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Sunday, June 16, 2013

BIG NEWS

By now the Justice Building Football Suicide League is a tradition.   Last year saw a record number of players complete for a title so prized, the mere thought of possessing it is enough to make contestants pour over football schedules for months in advance, searching for the slightest edge. 

Now: BIG NEWS. 

You've talked about it for years. The mere possibility that such a thing would exist has sent football loving blog readers into a frenzy.  The possibility has now become a reality. 

We are ready to announce, in addition to the beloved suicide pool......

Wait. 
We almost forgot. 

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY. 

To all our readers who balance a legal career with the most important job in their life: being a dad, today we salute you. 

It's your job to take your son or daughter fishing.  Show them how to bait a hook, and teach them about catch and release. It's your job to oil their first baseball mitt, and to put an arm around them when they strike out to end the game. It's your job to buy them those comic books you read when you were a kid; to sneak them out of the house for an ice cream sundae before dinner, and to talk them about putting down the Ipad, turning off the TV  and reading a book at night. 

For the ten thousand and one things you will do to make a difference in your child's life: from going to the pharmacy at 3am to buy some more cough medicine, to driving their pals to and from the movies, with a stop at McDonalds on the way home, to the countless times you re-arranged your work schedule so you get to the baseball field or basketball court to coach the team, this is your day. 

Enjoy it. 
Happy Father's Day. 

Our pick to win the US Open? Charl Schwartzel. Who are we rooting for? Our favourite golfer since the Golden Bear. Lefty. Phil Mickelson. 

Oh, as to that big announcement? It can wait. Can't overshadow Father's Day you know. 

19 comments:

Anonymous said...

Rumpole- Steve Stricker is the man. He is the best ball striker on the tour. Tiger seeks him out for putting lessons. He is just a few off the lead, and he is ready for his first major.

Cookin said...

Rumpole- I heard it's a bog tradition that you will answer any question (within reason). So here goes- settle an argument- my GF and I are both cooks and I say salted water reaches a boiling point slower and she says nonsense. Will you help?

Anonymous said...

I'll take the dolphins in the opener in the pool. D.

Rumpole said...

Stricker is as sentimental a choice as Lefty. And he is putting great this week. He has cut back his tour schedule to 11 a year to spend more time with his teenage daughters. He is a great family man and has the dreaded BPNTAM title (best player never to win a major).
It would be great to see him win.

10:15 am-
Simple answer- salt water boils slower.
How much slower?
For saltwater, the boiling point is raised, and the melting point is lowered. By how much depends on how much salt there is. The boiling point is raised by 0.5 degrees Celsius for water with 29.2 grams of salt dissolved in each kg of water.

Anonymous said...

I was out last night clubbing when my phone exploded with texts about Junilio- the super hot cuban chef just off the boat from cuba who sets up shop for just a few hours a week. Sometimes in the kitchen of a closed restaurant. Last night it was in a cafe of a non-descript italian joint in mid beach. We got there at midnight and the line was out the door. We were seated an hour later, but treated to shots of home brewed beer, tostones soaked in home brewed vodka and fried in coconut oil from cuba. For dinner I had sea urchin harvested in cuba stuffed with foie gras, a grass fed tbone soaked in truffle oil and flash fried, and fried flying fish roe coated in organic corn flower and safflower petals. Amazing. Dessert was a coconut flan with 100 yr old cognac. Dropped 500 for 2 but an amazing meal.

Anonymous said...

Sea urchin stuffed with foie gras? 100 year-old cognac? If true, enough to turn my stomach into blood plasma.

Anonymous said...

I see that Black is crowing about the number of so-called "super lawyers in his firm. Just keep buying the advertisements Roy and you get rewarded by that yellow rag with the term super lawyers. What a crock.

Anonymous said...

Fathers make the difference on a child's life. Fathers matter.

Thanks Rump.

Secret Judge said...

Dear Mr. Rumphole: Ben Hogan never lost a playoff at the U.S. Open to Sam Snead. Mr. Snead, unfortunately never won the United States Open championship despite having an illustrious career. Please correct your error. I do agree however, that Mr. Hogan was the greatest professional golfer of all time, but even he trails the greatest player of all time, an amateur named Bobby Jones

Rumpole said...

How could I be so dumb? What was I thinking of. Of course Hogan won.

Rumpole said...

n June of 1950 the greatest golfer who ever played- Ben Hogan- was 16 months removed from a head on collision between a car he was driving and a greyhound bus. Hogan had a shattered pelvis, a broken collar bone, a broken ankle, smashed ribs. The issue was not whether he would ever play golf again, the question was whether he would ever walk again.
16 months later, at the Merion Golf course that is this week again the site of the US Open, on the last day, Hogan was 1 off the lead, approaching the 16th tee. 16, 17, and 18, are three of the most challenging holes in golf.
On June 10, 1950, as Hogan, limping badly, approached the 16th tee, he turned to his caddie and said "I can't do it. I am in too much pain." Without a split second to think, his caddie replied "I don't work for quitters Mr Hogan." It was like a slap across the face and Hogan responded "all right then, lets do this."
After his tee shot at the 18th, Hogan pulled what would become the most famous golf club in history- as valued monetarily as the club Buzz Aldrin used on the moon- his one iron. The one iron is so hard to hit correctly that no pro uses it today. Lee Trevino once held it over his head while walking down a fairway in a lightening storm. When his partner asked what he was doing, Trevino responded that even the lord couldn't hit a one iron.

The 18th at Merion played 458 yards uphill. It was a par four and Hogan needed a par to make a playoff. After his tee shot, he had more than 200 yards left to the green, uphill, in the wind, and in pain. Hogan pulled out his one iron and hit probably the best one iron golf shot ever. The ball landed on the green, Hogan, two putted for a par. Hogan won the 18 hole playoff the next day by 4 strokes. Today a plaque sits on the fairway from where Hogan made his famous one iron shot.

Anonymous said...

I think the best thing about modern golf is listening to how many people shout "baba-boey" when the golfer swings. It's replaced "in the hole"

and as I was typing that Michelson just holed a wedge from 75 yds for an eagle on a par four to draw him back to even. What a golf shot that was!!!

Rumpole said...

Mickelson is a wizard with a wedge.

Anonymous said...

This is the first time in 40 years that I haven't told my dad happy Father's Day. Sad day today.

a real golf historian said...


Happy Fathers Day to you Rump and to all the fathers out there.

As for golf, though, you know not what you are taking about.

The most famous shot in a major golf championship does not belong to Hogan. His one iron was spectacular given his health and the conditions at the time.

Gene Sarazen, one the greatest golfers in history has the honor of the greatest shot in golf at a major.

In 1935, on the final day of the Masters, with leader Craig Wood in the clubhouse three strokes ahead of Sarazen, and the winners check already written to Wood, Sarazen had an albatross. He hit a 235 yard 4-wood on the par five 15th hole for his second shot and made a two on the hole. That's three under par for those of you counting at home and the rarest shot in golf.

The shot propelled Sarazen into a tie for the lead. He went on to win the Masters in a 36 hole playoff over Wood.

And as for the most famous one iron in history, that honor goes to the GREATEST GOLFER of all time, JACK NICKLAUS.

In the 1972 US Open, at Pebble Beach, under severe weather conditions, Nicklaus struck a one iron 218 yards on the par three number 17 on the final day of the Open Championship. He hit the ball three inches from the pin, birdied the hole and won the tournament.

Nicklaus went on to win 18 Major Championships and is the greatest golfer of all time.

Happy Fathers Day and GO HEAT

Anonymous said...

Not every father is worth celebrating. Some, like mine, are abusive. No Father's Day for me and I am just fine with that.

Anonymous said...

643.........Hang in there.

BTDT

Anonymous said...

Give me an S an H an U an M an I an E.
what do you got?

AN EMPY CHAIR AND DESK AT WORK.

Anonymous said...

1006 - that what I meant . Fathers matter . Either way they matter. Mothers are sanctified no matter how shitty they are . Fathers are held to a higher standard. A shitty mother gets a pass. A shitty father is blamed for an adult child's life time of anger and bitterness.

Btw . Have you ever tried to reach out and heal the relationship ? Maybe then you would truly be "just fine" even if rebuffed.