“Bunting is pretty outdated”
For obvious reasons, I love collecting references like that, or hearing them on baseball telecasts.Tim McCarver went on a rant about small ball a couple of postseasons ago where he was like, “Nobody cares about bunting anymore!Nobody makes bunting a priority!Where’s the love for bunting?!” or some shit like that, and every couple of years, the Times runs an article on a slow sports day and calls it “The Lost Art of Bunting,” and I always cut it out and put it on the fridge until the next time they do it.
Fire Joe Morgan hooked me up yesterday; it’s actually a quote from Manny Acta, but I can’t disagree.I am pretty outdated.Hee.
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haha, that’s pretty awesome. my dad’s name is Loren, & whenever Sophia Loren’s name shows up in a favorable headline (“Loren’s lasting allure” was one I remember from about a decade ago) my mom cuts it out for display as well. :)
I, of course, am always on the lookout for pithy collage-able blurbs about Ms. Love. yay for print media!
“Where’s the love for bunting?”
Why right over here! http://www.donorschoose.org
:)
Maybe bunting is outdated, but it’s very effective if done properly, and fans love it, so… GO BUNTING!!!
(Sars, you’re nowhere near as outdated as say, a fan in CO – I thought of “Bye Baby Bunting” when I saw the header!)
Ha! Until I clicked the link (and since we’re in the post-season), I thought you were talking about a lack of respect for/interest in decorating stadiums [checks Garner and doesn’t change to stadia] for the championship series.
I wish I had a cool last name like yours, heh. Seriously. Mine rhymes with synonyms for mistake and insane. Oy.
Fire Joe Morgan is basically my favorite baseball blog. Ever since I read that the contributors were all comedians/tv writers, I like to pretend they’re whatever TV show writer I’m currently pissed off at, it’s very zen-inducing. “If I pretend Rob Thomas is secretly Ken Tremendous, I can totes forgive Veronica Mars season 2 Duncan thing!”
Hee. I’m like that when anyone mentions burning bridges. “Hey! What’d I ever do to you!”
Acta’s quote: “Bunting is pretty outdated. Everybody scores so many runs nowadays, it doesn’t make sense to play for one run unless it’s late in the game and it’s close.”
It’s hardly a new idea: after all, doesn’t the book of Genesis start with the words “In the big inning…”
Hee! I’m such a non-sports dork, my first thought was similar to Alicia’s – decoration will never be outdated!
I have a pretty cool last name, but not one that lends itself to stuff like that. However, my best friend’s maiden name is Layne. Back in high school I was in the car with her, her mother and her sister (the mother was driving). Some idiot was drifting between lanes, riding the white line, and Mother Layne bit out, “Come on, pick a lane!” I responded, “But I can’t choose between you!”
That’s so much funnier than my last name. I have the same name as a gasoline company that sells toy trucks. My middle school self did not find getting called ______ truck amusing.
My last name is Prince. When I lived in the UK there were some fairly bad flooding in the south of country. A headline appeared in the guardian regarding the next monarch in line.
“Prince to visit flood ravaged towns”
My workmates emailed me asking how I was proposing to help.
I also love all the music stuff. Apparently I kicked ass at the superbowl.
My surname is not that common but it’s the same as a big airport in a big US city, so on the one occasion I flew into there, my name was already in letters forty foot high on the airport roof to greet me. And on every train and bus I took round town. I felt pretty much like a princess on a State visit.
There was an awesome bunt in the Rockies/Dbacks game last night (right down the line toward third. Nice.), at which point I started giggling insanely and had to explain to my husband what was so funny. Good times.
My last name is the same (stagename) as a terrible, cheesy male pop ballads singer. In the early 90s I was always saying, “NO, I am not related to him.” And then grumbling under my breath, “it’s not even his real last name.”
Bolton? I always think of Office Space.
Reminds me of the one funny FrankTV commercial that I saw: “Good Will Bunting.”
The only famous Cournoyer that I’m aware of is Yvan Cournoyer, former captain of the Montreal Canadiens. My father’s side of the family is from Québec, but as far as I know, he’s not a relation. It’s not exactly an uncommon surname up there.
My father’s company has a summer hire program that I’ve been in for the last two years, and it seems like every Cournoyer in the state has worked at that place, including me, my father, and his father. I’m always getting asked if I’m related to this Cournoyer or that Cournoyer, and sometimes they’ll get the right first name but I’ll have to ask if they mean my dad or the other guy with his name. Loads of fun!
In one of the student letters I received from Donors Choose a few months ago the little boy was so excited because my last name is Marshall and his mom shops at Marshall’s. He also wanted to know if I had ever seen his mom at my store!
My maiden name is pronounced the same as Ted Koppel’s (but spelled differently). The best story related to this occurred many many years ago as my dad, Bob, was boarding a flight. The attendant looked at his ticket, at my dad, back at the ticket, back at dad and said, “Is Bob short for Ted?”
My last name is Provost, which is also a common term for a high-ranking administration official at most universities. I once cut a headline out of the student newspaper that was something like “Provost seeks to consolidate control over his University empire.” and taped it to my dorm room door.