I don’t mean that slightly provocative title as saying that I’m glad Obama fired our main guy in Afghanistan or anything, more so that it’s good to see that the power of the press is still very much there.
If you haven’t read Michael Hastings article about Gen. Stanley McChrystal and the war in Afghanistan yet, do it. Now.
Gen. Stanley McChrystal
The President did. And, like any boss who happens upon a note that trashes him written by his employees, he promptly fired McChrystal last week.
This has created all sorts of hubbub, especially in concern to media ethics. Some unnamed official claims that he broke some ‘unspoken’ ground rules and quoted stuff he shouldn’t have. Lara Logan, who covers the military, railed against him for breaking those same rules on CNN.
Filed under General, Media
Here’s the second installment in my sometimes-regular Saturday feature. Since I jinxed the Rangers’ win streak yesterday, hopefully this will make up for it. If you haven’t seen this yet and consider yourself a Ranger fan, you might need to rethink your devotion. It will also make you look back fondly on Ron Washington’s cocaine mishap:
The inspiration after the jump. Continue reading
Filed under General, Sports
The Texas Rangers have won 11 straight games, the second best streak in club history. Blake Hurtik has not yet blogged/Tweeted/Facebook-status’d about this yet. Coincidence?
I think not.
Hambone with the newly occurring "air-five-to-the-dugout," which really means, screw you, Pirates. Source: AP
My cyber silence on the issue has been partly due to a busy schedule and partly self-imposed. I didn’t want to jinx it. But I am comfortable enough with how this team has been playing that I don’t think I can do much hard. I believe (and really, really, really hope) that the Rangers have moved beyond the reach of superstition and have started to become masters of their own destiny.
And this is a good thing.
This weekend my family hosted one last graduation party for all those people who love and adore me back home. It was a great time. Great food (Shiner-soaked brisket and BBQ chicken plus a dozen other delights), great drinks and about 60 family and friends gathered to wish me luck/share their sadness for my current unemployment. Alas, such is the curse of being a graduate in 2010, as a Jehovah’s Witness made painfully clear to me this morning.
But one thing sticks out from all the good timey-ness: We got Iced.
How I (and my collegiate roommate John) managed to get through four years at UT without running into this hilarious and completely Bro-ish practice, I’ll never know. Don’t feel bad if you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’ll spread the gospel of Ice after the jump.
This may or may not become a Locker tradition, but I learned from my good friend Robert Rich’s forays into blogging: never make promises.
Still, this could be fun. I was going to kick it off with a US/England-related video to get you even more jazzed, but I don’t think you crazy Americans need any more help (maybe just more Sam Adams). But you can take something away from this beauty of a clip. Carry this kind of passion (and bat-throwing ability) with you in whatever you may do. Make sure you at least through the four-minute mark.
As The Big Lead said, I would like to have a beer with this man. (Or maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea. Apparently Backman was arrested for DUI a few years back). If the MLB wants to improve ratings, get Wally Backman up there ASAP and get him mic’d up. Actually, I think it should be a requirement to have every MLB manager mic’d up. Fascinating people.
Again, U-S-A! Do what Wally Backman would do!
Before you soccer…er…football…jump on that utterly obvious title, just hear me out. I’m here representing the somewhat common American man. One that loves BBQ, beer, baseball, football and kickin’ ass. Soccer doesn’t fit into that equation very often…more like only every four years.
But every time the World Cup rolls around now, I find myself swept up in the excitement and actually devoting days to watching Uruguay and France duel. (I honestly had forgotten that Uruguay was a country.) I’ve never particularly cared for soccer. I played it for one year when I was four and promptly quit after taking a ball to the face. That’s probably why I stuck to sports that involved protective head gear from there on out. That, and the fact that I was terrible.
But the 2002 Cup resurrected my interest of the game. I stayed up for the 3 a.m. start of the U.S.-Mexico second-round match and it was the first time I had been riveted by soccer. I’ll never forget Brian McBride and Landon Donovan and that 2-0 win. And this year I’m all sorts of amped up for the U.S.-England match tomorrow. Why? Well, here are my reasons to love the World Cup after the jump:
Getting all jazzed up about the impending demise of the Big 12 and the formation of the Pac-16/1,000?
I kind of am. I can’t lie; it’s exciting to see all of these reports coming out and watching true college football history play out over Twitter, the blogosphere and, most entertainingly, my friends’ Facebook statuses.
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I awoke this morning feeling anew, like a big part of my life had just been affirmed. Like my soul was just a little more complete.
I think that’s the kind of effect a Neil Young concert is supposed to have.
Last night was the most vivid, real and enjoyable concert experience I’ve ever had. Everything about it was just about perfect. My detailed run down after the jump.