When certain people hear “The Game” they conjure up images of the early nineties Michael Douglas star vehicle directed by David Fincher. Others recall the name of a semi-popular Rapper. Or they remember the stupid mind game relentlessly pursued by knuckle-dragging pedants at my alma mater. Then there’s the Queen album, featuring among other hits, “Another one bites the dust,” a song that most fans committed to memory after listening to just once.
However, when I hear “The Game,” I think of recently departed Ken Dryden. The book recounts the Montreal Canadiens late 70s dynasty. An athlete writing a book is not noteworthy alone. An athlete reading a book could be. Lenny Dykstra famously claimed to have read his first in the joint…several years after writing one. Enjoying Dryden’s work doesn’t require an unhealthy attachment to pucks, a biting connection to ice or an aversion to dental work.
Sour Cream and Punishment
Much like Marshall McLuhan, Winnie Greco understands that the medium is indeed the message; in this case a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips.
Tennis Faux
The US Open is finally over. A tragic time for Queens drivers racing to Flushing Marina, marveling at the rusted Unisphere or planning on a lazy day of viewing planes at LGA from the aptly named, Planeview Park.
Buon Giorno, Walls
Before you toss a plate of cooked pasta against a nearby wall, here are a few things you should know.
From the Archives: In honor of the late Giorgio Armani, here’s the opposite of everything he stood for.