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June 21, 2010 - Al Stephenson

I wasn't really given a choice.  I had to get more mulch and a few groceries.  It took almost an hour and it was just a brief respite from watching a full day of sports on the tube.  Ah, Father's Day.

 I started in the morning with World Cup action.  I will admit that I am no soccer fan, but there was not much else sports-wise on in the A.M.  I actually became entranced with New Zealand and Italy.  The Kiwis scored early and then played defensively most of the rest of the way.  Even after Italy scored to tie the game, New Zealand fought to protect the draw as no one gave them any kind of chance to even tie the defending World Cup champions.

But tie them they did.  While the Italian players walked dejectedly off the field, the New Zealanders stayed and applauded the crowd.  This tie was a victory as far as they were concerned.  For some reason E. Gordon Gee(k) came to mind after the OSU-Michigan tie.  You remember the comment.  Let's just say that this tie gave me a much better feeling.

Early afternoon brought the Tribe v Pittsburgh.  The hapless Indians against an equally poor Pirate team.  Cleveland lost (for the second day in a row against the Bucs) and thoughts of my childhood flashed before my eyes.  I grew up with the Indians in the 60's, 70's and 80's.  Rainouts were considered moral victories back then.  I hope we don't stay in this mode.  If Carlos Santana is the future of the team, then I have hope.  He can play.

Three o'clock brought the remote to my hand.  U.S. Open golf coverage and the Nascar race at Sonoma would share my attention for the next several hours.  It was gripping TV, though I felt sorry for Dustin Johnson.  He backed up his 66 on Saturday with an 82 in the last round.  I can shoot 82 for crying out loud.  Well around here, bending a USGA rule or two, not at Pebble.  As good as he was on Saturday, he was just as bad on Sunday.

I may have felt worse for Marcos Ambrose.  The likeable Australian was leading the race when a caution came out with five laps to go.  It was his race to lose and he promptly did just that.  In a somewhat misguided effort to save fuel he shut his motor off and could not get it refired.  Once he did, six cars had passed him and according to rules he could not go back to the front of the line.  The real kicker is that he really didn't need to save gas.  He finished sixth, missing a great opportunity to get his first Nascar win.

The view from my seat (marveling at a number of events throughout the day) would suggest that this was a great Father's Day.  Sports let you escape from the reality of life - you know, like mulching!


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