Ever watch the ad with the guy who plays goofball agent Dornigan on NCIS? He's walking his dog in a park as the mutt sniffs for an appropriate spot do its business. Dornigan is musing aloud though about wi-fi hotspots and what they, coincidentally for the dog's benefit, smell like.
And mutters, "roast beef," before inviting the dog to go get lunch with him.
I'm not going to ask if you've ever smelled "old" roast beef. Won't go there.
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Tiger Woods is done. Sooo over. Can we get past him please and focus on, y'know, important stuff, like, Jerry Jones and the strippers? Strippers, huh? Isn't that where Tiger's problems began?
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Cannot wait for the Ryder Cup. Hope to see Rickie Fowler opposite Rory in singles on that Sunday for the Cup. Rickie has a superb record with him, head to head. Can he do it again? It won't be Tiger versus Rory. I hope not. U.S. Captain Tom Watson might as well put himself in, if that's the case.
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I never did get into "Modern Family" when it was first on. But now that it's in syndication on USA Network, I can't watch it often enough. Hysterical. So well written. Reminds me of the new year's resolution I never keep: return Sophia Vergara's phone calls.
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Will the Cleveland Browns kindly end the mystery and insert Johnny Football at quarterback already? While we're on the subject, watched "Draft Day" on a flight the other day. Short, sweet, put the NFL's underbelly on display, a world of cussing, disrespect, jealousy, envy, backstabbing, rumor-mongering and deceit.
And those are the good qualities. Great fun flick though. And you've got to love at the end how Kevin Costner as the GM of the Browns brings everything back around 180 and walks away a winner. How does he do it? I won't spoil that for you. But Jennifer Garner can play on my team anytime.
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