And we’re off!! Black Friday, Joe Friday (Iconic), Cyber Monday, Rick Monday, bring on the Clydesdales, steal and deals… please report to the ATM…and bring your checkbook! It’s officially the season of giving, taking, returning and moaning…but if you just have a bit of Holiday cheer…things always look a little better (Btw…early favorite for most WTH absurdity…when I think pancakes, why wouldn’t I think the breakfast special….at Burger King….what????…but I digress). So let’s fasten the mask, secure the snorkel…and jump in with both feet!
How can we not love Nobody Beats The Fiz…who gave the Commish an early Hanukkah present when he said the Blue and Orange were trying hard…and learning from tough situations…but going for the win? Not so much! Put this man on ‘Shark Tank’…the NBA League Pass version. This is Broadway, no discounts needed. We want The Zion, or one of his highly talented buddies, and we don’t play ‘Charade’ at the off-Queens home of Shamorie Ponds. So what if I bench my walking double-double…he’s a vet, this is a tough business. And starting three rookies…player development is critical. Man, this is just so smooth it makes Martha Stewart request courtside seats to witness how to properly bake a loss! And then they make Kyrie question whether the Ted Williams Tunnel is better than the Lincoln or Holland. But don’t worry, diehards, just a minor glitch. The Fiz has spoken. Here’s to you, Dukies!
Let’s re-visit early in the week, when MNF went airborne…as if the ghost of Sid Gilman was presiding over the festivities. It was like an old ABA game, when Dr. J and David Thompson were trading alley-oops and tomahawks…except this was football! A spectacular show for the fans…and would have made Frank, Howard and Dandy Don jump out of their gold jackets! Because MNF, back in the day, was THE Game of the Week. And I realize we’re zeroing in on 2020. And there’s Sunday, sometimes morning, afternoon and evening pigskin, and Thursday, and Monday. But let me ask you this…how does Thursday night sound now with Buck and The QB? Next!
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And who needs fantasy baseball when you have ‘A Bronx Tale’? Win, lose or draw, crushing a grand salami or whiffing five times in an afternoon tilt…the Cash-Man just sits in his office…plugs in players to the MLB Trade Calculator, takes a gander at Hal’s checkbook…and let’s play! While the tellers at Citi are debating trading one of their studly arms…the keepers of the Big Ballyard in the South Bronx (all hail the great Arthur George Rust, Jr.) look to entertain with Paxton, and maybe Manny, and maybe Harper, and maybe Corbin…and hell, maybe even Pete Rose if he can hit .250! Love em’ or hate em’…don’t tell me you don’t wish that all your teams went into every off season…every…prepared to do battle.
‘The Patriot’ is alive and well off the Deegan.
Sources tell me the Islanders have offered season ticket holders seats on the glass for both the mayhem on the ice and the El Chapo trial.
The Rolling Stones are now selling tickets for their 2019 concert tour. Will their kids and grandkids be joining them on stage?
Vince notched points 24,999 and 25,000 the other night. At the age of 41. On a dunk. Of course he did.
I don’t own any Knick swag…but even I would like to see Kemba perform 41 dates at MSG.
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