For those with a DVR, basic cable or satellite television and a penchant for Formula One racing, you know of Vitaly Petrov. For those who lack the aforementioned penchant, be clear that Petrov is not the provocation of any Pussy Riot demonstration, at least to my knowledge.
Ice Ice Billy
The thermocouple on my water heater had to be replaced this week – on Wednesday to be exact – in that sliver of time that fell between returning home from a day at the office and the scheduled dinner at a friend’s house at or about 7:30 pm.
Bruce Springsteen’s European audience also knows its cues. Over a run of European shows that flew through sets as long as 4 hours, 6 minutes and drove noise curfew police to hard liquor, fans knew when to raise and wave their hands and sing along in English.
After boarding a connecting flight in Chicago that was bound for Düsseldorf, three things immediately occurred to me. First, there was virtually no leg room, and this will be a claustrophobic ten hours. Secondly, my chair back doesn’t recline enough to compensate for any lack of leg room. And lastly, this fly, which is buzzing around the cabin, has plenty of leg room.
Sven revealed he had recently visited Las Vegas while attending a conference. And so, in a selfish effort to turn the conversation back to being about the local, I asked the local what he thought of the tourist’s local city since he had been a tourist there before.
Former University of Kentucky basketball player and National Basketball Association draft prize, Anthony Davis has trademarked two phrases that refer to his famous unibrow. “Fear The Brow” and “Raise The Brow” are now off the table to potential marketers and apparel companies. Will it do any good?
I asked my buddy T.J. this week by text message to tell me his favorite moment from the television series Green Acres. “Any Arnold (Ziffel) moment…” he said. “Cracks me up thinking about Arnold.”
Anthony Anderson earned 14 traffic tickets last week for doing 193 mph on a motorcycle in the rain near Albany, New York. One of the tickets was for speeding.
Two-lane Highway 41 blends into the grayed rain shower on the horizon ahead. The rented but dented east-bound Dodge Avenger coasts with its cruise control locked in at an easily steered 56 mph. Erica and I are putting distance between us and a bride who hit the rental car in a shopping center parking lot, and a Las Vegas Wranglers overtime loss in Game 3 of the ECHL Kelly Cup Finals.
Southwest Florida is a dangerous place. Losing one’s footing near a canal can mean a sizable meal for an alligator. An awareness lapse while driving will cause one’s rental car to be collected by the scores of lane-drifting senior citizens wafting down the roads.
Dennis is my neighbor. And quite frankly, I don’t know what he does all day.
In 2008, the Las Vegas Wranglers hosted Games 3, 4 and 5 against Cincinnati in the ECHL Kelly Cup Championship Finals. As the Wranglers were in the Queen City knotting up the series at one game apiece on a late third-period goal by current Wrangler Adam Miller, “Red Sea in Game 3” was the marketing message back here at home.
With so much hyperbole about the Las Vegas Wranglers and Alaska Aces organizations standing on different sides of the demarcation between good and evil, I have yet to be anecdotal about the differences between the two. Until now.
The details of the Alaska Aces are quite inconsequential. But these evil geniuses – with Mr. Bigglesworth presumably in tow – are bringing their top-seeded collection of sharks with “lasers” attached to the tops of their heads to Las Vegas.
Facebook is the refrigerator door of our times. We post our hand-traced drawings of turkeys for all of our friends to see there. Oddly enough, most of these friends would probably never be invited over to see our real refrigerator door, even if it guaranteed a thrilling avalanche of accolades over the macaroni art depiction of your house ravished by beams of bright yellow sunlight.