Seems he scuffled on the links a bit yesterday in the annual Writer Cup between Jets and Giants hacks, won by the Big Blue crew. 
Funny, but Boland always struck me as a guy who was a really, really good golfer. You know, the kind of guy who wears golf shirts to training camp practices and might actually sneak a practice swing or two in while Brett Favre takes a water break in practice. You don't wear those shirts or practice your swing without being good (or, I suppose, without getting them for free). Then again, maybe it has something to do with Newsday Jets beat writers who play golf. After all, Cimini once expressed delight at having shot a 103 a few years back. To which I responded: "How come you aren't any better?" He was not amused.
Anyway, our man Boland - the Bubbling Cauldron of Intensity himself - offers some brilliant prose on chucking his clubs yesterday. It almost made me want to take up golf again just so I could see it.
I used to play quite a bit, in fact. Journal News columnist was an eyewitness to my personal best 79 a few decades back. But I decided shortly thereafter that golf took up way too much time, involved way too much practice to be any good at it, and was simply not worth the emotional investment. Thus, I avoided man Boland moments in my lifetime, choosing soccer and hockey as my extracurricular athletic activities.
(No, I will not ask Boland why he isn't any better. Maybe in a month or two, when the steam stops coming out of his ears over his unfortunate performance.)
Ok, I have to get to Giants Stadium (oops, it's a Jets home game, so it's the Meadowlands tonight) to speak to angry fans who will rally against the introduction of personal seat licenses.
Comments (5)
This blog had me until you used the words soccer and hockey in the same sentence.
Collaborator.
What About Bob? What About Quisling!!
I505:
No hate, man. You know I am a hockey diehard. But jeez, it's impossible to keep playing past 35 when you have a wife and kids. Midnight ice time just doesn't work any more. At least soccer is played in daylight.
Hockey diehard?
But soccer is played in the daylight?
Sir, you have gone to the dark side.
And apparently the force is strong within you.
Were you dragging the wife and kids with you to midnight hockey practices? I doubt it.
Midnight practices are an example time of "Daddy time".
Are you dragging the wife and kids with you to "daylight" soccer practices? If so, I submit that you are engaging in cruel and unusual punishment.
"Daylight" is for QUALITY time with the wife and kids.
Go Bowling, try 36 holes at Putt Putt.
COACH THE KIDS IN A REAL TEAM GAME!!
They can sleep when you are at hockey practive at midnight.
Man Up Glauber.
Remember
The Future of the American Civilization is in your hands and not your feet.
I505:
Words hurt, man. Wow. A scorcher.
Theoretically, midnight ice time makes all the sense in the world. It inconveniences no one in the house, and there's plenty of time to get a good workout in.
The problem comes in where a 6 a.m. wakeup call - or earlier - is required. As you must certainly know being a hockey guru, the act of playing pumps your heartrate to levels that require hours to come down from. Thus, a two-hour session means getting to sleep at 4 a.m.
Oh, forget it.
You're right. I've sold out.
"Oh, forget it.
You're right. I've sold out."
Kick save.........and a beauty.