*Grooving in the Get Down Lounge on Father's Day Friday:
*Yoenis, or should I say, Throw-enis. How can I guy, look so bad, then look soooooooooo good! The Cuban Missile launcher is Puig--without all the drama. Yo-Yo is one of those special talents I recommend keeping an eye on. I have a feeling he is a love able clown, who can be extremely frustrating!
*The time is now ladies-->if there was ever a window to purchase the man in your life a new 55-inch flat screen TV, it is NOW. U.S. Open Golf all weekend, along with the World Cup, and with the NBA & NHL Finals underway: Just Do It Gals, Just Do It! Did I mention the Swinging A's and those Gritty Giants maintaining their leads atop the MLB Leader Boards? The signings of Kazmir and Hudson, looking pretty good right about now!
(**The original Evil Empire visiting the O.Co this weekend; while AT&T hosting the Rocks. Saturday a Bay Double-Dip opportunity by the way.)
*Pinstripe Nation will be out in full force this weekend to pay their final respects to Derek Jeter. To East Bay Sports fans, well, it just "ain't no big thing." Jeter, Franco Harris, Kirk Gibson, Tom Brady--all are etched in our minds forever, and not in a good way! AARRGH!
*I am kicking off this paternal weekend with some quality time with my 11-year old daughter. On the itinerary: Cinnaholic in Berkeley ( as seen on the television "Shark Tank"), followed by a trip to American Girl over near Stanford. You know how I like to Double Dip!! (If this is your first time reading, please see the three previous posts!)
*The World Cup started with a bang. Host Brazil knocking it around the pitch in front of a jazzed up crowd. Oh those officials!?! Brazil the recipient of an extremely, questionable, call. While "Fred" was grabbed near the goal, his flop would have brought a tear to the eye of the All-Time flopper, Vlade Divac! Croatians not exactly feeling that Brazilian love! Team USA kicks off on Monday, against their old nemesis Ghana. Also Monday, the key math of the Muerte Groupo (Group F) has Christiano Renaldo and his comrades squaring off against Germany. If the Americans can somehow get by Ghana, Cup fever could get a super-charged boost here in the US. Mexico kicks off against Cameroon in a couple of hours, with the Netherlands and defending champions Spain to follow.
*I am pulling for a Brazil-Spain final as I tweeted yesterday. I would love to see that Old Europe vs New World match up! Portgual vs. Uraguay would be OK too? A Mexico/Portugal Final would be delicious--now that's one Mexagee Party I do not want to miss!
*How about in 2018, King Bron Bron plays for the US Soccer team--put him in the goal. King leads US Soccer, come on now, think about it? Sure, give Capernick a jersey too. If the USA's best athletes were on the pitch, well....
*Speaking of the King--he is finally starting to look, well, not like a young guy! He could be a little wore down.....something deep in pancreas tells me however, that the NBA and NHL finals' aren't quite over. I am not quite ready to pronounce the Rangers and Heat as Champions, I am just saying, it ain't over. Yet. I won't even mention my good luck NYR (that's New York Rangers for you outdoor types) that has completely flipped the momentum of series around. I am just saying....also I am a tad cynical, and I am thinking of making a Tahoe run, just to bet on Heat-Spurs three in 2015. The Heat will add Melo, and the Spurts somebody we have never heard of who is a great team basketball player. By the way, when you hear or see the word team player, it simply means the following: a player who passes the ball.
*Look for a player who has never captured the U.S. Open (Golf) to lift the cup on Sunday. Saturday always the day to watch the leader board. By the way, the actual Leaderboard, does it get any cooler than that? Can you imagine your name on the top--in red (under par). The image to me dreams are made of. The name I am calling: Jordan Spieth. Great bit on ESPN and Andy North on who will win the Open--fantastic bit actually!
*I was blessed and fortunate to walk the hallowed grounds of the US Open Golf in 2012 (The Olympic Club in San Francisco), and the US Open tennis in 2013. Both experiences for me, mystical AND magical.
Walking on the same grounds where the greatest of all time performed their feats of excellence, well, simply awe inspiring. My fondest US Open Golf Moment: the anticipation of waiting for Tiger, Phil, and Bubba to walk down the 9th fairway at the Olympic Club. Then, the bewilderment of watching Phil walk back to the tee box. You diehards may recall, Phil lost his balls--in the trees apparently--and carted back up to the tee box to hit another drive! Eventually, these three larger-than-life figures strolled up to the green....gnarly. Wicked Cool. It was a great day!
**One of the coolest memories of that day (no not parking at Candlestick because there was a fire at a BART station, forcing to me to drive in the city); at the end of they day, I stayed at my parents house in the Big I (Isleton, CA!). As we were watching the highlights of the day, I recall sharing with my parents, what I had witnessed that day. I recall vividly how engaged my parents were in my stories--I was still intoxicated from first Open experience--and was babbling on and on and on. (You all know I can babble now!) However, they both listened intently--heck, I wasn't sure my parents really even liked golf?! There was something about the way they listened....it was like they were there with me. That day in particular very transcendent.....heck perhaps they were just tired, and were listening quietly, however it didn't feel that way. Mystical. Magical.
To all those of who played in US Opens and World Cups future and past, I raise my glass to you. To all fathers everywhere, a special toast for you. To my father, well, dad, you just keep right on looking over my shoulder!
Happy Father's Day!
P.S.: Derek Carr #4 Raider jersays not yet being produced on a national scale. One less gift item ladies--as least this year!
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