I hit a wall sometime late last week.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was completely burnt out. I wasn’t sleeping well. I didn’t feel like I was performing well at work. I was snapping at people. And so, I’m taking a short vacation.
Today is day 2 of a 4 day weekend. At first, I tried to make plans. I called some friends to see if they would be around. Turns out, the weekend after Memorial Day is not a great time to convince people to do stuff. Everyone has already done their long weekend activities. So, I have no plans. That’s worked out really well.
Yesterday, I sat by the East River and read about Lyndon Johnson for 2 hours. That might sound like a fate worse than death to you, but I was in fucking heaven. Today, I’ve been camped out on the couch watching baseball and falling in and out of sleep. Tomorrow and Tuesday, it’s supposed to rain. That’s great news too. I will feel no internal pressure to go outside.
There’s not much point to me writing about this. It’s not interesting or funny or particularly revealing about my inner-most thoughts. But I think that’s the point. I’m on vacation. My brain is off. There are no inner most thoughts this weekend.
AFTER THE JUMP: EHH… NOT MUCH
Let’s get one thing out the way. Start to finish, this was a shitty issue of Sports Illustrated. If you depend on these reviews to decide whether or not to read the magazine, you can go ahead and skip this week’s edition. But, for those of you who like to compare your thoughts with my own, I will soldier on.
There’s almost nothing worth reading in the into first half of the magazine. The picture that accompanies the scorecard column is a picture of a horse. So, I didn’t read it. The first “Inside…” column is about the Indy 500. So, I didn’t read it. Inside Baseball tells us that Adam Dunn is playing well again and Inside The NBA tells us that some borderline free agents might switch teams. Ok.
To Cheat or Not To Cheat by Tom Verducci
Verducci writes an exhuastive (actually exhausting) article about 4 former minor league teammates and the impact that steroids had on their careers. The piece comes 10 years after Ken Caminiti admitted to SI that he did PED’s and he thought everyone else did as well. This article, though, centers on former big league reliever Dan Naulty, who also admitted to using steroids. Here is how my range of interest varied as I read this article:
First few pages: I don’t care. Enough with the steroid talk
Next few pages: This actually is a little bit interesting. I’m getting caught up in the story of this guy’s desperation
Final few pages: Oh, he found god. I’m out.
I’ve said this before. I have no issue with people with strong religious beliefs. In many ways, I am jealous that they have found something to hold on to. But, I don’t want to hear about it. EVER.
One more thing, before we move on. I have no memory, whatsoever, of Dan Naulty pitching for the 1999 Yankees.
Quest For The Crown by Michael Farber
The LA Kings have always been an afterthought, except for that one time when they weren’t. But now, people like them again.
Last Stand Of The Big Three by Ian Thomsen
Thomsen writes about the aging Celtics. I would like to say, once and for all, that this “big three” does not compare to the Celtics of the 1980’s. Bird, McHale and Parrish are better than Garnett, Pierce and Allen. The 1980’s Big Three won 3 titles and apeared in 5 NBA championship series. The current trio isn’t as accomplished and they aren’t as good.
The Art of Boxing by Alexander Wolff
What the fuck is this? A bunch of old boxing paintings? Fuck you
Point After by Phil Taylor
Taylor writes about a great charity, which teams terminally ill children with college sports teams’ who take the kids under their wings. I have two criticisms, though. The first is that I think he’s already written about his charity in the past. The second is that he gives no indication how the readers can help the group if they’d like to.
I can make up for one of those: Friends of Jacklyn. If you’d like to help, click on that link and help.