NORMAN — God bless the Sooners, and how is everybody?
Wait a minute. Why the heck would I ask you that? You’re reading this. You can’t answer me.
Well, you could. Quick, everyone pick up a pencil, pen, computer, Blackberry, iPad or whatever and write me at sswan@normantranscript.com and tell me how you are doing.
Do this now. I’ll wait.
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OK, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get down to business. I typically work on the sports desk (represent), but since our dear newsies Linda Henley and Jamie Carrick are off tonight, It’s my job to inform you all about the goings on in Norman and elsewhere.
That’s right. The responsibility of making sure you know stuff falls squarely on my shoulders.
But not at the moment. You see, since I’ve been ripped from my comfort zone, I’m going to use this space to talk about sports and do something an editor never gets to do: Tell you what I really think.
LeBron doesn’t love you anymore
Let’s take a look at the man’s decision-making skills. Option A: Live in Miami. Option B: Live in Cleveland. Shockingly, LeBron chose Option A. This comes seven years after he — in the face of harsh criticism from people who will never make as much money in their whole lives as he makes in 5 minutes — decided to forego college in favor of going pro at 18.
Can we get this man a MacArthur genius grant? Because he’s clearly got it figured out.
Then, of course, there’s the poor, poor sports fans of Cleveland, who can currently be found crying themselves a new river while buring their faces in a pints of Häagen-Dazs and wondering if LeBron ever really loved them (he didn’t).
I wonder when they’ll start calling him just to hang up.
Baseball
Baseball is stupid. That is all.
Put this on a Post-It note, America
I find it hilarious that the team we sent to the World Cup this year was deemed the best soccer team we’ve ever put together. And we still lost in the Round of 16 Someone clearly forgot to remind us that we suck at soccer. Well, the men do, anyway.
Baseball
No, really. Baseball is stupid. This is not a discussion.
Tennis, however, is awesome
I have nothing to say about tennis, really. I just feel like lamenting that I don’t get to see any good tennis until the end of August. That’s when Rafa Nadal is going to stomp his way into New York like some kind of sexy, Spanish King Kong, slap Roger Federer like a little girl and makes off with the U.S. Open trophy.
That’s it for this month, folks. The crossword is on page B5. Go nuts.
Stacy Swan 366-3531 sswan@normantranscript.com
