You’ve heard, right, that Christmas is upcoming as it does each year so in my pursuit of keeping you sports nuts up on trivia (trivia of the world, my mind and of needful things) I’ve found a few sports stories that haven’t been creating enough readable ink by writers (is this really considered ink?) The clutter of mistletoe-related activities have caused you to experience a shortage of reading time.
Did you miss these things?
The zeitgeist of golf is undervalued (some say it otta’ be undervalued) this time of year until Tiger Woods appears in your stocking with some of those lovely signature golf balls. His many-mistletoed girl friends–he might have hooked the truth a bit there–used to get these lovely afterthoughts in their stockings. He gave his (many, many) girl friends golf balls for Christmas. He told his ex-wife that for a while.
Running shoes are nice to have but have you–you serious runners–ever tried to purchase a pair of actual functional running shoes. I mean have you tried to buy a pair of those dinosaur-era Converse or Reebok shoes with the proper amount of sole on them and not a foam explosion for your fashion comfort. Clue me in on where one can purchase those skinny, old-fashioned running shoes.
Professional wrestling is fun for that brief moment when your beer and your whiskey glass are full and you haven’t yet accidentally hit the mute button (turning the sound, accidentally, back on.) Is this Bill O’ Reilly’s idea that these inbred folks get a microphone and try– perhaps they’re trying– to convince us that politics (and the Republican party?) is actually run by these guys who are pretty familiar with everyone’s outrage of bad commentary: and, so and yet, they jovially blither on.
The MMA or Miixed Martial Arts has a serious following and please don’t confuse them with professional wrestling. In the MMA world, though, there’s a good chance of someone actually dying in the ring in the near future (and not an obviously staged death) and possibly on television because this is an insanely violent sport. I can’t believe no one has died yet.
The NFL isn’t the only sport where you can be given an education on the world of concussions but it’s the most practiced one; those control room guys at the big four networks that cover the NFL must not have had enough of a head slap upside their head as southerners would say because the glee of micro-managing those skull-rearranging moments on Sundays seems to be so thrilling that they seek it like a narcotic.