Category Archives: Sports

Catty about fashion

The conference tourneys are underway — March Madness has begun!

But this year the upsets aren’t limited to the games.  Seriously…have you seen the uniforms?

The Baylor Bears debuted this florescent-nightmare-of-a-postseason uniform last night in their win over Kansas State in the opening round of the Big 12 Tournament.

The color is foul enough.  (Perhaps they thought they would be playing under a black light at the Sprint Center?)

But if you look closely, the shorts have a tonal tiger stripe.

Umm — for the Baylor Bears?  Am I missing something here?

It’s been that kinda year in fashion for men’s college basketball.  Nike unveiled a line of uniforms that is so edgy — and so alike — you are hard pressed to tell the teams apart on the floor unless you look at their socks.


Perhaps the fashions designers need to take a time out and remember what men’s college basketball uniforms are all about.

College  Team.  Color.

And then just accept that Kentucky will always look best on the ‘cat walk.’

In like a wildcat

It’s here. My favorite time of the year.

I love everything about the month of March.

My birthday is in March.  My sister, dad, brother-in-law, cousins, and a few friends also celebrate their birthdays in March.

So there’s lots of cake.

There’s also March Madness, the most wonderful time of the year (especially when your alma mater is currently ranked #1, and two other state schools are in the Top 25).

GO BIG BLUE!

There’s St. Patrick’s Day, the Ides of March, the arrival of spring, Women’s History Month — hey, I am a girl — and bizarre celebrations like Save A Spider Day.

Let’s face it — March rocks!

The only thing about March that I’m not totally in love with is the birthstone.  I have always found the aquamarine a bit washed out and unremarkable.

But I recently learned that the bloodstone is a March birthstone alternative — stunning!

That seals the deal — March is the best month of the year.

Color me cautious

On this Presidents’ Day holiday, I find myself pondering a question of suitable gravity:

Why have I never played paintball?

It seems to be the activity of choice for couples in many romantic comedies.

I went to see This Means War, starring Reese Witherspoon, last night.  One of the two CIA agents vying for her affections took her to play paintball.  Of course she misfired a round and got him in his manly parts.

Oh, the sting of high comedy.

Matthew McConaughey also took Sarah Jessica Parker to play paintball in Failure to Launch.  Lucky for Matthew, she hit one of his friends in the foot. And Heath Ledger took Julia Stiles paintballin’ way back in the day in the teen flick Ten Things I Hate About You.

No misfires there…except my admitting I saw it.

I can kind of see the appeal; target practice is fun.  But those paintballs look like they really hurt on contact.  And most people seem to be incredibly bad shots.

Hey — I just figured out why I don’t play paintball.

Double eagle

Chalk one up in the ‘life imitating art department’…

Ray Romano, comedian and star of Everybody Loves Raymond and the recently canceled Men of a Certain Age, made the cut at this weekend’s AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am.  Ray tees off in the fourth and final round today with his professional partner, Australian golfer Steven Bowditch.

Go get ‘em, Ray!

Fans of Men of a Certain Age will remember that Ray’s character Joe, party shop owner, gambling addict and avid golfer, had just qualified for the senior tour when the series was unceremoniously dumped by TNT.

We never got to see Joe fulfill his dream on the links, but today Ray is living out his own.

Karma is a wonderful thing.

Deja vu

The following post is a re-edit of a Sticky Egg blog entry dated November 5, 2009.  The names have been changed, but let’s face it…

No one is innocent here.

I’m sorry, Philadelphia Boston.  I didn’t mean to.

When I moved to New York City three five years ago, I had hoped being a sports team ‘good luck charm’ would help the Mets, but alas — the Yankees Giants won…again.

Even though my powers are extremely strong — and are becoming more legendary by the day– I’ve never had much control over them.

They first surfaced in Kansas City in 1992.  Mere weeks after I moved there, Joe Montana signed with the Chiefs.  Kansas City didn’t win a Super Bowl under Joe, but they were definitely post-season contenders.

I moved to Boston in 2000 and lived there for six years.  I think we all know the impact I had there.  Two World Series wins for the famously denied Boston Red Sox.  The Patriots win the Super Bowl not once, not twice, but three times.

But the minute I moved to New York City — we’re talking, I’d been in town just a couple of months — the New York Giants win the Super Bowl, defeating the New England Patriots.

Ouch.

My power is infinite and brutal and — with the Yankees’ World Series win just last night now that the Giants have handed the Patriots their second defeat — impossible to target.

I’m starting to wonder who’s behind my powers, and more importantly — what city is gonna pay me for them?

Chicago, I’m in the book.

For love of the game

NBA?  We don’t need no stinkin’ NBA.

The UK Wildcats and KU Jayhawks are playing in the Garden!


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Champions Classic tips off at Madison Square Garden tonight, bringing the best of college basketball — the only basketball that counts IMHO — to the Big Apple.

(Don’t ask if I was able to get a ticket. I wasn’t; I’m bitter.)

The tourney begins with Duke (hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhcckk-ptooo) taking on Michigan State.  Who cares?  It’s the opener.  Whatever.  Take your seats, folks; nothing to see here.

The big game is between my alma mater (and pre-season #2-ranked) University of Kentucky Wildcats and #12-ranked KU.

Suffice it to say the two teams have a history.  Both have beat each other soundly on their home courts.  (You don’t forget that kinda thing.)  I lived in Kansas City when UK won NCAA Championships in 1996 and 1998 and was the runner-up in 1997.

I don’t think my friends have forgotten that, either.

In fact, I have a little wager with my friend Dan on tonight’s game.  Not for money, mind you; we don’t bet cash on our teams.  But believe you me — after the game has been decided, you’ll all be able to tell what we did wager.

May the best team win!

Go big blue

WAKE UP, UK WILDCAT FANS!

Tickets go on sale today for Big Blue Madness, the annual season-opening basketball practice of the University of Kentucky Wildcats. This year’s event is scheduled for Friday, October 14th at Rupp Arena in Lexington and marks the official beginning of college basketball in the Bluegrass.

Happy days are here again!

A literal tent city has popped up outside the ticket office this week — a record 570 tents in all.  Fans like me who are far, far away from the Big Blue Nation can get tickets on the phone via Ticketmaster.

But you have to get up super-duper early to have any kind of shot, so…

WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!

Hurts so good

I’m tired.  My voice is scratchy.  My body aches.

I’m not sick — I’m just recovering from last night’s US Open Men’s Singles Final.

And I didn’t even play.

I don’t think enough has been written (or studied, for that matter) on the physical and mental exertions of the spectator.

Especially in major championships like the US Open –  or the Super Bowl or World Series — people watching these events live in the stadium expend a lot of energy cheering on behalf of the athletes.

I don’t know how many times the chair umpire had to tell us to quiet down.

Communist.

I can only imagine how exhausted Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal must be this morning.  They ran while they were screaming.

And rumor has it, within the next 24 hours, they will both be catching flights to Europe so they can play tennis on Friday in Davis Cup matches representing their respective countries.

Man, I don’t know if I’ll be rested up by then.

Oh my

I love the US Open and attend every year.

Unfortunately, my 2011 experience has been a washout.  All three sessions were either canceled or delayed so badly by rain, I didn’t bother to make the trip to Flushing.

I was tempted to blog my frustration, but realized you had heard that all before during a similar rainy stretch in 2009.  So I kept my mouth shut.

(You’re welcome.)

But I can’t not mention the fact that I was lucky enough to get a ticket to today’s Men’s Final between Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal!

SCORE

I know that moving the final to Monday probably means a lot of people couldn’t attend the match, hence the large number of seats at resale.  These are seats that weren’t available before the tournament began.

I’m pretty stoked.  I’ve never been to a final before.  And I am a HUGE fan of the Joker.

So, if you watch the match today, look for me in Arthur Ashe.  I’ll be the tiny dot way up in the promenade section, having the time of her life.

Beantown

I’m having a Boston feel good kinda morning.

Rory Dog and I are in town this week and started revisiting our old haunts today.

Nothing is more fun than watching that 13-year old puppy race into the Public Garden and Boston Commons.  He takes the same paths, checks out the same squirrel trees — even pees on the same spots.

It’s like we never left.

And when we return to the apartment, what film is playing on FX but Fever Pitch, starring Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon.

While not a perfect movie, it is a great Boston sports movie — primarily due to the timing of the Farrelly Brothers’ shoot.  This story of a Boston Red Sox fanatic and his attempts to balance a romantic relationship with his baseball obsession wrapped during the Sox’s unbelievable World Series win.

Talk about a happy ending.

It just kinda fits with this beautiful, Boston day.  It’s a nice place to visit.  And we’re glad to be here.