Tuesday, March 19, 2019 – Monday, Monday. Can’t Trust that Day
Here’s what I’m thinking about yesterday.
Every party needs a pooper that’s why we invited you, ESPN U Suck! ESPN U Suck!
In case you missed it or do not follow sporting events, ESPNU of the ESPN family released the NCAA Division I Women’s basketball bracket on TV two hours before its scheduled time. The announcement parties on campuses were scheduled for six o’clock central standard time. The announcement on TV was at four. It was like unwrapping your Christmas present to see what it was two hours before it was time and then trying to act surprised during the actual Christmas tree. ESPNU took away the element of surprise.
While this may not seem to be at the top of the world falling apart events, it was disappointing to all teams, coaches and fans. Your premature bracket release meant that teams were denied the opportunity to be with their fans when their team’s names were called. This is special to fans and teams. Teams that have never been to the tournament were denied the opportunity to be recognized.
Because of your blunder, the program at six o’clock was pieced together (and you could tell it was). You never even showed the teams from the Chicago Region where Texas A&M is the number 4 seed. Wait, you seemed to have enough footage of Notre Dame and Muffet McGraw.
I hope the persons responsible received a good ass chewing and perhaps the opportunity to seek employment elsewhere. This was a major SNAFU for women’s’ sports. Party pooper ESPNU! RL, I hope this was not your brother.
In other news I had an appointment to see an orthopedic doctor yesterday for my knee. It, like the rest of me, is 70 years old and falling apart. I am sure you know the feeling.
But while waiting for the doctor I had plenty of time read this sign on the wall.
I found three errors. Maybe the Grammarians will find others.
Even though the sign does seem to suggest I am their only patient, it did not inspire confidence in my experience at the doctor’s office, Neither did the doctor when he said “orthoscopic surgery is the first step to a knee replacement.” I replied “Not on this knee. Thank you for the cortisone shot. I’ll get back to you. Good-bye.”
Since all things come in threes, I returned home to find a jury summons in my mail box. Monday, Monday. Can’t trust that day.
But today is Tuesday. The sun is shining. So make today a good one.