- Props to one of the (I think) grandparents attending my kid's lacrosse game last night for yelling racist comments at a referee who was wearing a hijab. Most folks didn't hear it because he was seated closer to the field, but he was kindly asked to get pumped and leave the area, which he finally did. Good grief.
- During the game my mom was taken to the ER. She's in a period of what they're calling "terminal agitation", which, if you read journal articles, means that we're coming down the homestretch. I hadn't seen her in a few weeks, ever since I had told her I loved her and she told me to take my love and shove it up my @ss. So seeing her in this stage was pretty startling. Just constant wailing and moaning, switching from one hallucination to another...the building is on fire, they're all being poisoned, all the children need help, they're all gonna freeze to death, etc. They tried to give her sedative after sedative and FINALLY she calmed down and got some sleep. I stayed with her until around 4:30 this morning, then she was admitted and I had to leave due to visiting restrictions. I'm just ready for her to have peace, even if that means passing.
- Side note....I have no idea how nurses do it, gang.
- Caught a few innings of a random MLB game on radio the other night and realized how many great play-by-play guys we've lost over the past few years...Marty, Scully, etc. In an era where most teams either have newer guys on the mic, or do some kind of weird platoon system, there are few teams who have distinct, established voices that you can count on hearing night in, night out. Looked through the list the other day and only about ten guys really match that description. There's just something that feels RIGHT when you hear a familiar voice calling a game during the summer. Not a Reds fan, but Marty definitely did that for me. The newer generation is just too sterile and polished for my taste. (I do like Jon Schiambi, though).
- I've said it before, but Strokin's interaction with him last night on Twitter is a reminder that nobody in sports media has fallen faster than Dan Wolken. A few years ago, he was arguably a top 3 Twitter follow for CBB/CFB takes, and his weekly "Misery Index" was a must-read. Now he's a caricature. Plain and simple.