Will I Ever Break 90?

Yes, I play on the left side. 

That is the goal.  You may ask, 90?  Well, if you have been around me on the golf course, you know that it is my goal to sign a scorecard in the clubhouse pub with a number somewhere in the 80's next to my name.

For that card would certainly be framed in my little make-shirt golf area in my garage.  No wait, it may even make it into my office.  Boy, would I love to break 90 some day.  And it sounds pretty simple.

The best way to do it would be to keep playing as much as I can.  Easier said than done given my busy schedule, but hey, it's the summer and there's no excuse to get out on the course and enjoy a round.  And simple math says that carding a 5 on all 18 would add up to a score of 90 - bogey golf. Would just need a nice four in there some place and I can hang up my clubs and head off to find a nice little frame for the card, right?

My best round is a 92 in Albany the day before a wedding.  Not bad considering it was the first time playing the course and there is something to be said to playing a track that you're at least familiar with.

That was about six years ago.  Since then, I've been consistently in the mid-90's and continue in my quest to find that 89 out there.

My game has gotten better, given the limited amount of time I get out there.  Had a real solid round earlier this summer and if it wasn't for that darn fifth hole at Country View where I politely splashed two balls in the water hazzard after laying up perfectly off the tee box, you never know what could have happened.

Part of the problem is most of the time is tournament play. I'm always happy to participate but in scrambles and best-ball tournaments, it's hard to track your actual score.  It has allowed me to really work on the areas of my game.

I'm not a long hitter, but my driver has been excellent. A solid 220 off the tee and straight in the fairway is my game. My trusty five-wood brings me up to the fringe where a pitch and putt is all that I need to head to the clubhouse. But that's not as easy as it sounds. Some days those short irons have a mind of their own.  And of course, putting is where the scores are made and lately it's been a challenge.

But it's the goal of breaking 90 that brings me back and gives me hope as I know it's out there some place.  Only thing is, once I accomplish the feat, are the 70's next?

Happy Fourth of July

A Happy Fourth of July to everyone. I haven't had a chance to post in a while, well, make that quite a while.  Quite a bit has happened for the better since my last post while riding out a snowstorm back in 2014.  

For not long after that cold winter, my family found a new home. A place where I can tend to the yard and enjoy playing catch with my son. A place that is safe and relaxing, even with the sound of the rumbling tractor scooping up golf balls at the distant driving range.

A place where we can enjoy planting flowers and watch as the birds take a dip in the bird bath while relaxing in the sunshine.

A place where we can welcome family and guests and catch up on all that makes life so wonderful. The sounds of neighborhood kids playing hockey in the street only to be interrupted by the bells of the ice cream truck turning the corner.

A place to hang my hat at the end of day and await the arrival of the morning paper in the driveway.

Time to catch that ice cream truck. Strawberry shortcake sounds so good.

All right winter, I've had enough

Winters in New England are cold. No question about it. And maybe we say it year after year, but man, this one has been brutal.

A common scene of downtown Providence, R.I. 

From early November, at a time we were outside taking photos for our annual Christmas card, the finger-numbing chill was already settling in. I can remember many Thanksgivings with some snow on the ground, and some with pleasant sunshine. But this was sign of things to come.

This winter we endured storms such as “Hercules” and became familiar with the word polar vortex. Polar may be a little too soft of a term. I’m thinking more of a “Siberian Vortex” would be better, but that’s just me.

Snow is fine, it’s nice around Christmas and sledding and building snowmen is what winter’s about. But there really wasn’t a day that one could go outside and enjoy. Frigid temps in the single digits and the seemingly never-ending gusts of wind, was more suitable for a polar bear or eskimo. Maybe.  

As November rolled into December followed by January and February, we welcomed the flip of the calendar into March anticipating warmer days ahead. Experience tells us to be patient in the first week or so and not to expect balmy weather to reappear in a flash. Not to put away the winter gloves and boots just yet.

But as we enter the last week of the month, yet another blast from the arctic descended upon us, with more single digits and an icy breeze that made it tough to even walk straight.

Hopefully it was Mother Nature’s last laugh.

Remind me to never complain about it being too warm.  Ok?

Television Killed the Basketball Star

Just after the stroke of midnight on August 1, 1981, a new music channel was born:  MTV.  And prophetically, the first music video to be shown was appropriately “Video Killed the Radio Star” by the Buggles. Music videos and advanced technology was expected to hurt the radio industry, and while there have been many changes, radio still exists today. Though not quite like it used to be.

My seats for the Syracuse-Pitt Big East tourney game at MSG. 

Why would I bring that up?  It was about that time that the Big East Conference, a new seven-school league based out the Northeast was starting to gain traction.  Thanks in large part to the birth of another new fledgling channel: ESPN.

The television deal gave the Big East the springboard it needed to become one of the most powerful conferences in the country in basketball. Conference teams were playing on national tv and the more ESPN grew and the more households the cable company entered, the Big East grew as well.

The excellent 30-for-30 documentary “Requiem for the Big East”, on ESPN of course, took the viewers through a wonderful journey, from the conference’s founding in the back office of a Providence advertising company, to the move of its members from on-campus gyms to NBA arenas, including vision of moving its conference tournament to Madison Square Garden in New York, to 1985 when three of the four Final Four teams were Big East members.  

The league continued to thrive, with additions of new teams, national titles, but times were changing and the one big elephant in the room was football. While ratings and fan interest in big-time basketball huge, football, is in another atmosphere all together.

Consider that a Friday night, non-conference football game in September between Marshall and West Virginia drew higher ratings than a Syracuse - Louisville basketball game later in March, pretty much sums it up.

The Big East saw the potential and dollar figures that having football would bring in terms of maintaining itself as a power conference along the likes of the Big 10, ACC, SEC and Big 12. But internally, the marriage was struggling. Big East schools with football programs: Boston College, Syracuse, West Virginia, Virginia Tech, Pittsburgh, and Miami, were not interested in sharing revenue with the schools that did not play football: Providence, Seton Hall, St. John’s, Marquette, DePaul, Creighton, Xavier, and Georgetown and Villanova (who play football a level lower).

The football schools would eventually depart for conferences to align themselves with bigger football programs and television contracts.  So a league built on television, eventually was torn apart by the very same technology more than 30 years later.

The Big East still exists, despite what many media members want to believe. Going back to its roots with a basketball focus and a new television partnership with the fledgling Fox Sports 1.  

There’s nothing wrong with that. It was inevitable. There’s no going back to the “Good ‘Ol Days.”  As Syracuse coach Jim Boeheim, who was excellent in the documentary with great insight and reflection of the history of the Big East, accurately put it, “those days are long gone.”

Did video kill the radio star?  No, not really. Radio still exists and while it is certainly different than a few decades ago, it’s finding its legs in today’s world, just as the Big East is doing today.

Where did everyone go?

Call it the sign of the times. Businesses come and go. Operating in one of the worst economic climates in decades, it's understandable to see a new business struggle to gain ground and survive the tough times.

Upper Wickenden Street during Christmas.

A recent stroll through some of my favorite neighborhoods in Providence, I've noticed a few more empty doorways and the depressingly dark neon signs that once warmly welcomed patrons in on a cold, snowy night.

A pizza joint and tremendous BBQ joint on Ives, a convenience store on Wickenden, and the comings and goings taking place in Wayland Square.

Maybe, it's the brutal un-friendly business climate that the state of Rhode Island imposes on the small mom-and-pop shops trying to just do business, only to be unjustly suffocated by tax after tax after tax.

For years, I've always tried to support as many local businesses as I could. I have always had my favorites and places that I still frequent (if they're still open), but even some of these places are starting to lose their touch. Mostly restaurants where special Burger Nights at the Rue have disappeared and items promoted in email alerts are no longer even served. What's happening?

Still love the Coffee Exchange. I't always a favorite. However, while making strolling down Wickenden Street after a rather "chilly" lunch at Duck & Bunny, I poked my head into the window of the Z-Bar. A perfect restaurant in a prime location and good drinks. A place dear to my heart with great memories of Ziti and Bass Ale with my wife after work and celebrations for graduations and family gatherings, and the great customer service from manager Steve to the best waiter, Pablo, refilling our drinks.

But sadly, on this cold and blustery spring day, the interior is still decorated for Christmas collecting dust on the perfectly set tables and stacked wine glasses.

A sign of the times. I wish it wasn't.

So what was my first job, that's easy

Pork Fried Rice ... 

Well, kind of. Trying to think back to my first job some many years ago, the years kind of stick together and it's hard to separate. I know roughly the time frame which is why I have to go with pork friend rice.

I was a sophomore in high school and my basketball friend hooked me up with a dishwashing job at the Waikiki restaurant in town. Nothing glamorous, nothing difficult.  Just clean the dishes as they came in, load them in the dishwasher, take them out of the dryer and restock out in the dining room.

The extra cash helped with paying for gas considering I was one of the few with a car at the time, thanks to my grandmother, and buying concert tickets, yes, many concert tickets.

But the real benefit came at the end of the night. The excellent main cook, known in the back as "Grandfather" always made sure I had enough food to bring home each night.

He was amazed at my love of pork fried rice with duck sauce, but there was nothing better.

I can remember vividly watching the NCAA Final Four that year when freshman Derrick Coleman of Syracuse and freshman J.R. Reid of North Carolina squared off.  That would be the last spring that I worked at the Waikiki, guessing it was around 1987, as I would eventually move down the road to Shaw's Supermarket.

First as a bag boy and eventually moving up to stocking shelves. I worked hard, learned a lot of valuable lessons in management, people skills, and the rewards and doors it can open. I worked some late night shifts, weekend shifts, days of scolding heat and retrieving carts through ice and snow. Years later, I can look back and say it was worth it.  Plus, pretty hard to beat the free pork fried rice though.

Ellen's Oscar Tweet

The power of twitter is amazing.  160,000 retweets in just five minutes since posting. Of course, hosting the Oscars and live-tweeting will do that, but in any event, just amazing.

If only Bradley's arm was longer. Best photo ever. #oscars pic.twitter.com/C9U5NOtGap
— Ellen DeGeneres (@TheEllenShow) March 3, 2014