Showing posts from May, 2018

An extinguished flame

The beacon of light has been extinguished.
For centuries, the prospect of living in the United States for immigrants and asylum seekers leaving their own countries, whether they were seeking to leave horrible living conditions or simply seeking better lives, was exciting. This country was a land of promise. This country was a place of opportunity and excitement, a land to lay down roots and find a future for them and likely their family.
That is no longer a given, thanks to the people currently in charge. Led by the stain on humanity who currently serves as our "president" and groups of agents who are mindlessly following orders, perhaps even injecting their lack of care for human rights in as well, the United States has turned into a hate-filled mockery of what it once was.
Children being ripped away from families. Families who have arrived at the gates of our country in hopes of getting away from regimes who treat their people as less-than-human. On top of that, the peopl…

Cheers: A look back on a meaningful television show

Last week, in an effort to capture a look back at television in the 1990's, I wrote of the 20th-anniversary of the final episode of Seinfeld.
Turns out this week, 25 years have passed since the finale of Cheers.
Cheers ran for 275 episodes and 11 seasons. Much like Seinfeld, Cheers was another show NBC had to endure weak early ratings for to build a juggernaut. And Cheers was also still at the top of its game, drawing 26 million weekly viewers when it went off the air.
By time this show was finishing up its fantastic run, I was finishing up my eighth grade year. I wasn't as much into television and movies at that time as I was into sports, writing fantasy stories, and hanging out with friends, (all while prepping to start at a new school away from many of these friends in the coming months and attempting to come to terms with a sick grandfather).
Thinking back, I wonder if my love of Boston sports teams coincided with my love of Cheers. Sam Malone (Ted Danson) was a former Red…

The Seinfeld finale: 20 years later

Jerry. George. Elaine. Kramer.
The four character names are etched into the echelon of television history. For nine seasons and 173 episodes, the people of Seinfeldwinked, close-talked, and "hellllooo"-ed their way into the lives of millions on a weekly basis.

Twenty years ago, they said good-bye with a much hyped series finale.
I was a year removed from high school, a late teen who was on the search for what I wanted to do with my life (and still might be). Seinfeld had dominated much of my television watching the previous few years and even more so at that point in my life, when I had a lot more free time on my hand than I ever had before.
NBC, with the likes of Seinfeld, Friends, and ER, dominating the television-watching landscape. For the first time in years, though, NBC was preparing to send one of its juggernauts off the air.
Hype around the finale was monumental. It was often unheard of -- and still is to this day -- for a show to go off the air, outside of cancella…

Roman Reigns: The man in need of a plan

The Big Dog's yard has become quite small over the past few months.
An unexpected loss at Wrestlemania. The same result with a convoluted finish at The Greatest Royal Rumble.
And now -- if the most recent Monday Night Raw is any indication -- an upcoming story with Jinder Mahal.
Talk about a backwards slide.
For a couple of years now, all indications pointed to the building of the Roman Empire. A quick rise through the company with The Shield, followed by a singles run pitting him against the top wrestlers in the company.
So much has been done in attempt to secure Roman as the company's top baby face. The backing of The Rock, a feud with John Cena in which the tide seemed to turn for Reigns, and so much more has been done to push Reigns to the top.
Even what could have been a strong push in a battle with Samoa Joe was halted because of the brand realignment (with Joe going to Smackdown).
Through all of that, Reigns now appears to be a man without a plan.

Suffering a loss at t…

The Art of Boiling Water

Heavy eyelids. The cellphone screen remained blank, outside of the usual icons. Time had changed, rolling over slowly minute to minute. There was nothing else. No notifications. No text messages. No phone calls. 
A watched pot never boils.
I first heard that in the summer of my twelfth year on a trip to my aunt's house. I stared out the window of her cozy kitchen, glancing over stacked dirty dishes and hovering flies, waiting for the arrival of my cousins. Once year there was visits with the cousins -- along with my aunts and uncles -- and the excitement brewed inside me.
The energy I carried was nervous bundle of anxiety. Why am I nervous? I'm the older cousin. I'm the cooler one who they look up to. 
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Years later. High school (or shortly after). I had stood right there in the parking lot when they were talking about going golfing or to a movie or simply cruising the strip. They said they'd call.
Had I made it all up in my head?  Had …