Yesterday, the Eagles, one of my favorite bands, opened the new Kodak Theatre with a concert that also featured the Dixie Chicks. One of the staff members that works there is a guy by the name of Micol Coppock. Now I used to be at odds with this guy, because he seems to ban me every now and then from some home athletic events we have at the Beach. After I got the big prize last year, though, I have held a truce with Big Mike, although I do think at the back of my head, “Good riddance,” when the people from the Kodak Theatre asked him to help them out.
At least I won’t have to worry about some bald bouncer nagging me around. You can keep him, Kodak Theatre. I can now abuse the opposition in peace thanks to him not being here.
Last Sunday, we had the Long Beach Marathon. Here’s the thing. I would have participated in the bike tour portion had I finished in second place. The second place prize is a bicycle. I finished in first by one game. If I had finished as the runner up, I would have nagged by mom to give me the money to register for the bike tour, so that I can be riding 26.2 miles on my newly purchased bike, advertising the Beach Pride program in the process.
I’ll stick to giving my mom a financial reprieve any day.
Jozy Altidore must be viewed as a villain in
And Josh Beckett isn’t going to let the Red Sox’s aspirations die just yet. He outpitched CC Sabathia, and now