Daily Archives: August 28, 2019

50 scenes of Christopher Walken dancing will make you smile. George Clooney tries to rid the world of “dumbasses.” And a writer goes looking for the baseball umpire of his youth, trying to forget some awful behavior

Who doesn’t love Christopher Walken?

I mean, this is technically a rhetorical question. But if there is actually someone out there in the whole wide world who doesn’t love the actor that’s been in four hundred movies, I would like to meet them.

Anyway, Walken is an acting legend, and you never walk away from seeing him and thinking he didn’t give his all.

So given that, and how much fun he always seems to have in movies, I thought this clip was great. Someone on the Interwebs decided to cut a montage of 50 Christopher Walken dance scenes, and it’s fabulous.


**Next up today, George Clooney is many things, including a terrific humanitarian, supporting many causes that are important in the world.

He’s even good at Public Service Announcements (PSA’s), trying to help his fellow man. Here, in service of climate change awareness, is George Clooney, trying to rid the world of… dumbasses.

Pretty damn funny.

**And finally today, I thought this was an excellently done column, by a man who clearly had regrets for a few moments of childhood idiocy.

Steve Politi, an outstanding journalist for the Newark (N.J.) Star-Ledger, was in a big Little League game when he was 12, and strode to the plate with runners on base and the game on the line.

A minute later, after things didn’t go his way, he flipped off the home plate umpire with a “double bird.”

Thirty-five years later, Politi went looking for that umpire to apologize, and explain.

An excerpt:
The umpire tried to explain this to me when I arrived at home plate and met my cruel fate. It didn’t matter. The Gantner’s manager tried to offer words of encouragement, that next time he walked me, “we’ll have to throw the ball in the dirt!” That didn’t help, either. Next time? Is this going to be a THING, Gantner’s?!

The disappointment boiled over into rage. I can still see the back of the ump walking away as the middle digit on both of my hands rose and pointed in his direction. I’m sure there were gasps. I don’t remember that. I do remember the voice of my best friend’s mom breaking the silence.

“Steven! Noooooooooo!”

Really, really beautiful writing here.