
...squirrel fans.
nuff said.
A lighthearted random blog (with undertones of bitterness)
2009 LBJ Winner????
purposeful start, confirmed by the positive (I think) post race interview with the enigmatic RP. Two divisions for the Simcoe 2CP featuring Sportswriter in a blue collar win (why would they bring him right back after the WR Metro to make 5 starts in as many weeks?).
CTC elim. He hasn't shown any weakness as yet. Although I question the decision to take him all the way to Mohawk to make 4 starts in as many weeks then facing heats in the Futurity after a week off, it's impossible to fault the management thus far. In the other elim Southern Rocketop impressed by trotting away from Explosive Matter. That one has looked better each week from the Am Nat through the WTD with this race the best I've seen him. Judge Joe had some trot, he's sped up a bit since the sale. Explosive Matter had to be compromised by the lack of a race, should be more fit for the final. Maybe somebody can make a race of it next week, but I won't count on it happening.
So...I'm currently in 6th place of 500+ after 14 events with just tonight's Simcoe and the Jug itself to go. The rules allow a stable of 10 horses (only 5 of which may be activated for each race), two drivers and two trainers (always active). They also permit replacement of 2 horses, 1 trainer and 1 driver twice along the way. The second replacement period just ended, so the selections I now have must take me through the Jug.
South African running sensation Caster Semenya has been determined to be a hermaphrodite. The 18 year old has been running roughshod over her competition in women's track events, resulting in accusations that she is in truth a male. Turns
out, she's both. Those of us familiar with Martha Maxine can relate to the circumstance. Weird, huh?
drunkenness. Ms Tequila (can those be real?) responded by placing "Lights Out" under citizen's arrest for a laundry list of violations, including false imprisonment. Whatever happened to "Love, Honor and Obey"? I'm gonna call it a wash.
The Squirrel is pleased to learn of Dave Palone's induction into the Harness Racing Hall Of Fame. His remarkable accomplishments, well documented in other mediums, clearly qualify him for this recognition. Left undocumented is the lengthy list of personal efforts he assumes by his place at The Meadows, which he has always handled with aplomb. Well spoken, clever and witty, Dave is someone I'm always happy to see. This is the highest honor one may achieve in our sport. I'm proud of him.
Let us begin with a short review:
Well Said, Lucky Jim and a host of others providing many thrills. I was fortunate enough to be at The Big M, as it were, for the Hambletonian day card and it was fabulous!!! The emphasis has now shifted to Canada and the 2YO stars are appearing to enhance the experience. I am personally quite anxious to get to Lexington for the two weeks of Grand Circuit racing at
The Red Mile, where the suspects will be separated from the prospects.
...on the Magna/Stronach empire, or at least, so it seems. It's hard to feel bad for the guy, he determined his fate with his actions. It's easier to have compassion for the people affected by his misdeeds at the various tracks that he accumulated. I knew a few that had worked at The Meadows for years that were unceremoniously dumped to curb costs. His heavy handed ways are well documented and his "vision", murky in the best of times, is now darkness. As czar of his empire, he hand picked the people that helped sink the Magna ship and paid
himself many, many millions in the process.
That morning cup just became a little more enjoyable in the tiny hamlet of Vassalboro, Maine. The Grandview Coffee Shop has gone topless and business is through the roof! The enterprising owner reports that he interviewed 150 applicants (women & men) for the 10 positions available. One customer was so pleased, he left his waitress a $97 tip on a $3 cup of joe. Now that's bucking the economic trend. Ben Bernanke, are you listening???
Stealing Bob Hope's sh*t...
would indicate. He had a low tolerance for bullshit and he paid a high price for his attitude. I have been a fan since The Pope of Greenwich Village (1984). That movie made me go back and watch his bit in Body Heat (1981), Diner (1982) and the juicy role as "Motorcycle Boy" Coppola gave him in Rumblefish (1983). He pretty much held your eye whatever the part. Then, despite a bashing from critics, I thought he was great in Year of the Dragon (1985), an overlooked Cimino piece. He had
two great characters to portray in 1987 when he starred as the tortured lead in Angel Heart (with De Niro as the devilish Louis Cyphre) and the title role in Charles Bukowski's unofficial biop Barfly, a great flick if you like dark stuff. He was at the top, with access to the best roles and matinee idol looks to back up his acting chops. The top directors were using him regularly when 9 1/2 Weeks came along. It's a quirky film, I liked it but didn't love it. It was directed by Adrian Lyne who reportedly did what he could to bury Rourke for his behavior and disposition on the set. With Rourke doing little to dispel those notions, a few other indiscretions nudged him into a different light to those that determined his choices.
The result is obvious. Through the worst of times he still made you look in small roles thrown his way by various friends. The best of these IMO is his take on a meth chef known as "The Cook" in the small indy film Spun (2003). Great performance.
that he clears the last hurdle to the mainstream.
Here's an opportunity that doesn't come along everyday. Mike Jackson is apparently having a "going out of business" sale and many of his most revered possessions are available to the general population via auction. What a chance for us regular stiffs to get our greedy mitts on some
World Class really weird shit!
The Squirrel confesses a passion for the reality TV. I used to consider myself above what I considered a bottom-feeding excuse for entertainment, but, as it turns out, I was wrong. I am not above it. At the top of the list has to be VH1's production of Sober House (Thursday at 10PM). They have assembled a group of D list celebrities (using the term loosely) that are battling addiction. The participants range from Steven Adler, the drug addled
former Guns N' Roses drummer, to actress Amber Smith, a statuesque former supermodel who went from acting to whoring to support her vices to Rodney "Can't we all just get along" King, famous for getting beat up by the cops during the LA riots of 1991.
straight and narrow in Hollywood. That's a tough bit. My favorite character was Seth "Shifty" Binzer, tattooed front man for the obscure rock band Crazy Town. Shifty is a compelling character with a long history of abuse and failed rehabilitation who really has a pretty good grasp of his plight. He just can't hold the demons at bay. Shifty, however, takes a back seat now that renowned drug & alcohol abuser Andy Dick has joined the cast. I don't know what they are
paying him but it can't be enough. After 20 years of unbridled partying and 10 stints in rehab, Andy has taken up the mantle as "the responsible one" for the show. He, as it turns out, is a sweet guy. He is also a cryer. It's great....every time someone goes astray, which is every week, Andy sobs uncontrollably while they follow the subject into the abyss via the cameras taping the show, internet feeds or whatever means are available. Priceless! So, if you find yourself with an unaccounted for hour (it repeats constantly) have a peek at reality, celebrity rehab style.
...he got caught taking steroids. Go figger. In the Squirrel's tiny mind it is more offensive to trot out the contrition (like this guy hasn't been able to live with himself for the deed) than doin' a few 'roids to keep up with everyone else. It sure looks like steroid use was standard practice for a few years and just about all the ballplayers were guilty of enhancing their natural physique. I really don't have a problem with it. Those years were fun, all the hitters looked like giants and the ball was being launched like a missile. Fun! Then, the US government stumbled onto the practice and, oh shit! Really?!? So, A Rod, who is kind of the poster boy for douchebags in sports, took that $252 million contract right at the zenith of his steroid induced success and now he feels bad.
Lemme tell ya somethin'! Wanna make amends? Do some good with that ridiculous stack of cash. Help some people that really need help, there is plenty of that goin' around. Check out his past performance on this topic.
....and I liked it! The Grammys are finally here! The Squirrel will be glued to the tube all evening, what with hours of pre-show red carpet posing & preening and at least three, that's right, three hours of the awards broadcast. Right at the very top of our list is
that sassy little Katy Perry, up for Female Vocalist for the androgynous hit "I Kissed A Girl", which she apparently wrote with Scarlett Johansson in mind. Snap!
So, let's take a time trip back to February 8, 2007. Do you remember the significance of that date? The day the nonsense died. Anna Nicole Smith expired at the Seminole Hard Rock hotel in Florida on this date two years ago. How vividly (or is that vapidly) I remember being glued to the TV. It seemed surreal. The reports were sketchy, first she was just
unconscious (maybe just slightly less responsive than usual) then, full blown panic. Dead! The drama went on for weeks as they sorted out the details and her fake husbands fought over the new baby girl and the inherited fortune that went with her. The Squirrel had the good fortune to be in south Florida at the time and we didn't miss a single detail of the whole charade. So, in the absence of anything newsworthy today, we celebrate the entirely staged existence of Ms Vicky Lynn Marshall (aka ANS) from her humble beginnings to her remarkably overexposed end. Here's a little something to help you find the zone.
"Sorry," she mouthed to the crowd, as she lost her place in a song (a family tradition). At one point during the show, the 28-year-old had her band restart a song after several bars; at another, Simpson admitted she wished she could "walk off the stage," but gamely persevered until the end, giving props to her band. "They had my back the whole time," she said. It appeared that the singer left the stage in tears after her final song, professing her love for the encouraging crowd.
closely followed Jess through the ups
and downs (literally & figuratively) and it appears her Q'back has strayed. She seems to have responded by eating all of the chili at her most recent Florida performance and it has gone right to her hips. It can never be a good thing when your belt is also your bra. Lose those high waisted pants, honey. Poor Jess!
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Dan Patch awards take place Wednesday night at the Bellagio and another armful of hardware is in store to honor Somebeachsomewhere for his magical 2009 campaign.