So I found myself riveted by the U.S.-Brazil women’s beach volleyball match Tuesday, and no, not because there were beautiful women in bikinis (they weren’t even wearing bikinis, it was cold and raining in London during the match).
The U.S. team of Jen Kessy and April Ross were entertaining, and the match itself was exciting, with the American team rallying to win in three games.
But no, what I couldn’t stop watching was the intense arguing between the two Brazilian players, Juliana Silva and Larissa Franca (here’s a clip of them from a previous tournament, yelling at each other).
They were a hoot. They yelled at each other in Portugese the whole match, during timeouts, during points, everything. It seemed like Larissa was doing most of the yelling, even when it was her fault that Brazil lost the point. Apparently, I looked up after the match, this is common, that they yell all the time.
Sounds like a reality TV show waiting to happen if you ask me.
**So after a one-year absence, “Hard Knocks” is back on HBO. Which delights me. If you don’t know it, “Hard Knocks” is the show which goes behind the scenes in one team’s NFL training camp, showing us everything that goes on over five weeks.
This year the Miami Dolphins are in the spotlight, and even though the Dolphins are my 2nd-most hated NFL team (behind the Patriots, of course), I had to tune in and watch.
Couple initial thoughts on a really good first episode:
— I could’ve lived without seeing 300-pound lineman Mike Pouncey getting his nose hair trimmed. Just saying.
— Loved seeing Braylon Edwards, the former diva receiver, act so humble. Everyone comes back to Earth eventually, maybe you shouldn’t be such a jerk during your time at the top.
— Chad Ochocinco Johnson or whatever the hell he’s called: When you were a star, people laughed at your act and praised you. Now that you stink, not so much.
— I think it’s clear that rookie QB Ryan Tannehill’s wife Lauren will become the star of the show, don’t you think?
**Finally, an office in Switzerland had a little panic last week. Employees got really scared and called the police when they spotted a spider on a table.
When the police arrived, they made the shocking discovery that it was a PLASTIC spider.
Seriously, Swiss people? You’re calling the police over a spider? Even if it were real, there’s not one brave fellow who could’ve just stepped on it, or smacked it with a magazine (If national hero Roger Federer had been there, he would’ve smashed the critter with a racket).
I love what the police did, though. After pointing out it was plastic, they made the workers listen to an instructional lecture called “how to tell the difference between real spiders and plastic toys.”
Next week’s lecture at the firm: Superman: Can he really fly or is that just some fancy special effects?