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Fog City fate

My history as a good luck charm in the sporting world is well-documented.

I’ve logged assists for Kansas City, Boston and New York baseball and football teams in their successful bids for World Series and Super Bowl championships.

san fran union squareAnd although my stay today in San Francisco’s Union Square neighborhood is a scant 12 hours in length, I fear it has made the outcome of Sunday’s game a foregone conclusion.

I haven’t followed pro football at all this year.  In fact, the only game I have viewed was San Francisco’s win over the Patriots in early January.

Now I find myself in the City by the Bay mere hours before the Super Bowl.  I’m not sure anything the teams throw at each other will affect my good luck one-two punch.

Sorry, Baltimore.  I know not what I do.

Be free, live, run

I have spent a lot of time this past week watching — and writing about — the Olympics.

And while I knew I would be glued to the TV watching Olympic tennis and gymnastics and swimming and diving and basketball, I have been pleasantly surprised to find how much I am also enjoying….

The commercials.

Advertisers get all kinds of props for the spots they put together for the Super Bowl each year, but I don’t think enough has been said — if anything — about the commercials in the London Olympics.

My personal fav?

The ad ‘The Beach,’ featuring the Chappo song “Come Home.”  I’ve seen it several times, and it makes me laugh every time.

 
Give those guys a medal.

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.

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.

Sunshine day

I love the new ABC comedy series Mr. Sunshine.

What’s that, you say — it doesn’t premiere until tonight?  And your point would be….?

I am already a huge fan of Mr. Sunshine.  Seriously…the writers and producers are really gonna have to drop the ball on this one to lose me as a viewer.

First and foremost, the show brings Matthew Perry and Alison Janney back to prime time television.  Just seeing their faces in the promos makes me happy.

And the promos themselves have been funny, too.  Alison is zany, and Matthew is doing his thing.  Heck, they even have Andrea Anders on board — who was on the very bad Joey with fellow Friends alum Matt LeBlanc.

If they’re willing to roll that die, the show has to be good.

Mr. Sunshine also doesn’t take place in a hospital or lawyer’s office.  There isn’t a CSI to be found anywhere near the title.  This show centers around a sporting arena, which on the surface at least, appears to be different.

I like different.  I appreciate that at least one network recognizes that not everyone wants to watch shows about medicine, cops or lawyers.  And based on the ratings from this year’s Super Bowl, a lot of folks find the idea of sports kinda enjoyable.  Stands to reason they might like a sitcom set in a sporting arena.

I think ABC thinks this show is good, too…because they gave it one of the most sought after lead-ins in television right now, Modern Family. Ya don’t want to follow the best comedy around with schlock.

And I really don’t think Mr. Sunshine is schlock.  Just look at that face.  Would Matthew Perry bring anything but the funny into your home?

Of course not.

It’s gonna be great.  I already love it.

Enjoy.

Show time

Happy Super Bowl-less Sunday!

That’s right — I am defying the gods and not watching the big game .  I don’t have a team in this year’s fight, and I’m not one to watch football for football’s sake.  Plus, I can watch the commercials online.

So I figure today is the perfect time to go…to Home Depot.

Think about it.  This is one Sunday when I’d bet good money they see a lot less traffic.  I will be able to browse the hardwood flooring and kitchen counters and countertops and backsplashes without being crowded by other people.

Help should be easy to find, too…not that I’ve ever had a bad experience at Home Depot.  I’m just looking forward to more elbow room (cried Daniel Boone).

Of course, the people who have to work at Home Deport on Super Bowl Sunday may be a tad bitter.  So I’ll have to be extra entertaining to make up for it.

I think I can manage that.

Truly madly deeply

Reason #1,485,208,771 to love New York City:

Alan Rickman

…the unforgettable villain Hans Gruber in the original Diehard movie?
…the tragically besotted boss Harry in the Christmas classic Love Actually?
…the outwardly evil yet misunderstood Severus Snape in the Harry Potter film saga?

(I also loved his portrayal of Dr. Lazarus in the hilarious sci-fi send-up Galaxy Quest, but I tend to get blank stares at that reference.)

Yes, Alan Rickman is consistently brilliant in whatever role he chooses to inhabit. Today I have the privilege of seeing him LIVE onstage at the BAM in Brooklyn.

Rickman is playing the title role in the Henrik Ibsen play “John Gabriel Borkman.”  I had never heard of the piece until I got the postcard in the mail, but as soon as I saw his face front and center, I bought a ticket.

The storyline sounds a bit Wall Street 2 (if it were told by Ibsen at the Abbey Theatre in Ireland).  And with Rickman, Fiona Shaw and Lindsay Duncan in the cast, I am primed for an amazing afternoon of entertainment.

While I’m at BAM today, I know many of my friends will be watching football, cheering on the Jets to bring home a Super Bowl berth.  Heck, New York City has Alan Rickman and practically everything else…

Why not another Super Bowl title, too?

Biblical proportions

‘John sinks James.’

‘Tearjerker takes down technology.’

‘Love kills the blue people.’

(Sorry…I couldn’t resist.)

Even I was stunned to see that “Dear John,”  the latest weeper from Nicholas Sparks , had taken over “Avatar’s” seemingly permanent Number #1 position at the Box Office.

It actually makes sense.  Most of “Avatar’s” target demographic was occupied with the pre-, pre-pre-, and pre-pre-pre-Super Bowl analysis, followed by the actual game and post, post-post, and post-post-post-game summaries.

And then, of course, there was the Super Bowl commercial viewing and analysis as well, both live and online.

The Super Bowl, if you do it right, can take a good three days.

Alas, “Avatar” was its victim…this weekend, anyway.  I’m sure its box office sales will bounce back for the balance of this week.

But beware, little blue CGI folk:  the Olympics are headed right your way.

And “Dear John” will be there, tear-stained tissue in hand, to pick up the pieces of your shattered audience.

Super Harry

Attention members of the “Harry Potter” fandom!

If you are planning to watch the Super Bowl this Sunday — and even if you aren’t — at the very least DVR the ads.

Universal Orlando has shelled out a reported $2.5-3 million to air a commercial for “The Wizarding Word of Harry Potter” theme park — scheduled to open this spring — during the big game.  Daniel Radcliffe himself is featured in the 30-second spot.

I know these ads are targeted to the dads and moms and kids who will be watching the Colts take on the Saints, but I’m pretty darn psyched myself.  In fact, one of my very first posts yammered on about the theme park’s announced opening.

The ad reportedly shows kids riding broomsticks with Harry and a rollercoaster in the background that looks like twin dueling dragons — hints at two of the more technologically advanced rides that visitors can expect.

The press announcement last fall already hinted at the recreation of the shoppes and streets of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts Castle itself.  Too. Much. Fun.

We’ll just have to see if the commercial gives a better indication of the opening date.  Lots of reasons to tune in on Sunday!

(I hear they are playing football, too.)

My apologies

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

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

I’m not any happier about this than you are.

Even though my powers are extremely strong — and 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 what impact I had on that town.  I helped the Red Sox break the curse and win the World Series not once, but twice.  The Patriots won the Super Bowl not once, not twice, but three times while I was in town.

And 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 won the Super Bowl by beating the Patriots.

Ouch.

My power is infinite and brutal and — with the Yankees’ World Series win just last night — impossible to target.

I don’t like the Yankees.  I consider them to be the demon seed.  I thought that when I moved to New York City, my powers would help the Mets, who — let’s face it– could really use it.  But so far, nothing.  Nada.  And now this.

I’m starting to wonder who’s behind my powers, if, indeed, the Yankees win.