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A pretty tame Golden Globes, with some surprise winners. And the NFL gets a couple of great title game matchups

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The Golden Globe Awards are always like the drunk cousin of the Oscars: They’re rude, they’re boisterous, sometimes they make no sense, but they’re almost always a good time.

Sunday night the Globes were kinda less crazy than usual, but were still pretty fun thanks to Amy Poehler and Tina Fey, who again did a kick-ass job at hosting (Seriously, why can’t the People In Charge let them host the Oscars?) From their opening monologue poking fun at George Clooney and Bradley Cooper, to Poehler making out with Bono, they were great as always.  (And of course, their best line: “Now, like a supermodel’s vagina, let’s now all give a warm welcome to Leonardo DiCaprio.”)
Lots of other thoughts my trusted awards review co-writer wife and I wrote down while watching the show:

— Fashion review first: I don’t know what the hell Zoe Saldana was wearing but it was ugly, Paula Patton (above) looked like a peacock, and Drew Barrymore’s dress was way awkward-looking.

— Jennifer Lawrence couldn’t be more adorable. She really seems down to Earth, and super-talented. I just hope she stays that gracious and humble as she seems now.

— Very glad to see so many of the big awards spread around. I was mad Michael Fassbender lost for “12 Years a Slave,” (though Jared Leto was terrific in “Dallas Buyers Club,”) and Jon Voight winning over Aaron Paul is a joke, and I’m only halfway through Season 2 of “Breaking Bad.

But I was thrilled Amy Adams won for “American Hustle,” and that Spike Jonze got best screenplay. Really, no one movie was the big winner, which was rare and nice to see.

— The speeches were mostly boring, but Jacqueline Bisset was oddly crazy, and Cate Blanchett was hilarious at the end, admitting she was drunk and then rambling for a while.

— NBC, we get it, Fallon is taking over “The Tonight Show.” Thanks for the 47 commercials.

— Has Bono ever had an awkward moment in his life? The man is the epitome of cool. Loved hearing him and U2 talk about how much Nelson Mandela meant to them.

— Was it just me, or did Robin Wright and Jennifer Lawrence look a little bit too much alike Sunday night?

— How the hell did Taylor Swift get such a good seat near the front? What movie has SHE ever been in?

–Finally, very happy to see “12 Years A Slave,” shut out for most of the night, win the best drama award. As I wrote back when I saw it, this is such an important, moving film, and hopefully the more awards it wins, the more people will see it.

And now, the Oscar countdown begins …

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**And now to the football. I can’t be the only one who was watching the fourth quarter of Sunday’s Denver-San Diego game going, “Jesus, is a Peyton Manning-led team going to collapse yet again in the playoffs?”
Thankfully, they did not, and now next Sunday ought to be a sensational day of football.

For the AFC title we get the 412th (OK, 17th) duel between the two greatest quarterbacks of this generation, Peyton Manning and Tom Brady. And then the NFC gives us one of the suddenly-fiercest rivalries in the sport, with the 49ers going up to the insanely-loud Seattle Seahawks stadium and trying to get to a second straight Super Bowl.

Should be terrific.  My early pick is Denver and Seattle making the Super Bowl, but I’ve bet against Brady before and been very, very wrong. But it would be pretty cool to see Peyton try to win a Super Bowl in Eli’s home stadium, no?

Couple other quick thoughts from the weekend of football:

— I’ve been watching this sport for three decades, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a game with more trash-talking and showboating than the Niners-Panthers game. I mean, every freaking play these idiots were glorifying themselves, or shit-talking their opponent. Can anyone just shut up and play?

–Andrew Luck reminds me an awful lot of Brett Favre. Gunslinger mentality, forces lots of throws, can win you or lose you any game at any time. Boy is he going to be fun to watch the next 10 years.

Can’t wait till next Sunday.

“The Heat” leaves me cold, as expected. The Arizona firefighter tragedy, and real heroes. And the teacher who wore the same outfit for 40 years

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I knew better than to go see the Sandra Bullock-Melissa McCarthy buddy cop movie “The Heat.”
I really don’t like action movies, I knew this one would be stupid, and I really don’t even like Sandra Bullock that much (outside of her awesome performance in “The Blind Side.”)
But I was quasi-kidnapped; during our Baltimore trip last weekend the three guys I was with all decided that was the flick they wanted to see (reasonably asked my new wife: “That’s the movie three men in their 60s wanted to see?”)

So I sat through it, and as I expected, it was pretty bad. The story of the movie is that Bullock is a straight-laced, cocky FBI agent assigned to a case in Boston, where she’s forced to work with McCarthy, a foul-mouthed, awful-dressing, tough-as-nails cop.
In between, there’s a terrific collection of random bit players in the movie, including Tony Hale (from “Veep” and “Arrested Development,” the gym teacher from “Freaks and Geeks,” and others).

There were a few funny scenes, because sometimes McCarthy is so outrageous that you can’t help but laugh (hard to believe that the potty-mouthed McCarthy used to play sweet lil’ Sookie on “Gilmore Girls.”)

But mostly it was a predictable, one-note action flick that lowered my IQ a few points. I’m sure the film will make a ton of money, and the other people in the theater seemed to love it.

Maybe it’s me. Nah…

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This next story cracked me up big-time. An elementary school teacher in Dallas named Dale Irby had nothing to wear on school picture day in 1973. So he came up with this (above left).
The next year, he wore the same thing, as a joke. And kept it going for 38 more years.

That’s right, Irby has worn the same outfit for his yearbook photo for 40 years, and now he’s retiring, and taking that sweet outfit with him.

I implore you to read this story and then check out the photo gallery through the years. As the great Tommy Tomlinson said on Twitter said, “it’s like a timeline of evolution.”

firefighter**Finally, the heartbreaking story out of Arizona about the 19 dead firefighters just continues to get sadder. The names of the men who were killed were released Monday, and predictably, all but one of them was under 40.

I clicked through this page of bios about them and it just breaks your heart. There isn’t enough money in the world to pay me to be a police officer or a firefighter; what these men and women do on a daily basis is mind-bogglingly courageous.

Nineteen dead. Just awful.

The Oscars break a glass ceiling, a tribute to a great music teacher, and love for Mr. Mom

Scale of 1 to 10 on last night’s Oscars? I’m going with a 7.7.

Pretty good Academy Awards show, I thought. No major surprises, no unbelievably memorable moments, but pretty good stuff all around, which I’ve come to expect. Maybe it’s me, but it seems like after being bad for a few years, the Oscars have been good for a while now.

Only wish we didn’t have SUCH predictability. Seems like we used to get more upsets. Marisa Tomei winning, or Roberto Benigni (best speech ever, just a totally insanely happy man on the best day of his life), those were genuine stunners.

Still, Sunday night had some moments, good and bad. My quick thoughts:

— OK, Kathy Ireland, you’re beautiful, and you’ve aged beautifully. But oh my God, you were the worst excuse for an interviewer in the history of the world. I mean, if awfulness were people, you’d be India. Dear God, I yearned for Ryan Seacrest, she was so bad!

— Thought Sandra Bullock had the speech of the night; you could tell she knew that unlike Meryl Streep (who shoulda won), this was one her shot ever at Oscar. She seemed really heartfelt, and I’m glad she thanked the Tuohy family (the real-life family in “The Blind Side” ) in her acceptance.

— Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin were better than I thought. Some of the opening jokes were great (The Meryl Streep-Hitler one was particularly funny, and the Steve Martin joke to Christoph Waltz about hunting for Jews was brilliant), and they kept the show moving pretty well.

— Why are we subjected to the god-awful musical numbers that go on for 412 minutes every year? Does anyone enjoy these?

— Tell you what I always DO enjoy: The Dead People Montage. I love honoring those who are no longer with us one last time, for all the good work they did while they were breathing. I do feel sorry, though, for the behind-the-scenes people they honor who never really get much applause from the audience. Patrick Swayze? Big hand from the crowd. Cinematographer guy no one’s ever heard of? Only crickets are heard.

— I knew they were going to do something for my man John Hughes, but it was better than I’d hoped. Loved seeing “The Breakfast Club” group up there. Would it have been too much to ask for them all to break out into the “dancing in the library” scene from the movie? And Anthony Michael Hall, wow, he looked totally different.

— Mo’Nique won for best supporting actress and gave a real nice speech. And no one’s making a big deal that an African-American woman got an Oscar.

I’d say that’s progress, wouldn’t you?

— Hard to believe no woman had ever won best director before; about damn time someone did. Way to go, Kathryn Bigelow. And I love that her enormously egotistical ex-husband James Cameron had to sit there and watch her win.

Just discovered that “The Hurt Locker” is already on my cable box pay per view on Demand channel. Definitely going to watch it soon.

— And finally, from my wife, who pays way more attention to Oscar fashion than I do: “Miley Cyrus, stand up straight! And that dress is totally inappropriate for a 16-year-old!”

Amen.

**So sometimes I think I’ve posted something on here that I’ve actually only emailed to a bunch of people I know (What can I tell you? I’m a fool.)

I thought I had posted this last week, but apparently, not so much. This beautiful story from the the New York Times last week, by Joanne Lipman, is about her old music teacher. When he died, his old students came together for a final tribute concert. It’s a really beautiful story.

**And finally, because that John Hughes Oscar tribute was so good, and because I feel this movie is criminally underappreciated, a funny scene from “Mr. Mom.” (I tried to find the Schooner Tuna commercial, but dammit, it’s not on Youtube.)

A surprisingly awesome movie version of “The Blind Side.” And getting ready for U.S.-Canada, Part Deux

So I’m sure I’m not alone when I tell you that I never, ever see movies made out of books I read.

I just have found that the movie is never as good as the book . I end up comparing the movie to the book the whole time I’m in the theater, and that’s not enjoyable at all. I get mad when they change stuff, and I just feel like I’m annoyed for the whole two hours.

Oh, there are rare exceptions when the movie is as good as better. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. The Godfather. But really, most of the times I leave the cineplex angry.

So that said, I really had no interest in seeing “The Blind Side,” the Sandra Bullock movie that everyone told me is fantastic. I read the Michael Lewis book (I try to read everything my namesake writes; moniker courtesy and all) about a young, homeless black kid who is taken in by a white, Christian woman and her family, and eventually becomes a football star. The book was brilliant; taught me a lot I didn’t know, and it was an uplifting story that really wasn’t cloying or treacly.

But, Saturday afternoon, on a rainy day here in Central Florida, my wife and in-laws wanted to go to the movies. So I saw “The Blind Side.”

And I was shocked at how good it was, and how much I enjoyed it.

Sandra Bullock, who I haven’t liked since “Speed” and who will never be confused with Meryl Streep, was fantastic. Strong, beautiful, with great comic timing and a terrific chemistry with the kid who played Michael Oher, the mountainous teenage football player. I thought Tim McGraw was good, too, and the little kid who played McGraw’s son, SJ, stole the movie with his great lines.

The writing was good, it was really funny at times, it was pretty darn faithful to the book, and toward the end, when I expected a sappy, cliched finish, it took me in a different direction.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think it really does deserve to be up for Best Picture at the Oscars next week. I don’t think it should win, but it was a damn good flick.

**Random movie interlude: In one of the previews for “The Blind Side,” I saw that Topher Grace was going to be in a new movie. And I’m wondering: What the hell happened to that guy? He was so good in that Dennis Quaid movie a few years ago (“In Good Company”) that I thought for sure he’d be a leading man, A-list star soon. And then … nothing. Strange.

**OK, today is the biggest hockey game in U.S. international play since some 1980 game people keep talking about (ha ha). In a rematch of the 2002 gold-medal game, Canada and America play for bragging rights, with 33 million Canadians hanging on every pass and shot.

I’m beyond psyched. Will it be like last Sunday’s game, when the boys from the 50 states were totally outplayed, but pulled out a 5-3 win? Or does Canada, facing as much pressure as a team could possibly face, not wilt under that pressure but thrive, and finally win?

I have no idea. My gut says Canada wins, because they have to. But I’ve been underestimating this American team for two weeks now. Ryan Miller has to play  fantastic in net for the U.S., Patrick Kane must play big up front, and the U.S. defense must hold the Canada power play off the scoresheets. That happens, we win.

And 33 million Canadians will cry. Sounds OK to me.

The beginning of the end for DADT. And Oscar nominees are out. Yay!

“I can not escape being troubled by the fact that we have in place a policy that forces young men and women to lie about who they are in order to defend their fellow citizens” — Admiral Mike Mullen

It’s a rare day when I can look at Congress and say “Well OK then, today they made a difference, and today they matter.”

But as I watched and read about the brave and honest testimony of the highest-ranking member of the U.S. military command, talk about the foolishness and just plain wrongness of the military’s “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy, I realized that today was such a huge day in our country.

Here we have a man who’s spent his whole career with soldiers, saying that is indefensible for America to keep hard-working gay and lesbian men and women out of the military.

All those Republican bigots and homophobes, all these years, have been saying that we should leave such a matter “to the generals,” because they know what’s best.

Well today, we had the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the Defense Secretary, unveil a plan to finally repeal the hideous “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” law.

It may not happen overnight (and I think it’s crap that it’ll take a year-long “study” before the law is killed), but pretty soon, and not a moment too soon, gay Americans, who love this country as much as anyone else, will be allowed to help defend it.

That, my friends, is progress.

**Big Academy Awards fan here. Huge. Unlike the Grammys, where I have no interest and hardly have heard of most of the nominees, I love movies and try to see a lot of them ever year.

So I was excited the Oscar nominees came out today, and it seems like the voters did a pretty good job. I was very excited to see four movies I saw this year and loved (“Up,” “Inglorious Basterds,” “Avatar,” and “Up in the Air, my pick for best picture) nominated for the top award. I’d love it for “Basterds” to win, just to hear Tarantino make a crazy speech. I love that guy.

I think if Christoph Waltz, the SS military officer in “Basterds” doesn’t win supporting actor, there should be a criminal investigation. I’m stunned that an actress as limited as Sandra Bullock was nominated for best actress, but I hear she’s great in “The Blind Side.” (And hey, the other Michael Lewis wrote the book it was based on).

I think best actor has to be George Clooney or Jeff Bridges; best actress is wide-open; Helen Mirren or Meryl Streep are always worthy picks, but maybe Bullock or Gabby Sidibe (the woman from “Precious”) has a chance.

Finally, was thrilled to see Anna Kendrick get picked for best supporting actress; she was outstanding in “Up in the Air.”

Overall, I don’t see any major screwups with the nominees, but what do I know? I’m a guy who still loves “Side Out.”