We built this beautiful new stadium and no one shows up!
That is what the folks in Shanghai have been saying this week. It has not been a good first year for the brand spanking new Qi Zhong Stadium. The stadium is supposed to resemble a magnolia blossom... and even cooler yet, the roof is retractable!
But the stadium is probably the biggest attraction at this year's Tennis Masters Cup - the big year-ending event on the professional men's tennis tour.
The event is supposed to feature the Top 8 players of the year in a round-robin event. Astonishingly enough, 3 of those 8 either did not make over to China due to injury/personal reasons and 2 more withdrew prior to or shortly after their first match. The ATP Tour is having a hard time explaining this to tournament officials... calling it a "perfect storm" and promising there will likely not be a repeat any time soon.
I am guessing those who do not follow tennis likely are more familiar with the players NOT playing... Rafael Nadal, Andy Roddick, Lleyton Hewitt, Andre Agassi, and Marat Safin... than those who ARE on the court. So the Cup is pretty much just left with #1 Roger Federer, who has been a bit hobbled with an ankle injury of his own. Heck, even as a pretty rabid tennis fan, I am finding it hard to muster up some enthusiam over a Nikolay Davydenko vs. Mariano Puerta match!
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What exactly did Jennifer Aniston do to be named "Woman of the Year"? Well, except to agree to be photographed on the cover of a men's magazine with half a breast exposed.
Despite being accused of some recent Jen bashing in my household, I really do like her just fine... she genuinely seems like a nice person and I do think she is quite a attractive. It is just every so often, I experience some "Jen fatigue." Like when news of the divorce from Brad Pitt hit... or during the never-ending "Friends is ending" media coverage... or when she got married to Brad Pitt... or when "the Rachel" hair-do was all the rage... but other than those times, I really don't mind her at all... seriously!
Now she has publicly handled the divorce with all the grace and dignity you can ask ... but I just tired of seeing her have to dance around the topic on every single talk show in the country (and also her new non-relationship with Vince Vaughn)... it is really no one's business, despite these talks shows trying to convince us otherwise.
But Woman of the Year? Now, I realizes this is not Time Magazine... so it is of no real consequence... more of a marketing ploy... but c'mon she got a divorce, made a movie (or two), and had to go on the press junket from hell... is this really an accomplishment? Now, Angelina Jolie wooing Pitt away from America's Sweetheart... now that's doing something!
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Note to future Survivors: You want to keep the annoying guy!
It was another classic Survivor repeat blunder on last night's show. With all the tribe shuffling, I have lost track of who was on what tribe... but going into the merge it was 6 vs. 4... the plan (as it always is) is for the 6 to get rid of 4 before turning on each other. But this never ends up happening... and "the plan" got thrown to the curb again last night.
Now I could certainly sympathize with the Survivors, we only saw part of Jamie's paranoic ramblings on last night's show and I was rolling my eyes and thinking to myself "shuuuut the ff&$#ck up" ... but this is the under-rated "survival" part of Survivor. Sure the elements, lack of food, physical contests, being away from your family are all tough... but keeping around a person you (and no one else!) can't stand ultimately ends up being the one challenge most Survivor contestants fail at.
I think anyone could have won in the finale over Jamie. Heck, even Lydia... who Probst just stopped short of calling a "capital-L" Loser during last night's challenges.
Now, we'll just see if the women are smart enough to take advantage of this abandonment of the 6 vs. 4 plan. The ladies now have a 4-3 advantage... pick off each of the guys.... barring an individual immunity the following week the original trio of Steph, Cindy and Lydia then knock out Danni... Steph and Cindy battle it out to take Lydia to the final and take the crown. Easy, huh? But we all know that is not going to happen... it never does!
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Finally (!!), Oprah's topic yesterday was When I Knew I Was Gay.
Well, actually the first half hour was devoted to that specific topic... with the remainder of the show focused on an 18 year old lesbian dealing with her mother's not-so wonderful reaction to her relationship with a 21 year old "I never was attracted to another woman before her" girlfriend (in the name of Anne Heche, run young girl run!)
So that got me thinking... when did I know? "Know" not being acceptance or action (that's a whole other post...or not!).
But one memory does stand out to me... and as embarrassing as it is, I guess I will fess up. One time when I was shopping for spiral-bound single-topic notebooks for the new school year, I remember being drawn to one featuring a shirtless Dirk Benedict of Battlestar Galatica... well, not he had a sweater with the sleeves thrown over his shoulders and tied together over his chest (quite the fashion statement, huh?). Not this picture here... which is really quite more gay than this particular notebook cover (don't you just love the unbuttoned denim shorts?). The funny thing is I don't even remember if I watched the show... but Dirk was pretty hunky at the time. So how old did that make me... well a quick check shows Battlestar aired in 1978... so that would have made me 10 or 11.
But I am sure I "knew" well before that... flipping through 70s pictures to find that Dirk picture stirred up some other memories. I seem to remember being a fan of Nancy Drew (played by future Dynasty star, Pamela Sue Martin), but having a pull towards the Hardy Boys (Shaun Cassidy and Parker Stevenson)... both of those were circa 1977... and I think I was even guilty of getting an issue of Tiger Beat (or two)... so gay, gay, gay, gay... I guess I should stop my mental teasing of Carson Kressley!
