Today, boys and girls, we’re going to learn about the letter ‘S’, and how it’s become so so special in the last two weeks. Get your glass of milk and two cookies, and let’s learn.
S…ummer. Back in the day, it was the Jerry Lewis Telethon that signaled time to count down to the shortest day of the year (December 21…but I digress). Now, in this day, it’s the last presser at the Bud Collins Media Center…but more on the Open later.
S…anchez. Aaron (Don’t call me Daniel) Boone is in one tough leather chair. We know what we see. Worse hands since Dikembe Mutombo…the Great Con-Deke!!! And…on yeah, he blasted one 460 feet the other day…but forget the Mendoza Line, he’s not even hitting the Chris Dudley from the free throw line! Who hits .186 and continues to play? One game or go home. What’s more likely to happen…the Ballantine Blast…or ‘ The ball is rolling to the backstop…real fast’! Let’s all wish The Great Sanchino nothing but pine tar.
S…everino. Luis, Luis, oh no, you take me where ya gotta go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby! Luis…come back to us!. Where’s the heat, where’s the fire, where’s the swag, where’s the ace? Would you be as terrified of the one-off if you had April Seve, and not August Seve? I’m all for sliders…especially with a cold one. But not in place of the high heat. I’m going sushi for my main course…with a side of Tanaka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
S…ammy. Better big screen debut than Michael C. Jordan in ‘Creed.’ Has the same cool of Jeets and Judge. All football, all the time. And the ‘what if’ regarding the Big Blue of Patterson Plank is useless…they chose Eli. What would have they done with Sammy for three years…send him for takeout at the Meadowlands Diner? He’s a Jet…and not Jet Blue. Winner winner chicken dinner.
S…aquon. There is absolutely nothing not to like. Forget Sammy. This is a high impact player, something they desperately needed. And will be just fine, healthy of course, for years to come. It was the right pick for this team. Because The Book of Eli still has some chapters to write. What we don’t know if those chapters will be James Patterson…or Steven King.
Photo: Gary Sussman (left), Serena Williams (center)
S…erena. I was in the eye of the storm. The post-match presser, high drama at the Billie! More pressure for me than my 6th grade play! And at the end of the day…the GOAT could have, and should have, gotten back to the action a bit faster. There was a match to play. And possibly won…even though Osaka was magnificent. But as I’ve always said…if you don’t love the action, you’re in the wrong business!
Mets gave Jay Horwitz the sendoff he so richly deserved. The gold standard for all of us who worked in the business. And a better person.
I touted ‘Last Chance U’ in the past. Tuned in to this year’s stream. Not only has it jumped the shark, it has been eaten whole! The head coach is despicable, and should never be allowed to work in an academic environment. And did I mention the language? Oy!
Photo: Jason Kidd (left), Gary Sussman (right)
Went to the HOF induction ceremony. J Kidd and Rod. As it should be. But to see it live…and remember the crazy ride that took place in The Swamp….man.
The Joker now has 14 Grand Slams. At the end of the day, he may beat them all.
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