Following a rigorous day at the office where I covered an event at a local library attended by seven children, I hopped on 1-90 to Rochester to celebrate the end of 2016 with college roommates. Buckingham Palace, as we liked to call it, was the then home of Casandra and Rob in the pre-Ellie days. The destination took longer than expected as the snow around Syracuse tried its hardest to delay. Upon arrival that Friday night, a friend or two informed me of a magical item located several blocks away.
This year has been a banner one for movies. I ended up seeing 15 in theaters, and even though two weeks remain until 2018, I’m done with seeing new ones for this year. Visiting Rotten Tomatoes to forecast potential movie viewings remains something I do regularly. I try to avoid spoilers, and I also try to avoid assuming a movie’s going to be great based on popularity from a website. The assuming part can be difficult, however. This past week I saw Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri and The Disaster Artist. Both movies I thoroughly enjoyed, but neither made this highly competitive list. Five favorites feels like the most appropriate number, given the amount I saw in theaters. Going to the movies has always been one of my favorite activities since I was younger.
Since Sunday night, viewing Nick Foles highlights has become a nightly tradition. Of course, it’s only the successful highlights worth watching. Foles threw 19 touchdown passes before he even threw an interception in 2013. Thinking back to those days with Foles as the de facto franchise quarterback, and it’s hard to believe that was only four years ago. It feels like an eternity considering the Eagles have started three quarterbacks since.
She didn’t grow up wanting to be addicted to heroin. She had self-esteem issues at an early age. She, like many young girls, began dating an older man. And he hit her, which caused more problems than one.
It feels like a long time ago that the 76ers were playing regular season basketball. After Joel Embiid went down for the season at the end of January, the 76ers still played some meaningful and competitive basketball, including wins over the Clippers and Celtics. Richaun Holmes flashed, Timothe Luwawu-Cabarrot had his moments and Dario Saric was the focal point of the offense. With the Philadelphia season set to begin Wednesday night, I decided I will write on this site regularly about most 76ers games I watch. There will be gifs, thoughts and just random observations.
He made his NBA debut almost a year ago. The atmosphere was electric. You could feel something special in the making. I was there with my cousins Mike and Pat. The game had everything. It was Russell Westbrook’s first game without Kevin Durant following a dramatic summer. It had a doctor flip off Westbrook with not just one, but two middle fingers. And then there was Joel Embiid.
Embiid, the bruising, enthralling seven-foot-two center from Africa, made a nifty turnaround jumper in Andre Roberson’s face for the first two points of his career. It didn’t matter the 76ers lost the game.
NBA Summer League’s product isn’t usually exciting. The quality of basketball looks like a bunch of non-NBA players trying to make an impression on NBA teams. That’s the nature of the league. NBA rookies and some second-year players, however, sometimes demonstrate why many expect them to eventual be superstar-type players. Jaylen Brown owned the first game against the 76ers Monday, prompting many to say he shouldn’t even play the remaining summer league games for the Celtics. Jayson Tatum flashed his scoring potential, particularly late, as Boston used a late surge to complete a comeback win. Tatum, the third pick in the 2017 draft, had the eventual game winner. The 76ers’ top pick, Markelle Fultz, was supposed to be a Celtic as last month’s draft approached. But Danny Ainge thought Tatum was the better prospect, trading picks and receiving a sweet future first via the 76ers. Monday’s game then wasn’t just Markelle’s first NBA-action it was his first opportunity to show Ainge he made a mistake.