A tale of two crashes
So the pathetic punks in pinstripes drop yet another one.
The Bombers (in this case, meaning "those who bomb out") continue to play like little leaguers. They’re seven games out of first place, tumbling further and further from .500. Meanwhile, Pedro "The Yankees Are My Papacito" Martinez damn near throws a no-hitter for "that other New York team". Yep, the Mets have the same record as the Red Sux at the moment and are a mere one game behind the NL East leading Nationals. Jesus, they’re even neck and neck with the Braves. Could they... dare I say it? Go to the playoffs?
The wacky world in which we live.
I’m firmly convinced that the Yankees' collapse in last year's playoffs literally ripped the heart from the team. I think that everyone in the dugout feels the ghost of losing an unprecedented four straight looming over their shoulder. That humiliation, especially topped off with the Sux then beating the Curse, has sunken into our bones and seems to be stuck there.
But I will soldier on. Besides, it gives me something to be combative about.
"Thank you, God, for not making me a Yankee..."
There is, however, better (if entirely unrelated) news.
I went with Danny and his friend Tara to see Crash last night.
Everyone needs to go see this movie.
Right now.
This is one of the best films I've seen in quite some time. I've not been touched by anything like this since I saw Garden State and I actually prefer Crash. The pacing is flawless, the acting is stellar, and the storyline is deeply heartfelt, engaging, and surprising. Yes, you have to accept a certain degree of slightly unbelievable coincidence (a knot of seemingly unrelated characters continually encountering each other in the vastness that is Los Angeles), but this does not detract from the film in the least. In fact, it brings up all kinds of debate about fate, destiny, and whether or not there is an overall plan designed to teach us certain harsh lessons.
Crash brazenly addresses racism, sexism, and the shifting relationships between men and women, parents and children, employers and employees... I could go on and on. Despite being "a small film", its breadth of vision is simply stunning; can’t recommend it enough.
Both Joe Torre and Don Cheadle are secretly fans of:
White Zombie - Astro-Creep: 2000
(this is why Rob should stick to music and stay away from directing; this and the execrable House Of 1000 Corpses...)
The White Stripes - Elephant
(I've come for my ball and my biscuit)
Plumbline - Circles
(can't seem to get enough of this one; gonna be a fave for awhile, methinks)
The Chemical Brothers - Dig Your Own Hole
(and bury Noel Gallagher in it)
The Ink Spots - Golden Greats
(74 glorious tracks of proto-Doo Wop mastery)
The Bombers (in this case, meaning "those who bomb out") continue to play like little leaguers. They’re seven games out of first place, tumbling further and further from .500. Meanwhile, Pedro "The Yankees Are My Papacito" Martinez damn near throws a no-hitter for "that other New York team". Yep, the Mets have the same record as the Red Sux at the moment and are a mere one game behind the NL East leading Nationals. Jesus, they’re even neck and neck with the Braves. Could they... dare I say it? Go to the playoffs?
The wacky world in which we live.
I’m firmly convinced that the Yankees' collapse in last year's playoffs literally ripped the heart from the team. I think that everyone in the dugout feels the ghost of losing an unprecedented four straight looming over their shoulder. That humiliation, especially topped off with the Sux then beating the Curse, has sunken into our bones and seems to be stuck there.
But I will soldier on. Besides, it gives me something to be combative about.
"Thank you, God, for not making me a Yankee..."
There is, however, better (if entirely unrelated) news.
I went with Danny and his friend Tara to see Crash last night.
Everyone needs to go see this movie.
Right now.
This is one of the best films I've seen in quite some time. I've not been touched by anything like this since I saw Garden State and I actually prefer Crash. The pacing is flawless, the acting is stellar, and the storyline is deeply heartfelt, engaging, and surprising. Yes, you have to accept a certain degree of slightly unbelievable coincidence (a knot of seemingly unrelated characters continually encountering each other in the vastness that is Los Angeles), but this does not detract from the film in the least. In fact, it brings up all kinds of debate about fate, destiny, and whether or not there is an overall plan designed to teach us certain harsh lessons.
Crash brazenly addresses racism, sexism, and the shifting relationships between men and women, parents and children, employers and employees... I could go on and on. Despite being "a small film", its breadth of vision is simply stunning; can’t recommend it enough.
Both Joe Torre and Don Cheadle are secretly fans of:
White Zombie - Astro-Creep: 2000
(this is why Rob should stick to music and stay away from directing; this and the execrable House Of 1000 Corpses...)
The White Stripes - Elephant
(I've come for my ball and my biscuit)
Plumbline - Circles
(can't seem to get enough of this one; gonna be a fave for awhile, methinks)
The Chemical Brothers - Dig Your Own Hole
(and bury Noel Gallagher in it)
The Ink Spots - Golden Greats
(74 glorious tracks of proto-Doo Wop mastery)
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