The paradox: literature and sports. Not really, if you are a Hemingway-type kind of lit lover.
Anyhoot, I strongly recommend reading Miguel Syjuco's Ilustrado immediately. Escpecially if you are a writer, there's much to chuckle about, even guffaw, including the inclusion of...blog entries with SPAM comments. Adroit. If the novel is eligible for more awards, it should. No fancy prose or mystical poetically-blech description like "muscular" or "precise as a scalpel." How about f-in' good. Why try to articulate better than the author has done. Blurb this: read Iustrado. Now.
Also, getting excited about the future, including da Bears under Martz. With Knox and Hester playing Holt and Bruce, and Cutler practicing mathematical line theory in his throws, Chicago is going to rock this year. I continue to believe that Urlacher is not old, not washed up, and that he will dominate. Health is always the key in football. In a violent sport, you can't predict the split second destructions. The football field is a land-mine for potential injury, more than other pro sports (even soccer, which is highly underrated in its violence). Man on man -- the violence factor of men in prime shape, bodies at maximum mass, makes for easy cracks in the human architecture.
Well, I have to finish up the Spring Quarter grading at E-W. Looking forward to . . . a few days of sleeping in and not stressing about lesson plans.
Looking even more forward to a second-anniversary celebration of Harry Connick Jr. with the wifey tomorrow at the Chicago Theater (which is stunning in architecture).
peace,
C.
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