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Sharknado

By Gary Sussman

“ Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear

And it shows them pearly white

Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe

And he keeps it, ah out of site

Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe….”

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Tracks Of My Tears

By Gary Sussman

“ THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!”

Jimmy Dugan (Hanks) laying into Evelyn Gardner (Bitty Schram) in one of the classic sports movie lines from ‘A League of Their Own’. ( BTW…Hanks has to be considered one of the great American actors…so seamless regardless of the role….tough to pick favorites, but thanks to HBO, I’ve seen ‘Road to Perdition’ a dozen times…but IMO, I don’t see how it gets better than the final scene in ‘Captain Phillips’… but I digress).  And Wilmer Flores, please step to the blackboard…you proved that yes, there actually may be a place for crying in baseball.

But what about tennis?

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Batter up!

By Gary Sussman

Who doesn’t like batting practice?  The Yankees just ran a promotion that allowed fans in early to watch the launching of the baseballs…and most notably, Here Comes Da Judge.  Do we want to see no hits, no runs, no offense, no excitement,  pitching dominating the batters in the mid-season folly (it doesn’t count…as it shouldn’t…but I digress).  No, we want to see the blasts, the moon balls, moon shots and moon landings off the bat of the sluggers.  And we were not disappointed.

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Start Your Enzymes!!

By Gary Sussman

I stole the headline.  I did.  And I’m not ashamed.  Because if you can endure the squashing, mashing and  shoving the precious life form known as the Nathan hot dog into your mouth for 10 minutes without heaving….then I can lift the headline.  But more on that after I find the Guldens.

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Diary of a Mad (Publicist)

By Gary Sussman

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(independent.co.uk)

Oh man, is there a lot going on.  Whatever happened to the Yankee (Tyler) Clipper?  Are the Mets scouting the Forest Hills Little League for frontline pitching?  Will there be an ESPN4, The LeBron Channel? Chris Carter is hitting like Joe Carter, who’s in his 60’s!  But for me, there was only one story that stirred the juices, upped the ante, was a call to action.  Because for me, where it’s all about the action, the coverage, the buzz….can you beat Phelps vs. The Shark?….and we ain’t talkin’ Greg Norman!

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Shirts or Skins?

Michael Phelps…Usain Bolt…Mark Spitz…Rafer Johnson…Josh from Down the Hall????

Let’s be honest here.  When you think Olympics, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat (sorry, I know that’s Jim McKay and Wide World of Sports, but if it’s still good, why keep it in storage) the best of the best standing tall after tremendous athletic achievements, both singular and team, basking in the adulation of millions, representing self, family and country.  Swimming, diving, rowing.  Cycling, sailing, fencing.  Boxing, golf, tennis.  Three on three basketball?  Hey, you wanna play, we need one more.  This is now an Olympic sport?

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The Jersey Knight?

By Gary Sussman

The text was random, but succinct.

“Elimination game vs. Michigan. Luca Dalatri-7 innings, 1 run, 6 strikeouts, 5 hits.”

The sender was Jersey guy and former Nets assistant coach Tom Barrise, talking about the athletic prowess of the son of  former strength coach, Rich Dalatri. (Indulge me one sidebar on Tom…back in the day, he was let go from his scouting position (he was later re-hired) and in one of the classic ‘You can take this job and shove it’ moments, gathered all his team- issued gear and threw it into the lunch room-think Lou Piniella obliterating home plate.  And what added to the display was the fact that many of the clothes were still on their hangers from the dry cleaners-so free clothes for the staff, and freshly pressed!…but I digress).

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Game of Lists

By Gary Sussman

5:10 am.

Where is Bill Murray when I need him?  The time I wake up every morning. Regardless. And considering my work schedule is more random than the NFL Flex schedule for Sunday night games, I have decisions to make.  Morning Joe…Cup o’ Joe…Joe from Staten Island?  Except this week.  Because this week, there are two words that eliminate the early morning blindness.  Roland Garros.  The French Open. Every morning at 5:00 am on Tennis Channel.  Say hello to my little friend (the remote)!  Merci beaucoup! Continue reading