I was reading Bill Simmons' latest article on the Masters. When he got to the part where they interview people after the match, he wrote the following to describe the creepy fake cabin they all sit in:
"It has its own music -- just a few strands of acoustic guitar that sounds like something you'd hear while getting a massage. It has no relation to any other sporting event, or really, anything about sports other than the part in which athletes are competing for something. Like Richard in "Lost," Jon Gruden or Coach K, it never seems to age or change in any way."
While I think he should have been more specific and said "Coach K's hair".... well said Bill. I'm giving you a polite, quiet golf clap here in my cubicle.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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And I will be sending him a nice bottle of shoe polish.
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