Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Gooooood Night, Yankees!

Oy vey. The combined death of one of the funniest men who's ever lived, Robin Williams, and the ugly end of the Yankee bullpen rearing its head on Monday made the night too much too bear.

Bottom line: if the Yankees lose tomorrow, they can pretty much kiss the division goodbye. Eight games out with a month and a half to go is just too much ground to cover, although we'll see how the Orioles will respond to the absence of Manny Machado. As of right now, Machado has a right knee sprain; no DL news yet.

The Yankees, like my college football team (and alma mater on December 18th--time flies) the Hurricanes, simply play down to their competition. They outduel three Tiger pitchers and two Cy Young Award winners, but can't beat the Indians at home...and of course, they're in Tampa, the stadium of doom for the Bronx Bombers, over the weekend.

So much comes to mind after last night; initially, like James Gandolfini last year, I thought we had yet another death hoax on our hands...but once CNBC tweeted out the sad news, I knew it was all too real. It's the sad clown: laughing on the outside, crying on the inside, like most of us.

Aladdin is one of my favorite Disney movies simply because Robin Williams was the Genie, who absolutely made that movie morphing into all these famous actors and doing impressions. Jumanji was an after-school staple of mine; I watched it every single day, but was scared as a kid when I got the board game for Christmas. Most of my friends felt the same way; we all thought we'd get sucked into the jungle until someone else rolled a five or an eight.

To this day, I have to catch my breath after laughing so hard whenever he changes between outfits in Mrs. Doubtfire, especially when the sequence is sped up in the restaurant bathroom! And of course, I had to go see about a girl. My friend Alex loves Hook; that wasn't one of my favorites to be honest...one of his finest individual scenes was when he becomes inconsolable after seeing his old Dead Poets Society book in Neil Perry's desk. If one word can sum Oh Captain, My Captain up, it's "icon."

Celebrities always seem to go in bunches, and we learned tonight that Bogie and Bacall are reunited. She was, in my opinion, one of the most stunning actresses in history, not only because of her looks, but also because she was always herself. She was never...plastic, if you will.

Between that classic couple being together again, and my return to my second home, Miami, I leave you with this classic from Bertie Higgins.

Neil Dwyer @neildwyer1993

P.S. If the kids don't know who I'm talking about, think of Daniel Powter, another one-hit wonder, but in 1982.

1 comment:

Sorry for the Capatcha... Blame the Russians :)