U.S. Open
It's strange to think that I've been blogging for more than a year, but I was watching the U.S. Open on television earlier this evening and remembered that I got to see a couple of matches in person last year, and blogged about it. Our budget is just as tight now as it was then, but this year we didn't luck into any free tickets, so we have to watch from within the confines of our living room. We were just now watching a match between Andre Agassi and Roger Federer (who we saw defeat James Blake last year) when a cloud dumped all its contents over the uncovered Arthur Ashe Stadium, so we're waiting through a delay right now.
Going to the tournament was a lot of fun, but not for the tennis. We have a better view of the action from our couch. The fun was the experience of doing something together. We may not tell our grandkids about the year we watched the U.S. Open on TV, but we're still spending time together, and it's still delightful.
Last week I wrote about the movie The Usual Suspects and stated that no one in the world shares my opinion. I was wrong. Check out Roger Ebert (his full review is here):
The story builds up to a blinding revelation, which shifts the nature of all that has gone before, and the surprise filled me not with delight but with the feeling that the writer, Christopher McQuarrie, and the director, Bryan Singer, would have been better off unraveling their carefully knit sleeve of fiction and just telling us a story about their characters - those that are real, in any event. I prefer to be amazed by motivation, not manipulation.
I've always respected Ebert's reviews even when I disagreed with them, but I never realized he was such a genius. Heh.
