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Friday night, Tim and I went to see Avengers: Infinity War. I would love to do a movie review about it, but I honestly couldn't tell you what it was about.
I'm late to the show on this, I know. I saw Black Panther back in early April and I enjoyed and I had some idea what the hell was happening. This movie? No clue. They may as well have been speaking another language with no subtitles.
Timmy really wanted to see it. I had no interest, but I wanted to wait to see Solo with Tara and Timmy. (Tara had something else going on). So Avengers it was.
It was too involved for me. Too many planets, too many characters. I needed a scorecard to keep up. Timmy to his everlasting credit, tried to explain it to me, but (and this is no fault of his whatsoever,) it made it more confusing.
The best explanation he gave me was that I had to see the first couple of movies to understand what was going on. I jumped in right in the middle of the series. Honestly I'm not all that interested in catching up.
Years ago, Karl, Ray and I saw a movie called The Grifters, which we saw only because we were big John Cusack fans. I didn't quite understand that one either, and there were two old men behind us kept saying "I don't understand what's going on here." That's how I felt with this one. Also, on Good Friday, 1999, I saw the Matrix with Kevin Woods and our co-worker Serge. Again, no clue, no matter how much Woodsy and Serge tried to break it down for me.
TELEVISION: Roseanne Barr-ed!
Whenever we have a mess where someone says something unfortunate, I have a tendency to sympathize with the person who said it. Because I know it could happen to anyone. Or at least anyone who writes or speaks in an open forum.
Every week, I write this thing on Saturday, then I sleep on it, review it a couple times on Sunday afternoon, before putting it out. Every once in a while, I'll e-mail someone to look it over, make sure I didn't cross any lines. I sometimes speak about touchy topics and a lot of times I try to go for laughs. That combo can be dangerous.
Last week was a perfect example. I had written something about the new NFL policy about the national anthem, and although I felt strongly in what I wrote, I decided to take it out. I just didn't feel that was the time or place for it.
I do believe that we have in some ways become more thin skinned and touchy. That the ability to laugh at ourselves has become a lost art. I suppose that is part and parcel of the world that we live in, that with social media, our audiences have become bigger. Plus with all the piss and vinegar coming out in Washington, everybody is more on edge than ever.
Having said that, what Roseanne Barr tweeted out last week is utterly indefensible. I mean, there is no other way to spin it.
I don't know much about Valerie Jarrett, but NOBODY deserved that kind of treatment. And the gracious, classy way Jarrett handled this made the insult even more harsh.
It's not a freedom of speech issue folks. That kind of insult goes way over the line. This isn't a red state/blue state issue, this is about right and wrong. And Roseanne was about as wrong as you can get.
If her only defense is that she is hooked on Ambien or she has multiple personalities, then someone needs to get her help, but judging from her history of tweets, it sounds like she's done this before.
It's funny, someone brought up Roseanne grabbing herself after singing the national anthem at a Padres game in 1990, and to be honest, that's when I stopped watching her show on ABC. I hadn't watched one episode of the reboot. (You know my feelings on reboots to begin with).
Now there were calls for TBS to cancel Samantha Bee's TBS show because she called Ivanka Trump a feckless c-nt. I happen to agree with both sides on that one. No, it's not the same as calling an African American an ape, and yes, she won't get fired because it was a Trump she insulted, and since her father insults people all the time, she'll skate. Should she? Probably not. But she will.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU** HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU** HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO
JOE NAMATH- This past Thursday, the one and only man to lead my beloved Jets to a Super Bowl win celebrated his 75th Birthday. The Post did a nice write up on him in last Sunday's paper, chronicling the Good (His Super Bowl guarantee and subsequent victory) The Bad, (The injuries that cost him whole seasons) and the Ugly (slobbering over Suzy Kolber on national TV).
One thing that was written that I found amusing was that he said he had no issue entertaining women the night before his games. Many athletes avoid getting it on the night before games, Namath said he welcomed it. The Post went on to say that Namath estimated that he slept with 300 women.
What? That's a bit conservative don't you think? This is Broadway Joe we're talking about here! The man who liked his women blonde and his Johnnie Walker Red. I mean, think about the times we are discussing here. The swingin 60's and early 70's.
300? That would be an off month for Wilt Chamberlain, am I right?
Be that as it may, with the Jets certain to be nowhere near the Super Bowl this year, January/February will mark their 50th year in a row without a Vince Lombardi trophy. I've said it before that I believe Joe Willie made a pact with the devil that fateful January in Miami back in 1969. After all, the Jets were 18.5 underdogs to the Baltimore Colts that day, and just about every expert predicted the Colts would do to the Jets in Super Bowl III what the Packers did to the Chiefs and Raiders in Super Bowls I & II respectively. That is-blow them out. Instead, it was Namath running off the field in Miami's Orange Bowl waving a triumphant finger in the air. We may never see that again. I'm fairly certain we won't.
So maybe I should blame Namath instead of celebrating him, but I can't do that. I was too young to see him play, to me he was the Brut 33 guy when I was a kid. But I'm glad he was on my team. And you can throw all the f-cking stats at me you want, he belongs in the Hall of Fame. Without him, the Super Bowl is nowhere near the extravaganza it is now. The NFL is not the behemoth it has become.
He put the AFL on the map. He's an American original.
Happy 75th Joe!
BASKETBALL: Knucklehead Smith
I refuse to watch the NBA Finals. I have no interest.
I'm sick of seeing the Cavs and the Warriors. When I wanted the Warriors to win, the Cavs won. When I wanted Cleveland to win, Golden State won. Now I wish they would both lose. Let it end in a 3-3 tie, or something. I've never rooted for the Celtics in my life, and I wanted them to send LeBron packing. But no dice.
I didn't see JR Smith's boneheaded mistake the other night, but my news feed was clogged with posts, memes and clips, so I know what the hell happened. And of course the first thing that popped into my mind was something that happened back when Smith was playing for the Knicks, and our guys actually believe it or not, were in the playoffs. Smith was having a horrible shooting series against the Pacers, and music superstar Rihanna had a theory..
....he's f-ckin up cuz his a$$ be hungover from clubbing every night during playoffs. " Riri tweeted on May 17, 2013.
After seeing what he did Thursday night, I'm not sure he wasn't hitting the hard stuff at halftime.
Tim had his last lacrosse match for the season Sunday in Massapequa. I know the calendar says June 3, but I felt like I watching this game at Lambeau Field in January. WTF is with this weather?
But June is always a fun month. Summer is pretty much in da house.
And that's a good thing.
Have a Great Week
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