Few teams these days seem mascoted by local denizens… New York has few giants, hurricanes are not from Miami but rather go there to die, blue devils long predate Duke’s university, and sadly the Stutz Bearcat is extinct or at least extripated. It gives one pause to reflect.
I have undoubtedly benefited from the inspirational presence of frequent suggestions for wine pairings in my life, but I feel an emptiness still, a yearning in a recognized shape. I miss the certainty that came of the oracular oration of he that spoke truly the Soup of The Day for all the world know.
Your feelings for soupe du jour noted, I ask you you to consider the banality of the nom de l’équipe “Houston Texans.” It’s as undeniable as it is pointless.
On the other hand, few teams have the huevos to shoot as far off the mark as the Utah Jazz. I don’t endorse their moniker, but rather marvel at its offense.
If Utah Jazz and New Orleans Hornets (now Pelicans) had swapped names while they were the Hornets, it would’ve made more sense for each given Utah’s bee motif.
Cold: Yeah, but he’s missing cereal, OJ, milk, half a grapefruit, a garden salad, and four drops of witch hazel.
Bearlover: Try slapping a tie on your toast. Ties make everything act differently. I put a tie on a cat once, and it suddenly acted like it couldn’t breathe.
Full Circle: It’s the newest trick play. It isn’t legal by any stretch, but it’s worth a damn shot, isn’t it?
Few teams these days seem mascoted by local denizens… New York has few giants, hurricanes are not from Miami but rather go there to die, blue devils long predate Duke’s university, and sadly the Stutz Bearcat is extinct or at least extripated. It gives one pause to reflect.
I have undoubtedly benefited from the inspirational presence of frequent suggestions for wine pairings in my life, but I feel an emptiness still, a yearning in a recognized shape. I miss the certainty that came of the oracular oration of he that spoke truly the Soup of The Day for all the world know.
Your feelings for soupe du jour noted, I ask you you to consider the banality of the nom de l’équipe “Houston Texans.” It’s as undeniable as it is pointless.
On the other hand, few teams have the huevos to shoot as far off the mark as the Utah Jazz. I don’t endorse their moniker, but rather marvel at its offense.
If Utah Jazz and New Orleans Hornets (now Pelicans) had swapped names while they were the Hornets, it would’ve made more sense for each given Utah’s bee motif.
Good point! I’d also like to see the LA Lakers swap with the Buffalo Trash on the Side of the Freeway.
Paul is a big fan of “Five-grain” Shennong, part of this complete breakfarts.
I wish my toast would condole me, but alas it meets me with the silence I’ve come to expect from grain based foods.
Fun fact: Rennie is actually the microphone. The person holding the microphone is just one of the players.
Cold: Yeah, but he’s missing cereal, OJ, milk, half a grapefruit, a garden salad, and four drops of witch hazel.
Bearlover: Try slapping a tie on your toast. Ties make everything act differently. I put a tie on a cat once, and it suddenly acted like it couldn’t breathe.
Full Circle: It’s the newest trick play. It isn’t legal by any stretch, but it’s worth a damn shot, isn’t it?