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that time i didn’t know about the biggest fight of the century

6 May

So I’m buckled into my seat, ready to fly to Vegas last week for work, and I hear the two guys sitting next to me, and the three people in front of me, and the one hundred seventeen people on the other side of the plane murmuring about the Big Fight Coming Up.

“Is there a fight this weekend?” I asked the guys sitting next to me.

And you know how sometimes someone says something so absurd you can’t even muster an expression? Your face just kind of goes slack—not like a cartoon, with your tongue hanging out or anything, just sort of no muscle control whatsoever—and your eyes sort of glass over because your brain is working overtime due to the fact that someone just said something and it does not, for the love of all that is holy and decent, compute.

That’s pretty much the look I got.

“It’s only The Biggest Fight of the Century,” one of the guys told me. He didn’t say it condescendingly, more like he was afraid for me, that here I was, this unsuspecting traveler, on her way to Vegas for one of the biggest weekends of the city’s career, and I was clueless.

“Oh,” I said nodding. “Right. I think I heard something about that.”

No, I hadn’t.

Well, no, that’s a lie. I had heard some chatter on during the sports segments of the news about Mayweather, but I thought it was just general talk about boxing and…stuff. I didn’t realize it was because he was fighting Pacquaio in The Biggest Fight of the Century for hundreds of millions of dollars.


It turns out that with The Biggest Fight of the Century comes a lot more Vegas nonsense than I could imagine. Tickets to the event sold out within 30 seconds, my driver to the hotel told me. Hotel rooms on the Strip were completely sold out, and even the nearby crappy hotels that did still have a sprinkling of rooms available were going for upwards of $600 per night. Prostitutes from around the world apparently fly in for weekends like this, the hotel staff told me, and extra law enforcement had been brought in as well (for the general public, not necessarily for the hookers).

Top it off with the fact that the Kentucky Derby was also last weekend, along with the NFL draft, and I’m pretty sure that the sports books were out of their minds.

Anyone who knows me knows that I get annoyed with crowds and while I love rolling craps I am a horrendous gambler. So last weekend? Even once I learned about The Biggest Fight of the Century, last weekend was totally lost on me. While Vegas was making history, Mayweather was remaining undefeated, and a million people were cramming themselves onto the Strip, I was holed up in my hotel room watching The Roosevelts on YouTube and asleep by 9:30* because I am wild and crazy and nothing if not fond of spitting in the face of sports lust.**

I feel like I should apologize to Vegas for my lack interaction during this melee.*** I so incredibly did not participate in the fervor of the weekend, and it’s entirely possible I let Vegas down. First I didn’t know about its mega event offerings, and then I did know, and I totally ignored them. So, I’m sorry, Vegas. I’m sorry if I let you down while I was there. I promise to try harder next time.



You know, let’s just play it by ear, how about that? I don’t want to make you promises I’m not sure I can keep, especially if it involves anything happening past 9 pm.

*Two hour time difference you guys. It’s killer for a routine-craving person like myself. 

**Lie. I have been known to get utterly vociferous about college football, hockey, and White Sox baseball, for a start. And I adore Derby Day, but sadly it fell in the middle of the workshop I was staffing, and I’m relatively sure stepping away from my duties so I could throw a box on a few horses would be frowned upon.

***Except I’m not all that sorry as I learned the area outside of the Tropicana was cordoned off because of a shooting after the fight. Not that I was staying at the Tropicana, but whatever.

photo friday: unexpected loves

25 Jun

Photo taken with my camera phone, from FIFA.com.

Last Friday I was at the gym, doing my thing, when Michael Bradley scored the second goal that tied the game against Slovenia. Everyone at the gym erupted in cheers, because everyone had the World Cup on the monitor in front of them. I got so excited with the fist-pumping that I disconnected my earphones from the television jack, losing the feed for a few seconds, plugging back in just in time to see a joyful dogpile of celebrating soccer players.

If you had asked me three weeks ago, when we first headed out to a bar on a lazy Saturday afternoon to watch the U.S. v. England, if I’d be so jazzed for the entire World Cup competition thus far, I probably would have been all, “Meh. Doubtful.”

But something changed, and I’m not sure what. Unexpectedly, I was hooked, and tapped in, and absolutely loving it. I’m anxious to watch the U.S. to play Ghana tomorrow, excited to feel the energy and thrill of a sporting tournament that isn’t strictly U.S.-centric, but part of the entire world. Is better than the Olympics in some ways, IMHO. For one, I’ve been watching many of the games on Univision, which makes it interesting because I have no idea what the commentators are saying, being that I don’t speak Spanish. But I can tell you, they are very, very excited. About everything.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m interested this go-round, or if there’s something to my notion, but I feel like those interested in soccer have really come out of the woodwork this tourney, even if it’s just for this specific time period. Or maybe DC has a higher percentage of soccer and World Cup followers, being such a transient, international city.

Either way, had you asked me three weeks ago….I don’t know that I could have predicted it, this wondrous love of World Cup. That first Saturday, I was just expecting to eat some wings and have a beer. I certainly wasn’t expecting a month-long love affair with futbol. 

Thanks to Stephanie for her Photo Friday theme, and to Calliope for coming up with Photo Friday in the first place! Roll on over to Calli’s blog to see what others are photo-ing about this week.

as close to live blogging I will get

1 Sep

As I type this, I am participating in my first Fantasy Football draft.

I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.

I wasn’t so much one for research, even though my fellow participants urged us to mock draft once or twice or obsessively and another friend of mine said, “get one of those magazines.” And there is a lot of talk about charts and sheets and cards and lions and tigers and bears and whatnot. I mock-drafted once, earlier today, during which one of the other participants in the mock draft got so fed up with my draft picks s/he (it’s the interwebs! Cloak of sexual anonymity!) left the draft room. I believe what s/he typed into the conversation box at the bottom was, “what? devin hester? this is a waste of my mock-time!” Whatever, dude, I’m still high on Hester’s catch and return for a touchdown in the Super Bowl a few years ago. Suck it.

Why is everyone picking running backs? Huh. Maybe my first pick should be a running back. I was going to make my first pick Peyton Manning. He’s consistently good. Plus, I really like his commercials. They crack me up!

Whoops…my turn. Peyton Manning it is! He is my first round draft pick!

We’re doing a snake draft, and since I’m the 9th slot I don’t get a lot of time in between my first two picks. So for pick #2, let me just check my Fantasy Football cheat sheets, here….hmmm….let’s go with a running back this time. Looks like #3 on the list, Steven Jackson, has not yet been picked, so guess what, Steve-O, you’re on the McPolish Posse now! Woop! Woop!

OMG…I can’t believe I’m actually jotting down notes. But I have to! I don’t want all my players to have the same bye week, do I? That can’t be good!

Running backs and wide receivers….Christ, there are just so many of them! How am I supposed to keep them all straight? At this point (Round #….umm….I have no idea…) all I want is that the little note next to their name doesn’t tell me they have some sort of injury. Is that too much to ask?

…..this is at least somewhat more logical than how I pick my Derby horses, which is by name only…..

Sweet! I now have the Manning brothers as my #1 and #2 QBs. This will be a high-LAR-ious season….

I should totally be looking at my next picks. Instead, I am balancing my checkbook.

I think I still need more running backs. Or maybe wide receivers. Hmmm….according to this thing DeSean Jackson looks…..shit.  Someone else just drafted him. CURSE YOU!

I’m trying to draft as few people from teams that are my nemeses/archrivals as I possibly can. Which means I’m staying away from Packers, Ravens, and Redskins. The Packers because they are the archrivals of my Bears, and the Ravens and the Redskins because OH MY GOD THEY ALWAYS SCREW UP TRAFFIC ON THE BELTWAY. And you know how much I detest sitting in traffic. Plus their fans are just obnoxious. Despite my careful planning, however, I think a couple of GBers and Skins have landed on my roster.

Cass just asked me if I have a thing for the Manning boys. My response: “Duh.”

I seem to remember guy friends of mine getting really super drunk for their Fantasy Football drafts. Does that help them pick better? Because now we’re in round #712, and are picking through the lesser-knowns. Jesus Christ Almighty, how many guys ARE there in the NFL? And where is some water and can you turn it into wine for me?


Last pick, D/ST….which I’m told has something to do with Special Teams, yes? Yes. I have New England. Fine, I’ll take them. DON’T LET ME DOWN, YOU G-D PATSIES.

I just realized I only have one kicker. I really, really hope he doesn’t get injured. Otherwise I will be fuuuuuuuuccccked.

Well, shit. It’s over. Here’s how my roster landed:

McPolish Posse Starters
QB Peyton Manning

RB Steven Jackson

RB Derrick Ward

RB/WR Ahmad Bradshaw

WR TJ Houshmandzadeh

WR Donald Driver

TE Sean Ryan

D/ST Patriots

K Stephen Gostkowski


QB Eli Manning

WR Devin Hester

WR Derrick Mason

WR Josh Morgan

TE John Carlson

QB Trent Edwards

WR Joey Galloway

Are you ready for some football? I am ready for some football.

and in baseball news….

15 Jul

The Chicago White Sox retain presidential support, while Chicago Cubs fans continue to whine.

Of that second article, my brother-in-law (who remains a Yankees fan, despite living in Chicago), noted, “I see a good T-Shirt idea in here somewhere.” My vote was for “Chicago Cubs: Full of Excuses Since 1945,” while my sister Elizbeth tweaked that suggestion with “Chicago Cubs: Full of Excuses Since the Beginning of Time.”

Either one, in my opinion, is a winner.