Some of you may have noticed the new section in the right hand column entitled "Drop Us a Line".
To make this site more interactive, the "folks" here at GameTime, TBD© decided it was time to find a way to let the readers have more of an input into what goes down around here. That being the case, I felt the best idea would be to create an email address at which you can . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . drop us a line.
Being the genius I am, I decided an email account would be the best and easiest means of accomplishing this new goal; being the uber-genius I am, I decide on the incredibly original and creative email address GameTimeTBD@gmail.com.
So, do you have a topic you would like to see discussed here? a video or article you think is worthy of the Friday Link Dump? know a semi-celebrity/athlete I could interview (I mean, I'd take an actual celebrity/athlete if you've got one for me)? know of a female worthy of some vintage GameTime, TBD© praise? have a general comment about life in general? think I am doing a great job and want to let me know? or think I am doing an awful job and want to let me know? If you answered "yes" to any of the first six questions, go ahead and drop us a line at GameTimeTBD@gmail.com. If you answered "yes" to that last question, then screw you, I rule . . . just kidding . . . you are also welcome to drop us a line (I fully support the First Amendment).
Who knows, if I like what you write, I just might have to steal it . . . err, I mean . . . quote you.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I'm Awesome!
Finally, I have found my calling. It only took me twenty-seven years, two degrees, and one attorney's license. Ironically enough, those achievements had nothing to do with me finding my calling; that privilege belongs to my Monday night television viewing schedule, more commonly known as How I Met Your Mother ("HIMYM" for those of you who are in the know).
For those of you familiar with the show (having recommended this show to anyone willing to listen, I know there are at least a few of you out there), I am sure you think you know where this is going . . . but you do not. This is not a post about a open casting call for three people to form a group of friends who sit at a bar every night, drinking beer and making memories (though, come to think of it, my Better Half and I do make the perfect Marshmallow and Lilypad, and there's a great bar not too far from our place . . . so if you're a moderately successful guy who gets stuck in his head too much, an attractive Canadian female, or a super-sketchy womanizer, feel free to drop me a line). Oh no, my dear readers, the purpose is much greater than that.
Since I do not want to ruin last night's episode for those of you who may not have seen it yet, I will be as careful as possible with what I am about to say: Barney is the man! There, I hope I did not ruin it for you.
If you watch HIMYM, you undoubtedly love Barney Stinson; women want him and men want to be him (some men might want him as well . . . don't worry, I won't judge). Over the course of the first two-and-a-half seasons, we hear Barney recount conquest after conquest over women who might not be the sharpest pencil in the box or have the highest self-esteem, but we do not mind. It has just come to be expected from Barney because he is the most awesomest, and he lives by "The Code." We hear it referenced throughout the first two-and-a-half seasons, but last night we were officially introduced to The Bro Code. Written around the same time as The Constitution, The Bro Code is a code we (we as in all men) have lived by since our birth; it is in our genes. The Bro Code, according to Barney, includes the obvious [Bros before Hos, or, A bro will, in a timely manner, alert his bro to the existence of a girl fight (or the UCLA Cheer Squad try-outs . . . you can thank me later bro)] and the not-so-obvious [Though the mom of a Bro is always off limits, the step-mom of a Bro is allowed if she initiates it and is wearing at least one article of leopard-print clothing].
As I spent last night reflecting on the episode, I began to realize that there just might be something to the theory that The Bro Code is in our (men) blood. No one ever taught me the ways of the "wingman", I just knew; no one ever taught me not to sleep with my friend's ex, I just knew. But at the same time, I could remember countless instances where friends, relatives, and fraternity brothers nearly came to blows (well, in a few instances, did come to blows) over something that may or may not have happened . . . usually involving a girl. This, of course, made me realize that, like the laws I interpret everyday, this genetic "bro code" we have inside of us has a lot of gray areas; what we need is a concrete set of rules, rules to guide us through the ins and outs of being a bro.
Turning to the old reliable internet (if it exists, Google will find it), I discovered that no one has created the all-encompassing Bro Code. Sure, there is the lame "Man Law" (I'm sure we all remember those awful commercials that Miller Brewing Co. subjected us to), but that does not cut it. So this, ladies and gentlemen, is my calling: I will write The Bro Code. But I will not write it alone, oh no. The burden of writing such a historical document (like the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Bible) is too great for one man to carry. So I have (am) turned (turning) to my friends and family . . . nay . . . all men to join in this quest. It shall be a living document, fluid and ever breathing. If you would like to be a part of this monumental undertaking, do not hesitate to contact to me.
The Bro Code, it is my calling . . . and I shall answer.
For those of you familiar with the show (having recommended this show to anyone willing to listen, I know there are at least a few of you out there), I am sure you think you know where this is going . . . but you do not. This is not a post about a open casting call for three people to form a group of friends who sit at a bar every night, drinking beer and making memories (though, come to think of it, my Better Half and I do make the perfect Marshmallow and Lilypad, and there's a great bar not too far from our place . . . so if you're a moderately successful guy who gets stuck in his head too much, an attractive Canadian female, or a super-sketchy womanizer, feel free to drop me a line). Oh no, my dear readers, the purpose is much greater than that.
Since I do not want to ruin last night's episode for those of you who may not have seen it yet, I will be as careful as possible with what I am about to say: Barney is the man! There, I hope I did not ruin it for you.
If you watch HIMYM, you undoubtedly love Barney Stinson; women want him and men want to be him (some men might want him as well . . . don't worry, I won't judge). Over the course of the first two-and-a-half seasons, we hear Barney recount conquest after conquest over women who might not be the sharpest pencil in the box or have the highest self-esteem, but we do not mind. It has just come to be expected from Barney because he is the most awesomest, and he lives by "The Code." We hear it referenced throughout the first two-and-a-half seasons, but last night we were officially introduced to The Bro Code. Written around the same time as The Constitution, The Bro Code is a code we (we as in all men) have lived by since our birth; it is in our genes. The Bro Code, according to Barney, includes the obvious [Bros before Hos, or, A bro will, in a timely manner, alert his bro to the existence of a girl fight (or the UCLA Cheer Squad try-outs . . . you can thank me later bro)] and the not-so-obvious [Though the mom of a Bro is always off limits, the step-mom of a Bro is allowed if she initiates it and is wearing at least one article of leopard-print clothing].
As I spent last night reflecting on the episode, I began to realize that there just might be something to the theory that The Bro Code is in our (men) blood. No one ever taught me the ways of the "wingman", I just knew; no one ever taught me not to sleep with my friend's ex, I just knew. But at the same time, I could remember countless instances where friends, relatives, and fraternity brothers nearly came to blows (well, in a few instances, did come to blows) over something that may or may not have happened . . . usually involving a girl. This, of course, made me realize that, like the laws I interpret everyday, this genetic "bro code" we have inside of us has a lot of gray areas; what we need is a concrete set of rules, rules to guide us through the ins and outs of being a bro.
Turning to the old reliable internet (if it exists, Google will find it), I discovered that no one has created the all-encompassing Bro Code. Sure, there is the lame "Man Law" (I'm sure we all remember those awful commercials that Miller Brewing Co. subjected us to), but that does not cut it. So this, ladies and gentlemen, is my calling: I will write The Bro Code. But I will not write it alone, oh no. The burden of writing such a historical document (like the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Bible) is too great for one man to carry. So I have (am) turned (turning) to my friends and family . . . nay . . . all men to join in this quest. It shall be a living document, fluid and ever breathing. If you would like to be a part of this monumental undertaking, do not hesitate to contact to me.
The Bro Code, it is my calling . . . and I shall answer.
Friday, April 25, 2008
The Big Day Cometh
As most, if not all, of you know by now, we are only a few short months (3.5) away from my Better Half becoming Mrs. GameTime, TBD©. I also know that many of you have personally had the privilege of surviving the ups and downs of planning a wedding. Well, my dear readers, tomorrow is the day I have I been looking forward to most throughout this whole process; it has been circled on my calendar for a long time. In fact, as of tomorrow, I do not think I really care about how the rest of the planning goes (just kidding . . . but seriously . . . okay, I'm joking). That is right my friends, tomorrow is . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . CAKE TASTING (trumpets, trumpets, trumpets . . . fireworks, fireworks, fireworks)!
I do not know much about wedding planning, but I do know this: every wedding has a cake (unless you're my good friend EzEm, who's cake company forgot to deliver the cake). I am a fan . . . nay . . . a connoisseur of cake (why do you think I have to work so hard to get in shape for the wedding?), so I have been anxiously awaiting this day. My Better Half knew I was looking forward to this day so much, she even let me pick out the combinations we are going to try. Did I mention the tasting is at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning? That is right my friends, CAKE FOR BREAKFAST (only after I run 6 miles though). So, while I bask in the glory of my upcoming cake-tastic Saturday, here are some things you might have missed to help get you through your Friday afternoon:
I do not know much about wedding planning, but I do know this: every wedding has a cake (unless you're my good friend EzEm, who's cake company forgot to deliver the cake). I am a fan . . . nay . . . a connoisseur of cake (why do you think I have to work so hard to get in shape for the wedding?), so I have been anxiously awaiting this day. My Better Half knew I was looking forward to this day so much, she even let me pick out the combinations we are going to try. Did I mention the tasting is at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning? That is right my friends, CAKE FOR BREAKFAST (only after I run 6 miles though). So, while I bask in the glory of my upcoming cake-tastic Saturday, here are some things you might have missed to help get you through your Friday afternoon:
- My NFL Draft drinking game usually goes like this: (1) watch the start of the first round, (b) see who the Lions draft, (iii) drown my sorrows.
- A new beauty pageant? Nope, just the finals for the Philadelphia Eagles cheerleading squad.
- Is it wrong that I'm actually excited about seeing the 3rd and 4th string quarterbacks play at UCLA's Spring Game this weekend?
- Ubiquitous, B-R-E-A-S-T-S, Ubiquitous.
- All is not well in the Big House.
- Tom Brady arrested in connection with a homosexually-motivated murder.
- Sean Avery is taking a free internship at Vogue magazine this summer. What could possibly go wrong?
- Okay, I think we have taken job outsourcing far enough.
- Seriously people, it is only a jersey . . .
- . . . that goes for you too.
- Ryan Dempster = LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE!
- I do not know how this video escaped my attention until now, butt wow! (Do yourself a favor and close that office door!)
- How can the NBA possibly want to move the Sonics to Oklahoma City?
Friday, April 18, 2008
Wait, What Day Is It?
That is right, it is Friday. I am sure you are all counting down the hours (or, for my east coast readers, the minutes) until your work day comes to an end. Believe you me, it cannot get here fast enough; this has been one of those weeks. I would tell you about it but (1) I want you to keep reading this blog, and (b) I am sure you all have had at least one of those weeks in your lifetime. So, in the interest of readership, I am going to spare you the details (you can all thank me later). Instead I will just get right to the good stuff. If you do not have a fantasy baseball team to help you pass the time on this "beautiful" Friday afternoon (I say "beautiful" because some company decided to build a 30-story building right next door to my building and they have built up past my floor, completely blocking my view . . . so, if it's nice where you are, go ahead and rub it in), here are some things you might have missed:
- With the NFL draft starting tomorrow, I cannot help but think of all the "great" drafts the Detroit Lions have had.
- Mysteriously absent from this article is any reference to Lenny "allegedly" (and when I say allegedly, I mean like O.J. is "allegedly" a murderer) molesting girls at his car wash. Though, apparently he likes to watch baseball from the Westlake High School student parking lot.
- Not to get political or anything, but it is nice to see Putin using his power for good.
- In a move purely intended to bolster attendance figures, the Tampa Bay Rays have signed Eva Longoria to a six-year deal. No word on how this affects Longoria's commitments to Desperate Housewives.
- Is the Aussie Olympic swim team really that good?
- So Miguel Tejada is two years older than we thought; who cares? Can someone please tell me how old Julio Franco is?
- Two puns in one headline . . . I will not even bother trying to top that.
- An attractive Serbian tennis player I have never heard of is, apparently, quite lickable. Maybe I should watch more women's tennis.
- Now that she is legal, I just might have to add Emma Watson to THE list; of course, having $20 million in the bank does not hurt.
- "That was a bulls-eye . . ." (w/s)
- God bless the mascot who knows how to work it.
- It wasn't me!
- We all have a soft spot in our heart for the Super Mario Bros. theme. (w/s)
Friday, April 11, 2008
The Triumphant Return . . .
. . . of the Link Dump! I am sorry my weekly update has been M.I.A. for the past month or so. I have always been one hundred percent honest with you, my dear readers, so I will not lie, I have been dealing with a case of writers' block for a little while now. And, let us face the facts: for a blogger, it does not get much worse than that.
So here I am, five days removed from the NCAA national championship game, and I have been struggling through a "Best of" article. I can honestly say this has never happened to me before. I mean, sure I used to use writers' block as my "excuse" in college whenever I opted to party with my friends as opposed to finishing that paper I had due, but that was a different time in my life. That was before I discovered that writing was actually pretty fun (believe it or not, something I learned while writing my 40-page law review article . . . god, I'm a nerd), something I actually enjoyed doing. That is why this case of writers' block really sucks; I am really excited about sharing with all of you the things I have swirling through my head right now, but I cannot figure out how to share it in a way that meets my lofty expectations.
So, while I try to find a cure for what is ailing me, here are some things you might have missed from this past week (or so):
So here I am, five days removed from the NCAA national championship game, and I have been struggling through a "Best of" article. I can honestly say this has never happened to me before. I mean, sure I used to use writers' block as my "excuse" in college whenever I opted to party with my friends as opposed to finishing that paper I had due, but that was a different time in my life. That was before I discovered that writing was actually pretty fun (believe it or not, something I learned while writing my 40-page law review article . . . god, I'm a nerd), something I actually enjoyed doing. That is why this case of writers' block really sucks; I am really excited about sharing with all of you the things I have swirling through my head right now, but I cannot figure out how to share it in a way that meets my lofty expectations.
So, while I try to find a cure for what is ailing me, here are some things you might have missed from this past week (or so):
- Sadly, this game is incredibly addicting (Don't say I never warned you).
- The Tampa Bay Rays are currently leading the league in number of tased pitchers.
- "Trash talking" on Myspace . . . cheerleaders . . . do not get your hopes up, this story does not turn out the way you would (well, at least the way I would) like it to.
- Just in case there was a confusion on the issue, this should help clear it up: Yes, Cowboys fans are crazy.
- "You see officer, I wasn't actually jerkin' it in public, I just have a strange habit of putting my hand down my pants."
- This may really hurt Bethune-Cookman's (are you sure that's actually a school?) chances of making the BCS Championship Game.
- This should help you out in that Miss U.S.A. office pool you entered.
- Only in the Yankee-Red Sox rivalry.
- I wish my good-friend Toy would just finally commit to being a professional golfer because then I could have an article like this written about me.
- Immediately following this dunk, my friend Jimbo turned to me and said "I think they call that tea-bagging." Hidden irony: the Oregon player getting posterized is LeKendric . . . what for it . . . what for it . . . Longmire.
- Um . . . yeah; that's levitation Holmes.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
The Ringing In My Ears
Trivia Question: What was the first compact disc manufactured in the
To answer that question, my dear readers, I must also ask: how did you spend your Tuesday night? I would imagine most people did not do anything too exciting last night; it is early in the week, you are probably still a little tired from the past weekend, you are already longing for the upcoming weekend to get here, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I think our general consensus is that your Tuesday night probably sucked. That, my friends, is why you need to go out there and find yourself an amazingly-awesome (awesomely-amazing?) Better Half.
Allow me to provide you with twenty-five reasons why my Better Half is (1) amazingly-awesome, and (b) better than your better half:
2. Radio Nowhere
3. Lonesome Day
4. Gypsy Biker
5. Murder Incorporated
6. Magic
7.
8. Candy's Room
9. Reason to Believe
10. Prove It All Night
11. Because the Night
12. She's the One
13. Livin' in the Future
14. The Promised Land
15. Brilliant Disguise
16. The Ghost of Tom Joad
17. Last to Die
18. Long Walk Home
19.
20. Out in the Streets
21. Meeting Across the River
22. Jungleland
23. Born to Run
24. Dancing in the Dark
25.
Confused? You should not be. If I asked you to name the only two great things that have come from New Jersey (besides those friends of mine who are from there . . . don't want to have Nosh whining in the comments section), what would they be? Bon Jovi (DING!). The Boss (DING!). Now, as you review the twenty-five reasons why my Better Half is amazingly-awesome (awesomely-amazing?), you may begin to notice that they look eerily similar to the set list from last night's Bruce Springsteen concert at the Honda Center in
Some find it hard to believe that I am such a big Springsteen fan, considering his first album of commercial success, Born to Run, was released five years before I was born. In fact, my Better Half and I were probably the youngest people at the show, surrounded by people at least ten years our senior (not to mention some fabulously-awesome [awesomely-fabulous?] jean jackets). But when you love music as much as I do, I do not know how anybody would be surprised by this. I mean, sure we might not see eye-to-eye politically, and I might not be able to relate to the plight of the blue collar worker, but this is a man who has been musically relevant for over thirty years. He has had eight number one albums over his career (though, surprisingly, he has never had a No. 1 single on the Billboard charts), won eighteen Grammys, and he has even won an Academy Award.
As you can tell from the set list, the show mostly revolved around his most recent album, Magic. While I was not overly impressed with the album, the live versions did not disappoint. Sprinkle in some of his classic hits and a cameo from Tom Morello (of Rage Against the Machine/Audioslave fame) for "The Ghost of Tom Joad", and you have all the makings of a great show.
While it is hard to compare this show to the first time I saw The Boss in 2002, I will say this, I definitely enjoyed the company more (sorry Agman, I hope you understand). There are few things in this world I enjoy more than being able to share some of my favorites things with my Better Half. Who knows, maybe we will complete the "New Jersey Doubleheader" by catching Bon Jovi at Staples Center tonight.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot . . .
Trivia Answer: Born in the U.S.A.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Now You Know . . . And Knowing Is Half the Battle
I know more than a few people out there (some avid readers, some not . . . their loss) whom are headed out to San Antonio, Texas because some colleges are finishing up some stupid tournament that no one really cares about (okay, that's a lie; I'm just jealous that they're going and I'm not). So, for all you Bruin faithful headed out to cheer on our team in person, I thought I would help you get prepared for the weekend. Here is everything you have "ever" wanted to know about the great city of San Antonio, Texas (what's that? You've never wanted to know anything about San Antonio? Well, keep reading and maybe you'll learn something new).
For starters, San Antonio is the second largest city in all of Texas, and the seventh largest city in the United States (of America . . . if you were confused and thought you might be headed to a foreign country). Located in Bexar county, San Antonio is "in the northern part of South Texas" (I am a little confused here . . . when did we split Texas into two states? I just counted and there are still only 50 stars on the American Flag. Did we revoke someone's statehood? I bet it was New Jersey. Stupid public school/pricey-private-college education . . . a lot of good you did me).
What is now San Antonio was originally a Coahuiltecan Indian village until Spain sent missionaries to colonize the native people some 300 years ago. In 1718, the Franciscans constructed a mission, San Antonio de Valero, to convert, educate, and serve as the economic core for the settlement. In 1731, Spain sent settlers from the Canary Islands to further establish their colonial presence and over the next few years, built four more missions along the river. A lack of military support and raids by neighboring Comanche and Apaches weakened Spain's control of the original mission and, in 1794, Mission San Antonia de Valero was secularized and became a Spanish military installation . . . a little place people like to call The Alamo.
You might remember The Alamo from its leading roll in the critically acclaimed performance of the Texas Revolution. It was not but 170 years ago (1836), that 189 Texas fighters (wait, we had war planes in 1836?) held off Antonia Lopez de Santa Anna and his 4,000-plus lackies for 13 days. Most famous among them was, of course, Davy Crockett, a great American folk hero and the owner of a very fancy Double Tree resort and vineyard in Santa Barbara, California where my sister and brother-in-law held their wedding reception. He has aged quite well for having been born sometime around 1786 and does not show much evidence of "dying" at the Battle of the Alamo.
When packing for your trip, do not forget to pack your shorts and, if you are not cool enough to live in Southern California, your sunscreen. The average daily temperature for San Antonio in April is 80 degrees. The record high in April was 101 degrees, set back in 1996. As for that sunscreen, I would not be expecting much rain. San Antonio averages only 2.6 inches of rain during the month of April.
For all of you Bruin fans looking for something to do on Sunday between UCLA games (or if you're a Memphis fan waiting for an afternoon flight home), San Antonio's "Hot Spot" is the River Walk, which works its way through Downtown San Antonio and has many restaurants and bars for you to celebrate (or drown your sorrows) at. If drinking is not your thing (though, you probably don't read GameTime, TBD© then), there is also SeaWorld San Antonio, Six Flags Fiesta Texas, and the Fairmont Hotel (built in 1906, the Fairmont stands as one of the heaviest buildings ever moved intact . . . in 1985 it was moved over four days to its current location 3 blocks south of The Alamo for the bargain price of only $650k). Unfortunately, with the Final Four being played at the Alamodome, the San Antonio Spurs will be playing at the Portland Trail Blazers, so I am unable to list Evan Longoria (not to be mistaken with Tampa Bay Rays' prospect Eva Longoria) as a local attraction. If your name is Matt Leinart, and for some reason you are reading GameTime, TBD©, I would like to let you know that your local attractions are likely to be found at the University of Texas at San Antonio or Trinity University (and I hear that ITT Tech and University of Phoenix have some hot co-eds at their San Antonio campuses, so check them out too Matty).
If you are lucky, maybe you will be able to spot one of San Antonio's finest (Henry Cisneros, Alberto Gonzalez, Oliver North, and Tommy Lee Jones), or their FINEST (Lara Flynn Boyle . . . oh wait, it turns out she's just married to some San Antonio businessman . . . but I feel like that's enough, don't you?), at the Final Four. I mean, it is not very likely that they will just give up their seats to you and you will end up in a picture in Sports Illustrated, but you never know (right Jimbo?).
So there you have it; everything you need to know about the great city of San Antonio. Well, actually, I cannot say I have ever actually been to San Antonio, but it seems great. Mostly I am just hoping that everyone gets to see the Bruins play twice in San Antonio. Thankfully Florida is not around this year, but my friends all say that if John Calipari were smart (which, thankfully, he's not), he would pay for Joakim Noah, Al Horford, Corey Brewer, and Taurean Green to come sit courtside during the UCLA/Memphis game on Saturday (tip off at 6:07 EST). You can rest assured that I will securely glued to my couch by then with all throwable objects moved a safe distance away.
I hope all you travelers have a safe and fun trip to San Antonio, regardless of which team you are rooting for. But if you are not having a good time, do not bother me, I will be busy celebrating the UCLA Bruins' 12th National Championship.
For starters, San Antonio is the second largest city in all of Texas, and the seventh largest city in the United States (of America . . . if you were confused and thought you might be headed to a foreign country). Located in Bexar county, San Antonio is "in the northern part of South Texas" (I am a little confused here . . . when did we split Texas into two states? I just counted and there are still only 50 stars on the American Flag. Did we revoke someone's statehood? I bet it was New Jersey. Stupid public school/pricey-private-college education . . . a lot of good you did me).
What is now San Antonio was originally a Coahuiltecan Indian village until Spain sent missionaries to colonize the native people some 300 years ago. In 1718, the Franciscans constructed a mission, San Antonio de Valero, to convert, educate, and serve as the economic core for the settlement. In 1731, Spain sent settlers from the Canary Islands to further establish their colonial presence and over the next few years, built four more missions along the river. A lack of military support and raids by neighboring Comanche and Apaches weakened Spain's control of the original mission and, in 1794, Mission San Antonia de Valero was secularized and became a Spanish military installation . . . a little place people like to call The Alamo.
You might remember The Alamo from its leading roll in the critically acclaimed performance of the Texas Revolution. It was not but 170 years ago (1836), that 189 Texas fighters (wait, we had war planes in 1836?) held off Antonia Lopez de Santa Anna and his 4,000-plus lackies for 13 days. Most famous among them was, of course, Davy Crockett, a great American folk hero and the owner of a very fancy Double Tree resort and vineyard in Santa Barbara, California where my sister and brother-in-law held their wedding reception. He has aged quite well for having been born sometime around 1786 and does not show much evidence of "dying" at the Battle of the Alamo.
When packing for your trip, do not forget to pack your shorts and, if you are not cool enough to live in Southern California, your sunscreen. The average daily temperature for San Antonio in April is 80 degrees. The record high in April was 101 degrees, set back in 1996. As for that sunscreen, I would not be expecting much rain. San Antonio averages only 2.6 inches of rain during the month of April.
For all of you Bruin fans looking for something to do on Sunday between UCLA games (or if you're a Memphis fan waiting for an afternoon flight home), San Antonio's "Hot Spot" is the River Walk, which works its way through Downtown San Antonio and has many restaurants and bars for you to celebrate (or drown your sorrows) at. If drinking is not your thing (though, you probably don't read GameTime, TBD© then), there is also SeaWorld San Antonio, Six Flags Fiesta Texas, and the Fairmont Hotel (built in 1906, the Fairmont stands as one of the heaviest buildings ever moved intact . . . in 1985 it was moved over four days to its current location 3 blocks south of The Alamo for the bargain price of only $650k). Unfortunately, with the Final Four being played at the Alamodome, the San Antonio Spurs will be playing at the Portland Trail Blazers, so I am unable to list Evan Longoria (not to be mistaken with Tampa Bay Rays' prospect Eva Longoria) as a local attraction. If your name is Matt Leinart, and for some reason you are reading GameTime, TBD©, I would like to let you know that your local attractions are likely to be found at the University of Texas at San Antonio or Trinity University (and I hear that ITT Tech and University of Phoenix have some hot co-eds at their San Antonio campuses, so check them out too Matty).
If you are lucky, maybe you will be able to spot one of San Antonio's finest (Henry Cisneros, Alberto Gonzalez, Oliver North, and Tommy Lee Jones), or their FINEST (Lara Flynn Boyle . . . oh wait, it turns out she's just married to some San Antonio businessman . . . but I feel like that's enough, don't you?), at the Final Four. I mean, it is not very likely that they will just give up their seats to you and you will end up in a picture in Sports Illustrated, but you never know (right Jimbo?).
So there you have it; everything you need to know about the great city of San Antonio. Well, actually, I cannot say I have ever actually been to San Antonio, but it seems great. Mostly I am just hoping that everyone gets to see the Bruins play twice in San Antonio. Thankfully Florida is not around this year, but my friends all say that if John Calipari were smart (which, thankfully, he's not), he would pay for Joakim Noah, Al Horford, Corey Brewer, and Taurean Green to come sit courtside during the UCLA/Memphis game on Saturday (tip off at 6:07 EST). You can rest assured that I will securely glued to my couch by then with all throwable objects moved a safe distance away.
I hope all you travelers have a safe and fun trip to San Antonio, regardless of which team you are rooting for. But if you are not having a good time, do not bother me, I will be busy celebrating the UCLA Bruins' 12th National Championship.
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