You don't need to get to politics to make the case that Jason Bateman > Ricky Schroder. Bateman's next show was the all-timer "It's Your Move." Schroder: doing a bad David Caruso imitation while getting outclassed by orders of magnitude by the rest of the case of "NYPD Blue."
"We're the Dregs."
#IYKYK. And the only person On Here I've ever encountered who knows is @StaceGots.
This requires some reconstruction, but I have a DISTINCT memory of the second Dregs episode being preempted by a Reagan speech. And I was MAD. Not saying that's why I became a socialist, but not NOT saying it either.
I remember my mom being mad about it too. Not because she cared that much for the show, but because she voted for Mondale and hated Reagan and didn't wanna see his face.
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I went a week and a half without doing any sort of exercise when life spun sideways but got back to it yesterday. Despite the fact that "it" for me is "incline fast walking on a treadmill, unweighted squats, and some pushups" I'm basically crippled today. Never hit your late-40s.
Me: *does some old timey man-with-silly-mustache-touching-his-toes-and-throwing-a-medicine-ball-style nearly non-exercises*
Me: *dies*
The fun part of this is, actually, I am close to being in -- forgive me -- The Best Shape of My Life. Weigh less than I did in high school and my 20s and stuff. The thing is that the previous best I am trying to surpass was attained by . . . doing nothing but existing.
Everyone loves the Jim Downey scene from "Billy Madison" but his finest work was probably First CityWide Change Bank from SNL.
Also: I was today years old when I learned that he is Robert Downey Jr.'s half brother.
Wait, I was just informed he's his half UNCLE. Imagined the "Jr." mentioned in his Wikipedia page.
If you go back and watch the First CityWide Change Bank sketches (there are two of them, actually) the line that gets the least laughs, actually, is the "The answer is simple: Volume" line. Which is the one everyone remembers.
Major League Baseball would like nothing more than for the foreign substance conversation turn into a game in which fans accuse rival players of cheating, villains are identified and pilloried, and the league's knowing institutionalization of ball-doctoring is largely ignored.
In this it'll be a replay of the PED scandal. Some high-profile and/or really inept cheaters are gonna turn into personae non grata, everyone else will skate, and MLB will declare victory over a problem its own inattentiveness to competitive integrity helped bring about.
I talk about that in today's newsletter. Also: everything but a baseball game happened in Philly, we talk about alients, and we review an excellent but overlooked pre-code picture from the great Dane Dunning. cupofcoffee.substack.com/p/cup-of-coffe…
Not the same situation, but I remember when Bradshaw was injured at the end of his career, couldn't play, but was undermining Cliff Stoudt by throwing passes on the sidelines, causing the crowd to chant for him and to boo Stoudt even more.
I have a Terry Bradshaw story. I probably told it before, but I'll tell it again. It's really my dad's story, but I tell it better than him.
January 1985. Parkersburg, West Virginia. We had just moved there and didn't have a house yet, so my dad's employer was putting us up in the Holiday Inn, which was the nicest place in town. A snowstorm hits. Sort of paralyzes the area.
The article also gets at a thing that I have mentioned often in the past but which does not make me very popular among journalists my age or older: that our understanding of how journalism works is based on a relatively transitory period in the history of American journalism.
Before people chime in with fan crap, I have a lot of hats. Currently I have this, Atlanta, Dodgers, Cleveland (Block C), A's, Cardinals, and Tigers. At any given time I have a good half-dozen hats in rotation and have probably owned 20-25 different team caps in recent years.
Nah. There are some I've never bought or worn, but not because of some hard or noble stand. You're not likely to see me in other NL East caps than Atlanta, or Yankees or Red Sox, but I've had some.