The Mighty Ducks
June 10, 2007 4:13 PM | 0 Comments
The recent NHL Stanley Cup play-offs in which the Annaheim Ducks used their webbed feet to waddle over the Ottawa Senators reminds me of my cheesehead roots and my sorority sister Cary who used to handle public relations for the famous Peabody Ducks. (I was a Delta Delta Delta at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.)
Even though I grew up in frosty Wisconsin, where hockey is BIG, I don't have a razor-sharp sense of the game. We used to skate on frozen lagoons surrounding the Vilas Park Zoo in Madison, Wisconsin, and I've hugged the walls of many a skating rink due to weak ankles, which I've discovered is a genetic condition. Also, who can forget the old joke: I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out?
I have a growing Sports Widow movie list, and I'm adding The Mighty Ducks
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From the Hockey Archives
The Sports Widow Downloads the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition
February 16, 2007 10:41 PM | 0 Comments
Maybe I was in the mood to torture myself. On the other hand, perhaps I was steeled for it, but last night I reached over to the Guy Side of the bed and grabbed the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition to take it for a visual spin. Here are my random thoughts in no particular order of randomness.
First of all, why is it that when THEY-THOSE SUPERMODELS-get sand stuck on their skin, especially their buttocks, thighs and stomachs, it's sexy, and when I do it's just plain irritating and an eyesore, merely underscoring my lack of buoyancy?
Speaking of buoyancy and evil perkiness, Beyonce: The Dreamgirl as You've Never Seen Her, was the featured model. Why can't she just be satisfied with being a popular, award-winning musician? Does she have to grab ALL of the categories?
Question: What separates the Rookies from the Regulars?
Clearly, I have GOT to do more squats and crunches.
Furthermore, I need to think about how I can accessorize my swimsuits with cowboy hats, lassos, and wedge heels, or embellish them with Ipods, guitars or just guitar picks? This summer, I also plan to consider macrame as an alternative swimsuit material. I wonder how Arbor Heights Swim & Tennis Club will receive the new me?
Lastly, when did Burt Reynolds become a bare rug?
How I Became a Sports Widow
March 2, 2006 7:11 AM | 0 Comments
The only math formula I ever memorized was: Tragedy+Time=Comedy. When I apply this to my relationship with sports, believe me, comedy is the operative word.
