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Movie Filming At Water Wizz In Wareham

All sorts of celebrity sightings on the Cranberry Highway this week, as Adam Sandler and a cast of dozens film Grown-Ups at Water Wizz park in Wareham.

All of Wareham quivers at the star power. While I'm not camping out anywhere, my sources tell me that Salma Hayek, Adam Sandler, and Chris Rock stepped off set to sample the local culinary styles at the Taco Bell/KFC. They also arrived in force at the 99.

If Miss Hayek ate at KFC, this reporter has no idea (well.. maybe TWO ides) where she puts it. She weighs maybe 105 pounds. Another tale involves the Lobster Pot, and Mezza Luna should host one of them soon enough.

Not only does this influx of star power liven up a town normally viewed as the geographic armpit of Massachusetts, it provides a big fat hit to the local economy.  Whoever owns that otherwise vacant Staples lot is now collecting the cheese as dozens of movie set trucks park there (under 24 hour security).

We can neither confirm nor deny reports that Salma Hayek was seen leaving the Port 'o' Call with Duxbury celebrity and hip-hop mogul Stunning Stephen Bowden. We lean toward Deny.

The newly-opened-but-already-excellent Captain Al's Tiki Lounge was also rented for filming, with shooting taking place as we speak. My peeps tell me Al got 5 grand for use of his lot.

If you want to gawk, go to Water Wizz. They're still open, but certain sectors are off limits. If you want to stay dry, try eating at the neighboring Hong Kong Island.

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Ty Warren + Vineyard = Big Fish

Patriots Lineman Catches Mass State Record Fish

photo borrowed from boston.com

Usually, Patriots defensive lineman Ty Warren catches quarterbacks. There are several advantages to this. It pays better, there's no catch limit, and they tend to smell like Giselle Bunchden.

However, a man needs a little variety in his life. Henceforth, we bring you modern day Renaissance man Ty Warren. Already among a 300 person elite in his specialized field, Ty now grabs a fistful of rank in another realm: sportfishing.

Ty was out with Hairball Charters off of the Vineyard this weekend, and he hooked up with a 61.3 pound mahi-mahi, which is also known as a dolphin fish. This bodes very poorly for Ronnie Brown and Chad Pennington.

Ty now has a million dollar contract, three Super Bowl rings, and a state fishing record in perhaps the nation's most nautical state. Much like another famous Boston sports star/angler named Ted Williams, one sport just isn't enough for my man. He's richer than you are, too... and can most likely kick your ass, as well.

The best fishing story I know involves the Colonel, who cast a line off the seawall in Duxbury during a full moon tide. Leaving slack in the line, he then backed through our yard into our living room (which had sliding doors). As he watched the Patriots, his surfcaster started wobbling. He had a striper beached in no time, thus being the only person I know who has caught a fish from inside a house.

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Only Boring, Poorly Endowed White People And Non Celebrities Cross That Silly Bridge

Time for some just-over-the-bridge goodness....

2009 CAPE VERDEAN FESTIVAL

For all you Cabo Verdes out there, hustle on down to Onset for this year's Cape Verdean Festival. It's going on all day today (Saturday, August 8) down in what I suppose they call Onset Park.

The basic vibe here is island music, linguica vendor stands, a whole bunch of folk art, and a crowd that sort of starts out family and ends up in a genuine Heart Of Darkness scene once the sun dips behind the trees.

If you're reading this now, hurry down before all the goodies are gobbled. I went to the vendor who had Munculpa, which is a linguica, red beans, corn dumpling and pork chop soup. It ruled.

Tonight, I even saw an all Cape Verdean motorcycle gang, presumably leaving the festival. I wasn't the only one staring as they drove by (and waved... they seemed to be a very polite Cape Verdean motorcycle gang). "There's something you don't see every day," said the old salt who was parked next to me at the farmer's market.

No, I didn't have my camera. Yes, I suck.

FILM BEING SHOT IN WAREHAM

I've been snooping around and keeping my ear to the ground, and I know a little bit more about how Hollywood is coming to the Gateway.

As it turns out, part of the film Grown Ups is being filmed at Water Wizz in Wareham. Grown Ups is about a high school basketball team (Chris Rock, David Spade, Kevin James, Rob Schneider, and Adam Sandler) who reunite many years after the fact at the lake house where they celebrated oh so many years before.

As far as the plot goes... well, that doesn't look like the most intimidating basketball team, even in the suburbs. Sandler wrote the film, and it is being directed by Dennis Dugan. I'm thinking comedy. Salma Hayek and her mammoth chest also appear.

The stars will be rolling in Monday, and I may have to bring the zoom lens in case Salma Hayek is in the Water Park scene. Nice to see a huge boom of California money in the community, too. The weather sucked early this summer, so the Wizz can use the extra long green.

They do need extras, I'm told. I have no idea what the process is, though. I also know that none of the stars are staying on the Cape... anyone with any clout is staying up in Boston. There is a rumor that Sandler and Rock had dinner at the Lobster Pot tonight.

Most of it is being shot in Essex, but they seem to have a soft spot for Water Wizz in Wareham. There are a bunch of tents set up there, as well as at the former Staples location.

photo: www.boston.com

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Water Wizz Goes Hollywood.

The buzz around the Cranberry Highway this week concerns Water Wizz, the poorly-named waterslide park located in East Wareham. My sources (OK... the gas station attendant, but he somehow knows everything) tell me that Adam Sandler is using the water park to film part of a movie.

I have no idea if they need extras or anything, and what I know leads me to believe this is in no way affiliated with the ill-fated Plymouth Rock Studios project. Still.. not bad for a town in the sticks.

I can't imagine an entire film based on a B-grade amusement park... but I wouldn't have bought the pitch for Billy Madison either, so what the f*ck do I know?

Possible plots include:

- US Special Forces corner Osama bin Laden at what is literally the last place they were looking for him at, a waterslide in Wareham that provides the film with the setting for its' Bond-esque waterslide chase sequence.

- Sandler falls for a girl with Slipnslidephobia... a rare condition where the victim is able to obtain sexual climax only on a waterslide. The film actually involves Sandler (whose endurance in the film is said to be Navy SEAL-like) constructing a waterslide that runs from Wareham to Osterville, although it will all be done in Wareham with a bit of trick photography.

- A word-for-word remake of My Dinner With Andre, with the sole difference from the original being the picnic table setting at a waterpark and a Mossad commando raid at the end.

- Sandler takes his two daughters to the park, only to find it staffed with Russian teenagers who point to a big black guy with a broom whenever you ask them a question.

- Sandler is leaving his job at the waterslide park, when he, for reasons known only to him and his god, throws himself in front of the Onset Crime Watch car.

- Summer Catch II, with the protagonist being a waterslide attendant/knuckleball pitcher. There were a lot of unanswered questions at the end of Summer Catch I, if you ask this scribe.

The possibility also exists that some producer went looking for a site to film a Cape Cod section of a film, and Cape Code didn't look Cape Cod enough. This has happened more than once, the best and most recent example being the fictional town of Capeside on Dawson's Creek, which looked more like the North Carolina movie set it was than Cape Cod. Don't feel too badly...  Jaws was filmed on the Vineyard because Montauk didn't look Montauk enough. The pendulum swings both left and right.

ALSO...

The Onset Cape Verdean festival is:

Saturday August 8th
from 12pm- 6pm
Rain Date is Sunday August 9th .

Read all about it Here: http://www.ocvf.com/

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Happy Birthday, America!!

Party all you want... my man will be keeping an eye on things, and not much gets by a Sea Dog.

My Independence Day couldn't have been any more Americana- I went to visit a Russian tall ship. They were very hospitable, until I went all Bastille Day on that ass and lit off a few blogger-chasers on the deck.

Read all about it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kruzenshtern_(ship)

The Russian tall ship Krusomething was docked at the Mass Maritime Academy this weekend. You can still take a tour tomorrow (Sunday), from 12-5.

 Normally, the appearance of a huge non-US vessel in Massachusetts waters brings about a bit of alarm in the locals (Falmouth was shelled by the British, and a Russian landing on Cape Cod was the plot of The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming!!). This one, however, was nothing but fun.

Note the Russian flag flying there instead of the more menacing hammer 'n' sickle. Buzzards Bay insisted that they come correct when they stayed here.

Parking at the Academy is $5 a car, but the tours are free. The tours should be free, because everyone I asked a question of simply shrugged and made the international I Don't Understand face. They did this even after I waited until everyone else left and I let on that I, too, was European.

(stands for "wet paint")

This scene below was cool. I was probing around the ship, and randomly opened a hatch. I expected to see a boiler room or a loo. Instead...

Russian Jesus!

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The Wandering Jew Is Actually Sort Of Catholic

I'm in a bit of a funk.

I never was any good at baseball. This is mostly because my vision is too poor to pick up on the ball as it is being thrown to me... or, as I like to say, the ball is too small. I go EEEEEEKKKKKK a lot when someone throws a baseball to (at) me, just like a girl.

I also throw like one... and I'm one who has watched enough NFL to know that you want to throw off your front foot and have the ball pass as closely to your ear as possible. I just can't throw a ball. I also have a tendency to take the bat thingy and sort of swing it in a sort of up-to-down manner normally seen when one is trying to hit a pinata. Again... I know what a good swing looks like... I just can't do it, myself.

We're all good at something, and there is always something that we can't do. With me, it's baseball. I'm fairly at ease with it. Rarely are there baseball games organized among the girls in my neighborhood. I have the Colonel to take the kids out when they want to play a bit of Catch. In fact, if I were the one playing Catch with the kids, people would think that I'm either A) divorced or B) trying to emasculate my husband.

No need for that. So, basbeall and I took different paths on the forked tongue of life. I can still watch it. Hell.. I can't play football either, and i can watch like 15 hours of it on any given Sunday. I often do.

The reason I'm telling you this is because we have, just this week, seen the end of Winter Sports. Both hockey and basketball drew their last breaths of their respective seasons, and it is nothing but baseball until the Patriots start their preseason in late July. CCToday even has a competent baseball writer (The Ballyard). I don't really have that much to do at the moment.

May as well look at the national sports scene....

The fact that the Lakers won the NBA title so recently held by the Celtics galls me. I've never been a big Kobe Bryant fan. I feel he has his title because A) Boston's best player was injured, B) everyone else in the West is too old to hold up over 100 games, and C) the sad fact that Cleveland seems almost intent on surrounding Lebron James with 11 stiffs.

When I see people comparing Kobe to Jordan, I try to remember when Jordan A) folded up like a card table in the Finals like Kobe did last year or B) played a full veteran season for a team that ended up in the Lottery. No, kids... this is just a few steps above the proverbial Blind Squirrel.

One thing that haunts me a bit, and maybe not even for a good reason... LA improved greatly when Pau Gasol was acquired for basically nothing. Boston had similar parts to deal with before they made a title-clinching Garnett deal. As much as I enjoyed last year's title... would Boston have been better off in the long run with 10-15 years of Gasol and Al Jefferson (who was sent west in the KG deal)? We'll never know...

Still... LA has the title, and i'm grouchy about it. I'm not at all upset about Pittsburgh winning the Stanley Cup. They deserved it, and it was nice to see Hockeytown lose. Some dim part of me is glad that the Stanley Cup was won by a team in OUR conference, but I don't really give a damn, to be honest.

This is cool, though... check out this video of an amazing football toss at the Penguins championship parade:

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Something Fishy This Way Comes

As I watch the Colonel grab his Shakespeare and head off to the beach for what experience tells me will be a fruitless night of surfcasting, it dawned on me that this could be the last summer of free fishing. Next year, you will most likely need a license to fish these waters.

This isn't so bad on what I will refrain from calling the surface. We've needed licenses for freshwater fishing since God knows when, and it's not as if the Taliban took over or anything. Not even the wildest militia types have seen the need to kill ATF agents over their inability to get free pickerel from yonder fishin' hole. Shellfishing and Lobstering are also licensed, and no one has saw fit to dress up as Naragansetts and dump enough littlenecks into Boston Harbor to make a 100000000000000 gallon vat of clam chowda.

The freshwater fishing license fee does a lot of good for the fishes. It spawns a cottage industry of tax-funded folk who scout local lakes to make sure that you have your fishing license, based on the vicious circle of governement logic that brought you the RMV. The scratch collected from salt-water licensing does NOT go to the fisheries. It is instead sent to the Treasury, who will use it to kill Muslims and fund man-man marriages.

I'm no expert... tagging along with the Colonel on his fishing trips lost any appeal it held about 30 minutes into the first time I tried it. I don't like to go into boats, because they sink now and then. I'm even allergic to most seafood, although I do recognize and respect the culinary impact of le poisson.

My research tells me that this licensure is happening because NOAA flexed some muscle and got a national license movement going. This is called the Magnuson-Stevens Act, basically because the Blood From A Stone Act was used by the British during the immediate pre-Revolution era. The goal is to improve catch statistics, among other things.

If Massachusetts isn't playing nice by 2009 (a waiver extended this to 2010... you'd be paying right now if the federal government wanted to play hardball), the feds will impose their own licensing program that will most likely cut the State House out of the plundering.

Most of the cool kids (states with ocean borders) now have federal-standard-meeting licensure programs.. those states being Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, Delaware, North Carolina, California, Washington and Oregon.

New Englanders- who were ready to secede for financial reasons during the War of 1812- have stubbornly resisted the program. We live and die by our fishing. This paper is partially named after a fish. Gloucester fishermen have fed the nation for decades, and are the last barrier preventing Gloucester from being known as the Knocked Up 15 Year Old town. Samoset- who basically saved the Pilgrims- picked up his subsequently critical English from fishermen. Captain Ahab and Quint were just local boys chasing big fish.

If you tried to tell Captain Ahab that he needed to support the AIG bailout before he could grab himself a bluefish for supper, he would most likely have kicked you in the testicles with his petrified wooden leg... before turning you over to Queequeg for a good bit of South Seas-style sodomy. I wouldn't recommend taking this course of action with a Conservation officer, although I can see a few of them getting beaten down when they try to take the Other White Meat out of someone's Fishermen's Platter. If Conservation officers are one day armed, this may be the thing that spawned it.

More importantly, this law knocks away one of the last truly cost-free resources available to a regular guy. Yes, they have now found a way to tax the very fishes in the sea. You can almost see jogging falling out of fashion in fear of an impending Breath Tax.... which will eventually go to fund Dirty Coal's attempts to enrich .0000009% of America's population by sawing off mountaintops and poisoning Hatfield/McCoy drinking water.

Ever since wandering Mongolians populated our continent, you could generally grab a fish out of the ocean whenever you needed one. It's not like you're grabbing a future Nobel prize winner or anything... fish pretty much adhere to a strict eat/swim/fuck schedule that leaves little time to alternative pursuits.

Things done changed, though. The little man doesn't own the water. As near as I can tell, Nantucket Sound exists to either A) make cash for a windmill company or B) serve as a private sailing lake for the uberwealthy. I may be wrong, but I think that forces more powerful than Finance would get involved if I suddenly decided to build a house on giant stilts off of Hyannis Port.

The professional fishermen most likely won't care, although it may hamper/help charter guys in some manner that I can't think of right now. My guess is that the dominant emotion on this one down on the docks would be one of generally hating to see Washington sticking their landlubber noses into the salt water. The government has done so well regulating the fishing industry, you see...

A Few Fun Fishy Facts:

- The administrative fee will be in the $15-25 range, with most people I know seeing it rise substantially as the government looks for people to squeeze in the future.

- I have no idea if your North Carolina saltwater license will be good if your Mayberry ass is up here trying to fish during your Cape Cod vacation. I know that I had to buy New Hampshire freshwater licenses (from my teacher salary, 10 kids/$15 for one-day non-resident... grrr) when I took my students fishing in Canaan, NH.

- Here's the state's view...  Mass. Division of Marine Fisheries: Recreational Fishing - Salt Water Fishing Derby

- The Massachusetts record for the heaviest striped bass ever caught is 73 pounds. The world record is 78, from Jersey. Science says that they can grow to 100 pounds, and live to be 40 years old... especially if they swim near wherever the Colonel is fishing.

- 1600s Plymouth established a free school with money taken from the coastal bass industry.

- Striped Bass have gone through periods of both Plenty and Scarcity. No catches of striper were recorded in the Boston area for 30 years following 1897. They came back big in the 20s, and fell off again in the mid-70s. The stock had recovered by 1995.

- The voracious Bluefish is the only fish known to kill just for the sake of killing. They are also cannibalistic.

- A five foot pine Sacred Cod hangs in the Massachusetts State House, to remind legislators of the importance of the fishing industry. When it was stolen in 1933, the House of Representatives declared that they would not legislate without the cod being present. The Massachusetts Senate has a corresponding Holy Mackerel.

- Cape Cod was named by Bartholomew Gosnold, for the great abundance of fish found there. Martha's Vineyard is named after Gosnold's daughter.

- The heavy Portuguese presence in Massachusetts can be directly attributed to old-time immigrants flocking to a burgeoning fishing industry. Most current Portagees here now are descendants of these fishermen.

- Salted fish of the lowest sort from New England was a main food source of West Indies slaves.

- Two of the top five impact players of American literature (Moby Dick) and filmmaking (Jaws) involve Barnstable County residents who just won't give up on the damned fish.

Feel free to comment. I'm not the expert on this one. My role is to Inform as best I can, and to provide the forum for expression.

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New Cape Cod WEEI Outlet

I was pleased to come back home from Maine and find a clear WEEI radio outlet on Cape Cod. For all you tourists, you can get the Red Sox and the sports talk on 96.3 FM. If you want sports talk- but, for whatever reasons you may have, you don't want to listen to WEEI- on the upper Cape, try 1340 AM, which runs ESPN Radio out of New Bedford.

Even in this age of cable packages with like 25 sports channels on them, you can not overstate the value of turning on the radio in the car and hearing a nice hour of angry talk about the fifth starter on the Red Sox.

I also like WEEI because they are the radio home of Cedric Maxwell, who is my second favorite all-time Celtics announcer, after Johnny Most. I had a doll for much of the early 1980s that was named "Max" after him. The doll was a duck, but it didn't matter to me at the time.

Here's Cornbread on video:

Wareham Man In Crazy Crash!

Big ups to Stunning Steve at the Lukoil in Wareham, who forwards us this video of local (Wareham) drag racer Scott Filkins blowing a tire at 228 mph in a souped up, nitro-burning 2006 GTO. He then does a hard-core montage of twisted steel, deployed parachute, exploding tires and general mayhem that makes us all love NASCAR so much.

I added the link, because I've had some trouble linking non-YouTube videos.

  http://www.competitionplus.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=8040&Itemid=6

The Colonel and Stunning Steve can watch this stuff all night, although I get lost when they start getting specific. All of us watched the crash with a sense of joy because A) Scott was the one who gave us the link, and he was perfectly healthy because B) you can drive straight through Hell in a NASCAR and not get a scratch.

All cars should be designed like NASCARs, because there are fewer things we need more than the ability to drive 228 mph and suffer devastating crashes with impunity. "Impunity" = "$300,000," of course.

Speaking of crazy brushes with Death...

My friend Wade was reaching under a shed for something, when WHAMMMM... he comes out with a rattlesnake on his arm! The little f*cker had both fangs in him. He killed it by bashing it off a wall.

There was no question of it being a rattlesnake, as Wade is from Louisiana. The doctors didn't ascribe to that logic, so Wade produced the carcass and threw it on the emergency room desk. They were quick to provide the antidote after that.

I'd have nightmares for decades about such a thing, but Wade- as a Louisianan- couldn't give a sh*t. That's par for the course down there. "Sh*t, it was just a baby... maybe a foot and a half long."

Rattlesnakes are very, very rare in Massachusetts. They are generally only found in Blue Hills, although one or two seem to prefer bayfront living. Our local rattlesnake is the Northern Copperhead (youdontreallycare  whatthelatinnameis), which is one of the less poisonous of the Pit Vipers, but it can still f*ck you up something fierce.

I wish this guy got bitten:

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The Abyss Stares Also Into You

Not a lot of people know this, but on this very (yester)day in 1780, New England fell into a period of mid-day darkness. Long story short, it involved a forest fire in Ontario, a heavy fogbank, and low-hanging clouds. You needed a candle to read inside for a full day, even at noon.

Barnstable went totally dark at 2 PM, and remained so for like a full day or something. The moon that night was blood red. What people then called the Darkness stretched from New Jersey to Maine.

I'm not making this sh*t up... look:

New England's Dark Day - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Darkness was real then, more powerful than the very Sun itself. Those folks of the more apocalyptic bent saw this as a Biblical prophecy for the second coming of Mr. J.

"... the sun will be darkened, the moon will not give its light, the stars will fall from the sky..." (Matthew 24:29)

They proceeded to make a series of short-sighted real estate deals, which is how all those Jews got into places like Sharon.

New England recently suffered another bout of Darkness recently, as one long and terrible weekend saw:

- The Bruins get eliminated from the playoffs, on a sudden death 7th game overtime goal by the guy who sucker punched one of our boys in Game 5 and didn't get his ass kicked for it.

- The Celtics missed KG more than we feared, and were eliminated by an Orlando team that did all it could to hand the series to us.

- Big Papi really, really needs to get back on the Juice. I watched him strike out and pop out with the bases loaded in a soul-crushing 14 inning heartbreaker, and I almost had to stab someone. One gets the feeling that he's a Mitchell Report leak from a 50 game suspension that will almost be like a mercy killing.

My nanny had the sound of idea of having Papi intentionally suffer an injury that requires steroids as part of the rehabilitation process. My own feelings on the matter are that Papi will always be a hero of mine, and- if he can no longer hit 35 HRs a year- he should immediately be declared Mayor For Life in the city of Boston.

Anywho... from the moment the Celtics got snuffed in their own building Sunday night, New England entered into a period of Darkness. The next time I watch a non-baseball team sport, it'll be Autumn. I really wish that this were an Olympic year, but No.

That's a tough blow for me, as I've grown quite accustomed to our winter teams making deep playoff runs. Even the Bruins were getting into the act this year. Ever since that SOB from Kansas City caved in Brady's knee, my perfect little sports world has started to unravel. KG's season-ender took the life out of the Celtics, and the puck simply bounced the wrong way for the Bruins.

It just all happened so fast, in one long and terrible weekend. I'll be OK, but it'll take some time.

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Patriots, Red Sox, Celtics, Bruins, the whole nine yards...

All sorts of good stuff happening in the local Sports scene,
..and I have piles and piles of video to prove it.

 The Patriots left Draft Weekend with a bevy of players. For reasons that Only The Coach Need Know, he dropped out of the first round to gather second and third round picks. If he's trading a dollar for five quarters, all should be well. Dumping third rounders for second rounders next year is pure Belly Check Brilliance.

We ended up with several interesting prospects. Patrick Chung (who isn't Chinese, or at least Chinese-lookin') will attempt to fill a Rodney Harrison-sized hole at safety. Rookie cornerback Darius Butler will hopefully look as good in New England as he did at Connecticut... a statement which actually makes sense if you watch enough football.

Boston College's own Ron Brace is 330 pounds of Vin Wilfork Free Agency insurance, I have no idea who the second round Right Tackle guy is, and Brandon Tate was (good news) averaging 24 yards a catch in the ACC before he (bad news) tore what I believe was every ligament in his knee.

The Celtics/Bulls series (currently Boston, 3-2) has been four heart attacks and a laugher. Last night was no exception.

Chicago has a good young team. Gordon is an assassin. Rose is the Goodness. Noah plays like a man possessed. If they keep that team together and maybe fine-tune it a bit in the offseason, they should be a good team for a decade. Someone less optimistic might view them as "Ben Gordon has hit 10 circus shots in the last minute of like four games in this series, and they still lose more than they win," but we'll give them the benefit of the doubt for now.

As for this series... well, we outlasted them last night, and now they have to win two straight on us. I'm betting some fairly large currency against them being able to do so.

Looking beyond Chicago (a big mistake if you're playing, but I can do it all damned day to no ill effect), we're going to have an uphill battle. We have very limited Big Man capabilities with Kevin Garnett gone, and Orlando (should they get by Philly) has an absolute beast inside in that Dwight Howard kid.

That's also the good news, because the bad news is that the road to the title most certainly will go through Cleveland. This generally isn't the case, but you can almost smell a LeBron James/Kobe Bryant showdown in the Finals. LBJ seems to be having the sort of season where we may be seeing him ascend into Heaven afterwards, and that generally bodes poorly for teams that have to face such a guy in the playoffs. Like us.

That's all Then. As for Now, we're still the defending champs. We expect to be treated as such.

Here's one you don't see every day, kids....

Usually, we leave the baseball stuff to the baseball blogger, but I just had to post some video of Jacoby Ellsbury performing a straight steal of home plate. The Sox had won 11 in a row before last night, including a sweep of dose Damned Yankees.

Stealing home is very difficult to do, as the pitcher is throwing at 90 mph to an expert catcher/tagger-outer who happens to be right where you have to go. You can only do it if you're as quick as a hiccup, like ol' Mr. Ellsbury seems to be.

 Speaking of quick....

The Bruins swept the Canadiens, 4-0. While there were some good games (including a heart-stopping sequence where Les Habs hit the crossbar in a tie game, only to have us put the winning goal in on them like 30 seconds later), we generally spent most of the series Sonning them.

 I could speak at length on the matter, as I was a hockey cheerleader in high school (our principal activity was to Keep Warm), but we subscribe to the theory that the Action speaks louder than does the Word.... so the series was basically the equivalent of this fight:

 That's how we roll at Cape Cod Today. Good day, and Godspeed.

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