only a few statisticians (or their computers) will remember. In a thousand years, they won’t even remember that hockey, baseball, football, basketball, or soccer existed, let alone who won. In a hundred thousand years (or a hundred, YMMV) there won’t even be any humans left, only the machines wondering how in hell humans ever made it out of the trees, let alone to the moon and beyond.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 