Monthly Archives: May 2008

After an entire season of leading, the right contestant won American Idol: Me. Oh, wait, I just meant the American Idol office pool, not the actual show. Gosh, I’d be much too scared to try out for the show…

David Cook and David Archuletta sang great tonight. The OneRepublic duet was a brilliant idea, but I’m not sure where they dug up ZZ Top AND Brian Adams AND George Michael AND Donna Summer AND Graham Nash AND Gladys Knight (though having Gladys on the show brought the Mormon count to at least three tonight).

Anyway, congrats Davids. You’re great singers and I probably won’t buy either of your albums.

I mean, jeez. 31 personal fouls called against the Jazz, 20 called against the Lakers. Granted, the Jazz are the most-fouling team in the NBA, but they were committing fouls tonight that they weren’t even in the vicinity of! (TV broadcasts won’t typically analyze foul calls with instant replays [the way football does], but TNT accidentally showed one of these…they showed the replay of Odom dunking untouched with Boozer two steps behind him, without realizing that a ghost foul had been called on Boozer). And then there’s Harpring’s non-foul on a hopeless fade-away jumper (whistled), while on the other side of the court Boozer’s trying to reach the rim with two forwards and a center hanging on him (no whistle, not ever). I noticed it especially every time the score was tied: the Jazz would toss it inside to Okur or Boozer for the easy 2, but they could never get a clean shot off or a get a foul call.

And then there was the Jazz’s first-half tactic to plant themselves to close up some lanes and draw some charges. But the charges were never called against the Lakers. Not once. The only charge I can remember was called on Milsap.

This blog (apparently not written by a Jazz fan) has the details on the crap foul calls just from the fourth quarter. There were lots. Anyway, that’s my venting for the evening.

Corinne and I totally scorched ourselves this morning on the beach…well, her nose and shoulders are a bit sunkist, and I’m about as burned as is humanly possible. So the question is: If I can’t get any MORE burned, I might as well go spend tomorrow on the beach, right?

We had a great time in Old San Juan today, checking out the castles and the really old buildings. I just uploaded a new batch of photos, including one of my gnarly sunburn and some cool ones of Old San Juan–check em out on Flickr.