Since we've been doing this blogging thing, there have been a few instances in which we've come across headlines that could support an entire post by themselves - but for the sake of substance, we've opted to write on other subjects. But today ... there's just no way we couldn't do something with this. It just wouldn't be right. And it wouldn't be fair. So:
Some situations offer especially fertile ground for crowd sourcing - Kickstarter and "American Idol" are two that come immediately to mind, (that elections and popular revolutions come a bit later is kind of sad). But it does have its limitations: It can disperse advice and examples in spades, but it can't do the work for you. Case in point:
Much like "Home Alone" inspired a generation of children to take their sleds down the stairs - though maybe that was just us - or perform move-for-move imitations of light saber duels from "Star Wars" - though maybe that was just this kid - it seems that "Happy Gilmore" is at long last getting the tribute it deserves.
Well, another Don Cherry biopic has been released, apparently - the reason for which, we have to imagine, is that one film simply can't be expected to encompass the range and scope of such a considerable and vibrant personality, (just as a regular suit can't be expected to be a suitable container either). But perhaps that's something for another day - though the wardrobe alone warrants at least two or three full-length dissertations. Anyhow. Today we're talking Westerns.
From The Sudbury Star:
The worst thing about the Flintstones is just how right they were about some things. Foot-powered vehicles? Would have been great now that gas is topping 3 dollars a gallon. Giant Brontosaurus ribs? Economical means of feeding a modern-day nuclear family for a week, (at least). But finally, it seems, modern-day folks are catching up to their animated stone-age predecessors by employing animal appliances. Or something like that:
We'd been wondering earlier if anything of significance in the annals of hockey history might have happened on Leap Day. "Well, probably" we thought, "but honestly, who would go to the trouble of making a list?" But then it occurred to us that this is the Internet, so of course someone did!
It's always a treat to get a glimpse behind the curtain at the people who make all the necessary gears turn, and this story is no exception.
Only one team appears at Madison Square Garden 275 nights a year, and they do it without a lick of applause or a single ticketed spectator.
Just around ten years removed from the Winter Olympics in Salt Lake, we've got a love story for you. And as the title of the entry suggests, it's a love story brought about the Olympics (which we love) and coffee (which we love more than we should and probably to the detriment of our health).
Sometimes you run across a story that gives you pause, makes your day and generally restores a considerable chunk of your faith in humanity. As you might have guessed, we stumbled across one of those this afternoon and - all snark asid - thought we'd share it with y'all:
In what's quickly becoming our favorite recurring segment — alternate career paths for NHLers past and present — we're proud to share with you THIS:
Dierks, Ex-NHL Player Shoot T-Shirts Into Crowd: Dierks and new pal Chad Brownlee whip out hockey sticks to fire cotton bombs at fans.