Monthly Archives: January 2013

Soccer’s fat cows


Last week, California Gov. Jerry Brown gave the State of the State address. He’s been known to be cerebral, philosophical and funny (septuagenarian humor). His speech made allusions to biblical stories, philosophers of yore and even the Little Engine that Could.

It is in this same vein, that I borrow from Jerry Brown, who borrowed from Genesis:

Pharaoh once dreamed a dream of seven glorious, fat-bottomed cows that walked out of the Nile. They were followed by seven sickly, bony cows. Then, the latter ate the former. Joseph interpreted the dream to mean that seven years of plenty would be followed by seven of famine.

And that, in a nutshell, is how I feel about soccer.

Didn’t see that coming, did you? Did you???

Actually, my feelings are flipped. I feel like I went through a severe drought of games. And, now I’m drowning in television recordings and internet streaming.

Case in point, tomorrow my beloved TRI returns to play Denmark in the evening. But earlier in the day, I’ll be working whilst watching the Real Madrid – Barcelona clásico online.

My seven fat cow days/months are upon us. That means more to watch and definitely more to write home to mom about. Be back soon!

For your information: 
Real Madrid v. Barcelona 12 p.m. PST, Bernabeu

Mexico v. Denmark 7 p.m. PST, Arizona (ESPN, UNIVISION)




Makes zero sense. I can see that now.


I think it’s about time I pull out the Roger Murtaugh card.

I’m getting way too old to run a half marathon without training.

That seems superfluous, right? Regardless of age, people shouldn’t run 13.1 miles without proper training.

Well, it doesn’t go without saying in my universe. Until very recently I didn’t pay too much mind to this so-called concept of doing mini-runs to build stamina and endurance come race day. Explosive performance. Who needs it? Personal best. A tad needy, no? Quick recovery. Why hide the war wounds?

With a complete straight face, I say that my lack of training stems from my belief in being super awesome. I’ve written before how running marathons and logging those miles warps your sense of judgement for other races. I’m stuck in a marathon frame-of-mind … despite having dealt with injuries.

To kick off 2013, I signed up for the Los Angeles New Year’s Race, a nighttime venture that took you through downtown, Elysian Park, Chinatown and ended near LA Live.

I started training four weeks before the race. I stopped training three weeks before the race.

I trained for a whopping ONE WEEK. I showed up at the start line cold, out of practice and taped up.

Result? Pain. Stiffness. Tons of walking. And a crude reality check.

PHOTO: Race promo running past The Times building. From


My Resoluteness


I’ve had the same goal for three  years — run 500 miles in a calendar year. I’ve been thwarted just as many times.

In early December, I was training for a half marathon. I ran 6.5 miles without incident. It wasn’t until the next day, while walking, that I got an awful, piercing pain in my foot. A week later it hadn’t gone away. A walk through San Francisco floored me. I assumed a stress fracture. But, then, I settled on plantar fasciitis. Ice. KT tape. New shoes.

Resolution failure.

This 2013 will be different. So different that I’m renaming it. A quick thesaurus search came up with some options. Aim? Too weak sauce. Intention? A  built-in escape hatch. I had good intentions, but … Promise? I promise to run … (so ludicrous I can’t even finish)

Resoluteness, though, that’s different. This is my style of word — heady, heavy, purposeful, determined … gravitas.

This is my e-oath to go ahead and rock this thing.