Showing posts with label NASL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NASL. Show all posts

Monday, June 01, 2020

01 June 2020 - Plague Journal Day 81

We all are still sheltering in place, but I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?

Today is Flip a Coin Day, and it happens on the perfect day. Why?

Because it's also:
International Children's Day and the Global Day of Parents.

Say Something Nice Day and Oscar the Grouch Day

Dare Day and Heimlich Maneuver Day (that's an odd way to spell manoeuvre, though)

Now, I suppose it would be possible for one to celebrate both halves of each pairing, but why? Let's just flip some coins.


On a side note, my sister and I witnessed what I now realize to have been a very early application of the Heimlich Manoeuvre back in about 1977. We were lunching with Detroit Express goalkeeper Steve Hardwick and his fiancée at the Main Event restaurant when a gent at a nearby table began to choke on whatever it was he was eating. Another member of his party managed to dislodge the obstruction through the application of said manoeuvre, and was rewarded with a round of applause from all those seated in the area (as well as the resumption of his friend's breathing, which was more to the point). Good times. I miss the old NASL.

Keep Calm and Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.

Friday, July 14, 2006

The Cup!

Wow! I know it's been over for nearly a week, but the World Cup that just finished was a great time. It took me back to the late 70's when we had professional soccer here in Detroit (the fabled Detroit Express, coached by the legendary Ken Furphy) and we had season tickets at the soon to be no longer Pontiac Silverdome.
While it was disappointing to watch the US side exit as early as they did (thanks to the Group of Death in which we competed) and having no Belgian side for which to root, it was still a tournament of many beautiful games, many ugly games, and many cards - both red and yellow.
The saddest part was the way Zedane finished his career - it just made no sense. This is not the way he played the beautiful game - you have to go back several years to find something to stick him with - but it's apparently the way his Italian head buttee plays the game. Very sad.
Still, the game is great to watch, great to play, and it will be a big thing here in the States as soon as organized crime realizes they can take bets on the games. (That was our theory back in the 70's and 80's, and it seems still to be the case.)
Now if only Wayne Rooney hadn't been ejected!