Quips and other nuggets to entertain and inform:
Writing columns week after week is something like being the fifth husband of a Hollywood beauty. You have a general idea what to do, but can you come up with something new?
I’ve had many career stops over the years. Never forget long ago driving by my place of work when our youngest son looked out the car window and said: “Hey, Dad, there’s the place that gives you nightmares!”
I’ll say it right now: if the Timberwolves can stay injury free—and play at the level of their first six playoff wins—plan on an NBA championship parade in Minneapolis in June.
The Wolves’ swarming, electric defense last night in their 106-80 victory over the Nuggets might have been the best in franchise history.
I’ve tried to watch Wolves playoff games on TV with the sound off while listening to Alan Horton, the team’s superb radio voice. Too confusing, though, because the radio play-by-play isn’t closely synched to the TV action.
A friend, lamenting about Byron Buxton being on the Injured List for what seems like 100 times in his career, said this: “He’s made of glass.”
Didn’t ask him about Royce Lewis, who may be more talented than Buxton and more effervescent than anyone in baseball. Third consecutive season Lewis is sidelined with a major injury.
No Twins TV games on Comcast has me following the club on radio. Shocker! That’s how years ago many of us tracked the team. Even the rain delays were entertaining with broadcaster and master storyteller Halsey Hall spinning yarns that had the audience laughing and in no hurry for the skies to clear.
Wonder if the Pohlad family has Twins critic A.J. Pierzynski on their Christmas cards list?
There’s palpable optimism about next fall’s Golden Gophers football team after an off-season injection of talent and retention of top players from the 2023 roster.
Sorry, can’t use the “P” word about Gopher men’s basketball but can regarding Dawn Plitzuweit’s women’s team. Based on her first season and impressive overall coaching record she could turn out to be one of AD Mark Coyle’s best hires.
Thanks to the Big Ten’s West Coast expansion, the football Gophers have a more intriguing schedule than usual, with a trip to the Rose Bowl to play UCLA and hosting blue-blood USC. The first time the Trojans ever played in Minneapolis was in 1955. The weather for the late October game was a doozy, with the wind, sleet and snow credited with slowing down a fast USC team ranked No. 10 in the country.
The unranked Gophers prevailed, winning 25-19, with an L.A. Times reporter saying the game was played before “64,592 prospective pneumonia patients.” That quote is from coach Murray Warmath’s biography, “The Autumn Warrior” by Mike Wilkinson, who wrote when the Trojans arrived the day before the game the temps were in the 50s but when they woke up Saturday, October 29 the message was: “Welcome to Minnesota, this ain’t Tinsel Town.”
Here’s more fuel for the fan frenzy over first round draft choice J.J. McCarthy: the 21-year-old quarterback is the same age Fran Tarkenton was in his rookie season with the Vikings in 1961.
One of the many things Charley Walters and I agree on is a dislike for public speaking. The popular Pioneer Press columnist once told me: “I abhor speaking. I am not very good at it and I got nothing to say—and I’ll probably have a toothache that day.”
My friend Bob Klas has the most impressive memory for calendar dates of anyone I’ve even known. He emailed Sunday to say it was 24 years ago that coach Bill Musselman died on May 5, 2000, and that Thursday will be Lindsay Whalen’s 42nd birthday.
I golfed so poorly the last time out I considered retirement. That notion lasted about five days, a little longer than previous retirements.
I haven’t been fishing yet, but the outlook is more encouraging than the links. My grandson discovered a “fishing hole” a couple of years ago that must be one of the best in the metro. I’d rather give you the password to my I-phone than reveal the secret spot.
Shout out to Mike Max for the referral, and the pros at Hopkins Health and Wellness for corralling my back misery.
It makes almost no sense: in the State of Hockey, neither the North Stars nor Wild have ever won the Stanley Cup.
Foreign confusion: when I worked for the Stars, we had a European player who was pulled over by the police and asked for his driver’s license. Guess what? A Czechoslovakian license didn’t work here.
Never know how this intern business will turn out. Two that we had at Met Center are now Twins president Dave St. Peter, and sports reporter and podcaster Judd Zulgad.
Zulgad posted this on X over the weekend: “The one good thing about Angel Hernandez behind the plate is he has no biases. He’s terrible for both teams.”
The explosion in pickleball popularity is the shadow hanging over tennis. Courts are being converted to pickleball. The 50 and over crowd is switching to the easier to play, more social and gender friendly game. Word is the best pickleball players are former tennis players.
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