Weekend Watching

I am staring at the screen, drawing a blank. It's not easy to draw a blank. You have to be careful you don't accidentally draw a blank's opposite an unblank. Once an unblank appears there is no telling what will follow because what follows is the telling. And now here's that.

Everything went dark a commercial or two before nine last night. We were waiting to see the 400 meter individual medley in which Michael Phelps was to swim up and down the Olympic pool while belting out hip hop favorites, but that didn't happen. Well, not for us anyway. We were, instead, stumbling about in octopus inky blackness trying to find matches for our candles. By the time power was restored we had all given up the ghost and were reading books in bed by flashlight. There was the usual rude awakening, of course, when the lights, TV, computer, printer, microwave and a couple of unknown presences - what the hell was that? - announced they had returned from the Land of Lost Juice, but when I staggered to the living room to turn off this and that, the Olympic pool had been drowned by Olympic commercials so I muttered an oath and returned to bed. I don't remember exactly which oath I muttered, but it ended with "brave, clean and reverent."

Yesterday was just not a good day for televised sports at Casa As Yet Unnamed But We Are Thinking Something With Dragons. (RTGFKAR has fashioned dragon images in concrete and is mounting them here and there outside the house. We are open to suggestions.) While The PGA golf tournament was being contested early in the day, our cable guy was installing our new satellite and we had no picture. When service was renewed, the tourney was washed out by rain. I'm rooting for Anthony Kim because I like people whose names can be juxtaposed. (I also like saying juxtaposed.) Woowoo Charly is backing her usual favorite Mill Ficklehead (Phil Mickleson), but she is also keeping an eye on Camilio Villegas because, she says, "he's hot", which is an acceptable reason to cheer for an athlete. (Think Natalie Gulbis, Danika Patrick and a couple of Russian tennis players whose names end in ova and I'm not talking Martina.)

It is raining as I write and looks as if it may continue for a goodly while. Maybe even a badly while. In either case, it is clearly a day that screams out for hours and hours of sports viewing from the couch, much like a day when the sun is shining or any day in any weather when good sports (defined as ones I like) are in fact on.
I'm hoping we don't lose power.