Around the Horn, Weekend Edition
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- It was on this date in 1868 that Andrew Johnson was acquitted of impeachment by a single vote. Here is a short but thorough account of how it went down.
- Today on Kerri-Lee's blog, I ask, "What would your last meal be if you were condemned to die?" There is also a link to the top 10 last meals of all time, which is recommended reading.
- Hockey is hot right now. I mean, sorry NBA, Chris Paul is awesome, but your playoffs are boring, with the refs handing wins to the home team every single game (Home teams are 20-1 in the 2nd round of these playoffs. Fishy? Something tells me Donaghy was a fall guy for a larger problem.) Crosby is exciting to watch, even for a casual fan like myself. And the hits are spectacular. Most importantly, hockey has Don Cherry, the best dresser in sports history. And even better, the guy is completely out of his mind. A few nights ago, he wore a pink suit that almost blew out my retinas, then called Detroit fans "rednecks". I love this guy.
- The following sentence from bats*** crazy Steven Wells column in this week's PW: Acting as Warden Nutter’s Lord Chamberlain and dressed like Bill Sykes out of Oliver! (complete with snazzy neckerchief and battered top hat), I’ll rule the fop-infested Philly arts scene with a rod of iron (literally) in the company of my ever faithful, cigar-smoking, quizzo-organizing, Winston Churchill-faced talking mutant English bulldog Johnny S*** Times. (Much as I do now, only more so.) I really have no idea how to respond to that. None.
Johnson (and Clinton for that matter) were impeached---that is the equivalent of an indictment by the House. They were not removed by the Senate, however, which requires a 2/3 vote.
Don Cherry and Barry Melrose are true sartorialist dandies and therefore the NHL playoffs are the greatest of all things. Cherry's outfits make Shaq and Deion Sanders look like Wall St. bankers.
Ummm... what does this mean?
"... teeth-gnashing, big baggy white-shirt-rending, Byronic-lock-tugging busybodies in the self-perpetuating Philly art-ponce oligarchy who spend all their time pontificating about the future of the arts in Philadelphia."
I'm not trying to be a wise guy. I really want to know. Are there a bunch of egomaniacal, long-haired, angry people tearing their own shirts? Where are they? Seriously. That sounds like a good show.
PS: PJ, take a day off.
JGT- way to steal my Don Cherry hottness. I believe I made my post about him before you did... haha.. I WIN!
a pick-up basketball game on a playground that had an outcome that was literally predetermined WWE-style is still more exciting than 99% of all hockey games I have ever seen.