Thursday, April 14, 2005

Friday, April 08, 2005

Rain soaks Augusta. Pudding satisfies George.

All the rain at the Masters has really thrown a monkey in my wrench. I planned to spend the entire day following the leaderboard. But with the round postponed, I went to plan B: Lunch at the Germantown Commissary. Normally, I eat a slab of ribs and potato salad. But today I was feeling frisky and decided to get a quart of banana pudding. Believe me, nobody makes pudding like the commissary. Smooth. Creamy. Fruity. Sweet, but not too sweet. Perfection by the spoonful.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Houston's: really good place for lunch or dinner

I really enjoy Houston's restaurant. For years, I've asked them to become a sponsor of Sports Time (trading on-air endorsements for meals), but they're just not interested. It doesn't matter though, I keep going - sometimes several times a week. Of the hundreds of meals I've eaten there, I can't think of a single thing that wasn't delicious. Even the chicken is good, and I don't care much for chicken. Be sure to get the tortilla soup. Trust me, it's some kind of good.

2005 Baseball Predictions

NL Division winners
NL East: Mets
NL Central: Cardinals
NL West: Dodgers
NL Wildcard: Braves

AL Division winners
AL East: Yankees
AL Central: Twins
AL West: A's
AL Wildcard: Mariners

Playoffs
NLCS: Cardinals over Dodgers (5 games)
ALCS: Twins over Yankees (7 games)

World Series: Cardinals over Twins (6 games)

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

NIT atmosphere beats regular season

All those gimmicks during the regular season Tiger games really hack me off. So much time is devoted to "Dancing for your dinner", etc. that it takes the crowd right out of the game. At the NIT games, none of that nonsense is going on. Instead, we get the band, the cheerleaders, the students, and it really makes for a teriffic college basketball environment. Believe me, I've talked to RC Johnson about this on many occasions. I think these NIT games will help him see the light. It never should have taken him this long to realize that I'm never wrong.