A short blog after another outstanding night of Stanley Cup playoffs action, and trying to figure out how my new dog is able to bounce off the bureau and propel himself over the fence we have set up to keep him in one room… the guys at Petco are going to know my name really quickly…
I think it’s fair to say that I loved the Brat Pack, as did most people of my generation.
Of course Emilio Estevez, Judd Nelson and Molly Ringwald, et. al, weren’t the greatest actors ever. I don’t think they won any Oscars or Golden Glboers, but they were absolutely, positively the perfect embodiment of kids of my Generation, Generation X.
After the great John Hughes, who made many of them stars, died last year, we all mourned and talked about his legacy, and theirs.
Well, Susannah Gora has done more than that, and I can’t wait to read it. She’s written a book with the beautiful title “You Couldn’t Ignore me If You Tried,” and if I have to tell you what movie that quote is from, I will be sad (“The Breakfast Club.”)
It’s about the rise and fall of the Brat Pack, and how they survived having an insane amount of publicity and attention at such a young age (here’s a thought: can you imagine how overexposed they would’ve been if the Internet existed in the 1980s?)
Anyway, it’s definitely on my reading list.
**So every once in a while, a sports organization gets something exactly right.
Chick Hearn was the legendary play-by-play announcer for the L.A. Lakers, a guy who invented the term “slam dunk” and was maybe the greatest hoops announcer ever (sorry Marv.)
He died eight years ago, and the Lakers finally got around to erecting a statue of him outside the Staples Center this week.
It’s a beautiful statue, truly, but the best thing is that they also created an empty chair next to Hearn, so anyone can sit down and pretend they’re calling the game with him.
Brilliant. Totally want to go to L.A. now to do that.