Hockey is coming down to the last day of the season. An unbelievable series between the Rangers and the Flyers for the last playoff spot that came down to the final round of a shootout. While I do believe the shootout has no part in the current NHL, there really is no more dramatic way of ending a game. It really cannot be scripted better. I mean come on. 82 games in the year and the difference between meaningful hockey and golfing next week is the 3rd and final round of a shootout in the 82nd game between bitter division rivals? Unbelievable drama.
And speaking of golf...
What a win for my man Phil. For those of you who don't no much about golf other than Tiger and his problems, (Which, all due respect to the fans, you have no right to know anything about his life off the course) Phil Mickelson is the good guy of golf. A wonderful family man, always happy to take a picture, and one of the most brilliant golfers ever to play the game, if not one of the most maddening. (Put the driver away Phil. Use an iron for all I care just put the driver away...) Phil also is dealing with his own family issues, but of a different kind. Both his mother and wife Amy are dealing with serious illness, and it was obvious the toll it took on Phil and his game.
So good of him, with Amy and his father and his three children there, to walk up to the 18th hole and birdie and win The Masters for the 3rd time.
Attaboy Lefty. Still praying for you.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Ah sports...
For a sports fan, this is one of the most exciting times of the year. It seems that in the next few weeks some of the best moments in all of sports are beginning. So let's run down what's going on this month, in list form:
1) The NFL Draft
In just 2 weeks time football prospects from around the country will have their cell phones at the ready, waiting for the fateful call from one of the 30 NFL teams to the tune of "Son, how would you like to be a?" Millions of fans will be watching worldwide praying, hoping, applauding, and more than likely cursing when they hear the name of their first round pick. Whether it be the savior of a franchise the way Matt Ryan is shaping up to be in Atlanta or an unheralded 6th round pick who will one day be a 3-time Superbowl Champion; the draft is a day that conspires to throw the NFL balance of power out of whack, and bring hope and excitement to fans all across the globe. Go Bills!!!
2) MLB's Opening Day
Okay, so I admit that I'm a little bit late on this one. I was busy watching the games. It's a new season full of promise for every team. Everyone has a chance on Opening Day. Who says the Pirates or the Royals can't put together a miracle season? I mean, aside from Buster Olney. The Yankees are looking for number 28, the Braves are looking to Chipper Jones and rookie phenom Jason Heyward to give Bobby Cox a memorable final year managing the team. The Phillies are looking to make it 3 years straight in the World Series and a lot of teams are just trying not to screw it up too bad. I'm looking at you Mets.
All the stats are set to zero, everyone starts off even. David Price has the same ERA as CC Sabathia. It's a new day ladies and gentlemen. And I plan on riding the Atlanta Braves train for one hell of a season. For a lookout on the Mets all year long visit A Girl's View of the Game.
3) The Stanley Cup Playoffs
For someone living in Buffalo, this is one of the most exciting and nerve-wracking times of the year. The Sabres are back after two VERY long summers and in Northeast Division winning style no less!!! Now not many people are going to give us a chance to go far. But with Ryan Miller the best goalie in the world this season, already in possession of an Olympic medal nobody thought they would grab, anything can happen. It's the hardest trophy to win, the most beautiful to behold, and it's history is as colorful, dramatic, and exciting as any other title in sports.
And if the stars align...maybe even one more big silver award is in store for a certain goalie.
Lord Stanley may he rest in peace, and let the playoff's begin!!!
1) The NFL Draft
In just 2 weeks time football prospects from around the country will have their cell phones at the ready, waiting for the fateful call from one of the 30 NFL teams to the tune of "Son, how would you like to be a
2) MLB's Opening Day
Okay, so I admit that I'm a little bit late on this one. I was busy watching the games. It's a new season full of promise for every team. Everyone has a chance on Opening Day. Who says the Pirates or the Royals can't put together a miracle season? I mean, aside from Buster Olney. The Yankees are looking for number 28, the Braves are looking to Chipper Jones and rookie phenom Jason Heyward to give Bobby Cox a memorable final year managing the team. The Phillies are looking to make it 3 years straight in the World Series and a lot of teams are just trying not to screw it up too bad. I'm looking at you Mets.
All the stats are set to zero, everyone starts off even. David Price has the same ERA as CC Sabathia. It's a new day ladies and gentlemen. And I plan on riding the Atlanta Braves train for one hell of a season. For a lookout on the Mets all year long visit A Girl's View of the Game.
3) The Stanley Cup Playoffs
For someone living in Buffalo, this is one of the most exciting and nerve-wracking times of the year. The Sabres are back after two VERY long summers and in Northeast Division winning style no less!!! Now not many people are going to give us a chance to go far. But with Ryan Miller the best goalie in the world this season, already in possession of an Olympic medal nobody thought they would grab, anything can happen. It's the hardest trophy to win, the most beautiful to behold, and it's history is as colorful, dramatic, and exciting as any other title in sports.
And if the stars align...maybe even one more big silver award is in store for a certain goalie.
Lord Stanley may he rest in peace, and let the playoff's begin!!!
Friday, April 2, 2010
It's amazing
Driving home from my girlfriends, I had the sun roof open, the windows down, and "This Is It" on over the radio. And it was incredible just how much better the music sounded and how much better I felt with the wind in my hair and not having to worry about twenty degree weather.
It was fantastic. So fantastic in fact, that I got in another 18 on Ravine at the Ridge, not so good today. A +6. But the guy we did end up grouping with was great fun, and gave me a couple helpful hints on improving my sidearm throw. By the end of the day I had finally gotten it to turn the way I wanted, as opposed to getting lodged in a tree 50 feet in the wrong direction.
Out again tomorrow, with the girl for the first time and thinking it is going to take a very long time. Then playing another 18 with my little brother and my dad, who will be out for his first time.
Forecast? Massive tree hate and copious amounts of swearing. But in general, a good time.
It was fantastic. So fantastic in fact, that I got in another 18 on Ravine at the Ridge, not so good today. A +6. But the guy we did end up grouping with was great fun, and gave me a couple helpful hints on improving my sidearm throw. By the end of the day I had finally gotten it to turn the way I wanted, as opposed to getting lodged in a tree 50 feet in the wrong direction.
Out again tomorrow, with the girl for the first time and thinking it is going to take a very long time. Then playing another 18 with my little brother and my dad, who will be out for his first time.
Forecast? Massive tree hate and copious amounts of swearing. But in general, a good time.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Frolf season is officially open!
Opened up the frolf season today with a very good friend of mine.
We didn't feel like just going back to the Ridge because A) It would be packed, like groups on every hole. And B) we had played it a lot last year. So we went to Emery state park instead. And while it was fun I was not ready for it. It's about twice as long as the Ridge, mostly uphill.
So the front 9 starts going down a ski trail and is LONG. A perfect shot from someone at the skill level of my friend Hutch and I means we have a long birdie chance, or a decent par. We both shot 10. Not an auspicious way to open up the season. So we figure, new course, first outing, shake off the rust, the 10's will turn into 3's, 4's, and 5's.
They did not. They did turn into 5's, 6's, and 7's with the occasional 4. The front 9 is almost completely through the woods, which I love but at times it got ridiculous. Just impossible to get through without experiencing some degree of tree hate or disc eating monster branch. We walked out of the front 9 exhausted, muddy, bruised, and about 20 over par. A terrible performance I never hope to repeat.
The back 9 was very very nice though, a great mix of open holes, woods, and some nice dog legs down a par 5 or two running along the stream. Results? Not much prettier. We finished at a combined +45.
Unsatisfied and thirsty, we grabbed liter bottles of water and decided what the hell, let's play 18 at Chestnut Ridge too.
It was packed, but not terrible. Definitely had a few stoners start on 7 right before we finished 6. But all in all it was a fun afternoon, and much more successful than Emery was. We both hung around even all day and finished a combined -2, pretty good considering the year before a great day was finishing at -2 by yourself.
So Frolf, why aren't you playing it?
We didn't feel like just going back to the Ridge because A) It would be packed, like groups on every hole. And B) we had played it a lot last year. So we went to Emery state park instead. And while it was fun I was not ready for it. It's about twice as long as the Ridge, mostly uphill.
So the front 9 starts going down a ski trail and is LONG. A perfect shot from someone at the skill level of my friend Hutch and I means we have a long birdie chance, or a decent par. We both shot 10. Not an auspicious way to open up the season. So we figure, new course, first outing, shake off the rust, the 10's will turn into 3's, 4's, and 5's.
They did not. They did turn into 5's, 6's, and 7's with the occasional 4. The front 9 is almost completely through the woods, which I love but at times it got ridiculous. Just impossible to get through without experiencing some degree of tree hate or disc eating monster branch. We walked out of the front 9 exhausted, muddy, bruised, and about 20 over par. A terrible performance I never hope to repeat.
The back 9 was very very nice though, a great mix of open holes, woods, and some nice dog legs down a par 5 or two running along the stream. Results? Not much prettier. We finished at a combined +45.
Unsatisfied and thirsty, we grabbed liter bottles of water and decided what the hell, let's play 18 at Chestnut Ridge too.
It was packed, but not terrible. Definitely had a few stoners start on 7 right before we finished 6. But all in all it was a fun afternoon, and much more successful than Emery was. We both hung around even all day and finished a combined -2, pretty good considering the year before a great day was finishing at -2 by yourself.
So Frolf, why aren't you playing it?
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