Man meets woman. The man is married. He says unhappily so. So the woman wants to save him, take him in, love him, and build him up again. This is an ancient story, played out on park benches and hotel beds in every corner of every corner of every corner.
But what if that woman eventually wants to give that man back?
That’s the gist of MAGGIE’S PLAN, the latest indie romantic comedy starring Greta Gerwig. Year after year, Gerwig keeps winning these title roles because she can win us all over with that pouty, innocent face — even as she sets in motion a manipulative scheme to hand back her husband (Ethan Hawke) to the woman she originally stole her from (Julianne Moore).
Cold, right? Not this time. The events of MAGGIE’S PLAN are played out relatively lightly, so the casting had to be just right, with Gerwig front and center. It starts with Maggie’s admission that she is going to have a baby by herself. After a meet-cute we see Maggie fall in love with the Hawke character, a professor of anthropology, while reading some chapters of his novel. She begins talking non-stop about him to friends (SNL alums Bill Hader and Maya Rudolph), who are skeptical of this married man’s intentions. Sure enough, after a few icy scenes with the Moore character — a driven, tenured professor at Columbia — Hawke, who has philandering characters down cold at this point, quickly falls into bed with Maggie.
Gerwig stars in “Maggie’s Plan,” not to be confused with “Maggie’s Farm,” which would be an entirely different kind of film.
So Maggie steals the man, they marry, and raise an adorable daughter together. Two birds, one stone. But in their powder blue, Brooklyn apartment three years later, the grass is no longer greener. The man is still writing the same novel, still looking for approval from his ex-wife, and Maggie has basically become a nanny for the kids, and his personal maid. OK, then. Time to give him back. And that’s it for exact details. I’ll simply note that philanderers, while fun dates, are philanderers.
Again, the casting is rock-solid. Whether you can actually see this cast showcase their talents is an issue for the folks who pushed this movie through for a summer release. With FINDING DORYstill swimming upstream into your wallet, and the remake of GHOSTBUSTERS about to shout to the heavens about girl power, there is little chance you’ll see MAGGIE’S PLAN in theaters unless you live in New York, or actively seek out the art-house theater in major cities (The Ritz at the Bourse in Philly springs to mind). So the question becomes, for future you toggling between cable channels in Spring 2018: Is Gerwig, Moore, Hawke, the SNL-ers and a screwball plot enough for you to watch this on late-night cable TV?
For New Yorkers, I’d go with probably. I nodded my head at a romantic montage in underground Chinatown, likely on Mott Street. I also shook my head when the editor cut from Gerwig walking across the street at Washington Square Park, and then followed that up with a scene with Hader in Union Square, as if they were the same place. You get curious about where they’ll shoot next, if the apartments are realistic, and how insular and even gossipy the world of academia can be in the Big Apple. And for a change a NYC movie wasn’t shot in summertime, or Christmas, or in the leafy, cinematic bloom of autumn. No, it’s the slushy, grimy, snow-is-about-to-melt city the locals know in March. I’d give it three stars for New Yorkers.
Does any actor do “Suddenly Bored With Marriage Guy” better than Ethan Hawke?
For everyone else, it could be a lesser film. There are moments of warmth and tears here, but make no mistake: this story is about a con game. Two women are manipulating a needy man – with an against-type spin that these strong, beautiful females are not competing, but rather in total agreement that a certain end result is the best one. They are playing marriage Ping-Pong, without his consent. Still, it’s standard operating procedure in movies that anything can happen to a cad who leaves his wife for a younger woman. An audience is ok with anything in those cases, barring death.
From here, maybe Gerwig gets a shot at a quality big-budget flick like the rest of the headliners here, and not a tepid remake of ARTHUR. She can exude joy while we watch from a distance, make you root for a misanthrope to change for her, and is not afraid to grind through take after take to get a 30-second scene right. Maybe Spielberg or Abrams will have something special planned for the actress down the line.
After watching enough of these rom-coms, you notice what I call a “first look” from the leading lady. They are all different, of course, but the gist of it is: this man has been in front of me all this time, why didn’t I see him before this way? Why have I been so silly all this time? Now it all makes sense. I leave it up to you whether you believe this happens in real life. But that “first look” certainly happens in movies that try to best capture the romanticism of real life.Gerwig has a sweet one. One that can close a movie on an upbeat note.
Oh, and keep an eye on actor Travis Fimmel in the future — especially if he’s in the same room as your girlfriend. He plays Ragnar on the TV series VIKINGS, and though new to the big screen, he already has the presence of a young Russell Crowe.
And now I really want to find that underground hangout in Chinatown.
Last night Jon Stewart hijacked The Late Showdesk, not long after Donald Trump’s speech, and accused “Lumpy” (Sean Hannity) and his cronies of what many of us have been saying for months: Hypocrisy.
Anyway, I’ll just sit back and let you listen. It really gets good at 11 minutes, but you should hear the earlier set up, too.
2. aGOPalypse Now
Given the grim tone of Trump’s speech, perhaps they should have played a tune from The Darkness
“America First” and “Law and Order” have about as much of a substantive message as “Roll, Tide,” (perhaps less), but the people in Donald Trump’s corner don’t care. I don’t know who the Quicken Loans Arena M.C. is, but after Mike “Gay Reeducation Camps” Pence spoke on Wednesday he played The Who’s “Eminence Front” (“it’s a put on, it’s a put on”) and after Trump spoke last night, he played Free’s “All Right Now” (which sounds a lot like “All white now/Baby, it’s all white now”) followed by the Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.”
The M.C. is trolling the GOP and they don’t even realize it. Meanwhile, Trump is trolling America and at least 45 % of the country doesn’t realize it.
Meanwhile, as much as Trump and his minions would like you to think the world (and America) is going to hell, most everything is far better since late January, 2009. The planet—and America—isn’t perfect, but it never was and never will be. If Trump had gone after Bush 43’s record, he would have had exponentially more material. But it’s not about Dem or GOP; it’s about whites versus everyone else. That’s what “our country” means to them.
3. Cougar Town
Houston finished 13-1 last season, their lone defeat by 3 at UConn
It was all so simple, really, and easy for any elementary school student to understand: the Big Ten has 14 schools and the Big 12 has 10 schools and don’t ask why, you little brat. And now the latter conference wants to spoil that by returning to its days as a 12-school conference. So I’ll never be able to refer to 10 items as a “Bowlsby’s Dozen” anymore? For shame.
You ask me (and no one ever does), the strongest Big 12 would be one that gets Texas A&M and Nebraska back, but this is college football, and that would make sense, so it’s not going to happen. We’ll probably see Houston and BYU, both of whom are named the Cougars.
4. Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte
To think that these could have solved the entire problem
Yesterday the NBA announced that it would be moving next February’s All-Star Game from Charlotte due to North Carolina’s LGBTQ bathroom laws (by the way, did you notice how when Trump said, “LGBTZ” last night he said it as if he were reading an eye chart?).
Anyway, our friend Clay Travis decried it as hypocritical and Bromani-esque (pointing out the NBA will play 2 games in Mexico City next season) while our other friend Pablo Torre silenced a tweep who made the same point while wondering if their sudden concern for Mexican human rights was just a convenient way to justify their transparent bigotry (it’s been an awful week for Clay this week, if you ask me; and I know he’s a smart guy, but he’s just gone from reasoned and contrarian to utter Trump homer and quasi-bigot).
Anyway, last night billionaire PayPal founder Peter Thiel (who’s gay) told the RNC that we shouldn’t care about where people go to the bathroom (unless it’s on Amsterdam Ave in the broad daylight, which I have seen), and the RNC throng cheered, but I don’t quite think they realized that they were cheering against North Carolina’s law.
Also, this should only cost the city of Charlotte $80-100 million, so what’s the big deal?
5. The Film Room with Chris Corbellini
by Chris Corbellini
Here we have a movie that had to redeem itself for even being made. The preview of the new GHOSTBUSTERS is the most disliked in YouTube history, and haterade has been dumped on its female cast like ghostly green slime for their having dared to remake a comedy classic. For the record, the movie doesn’t deserve the gender-biased scorn, so take your geek pills and slowly step away from the message boards. It isn’t worthy of comedy Cooperstown, either. It’s just fun enough to make you leave the theater with a smile on your face, and maybe a little nostalgic for the original.
Count me among the folks who thought that remaking GHOSTBUSTERS with an all-female cast was an inspired choice. Replacing Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd, Harold Ramis and Ernie Hudson with bros would have been worse — the movie would have keeled over and died from the comparisons. And I suspect all four title character would compete to be Murray – I can picture Vince Vaughn, Stiller, Hader, and Kevin Hart going for it that way – which is an impossible task.
Yeah, even with all the cameos from the original (maybe because of them), this one is a little shaggy. The middle act took some hacks in the edit suite, as if the director Paul Feig shot four hours of improvisation, and didn’t know what to keep. But the opening is a fitting set-up and the third act gathers steam, rescued by the special effects and a cast totally game to embrace all the weirdness around them.
Our first glimpse of a scientist who would become a Ghostbuster this century is at Columbia University, where the Kristen Wiig character Erin is close to getting tenure. The issue for Erin, besides the elitist sneer of her boss, played by GAME OF THRONES veteran Charles Dance (he can do this role while napping), is that she wrote a book on the paranormal with the Melissa McCarthy character, Abby. Now that book is available on Amazon, which threatens Erin’s reputation. She asks Abby to take it down, they then bond over a ghost sighting, and off goes the movie.
Unlike the original, where you instantly acknowledge Aykroyd, Ramis and Murray as a team because you’ve seen them in <a href=” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xR9HuRUUTbs”>movies together before</a>, this one takes a little time establishing why Erin and Abby drifted apart, and how they became friends in the first place. There’s a backstory about how Erin was haunted by a ghost as a child, was mocked for it in school, with only loyal Abby believing her. It’s not hard to envision Wiig’s character as the type of smart girl who acted dumb to impress the boys in school, while McCarthy, a force of nature, did what she wanted even if it meant being ostracized for it. Now, as adults, they join forces with Kate McKinnon’s character, the big brain that invents all the ghost-catching gadgets, and Leslie Jones, an MTA worker and NYC historian who’s had close encounters with a ghost herself. Chris Hemsworth plays their himbo secretary, essentially becoming the possessed Sigourney Weaver role when the ectoplasm really hits the fan.
The comedy is divvied up rather evenly, which is what Feig does so well. All five get moments of awesomeness: Jones rescues two of the others in their office above a Chinese restaurant (the firehouse in the original was listed at $21,000 a month), Hemsworth uses every take to prove how gleefully dumb he is, McCarthy and Wiig become sisters again, willing to go to hell together, and McKinnon is Roger Rabbit in the flesh, using every cutaway as a chance to pluck away the movie for herself with a loony tunes expression. At a key moment when the four are fighting for their lives in Times Square, Fieg singles out McKinnon’s character, Holtzman, who says to herself “I forgot about my new toys!” and then proceeds to shred her way through apparition after apparition. It feels like Feig wanted to reward the SNLsuperstar for being his secret weapon and it’s the best bit in the movie – the whackadoodle smarty turned girl-powered samurai.
One of the charms of the original is the authentic and even grubby Manhattan locations. And their struggle to live in the Big City is relatable. Before business picked up the Ghostbusters worried about money, and Hudson joined the team by saying “If there’s a steady paycheck in it, I’ll believe anything you say.” Behind the scenes, you can tell the city loved the shoot. I was 11 when I first saw it and it’s the first time I ever thought to myself that it looks fun to make a movie. The original also boasts the biggest laugh I’ve ever heard in a theater. Feel free to point out all its flaws — my response is that even if it weren’t your kind of movie, you have to judge a comedy ensemble by an audience’s reaction to it. And by that standard, GHOSTBUSTERS is one of the funniest movies of my lifetime.
That’s tough to live up to, and comedy is tough enough to make on its own. The female GHOSTBUSTERS is definitely missing that NYC vibe – some moments are staged in another city (Boston), or a sound stage — and there’s a lot of herky-jerky stuff in the middle. Like JJ Abrams’ STAR WARS, you are comparing the movie to a cultural touchstone for so many, hoping it’s worthy, not thinking it’s worthy before it settles in, and grimacing a little when it’s too reverential overall. But GHOSTBUSTERS 2.0 grew on me from their first ghost capture on, when the girls truly became a team, and their climactic battle in Times Square is impressive to watch on the big screen. I never thought the wispy Wiig could wield and shoot a ghost gun with such …determination. And then there’s McKinnon making all those faces. There’s a lot of fun in this one.
It’s just not the original. Please let that one go, internet commenters, and enjoy yourself for once.
A Medium Happy 38th to Josh Hartnett, whose movie career now exists on the side of a milk carton
Ted Cruz: Red and white (or Hispanic), but not blue.
1.Cruz (Out of) Control*
*Sure, the judges will also accept “Boos Cruz” or “TED Talks” or “What Did You Expect From The Guy Whose Dad Murdered JFK?”
Lyin’ Ted Cruz spoke at RNC Day 3 and defied the delegates in the crowd by saying, “Vote your conscience” as opposed to “Vote Donald Trump.” That drew boos and ire. Apparently those are mutually exclusive acts.
It’s as Cruz were Dylan and The Band plugging in and refusing to play their set acoustically. Plenty o’ pundits (including everyone’s favorite Trump-by-numbers sports personality, Clay Travis) said that Cruz committed treason against the GOP. Did he?
Or was this a shrewd plan? Many, many GOPers cannot stand that Trump and his minions have hijacked the party. Most have either remained silent (the Bush presidents) or mildly capitulated (Marco Rubio basically Skyped in his speech). But Cruz, who had more reasons than anyone who ran to loathe Trump, remained true to what he’d said for an entire year.
The fallout? If Trump wins, the worst that will happen to Cruz is that he’ll remain a big deal Texas pol. If Trump loses, and everyone in the GOP wakes up and realizes they’d been going off the rails on a crazy train, he can be the one candidate in 2020 who can claim, “I never abandoned the ideals of the GOP; I never bended the knee to Trump.” He’ll be the one candidate who stands out for that, while others will weakly claim to have done the same. But Cruz will be the only one who stood up at the RNC and did it.
2. The Worst Wing
“Smiles. Smiles, everyone!”
Another day at the RNC, another instance of Trump campaign manager Paul Manafort (who should know better; he has two degrees from Georgetown) blatantly lying.
Another day of tribalism over democracy by Trump supporters.
Another day of some GOP leader (last night it was Newt Gingrich) saying that we should “declare war on ISIS,” an entity that holds no land and would love nothing more than to have its identity bolstered by that formal declaration. It would be like inviting Ball State to play in the SEC: It provides them a high profile that they haven’t earned and would only help in ‘cruitin.’ You declare war on sovereign states; you don’t declare war on fringe movements. How’d that “War on Drugs” go?
No, of course Laura Ingraham did not make a “Sieg Heil” salute. Why would you think that? Everyone waves that way, with their palm directed to ground and arm locked and extended at a 45-degree angle. Just another lame stream media controversy.
Anyway, I’m not being hyperbolic here: The Trump movement inside the GOP is the ugliest, most nationalistic, tribalistic and racist movement from a presidential candidate I’ve ever seen in my lifetime. The most important thing you may ever do as a citizen of this country (unless you’ve served in the military) will be to not vote for Trump in November (I’m sure you’re shocked to hear me type those words).
3. What Part of “Hands Up” Do Cops Not Understand?*
The man laying on his back, hands raised in air, was shot by police. Obviously he was a threat.
*The judges will also accept “Florida Man.”
The man with his hands in the air is 47 year-old Charles Kinsey, who is an employee of an assisted living facility. The dude sitting up is a 23 year-old autism patient who was holding a truck and was suicidal. This was in North Miami yesterday. The key difference between the two men, sorry to say, is that Kinsey’s black. Because even though he is holding what appears to be a non-strenuous Yoga pose (consult your local Lululemon clerk), cops still shot Kinsey.
“I’m like this right here, and when he shot me, it was so surprising,” Kinsey told WSVN-TV in Miami. “It was like a mosquito bite, and when it hit me, I’m like, ‘I still got my hands in the air, and I said, ‘No I just got shot! And I’m saying, ‘Sir, why did you shoot me?’ and his words to me, he said, ‘I don’t know.'”
Why isn’t this getting more attention? 1) He didn’t die. 2) Every cable news channel has tunnel vision on Cleveland this week.
4. “What do you think? Funniest guy? Funniest black guy?”
Matthews and Jost and the funniest black guy on the set
You were probably asleep. Late last night/early this a.m. on MSNBC, Colin Jost and Michael Che did a special RNC edition of “Weekend Update.” Kate McKinnon also showed up as Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
Afterward, Che and Jost were on with host Chris Matthews, who came off as not being used to conversing with black people in casual, apolitical conversation. As if it were 1968, Matthews asks Che, “What do you think, funniest guy? Funniest black guy?” Watch how Jost just loses it.
Earlier, and I cannot find the video, Matthews actually looked at Che and said, “I have a theory about African-Americans…” to which Che replied, “I’m all ears.” Cant. Make. This. Stuff. Up.
Also, Che kept his cool throughout, though his eyes did roll once or twice.
5. FLOTUS Did Not Lip-Synch This
Like Seinfeld with POTUS last winter, the car never leaves the White House grounds. Also, you can see the Secret Service vehicle trailing them much of the time.
Where Do The Children Play
British singer/songwriter/legend Cat Stevens turns 69 today.This was the first track on Stevens’ classic 1970 album Tea For The Tillerman, which also includes “Father and Son,” “Miles From Nowhere,” “Wild World,” “On The Road To Findout,” and the title track, which was the theme that played at the end of every episode of Extras. This song also appeared in Harold and Maude. Stevens was absolutely prolific and had an incredible batting average (good songs/overall output) in the late Sixties/early Seventies.
RNC Night 4
All The Channels 8 p.m.
Darth Trump will speak this evening, as will his daughter Ivanka Trump (truly cool; once hung out with her in an after hours speakeasy in Alphabet City), PayPal founder Peter Thiel and pope-basher Jerry Falwell, Jr.Also recommend you catch Real Time with Bill Maheron YouTube at 11 p.m.
A Medium Happy 41st to Judy Greer, who played that girl in that movie where she was friends with the star
“All white now, baby, it’s all white now….”
1. RNC, Day & Night 2
“Hey, JW, why are you always so negative about Trump and the RNC?”
Give me something to be positive about. I mean, please. Anyway, here’s Scott Baio fecklessly attempting to defend this vulgar tweet he retweeted about Hillary Clinton (yes, I know, she’s no saint) to NBC’s Tamron Hall, who eats him for lunch:
The speechwriters on Melania’s speech were, as The New York Timesreports, former Bush 43 speechwriters Matthew Scully and John McConnell. But they say it was not they who cribbed from Michelle Obama. The takeaways from this incident, which is yet another defining moment for the Trump campaigns: 1) Trump can’t even get the easy things right 2) Trump, when confronted with an obvious error or misdeed, is still unable or unwilling to take the blame, and 3) his hard-core supporters don’t care; he’s Teflon Don to them.
There’s more: Chris Christie “prosecuting” HRC and calling her a witch; Ben Carson saying that she pals around “with Lucifer;” Paul Ryan speaking about party unity and receiving at best a smattering of applause (he only mentioned Trump’s name twice, and seemingly through gritted teeth); Don, Jr., making a forceful speech, but using some lines that were previously used two months ago in an op-ed by F.H. Buckley; turns out Buckley was a speechwriter for Don, Jr., but still could not be bothered with coming up with entirely new material; a Muslim speaker who closed Night 2 and was met with awkward silence by those still remaining inside Quicken Loans Arena….
Late night lines: Seth Meyers: “Tuesday’s motto was ‘Make America Work Again’ whereas Monday’s had been ‘Make Scott Baio Work Again.'” Colbert: “If only there was someone in the Trump campaign who was good at firing people.” Corden: Noted that “We Are the Champions” was the wrong song for Monday’s Trump reveal, and that it should have been, “I see a little silhouette-o of a man” from “Bohemian Rhapsody.”
2. “We’re Not Booing, We’re Saying, ‘Lou! Lou!’ Oh, Wait: We ARE Booing.”
He’s all yours now, South Carolina
We’ve told former Notre Dame football coach Lou Holtz many times: “Royal Crown Cola, not Crown Royal liquor,” if you’re going to be speaking in public. On Monday night Holtz was spotted at the RNC carrying a bag that indicated inside was a bottle of Crown Royal.
On Tuesday the lisping leprechaun spoke at the Republican National Coalition for Life and, himself the grandson of immigrants, denounced the “invasion” of immigrants on our shores (read: Mexicans). ““I don’t want to become you,” the man who had his greatest success coaching a team named “the Fighting Irish” said.. “I don’t want to speak your language, I don’t want to celebrate your holidays, I sure as hell don’t want to cheer for your soccer team!”
And then he wished everyone a belated Happy St. Patrick’s Day and was off, I assume (honestly, what does Lou have against Cinco de Mayo? Who doesn’t like a marguerita?)
Notre Dame president (and alumnus) Fr. John Jenkins, C.S.C, was more than a week ahead of Lou on this one, issuing this press release about 10 days ago, denouncing the current anti-Hispanic rhetoric on the GOP side as “churlish political theater.” I hope Jenkins also reminded Lou that Notre Dame’s women’s soccer team has won two more national championship than he did.
3. Garry Marshall, R.I.P.
Joannie loved Chachi; Did Chachi’s speech kill the creator of Happy Days? Hope not. Beloved Hollywood director and screenwriter Garry Marshall passed away at the age of 81. Marshall, who was actually a first-generation paisan from the Bronx (like my parents), created Happy Days and its spinoffs (sister Penny co-starred in Laverne & Shirley), adapted The Odd Couple for TV (a classic from the early ’70s), and directed Pretty Woman and The Flamingo Kid.
The second-best sitcom ever sit in New York City (I’m sorry, Lucy and Ricky, but it is)
Our (my) opinion? Nothing tops The Odd Couple. If you’ve never seen it, find the episodes as soon as you can. Especially note that it’s Jack Klugman playing a middle-aged slovenly sportswriter in New York City. He had a roommate named Felix (and mine is a cat, but not Felix the Cat).
4. Boogie’s Big Moment?
DeMarcus “Boogie” Cousins has for six years toiled for the NBA’s least visible franchise, the Sacramento Kings, and has yet to appear in a playoff game. Despite averaging at least 20 points and 11 boards a game for each of the past four seasons, he has only been named to two All-Star teams, both times as a backup.
His Q rating is low, partly due to the team he plays on and partly because he has long been a glowering, even surly, presence. But now he’ll be starting for Team USA in the Olympics. I’m thinking Rio will be Boogie’s coming-out party. You know, if he and the rest of the Olympians survive.
5. Tippin Zee?
Somehow no one died when a crane that was being used to work on the expansion of the Tappan Zee Bridge collapsed yesterday afternoon. The bridge, which spans the Hudson River, connects New York’s Westchester County to Nyack, N.Y. and is the largest span north of New York City (it’s located 22 miles north of the George Washington Bridge).
Now, why you’d build a bridge over the widest portion of a river that is a few hundred miles long, well, someone needs to explain that to me. Oh, you will? Thanks.
Never said I was a hip-hop connoisseur, but this is easily my favorite song by P. Diddy (featuring Skylar Grey, whose vocals are pure honey). Grea contrast between the two voices; there’s so much euphony going on here, and you have to love the way the song keeps building to its climax. The 2010 song did more than a million in digital sales and is Diddy’s incontrovertible crossover classic.
RNC, Day 3
8 p.m. PBS, 10 p.m. major nets, all day CNN, MSNBC, FOX
I’m a Van Jones (no relation to Love Jones) guy. Are you? CNN’s anchor holds his own with any pundit on either side of the aisle, and I think they’re all secretly afraid of him because he’s built like an action hero. Van’s the Man.
A Medium Happy 69th to Queen guitarist Brian May, who says he’d “never give permission” for Donald Trump (or anyone) to use “We Ae The Champions” for political purposes
1. Melania Vanilli
The presumptive First Lady’s speech was bland but emphatic, or so we thought. Then social media soon revealed that 58 words, including key clauses, were directly lifted from Michelle Obama’s 2008 speech from the Democratic National Convention. It’s plagiarism, and Melania Trump was almost certainly an innocent victim here.
Team Trump had months to prepare for the first night of the RNC and this is what they delivered: a speech plagiarized in parts from the wife of the man whom Trump says is an unfit leader for the USA. This morning, of course, Team Trump is claiming that the overlap is nothing more than a coincidence because it knows that Trump’s base doesn’t care about truth; it cares about white supremacy.
Or, you know, maybe Melania was just going Jay-Z on all this and sampling from a previous hit. Who knows?
2. Celebrity Apprentice
Speakers during the opening night of the 2016 Republican National Convention included Melania Trump….
Antonio Sabato, Jr.,…
and Scott Baio.
3. Colbert’s Comeback
Arguably Stephen Colbert‘s strongest episode since taking over The Late Show last summer, as his opening musical number lays waste to the RNC. Then, on this rare live episode, there’s a bit with his former The Daily Show boss Jon Stewart that segues into Colbert reviving his old character from The Colbert Report to do a “The Word” segment on “Trumpiness.”
Great stuff, even if it was a reminder that Colbert’s currently only a shadow of his former, albeit staged, self.
Chapman throws heat that hits numbers even higher than this week’s temperatures
New York’s trio of relievers—Dellin Betances, Andrew Miller, and Aroldis Chapman, collectively known as “No Runs DMC”—extended their scoreless innings streak to 22 innings last night in the Yanks’ 2-1 victory over the Orioles. Also, it was the Yanks’ 22nd game in which they failed to score in the first inning. The headline, though, will be that Chapman twice touched an unhittable 105 m.p.h. on the radar gun in the 9th inning.
This was the Yankee-est win of the season: Don’t score a run in the opening inning. Get an A-Bomb from A-Rod. Take a one-run lead into the 7th and let Betances, Miller and Chapman do their thing. Wake up the next morning with a .500 (46-46) record.
5. “I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot!”
Valentine was 0 for 6 from beyond the arc when he hit his game-extending 3 at the end of regulation….
Chicago Bulls rookie Denzel Valentine—you may remember him as the AP College Player of the Year at Michigan State last winter—hits a game-tying three at the end of regulation against the Minnesota Timberwolves and then a buzzer-beating game winner in OT as the Bulls finish 8-0 and win the NBA’s Las Vegas Summer League.
Former Notre Dame guard Jerian Grant scored 24 for Chicago and Bobby Portis 26. Last year’s rookie point guard, Tyus Jones, poured in 27 for the T-Wolves.
The NBA never sleeps, by the way. Earlier yesterday on the same UNLV campus, the first practice for the Team USA men’s hoops Olympic squad took place. Adam Silver ain’t no dummy, putting both those deals on the same site. Easier for media to cover both.
Roger Ailes will soon be out at Fox News….Russia will likely be banned from the Rio Olympics (at least they should be)…Nintendo stock is up 116% since June 27 thanks to Pokemon Go (that was an easy one to see).
There’s not a dud on Lucinda Williams’ 1998 Grammy-winning album Car Wheels On A Gravel Road. This tune was written in, what, tribute (?) to a fellow songwriter, Blaise Foley, who had a, well, look at the title of the song
Republican National Convention
8-11 p.m. PBS
I’m going to give the joint PBS-NPR telecast a go tonight (“You flaming liberal!”). We’ll see how that goes.
A Medium Happy 95th (95th!) birthday to astronaut John Glenn!
Donnie Loves Chachi*
Is Scott Baio a elite personality? The former Happy Days teen crush (“Chachi” became a euphemism for “hottie”)is speaking on the first night of the Republican National Convention in Cleveland tonight. Wondering if the Dems will counter next week with Ted McGinley….
*props to tweep @artiehustle for that one
2. How Swede It Is
Phil Mickelson, at the age of 46, was vying to become the oldest winner of a British Open in the event’s 149 years. And on Sunday’s final round at Royal Troon, Lefty shot a six-under-par 65, his lowest score ever in the final round of a major. But Mickelson, whose winless streak is now at three years, was up against Henrik Stenson, a Swede who was in the midst of shooting the round of his life: a 63.
It’s the first win in a major for any Swede, while for Mickelson it’s perhaps the most difficult second place in a major of his career. “I played close to flawless golf and was beat,” Mickelson said Mickelson, who has won five majors (including the British Open in 2013) but has finished second or tied for second in majors 11 times. “It’s probably the best I’ve played and not won. But Henrik made 10 birdies, so what are you going to do?
3. Be Not Afraid
Today: A crowd gathers for a moment of silence in Nice
Go away for a couple of days and you fall behind on your Unspeakable Acts of Human Evil list. Last Thursday night a deranged (or “radicalized”) jerk plowed a truck into a crowd in Nice, France, that was celebrating Bastille Day, killing 80, and on Sunday a misbegotten soul shot three police officers dead in Baton Rouge. Good will always triumph over evil, but some weeks it sure seems as if it’s a neck-and-neck battle.
4. Poker’s Latest Bad Boy
Kassouf is currently in sixth place among chip leaders….
Exactly 6,656 players have fallen from the Main Event (the game: Texas Hold ‘Em) at the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas. Now just 80 remain, all of them vying for the $8 million grand prize (entry fee is $10,000 per person). Of those four score remaining, perhaps the most notorious is a British barrister named William Kassouf, who was given a taunting penalty from officials over the weekend after his opponent folded pocket queens after Kassouf, who was bluffing, went all in with dreck.
Does it really matter that the presumptive GOP candidate dined at a Chili’s just off Times Square this weekend? No. Does it say something about either him or the voting base to whom he is trying to appeal? Yes.
On Saturday Mike Pence, the governor of Indiana, was in New York City to meet with his new boss (tweed), Donald Trump. Pence tweeted out a pic of himself and his family enjoying a meal at Chili’s, which, as chain restaurants go, is above par. Chili’s is a reliable spot when you find yourself on a three-hour layover at O’Hare or in Minneapolis; but in New York City, where you can literally dine at a different independently-owned restaurant each night for 40 years and where at least half of those are probably less expensive than Chili’s (and almost all are better), it’s a lot like going to the Louvre and choosing to look at a dogs playing poker on black velvet painting on your mobile phone INSTEAD of any of the featured art work.
And so, sure, to each his own. But for a man vying to become our next vice president, what if there’s a message being sent out to his constituents? What is the message is, “I may be in New York City, but I’m still eating at a place any of you could be eating at in your home town.” And what if I were to extrapolate that the greater message here is, You can take me to some place where life is different, but I’m just going to refuse to accept anything that I don’t already know. Which, when you think about it, is the FOX News and GOP platform for the past eight years, is it not?
Song For Whoever
If you loved the Housemartins (“Think For A Minute”), as I did, then you probably have a space in your soul for The Beautiful South, the band that emerged from their breakup. The Hull-based group formed in 1988 after the Housemartins broke up, and this song reached No. 2 on the charts in the U.K. The Beautiful South broke up in 2007, citing “musical similarities.” Love that.
Republican National Convention
10 p.m. ABC, CBS, NBC
Childhood. I distinctly remember 1976, when all three channels aired nothing but the political conventions for three hours in primetime for at least four straight days. What’s this? No Welcome Back, Kotter re-runs? No M*A*S*H reruns?!? What do you expect me to do: go outside and catch lightning bugs or play flashlight tag? Harrumph! Well, the networks have gotten savvier: the convention is only on for one hour tonight on their air (CNN’s coverage begins at 9 p.m.).
Remember: it was only 11 months ago, in this same city, where the first GOP debate began with a bang, as Brett Baier of FOX News asked Donald Trump to explain why HE wouldn’t pledge to not run as a third-party candidate if someone else secured the GOP nomination. Life is funny that way….
Oh, and tonight, Melania Trump leads off as a speaker. I think every Trump kid will eventually speak this week, too. You down with RNC GOP? “Yeah, you know me!”
In the morning when you rise, aren’t you glad to be alive?”
That’s Jimmy Buffett again, friends, and if you think it’s too soon for me to be going back to the well, it’s not. And I can prove it: the more bad news there is, the more we need Buffett lyrics.
The wisest man I’ve ever known
Katie, that’s not proof, that’s just a thing you said.
And against that statement, I launch my impenetrable “It Is To Me” defense.
Let me explain.
When I was in first grade, yes, the very same year the movie The Exorcist ruined my life, I learned that peanuts were a source of protein, just like beef. I extrapolated that to mean that peanut butter was made of meat, a theorem I excitedly shared with my family at the dinner table that night.
Shockingly, instead of being lauded by my loved ones as the next great thinker and given a paper crown to wear, I was declared a dingbat.
Me, at six. To me I was.
You might take that to mean I backed down from my position—Um, NO. Do not send me to Catholic school, tell me stories about Joan of Arc and expect me to fold because you fear the awesome weight of my intellect.
And had I not just learned that Christopher Columbus proved the world was round, after being laughed out of many a royal court? What of Sir Isaac Newton, who shot an apple off his son’s head as proof of…wait, who was that again? I spent most of my time in school doodling…whatever, you know what I meant. My point is, label my young self a lunatic if you must–I knew I was keeping company with history’s radicals.
He proved that he really hated apples or something
The fire in my belly I had, oh, yes sir, indeed I did—I did not, however, have the oratory skills to effectively articulate my position. You guys, I was six, give me a break.
The best I could do against those nine doubting Richard Thomas’s*, as they (at first) patiently explained to me that no, peanut butter was not meat, then applied a more aggressive approach against my insistence that yes it was, was to finally bellow, red-faced and through a veil of frustrated tears,
“IT IS TO ME.”
Why can’t I make them understand??
I may have failed in convincing the world of my peanut butter conspiracy, but many years ago in a mid-western kitchen, I gave it that four-word fortress against all logic. Try it. You will never lose an argument again. You are welcome.
Anyway, all that to say—this country is looking like a shit-show at the moment, so instead of going off on a rant that would add nothing, I felt that the nothingness I add should at least be positive.
I bring you a very special episode of Medium Happy, the name of which is particularly apropos this week; if you’re even Medium Happy, well that’s something to celebrate, isn’t it?
After all, “the only healthy way to live life is to learn to like all the little everyday things, like a sip of good whiskey in the evening, a soft bed, a glass of buttermilk, or a feisty gentleman like myself.” –Lonesome Dove
That’s two sappy, walkin’-on-the-sunny-side quotes for the price of one, kids. It’s that kind of day.
A glass of buttermilk actually sounds pretty gross
Five Small Things I’m Grateful For, Despite The Headlines
This Filthy Starbucks
I’m down the road from the theater at which my own little drama queen is participating in musical theater camp, and her end-of-camp show starts shortly. The theater is rather far from my house and John can be a bit of a tyrant when my pieces are late, so thank God for this Starbucks where I can park my butt and waste all day if I want to, and not get hassled or feel guilted into buying an extra scone because it’s an independent coffee shop and they’ll go broke if I don’t.
Wait, what’s that you say? Tell us more about how John is a tyrant!
Gladly, m’friends…case in point—last week I skipped writing altogether and he didn’t even say anything. Passive-aggressive, much? Then today I texted him, “what day do you want me to do this week?” and he was like “No specific day!” OMG. You know who else thought I was a mind reader? Caligula.
Obviously I’m joking. John is the furthest thing from a tyrant, though according to the powers-that-be at Instagram, he is a pervert. Who are they to judge?
I can’t believe this great cast made this hunk of crap!
Speaking of filth, the gal behind the counter is finally out here wiping down the tables–it’s like she read my mind. The Secret works!
This Particular Sliced Meat from Costco
It’s made from real food!
I’m not normally a Costco shopper—I have a pretty strict grocery budget and I can’t be blowing the whole week on two giant tubs of mayonnaise and a barrel of Good n’Plenty. But sometimes I go with my mom, who still cooks like she’s feeding an army even though most of the time these days, it’s just a battalion.
Anyoots, she showed me this big package of beef that’s already sliced up but still rare and juicy and seems like actual food, not like lunchmeat. The only ingredients are beef, salt and pepper.
It’s great, and since my husband is now on the no-grain, no-sugar diet, he needs to have stuff like that around and he can’t be cookin’ meat all the live long day (though he does cook it, a lot; I’ve basically given up ever having a clean kitchen again). I’m pretty sure there’s no peanut butter in it.
The Smell of Outside Right Now
Dirt, grass, rain, and a chicken on someone’s grill somewhere close enough that I can smell it. Also my cat, who obviously ate something that disagreed with her (probably the above-mentioned meat, though earlier I did notice the butter looked a bit chewed on). It doesn’t smell good, but it’s a reminder that she’s here, and that is good.
Mmmm…smells like cat
The Oven is Fixed
Which means I can make bars in time for my parents’ 60th wedding anniversary party, something about which I am extremely happy.
The Fellows at the Next Table Saying a Bunch of Funny Stuff
Three businessmen, meeting at Starbucks in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday, saying things like ‘circle back’, ‘core competency’ and ‘we need to hit a three-pointer’. Maybe they’re talking about happy hour later.
Let’s put a pin in our suicide pact
I wonder if I could get my gentle reminder of life’s little joys to become a meme on Pinterest?
“The only healthy way to live life is to learn to like all the little everyday things, like a dirty Starbucks with free wi-fi, some delicious pre-cooked meat packaged up for your convenience and sold at a reasonable price, the smell of your cat’s flatulence, an oven with a working thermostat or a group of middle managers controlling the urge to drink themselves to sleep for at least at least two more hours.”
Wouldn’t that be a lovely touchstone, scrawled on a distressed piece of reclaimed barn-wood hanging in your kitchen? And every time you looked at it you’d be like, “Ahhhh…so true.”
Anyway. I hope you have things to be happy about right now, and if you don’t, I hope that changes very soon. My coffee tastes burnt.
*I asked my sisters and sister-in-law how to spell ‘doubting Richard Thomas’s”; as I was unsure if that was correct or if it should be ‘doubting Richard Thomases’. My sister-in-law, who went to Yale and majored in Victorian Literature, opined that it should read, ‘doubtings Richard Thomas’. That’s just fancy sounding enough that I believed her, but then she said she got two D’s and an F.
A Medium Happy 2,116th to the greatest J.C. B.C., Julius Caesar!
Crowd favorite and cleanup hitter Big Papi had just one at-bat, and grounded out to first….
1. “Whoa!”: Canada
Eric Hosmer and Salvador Perez of the world champion Royals hit solo homers for the American League, which despite playing in San Diego’s Petco Park, was the home team because somebody has let the N.L. host the Midsummer Classic for the past four years.
For different reasons, Clayton Kershaw, Madison Bumgarner and Stephen Strasburg never entered the game for the N.L. The game has lost a LOT off its fastball in recent years.
Meanwhile, Canada woke up PISSED off this morning. I mean, PISSED! My closest Canadian friend (no, not Stana Katic) phoned in a froth of rage last night. If I were the Tenors, I’d never venture north of the border (they changed a lyric to addressed the whole _____ Lives Matter nontroversy).
2. Up and DOW
White guys celebrating: File photo for any Wall Street rally, Celtics championship or Springsteen concert
There was no rally in San Diego last night quite like the one at Wall Street earlier that day. The DOW finished at an all-time high of 18,348 while the Standard & Poor’s (S&P) extended gains on its previous day’s all-time high to hit 2,152.
Of course, what goes up must come down (Rule No. 1), so be aware….
3. What Color Is Your Parachute?
After a 45-year investigation, the FBI closes the book on the D.B. Cooper case. For those of you who don’t know, in November of 1971 Cooper boarded a Northwest Orient Airlines flight bound from Portland to Seattle, claimed he had a bomb in his suitcase, and demanded $200,000 in ransom. The flight landed in Seattle, Cooper got his money and the passengers were taken off, and then he and the flight crew took off again for the destination he intended: Mexico City.
Then, when the plane reached an altitude of about 2 miles, he strapped on a parachute and leaped out of the back of the plane. Neither Cooper nor the money was ever seen again. I’ve always just assumed he landed on Bigfoot and they both were killed.
p.s. My friend’s dad was the first officer on that flight. He doesn’t like to discuss it. Really.
4. POTUS, Dallas
Didn’t get a chance to listen to President Obama’s speech at the memorial for the five slain police officers yesterday, so I’m posting it here. Heard the familiar refrains: people who approve of the president called it one of the most powerful speeches of his presidency, while those who don’t were aghast that he’d dare lecture the country about racism (“I don’t know who you think you are, FDR, but I’ll thank you NOT to tell me what I have to fear and what I don’t have to fear! Good day, sir!”).
I posted it so you can judge for yourself.
5. The Film Room with Chris Corbellini!
In which our intrepid reviewer assesses the new “30 for 30” doc on Doc….Gooden and Darryl Strawberry.
That’s not a compliment. It’s sad commentary — what you’d say to a friend when you spot the high school jocks that never left and stumble around the local bar. An all-too-frequent way to survive the pressures of the big leagues is to self-medicate with whatever bad shit you can find: booze, cocaine, and adultery. Whatever. But for New York Mets pitcher Doc Gooden and outfielder Darryl Strawberry, baseball was the medication for their broken lives, and a temporary one at that.
As members of the New Yawk Mets, Doc and Darryl were two comets that came together through a gravitational pull of scouting, drafting, and fate, and for a few baseball seasons, the sports world watched them alight the night sky. Sounds pretty, right? Celestial? Not behind the curtain. Gooden and Strawberry began their major league careers by exceeding the hype. Both ended their playing days with rap sheets that involved domestic violence and aborted rehab stints, and the mental scars and physical toll of what happened can still be seen on their weary faces 30 years later.
There are interviews in this powerful 30 for 30 that describe in vivid detail how special Doc and Darryl were with those Mets teams: Doc with that rubbery, otherworldly arm, and Strawberry with that perfect name and Holy Jesus swing. Gooden’s ’85 season, and the ’86 World Champion Mets club obviously get warm mentions. No one can take that away from them, as athletes say. The demons were already there, though, for all to see in the clubhouse.
Both Doc and the Straw were drug users by high school. Both came from poor households. Strawberry had to deal with an abusive, near-murderous father; Doc grew up hard in Tampa. They then eagerly cannonballed into the nightlife of New York City during the Cocaine Decade, messed around, and due to the party atmosphere of that franchise, were never called on it until it was too late. When Darryl first met Doc, the pitcher was incoherently drunk. When first baseman Keith Hernandez noticed Doc was twitching on a team bus due to some kind of narcotic, he said nothing to the organization, because he had his own habit to hide.
None of their transgressions are new material, of course, and the filmmakers found those headlines relatively easily, I’m sure, amidst the ESPN archives. If that’s all this documentary was, a retelling of those wild stories with that tried-and-true “what could have been” angle, it would have been a decent watch for everyday ESPN watchers, and a little humdrum to New Yorkers who know the ’86 Mets so well at this point. And maybe the end product would glorify them to a degree, the way the bad boy ‘70s Raiders and ‘90s Cowboys lived large, drank, smoked, did some blow, and beat the milk drinkers on the field. The end justifies the means, right?
Not this time. Doc & Darryl is about addiction. Man versus Himself. The co-director, Judd Apatow – the famous Judd Apatow — admitted after the screening that whenever he sees a pro team win a championship, he thinks about the members of the losing team. He cited his Trainwreck star LeBron James finally winning a title for Cleveland as an example – as happy as he was for James, he also looked for the faces of the fallen Warriors. (What immediately came to my mind when Apatow said that was the ending of Hoosiers. I remember being blown away that a movie showed the losers amidst that swelling music).
You can see that sensibility in some of Apatow’s early TV work on Freaks and Geeks and sure as shit, that same undercurrent of failure is present in this doc.
Apatow added that his co-director, 30 for 30 veteran Mike Bonfiglio, conducted all of the interviews – including the famous folks that an A-List director should know, like Bill Maher and Jon Stewart. The co-directors soon discovered that this film wasn’t going to be funny in a boys-gotta-be-boys kind of way, with some regret sprinkled in. Quite the opposite, actually, which Apatow admits he regrets. Behind the scenes Bonfiglio must be a world-class interviewer, because while a recovering addict can be astonishingly candid about their low points — they say it matter-of-fact, as if it happened to another person — he got both Doc and Darryl to choke up at different points, and fall silent. Apatow must have seen those skills up close, as Bonfiglio directed he and Lena Dunham in an episode of Iconoclastsa few years back.
I won’t reveal the subject matter that broke these grown men down, just that those interviews were done separately. What followed out of those talks was inspired and took the film to a higher place – the filmmakers decided to shoot the two ex-Mets together in a New York-area diner. Bonfiglio said after the screening that he asked the movie’s producer, Kelsey Field (Apatow gave Field a nice round of applause afterward), to find a joint that looked like the one in Goodfellas, when Robert DeNiro and Ray Liotta find out Joe Pesci was whacked. So Field made calls and found the real location of that diner in Goodfellas, a greasy spoon in Queens, and they shot the movie’s best stuff there – two once-invincible athletes, now weathered, humbled and aged by their vices, laughing the way ex-jocks do, unconsciously comforting one another, and even confronting each other about a decades-old slight.
Of the two, if I had to make a truly insensitive wager, I’d guess that Darryl would be the one who stays clean. Sports stars can fool you, yes, especially when they are armed with tales of redemption. But you see a calm in Strawberry’s face and in his body language when this 30 for 30 was filmed. Straw had hit rock bottom, climbed out, admitted he became just like his father, and is now in a place where he can smile back at his reflection. It looks like a comfortable life down there in Florida, with a nice home, a second life through his faith, and above all, a warm, understanding wife he met during a stint in rehab. All of this is presented with just a few moments of b-roll, but you see it. You feel like he made it through.
This scene came to mind: She’s his Eskimo. Maybe the life afforded to him through baseball was, too, despite his best intentions to ruin all of it.
I worry about Doc a lot more.
There’s a now-famous Steve Jobs speech he made to a graduating class at Stanford about how painful moments in your life, and even seemingly random ones, can lead you to positive, fulfilling choices in the future – you just can’t see it while you’re suffering. Basically, and I’m really paraphrasing here, Jobs is saying have faith, young Jedi. It’ll all help one day. It’ll all make sense. Doc looks like he’s still dealing with some demons, with his sunken cheeks, late arrivals to get-togethers, and quick-and-easy explanations of some of his more notorious off-the-field incidents. To Doc, all of the pain may not make sense yet. He may not know where all the low points will lead. I don’t think the filmmakers do either, or anyone else who watches this film.
We do see some kindness. Gooden tells Strawberry “you still like sweets,” as he approaches their table at the diner, which made the bigger man smile a little. Perhaps that’s a memory Straw will carry with him when he thinks about all the good in a former teammate.
Indeed, everyone that has seen that genuine sweetness in Doc in a clubhouse, or witnessed him throw lightning at Shea, or watched as an entire city rallied around him during that no-hitter in the Bronx, wants him to find that peace. Myself included.
A Medium Happy 65th to Cheryl Ladd, the ultimate Angel next door
Baton Rouge, Summer, 2016
At least they didn’t have a fire hose on her. There’s some progress, I guess, in the past 50 years. Or is there? Could we pay for every police department in the country to have the entire series of The Andy Griffith Show on DVD and make it required viewing? I’m not even kidding.
Meanwhile, I mean, really? Why?
You were twice as likely to be attacked by a shark in the United States in 2015 as be an unarmed black man shot by the police. #staywoke
Green was a frequent presence on NBA PSAs during the playoffs calling for an end to domestic violence. Next year the NBA needs to do PSAs on dining-out violence, we guess.
Meanwhile in East Lansing, Golden State Warrior forward/emotional leader/serial testicle knocker Draymond Green was arrested Sunday for assault. The “altercation between two guys,” as policed put it, in the town where Green attended college (Michigan State) took place at Conrad’s Grill. Green faces a court hearing on July 20 and likely won’t serve the maximum sentence (90 days) or any sentence because his defense will be that he did not intend to hit the victim and that “that’s just the way he dines.”
3. Tim Duncan: 19 Years, 5 Rings, 1 Franchise
Duncan was a two-time NBA MVP and a two-time NBA Finals MVP as well as a refreshing change from the “All About Me” era of the NBA during which he thrived
NBA players who have spent entire career with one team for a duration longer than Tim Duncan’s 19-year career with the San Antonio Spurs: Kobe Bryant (20 seasons). Both men won five rings and both retired this year. Duncan spent at least 14 seasons with two other future Hall of Famers, Manu Ginobili and Tony Parker, while Kobe had a fractious relationship with one (Shaq) if not more (Dwight Howard, though he may not make Springfield.). My story on Duncan, who from my research had the longest career with one team, one coach, of anyone in the major three pro sports, in Newsweek.
4. Serena at 22
Serena: Has she ever looked better?
We didn’t forget; we just ran out of space. Serena Williams won her 22nd Grand Slam on Saturday and her 7th Wimbledon. It’s kind of hard to believe, watching her steamroll Angelique Kerber (who played very, very well), that she managed not to win the past three Grand Slams.
Anyway, Williams is now tied with Steffi Graf for the most Grand Slam titles (and, coincidentally, breakfasts; they’ve both never dined at Denny’s) in the Open era at 22. That means tickets for the final Saturday at the U.S. Open this September will be through the roof (even if, happily, it still does not have a roof) so fans can say they saw Serena break Steffi’s mark. Of course, there’s no way of assuring that Serena will advance that far (she didn’t last September), but you can’t know that before you buy the tickets, now can you.
The gentlemen’s Wimbledon final was won by Scotland’s Andy Murray (“Present”).
5. Amazon’s Prime
Amazon founder Jeff Bezos is on the cover of Newsweek this week (just like “Me and Julio Down By the School Yard”) and his company’s stock will open at an all-time high of $758.90. It is Amazon Prime Day, which is touted as being even bigger than Black Friday in regards to deals. As someone who no longer shops (Food and rent and decent lagers), I’m immune to this thing you call consumerism, but I hear it’s done wonders for Jeff’s bank account.
Things I didn’t know about Jeff Bezos: His mom gave birth to him in Albuquerque when she was a teen, the dad left the picture a year later (not unlike Steve Jobs’ story), and his stepfather is a Cuban immigrant, Miguel Bezos (hence the surname). He was raised in Houston and later Miami, then attended Princeton and later moved on to Wall Street. Judging from his age, his Princeton degree and his time on Wall Street in the late-’80s, I’d guess he’d have to have known Michael Lewis, which makes me wonder how come Lewis has yet to write a book on him.
My first winter in New York City, I’d walk to work from the Upper East Side to midtown with the Sony Walkman playing my latest mix tape. And this song from Michael Penn, Sean’s younger brother, was one I’d always look forward (or fast forward….ask your parents) to hearing. Penn is Sean Penn’s younger brother and the husband of the lovely Aimee Mann, so he’s got a lot more going for him than a pair of black jeans.
MLB All-Star Game
8 p.m. FOX
In my never-ending search to find what everyone isn’t already looking at, I give you Nolan Arenado. The Colorado Rockies 3rd baseman is 25 and has already won three Gold Gloves, led the National League in both home runs AND RBI last year and is currently second and first in those categories this season. Has yet to start an All-Star Game or make the cover of SI. He’s not Mike Trout or Bryce Harper and we’ve yet to be told we should care about him, I guess. The Newport Beach area native will be in San Diego tonight, backing up Kris Bryant at 3rd.
A Medium Happy 82nd to Giorgio Armani, who never made a penny off me, alas.
1. Brock of Ages
There’s The Rock and then there’s The Brock (I’m not enough of a wrestling fan to know if these two have ever met in the ring). Brock Lesnar won by decision at UFC 200, which isn’t terribly thrilling, but look at him! I mean, how is he not the head of Cersei’s Queen’s Guard? Anyway, Lesnar won on Saturday evening, but the real winners are the UFC, who later in the weekend announced they’d been sold for (pinky to edge of mouth), “Four BILLION dollars!” The buyer: WME-IMG. Dana White will remain president.
2. The Ring-er
Jeter and Davis reportedly wed in Napa Valley
That’s five World Series rings and one wedding ring. The “captain, Derek Jeter, No. 2, Derek Jeter.” The bride, Hannah Davis, has also appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated, but I don’t believe they are the first couple to hold this distinction.
I believe that title goes to Ray Knight and Nancy Lopez, who were wed in 1982. Others who were under consideration include Andre Agassi and Steffi Graf (wed in 2001), Nomar Garciaparra and Mia Hamm (2003), and Greg Norman and Chris Evert (married in 2008, divorced in 2010). Andy Roddick and Brooklyn Decker do not, because I can’t find an SI in which Andy made the cover (his bride did, though). Janet Jones never was an SI swimsuit model prior to marrying Wayne Gretzky.
Look at Pudge in that photo….
The couple reportedly wed on Saturday in Napa Valley, but we’ve yet to read anything about it on The Players’ Tribune.
Miranda exercised his right to stay silent during the 2-minute curtain call, as the orchestra played the theme from “The West Wing”
Alexander Hamilton was the role of a lifetime for Lin-Manuel Miranda and Alexander Hamilton. You could say that each created the role, too. Hamilton left to a mortal gunshot wound on a hillside just across the Hudson River from Manhattan in 1804. Miranda left to a final curtain call on Saturday evening just a couple miles east of that spot, with J Lo in the audience.
Leslie Odom, Jr., who won a Tony playing Aaron Burr, and Philippa Soo, who played Hamilton’s wife, Eliza, also departed after more than a year of performances. Looking forward to the play Benjamin Franklin, coming some time soon I’d suppose.
4. Portugal Tackles Euro
The championship-winning shot: Eder did not take a header
Cristiano Ronaldo suffered a leg boo boo in the first half and left the match, and everything seemed tilted in host nation France’s favor in the Euro 2016 final. Both sides came agonizingly close to scoring, but neither team’s shots found their purchase.
Then, in the 109th minute, Eder of Portugal pulled off a Stephen Curry move, taking a pass and dribbling toward the center of the pitch, then firing a grass-burning missile back against the grain to the lower left corner of the net (a shot taken from just outside the penalty box) and whizzing past the outstretched arms of keeper Hugo Lloris.
It was a wonderful story line, Les Bleus, but Portugal spoiled it.
5. Happy Trials To You
“Oscar, Oscar, Oscar.” Felix, in white spike, missed out on a spot in the Olympics in the 200 by that much to Prandini (stumbling forward)
A few highlights of the just-completed U.S. Track & Field Olympic Trials from Eugene:
—Bernard “LaGOAT” Lagat, at the age of 41, wins the Men’s 5,000 to qualify for his fifth Olympics (while one competitor heavily implied he’s doping).
—Johnny Dutch, our new favorite Olympic name, was in first place coming over the final hurdle in the 400M hurdles, but ran out of gas and finished fifth. No Olympics for Dutch.
–Notre Dame alum Molly Huddle won both the women’s 10,000 and 5,000, but will only run the 10,000 in Rio.
Centrowitz and Andrews obviously heard the Simon Sez dude differently
—Allyson Felix, who was the gold medalist in the 200 in London, lost out on the third and final Olympic berth in that event by 1/100th of a second to former Oregon Duck Jenna Prandini. Felix will still compete in the 400.
—Matthew Centrowitz simply owned the 5,000 1500, winning in 3:34, a time that would’ve taken gold at all but one Olympics before 1996. He was on another level.
—Jenny Simpson won the 1500 to make her third Olympic team before the age of 30.
—Sydney McLaughlin, who turns 17 on August 7th, made the Olympic team by finishing 3rd in the 400M hurdles. The senior-to-be (oops: “rising senior”) at Union Catholic High School in Scotch Plains, N.J., is totally going to make varsity next year.
This 2003 song by Phantom Planet went on to HUGE-dom once The O.C. adopted it as its theme song back in the early aughts (congrats, guys, you’re The Rembrandts of the 21st century). Also noteworthy because their drummer was Jason Schwartzman of Rushmore and Bored To Death fame. Is also the son of Talia Shire, who just happened to be in two of the best films of all-time: The Godfather and Rocky. For some reason, the song peaked at No. 35 here but shot to No. 2 in Italy. The Corleone Effect? Anyway, this one’s dedicated to Kevin Durant.
NBA Summer League
8 p.m. ESPN2
Thon Maker: 17 points, 17 rebounds in his second summer league contest
Watched the Lakers-Sixers game on Saturday evening, which was understandably LIT as it featured the top two picks in last month’s NBA draft, Ben Simmons and Brandon Ingram. Still, the entire energy of the Las Vegas Summer League has changed. It’s sort of like how Vegas transformed itself in the early ’90s from a vacation destination your parents went to in order to see fading stars perform to THE place for wild adventures for young place. “What happens in Vegas….”, etc. Tonight you have a doubleheader: Heat-Nuggets, followed by Kings-Pelicans. Enjoy