A special guest post by my father
By Patrick McFadin
I thoroughly enjoy the thrill of speed. I love the feel of acceleration. I love racing, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. As long as I can remember I wanted to drive race cars. I completely wore out my Snake and Mongoose Hot Wheels.
Years before live broadcasts of NASCAR, I remember hoping ABC’s Wide World of Sports would show a race. I loved seeing Richard Petty’s blue and red 43 flying down the back stretch of Daytona, passing lesser cars with great frequency. I remember the s’s at Riverside International. I remember when ABC News would report who the winner was just before the tape delayed broadcast of the Indy 500 started. They didn’t understand the phrase “spoiler alert.” Occasionally, you would see NHRA Drag Racing. Continue reading
The worst part was the 5-hour-drive.
I sat at a Buffalo Wild Wings bar in Fayetteville, Ark. My dad on sat to my right.
We watched as Jimmie Johnson, or “5-Time” as Darrell Waltrip lovingly called him, won his second Daytona 500.
Dale Earnhardt Jr., both mine and my dad’s favorite driver, had come up short on a last lap charge through the final two corners to finish second.
I’ve been lonely since the first day of 8th grade in 2004. That was the day I was alerted to the biological fact that there was more to this life than reading the next Star Wars novel, no matter how great it was. That was the day I realized material things weren’t going to truly satisfy me for the rest of my life. Continue reading
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Tagged college, high school, HIMYM, love, Nada Surf, relationships, Star Wars, summer, Valentine's Day
Yesterday, as I was leaving school and bracing myself for a walk through the Tauntaun-killing cold we’re enduring here in Indiana, a fellow student stepped into the elevator holding a fairly thick paperback novel.
I like to think all book lovers have a book radar (patent pending). If someone walks into a room holding one or I pass by another person reading, I try to figure out what they have their nose stuck in as inconspicuously as possible. Since we were in an elevator, I didn’t have to be sneaky about it.
“So what book are you reading?”
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Tagged Amazon, Books, Film, L.A. Confidential, Russell Crowe, Star Wars, Tauntaun
There was a time when the toast of the NFL universe was how many times Peyton Manning said “Omaha” and where John Harbaugh happens to buy his slacks.
Then the conference championship games were played.
Now we’re talking about something more important, yet still also completely over blown: Richard Sherman and his post-game interview following the NFC Championship game.
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Tagged Erin Andrews, ESPN, media, Michael Crabtree, NFL, Richard Sherman, San Francisco 49ers, Seattle Seahawks
I have never read a single Green Arrow comic book. Not one.
My experience with the character created by Morton Weisinger in 1941 is relegated to his appearances on the “Justice League: Unlimited” cartoon (all hail Bruce Timm!) and of course the incarnation portrayed by Justin Hartley on seasons 6 and 8 – 10 of “Smallville.”
So there’s my experience with the Emerald Archer.
Only a year and a half following the conclusion of “Smallville”s 10-year-run on the WB/CW, the network that targets female audiences through interchangeable male actors and vampires decided to tap back into the world created by DC comics. It launched a series devoted to Oliver Queen’s adventures in Starling City as Green Arrow…..I mean The Vigilante…no, The Hood…wait, that’s not it…..um, just The Arrow? OK, fine. The Arrow it is.