Tuesday's Circular Ramblings

Around the wheel o’ Tuesday one more time …

Unless you were hanging out with Jimmy Hoffa, Elvis, and Steve Fossett, you know the NFL kicked off this past weekend. To paraphrase Red Stripe's Dorrel Salmon, “Hooray Football”. Unfortunately, the only game I watched was the Miami-Washington snoozefest. So as others endulged in a buffet of gridiron goodness, I willfully ingested only the vichyssoise. Meanwhile, the local 53, those Buccaneers of Tampa Bay, lost to Seattle. My disinterest is overwhelming.

I did see something Bucs-related this weekend that piqued my interest, however. Starting QB Jeff Garcia and his gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, pretty, and combat-tested wife, Carmella Decesare, are hosting a charity bowling event at a bowling alley/bar/nightclub/restaurant in Tampa. (More on that if I can find it.) For only the price of admission, you can attempt to wow Carmella with your ball-handling prowess.

Speaking of, TBS.com’s Sports site wants to know if you realized how fun it is to play with balls. Heh, heh, he said “balls”. Seriously, anything that doesn’t pass the Beavis and Butt-head test should not be published.

Many moons ago, way back in the day, when I was but a wee lad, TBS used to be the television home of the Braves. When was the last time TBS broadcast a Braves game? I don’t think I have seen a game on the Superstation all year. Even their homepage has forgotten about the home team. TBS.com/sports is advertising their new playoff broadcasts with a picture of Mets’ third baseman David Wright. David Wright! Have they forgotten the epic battles and animosity between the Mets and Braves circa 1999 to 2000? Weren’t the Mets the proverbial fly in the face of at least a few of those Braves’ teams?

Speaking of dynasties that have seen better days, my Seminoles finally put a mark in the win column Saturday night. In case you missed it (and if you don't get the thrilling broadcasts of ESPN U you probably missed it), FSU torched the Blazers of UAB 34-24. I’m overjoyed. I am a bastion of blissfulness. Hooray.

While I am on the subject of blazin’, Peter Tosh was murdered 20 years ago today. Total bummer. Although Bob Marley is more renown, if you like reggae music with a little anti-establishment in the mix, check out Peter Tosh. Legalize It.

Today is also a big day for Ludacris, who celebrates his 30th two days after mine. There are some people who are born close to me whom I think I could have had the talent to be as successful as, and I could have held them as peers. Kerry Wood, for example. But not Ludacris. I couldn’t rap to save my life.

That reminds me, as talented as he may be, Kanye West acts like a whiny bitch. Dude, Metallica lost Best Hard Rock/Metal award to Jethro “freakin’” Tull. Quit your bitchin’. Aren’t rappers supposed to be Tougher Than Leather? Seriously, complaining about not winning an MTV Video Award is like claiming you are underrated. Kinda like Phil Simms after Super Bowl XXI.

Speaking of Super Bowl journeys …