When I was 21, I went on a date to go see M Night Shymalan’s “The Village.” I had low expectations after “Unbreakable” and Mel Gibson’s performance in “To Hell With My Daughter and the Jews Signs.” Still, I came in with hope, that maybe, just maybe, one of the biggest releases of the summer would actually live up to the hype. Five minutes into the movie I told the girl I was with that not only were they in a secluded village from the modern world, but they would need to contact the modern world for help to save them. Not only was I right, but the ride to the end was boring, I wanted my money back for being able to know what was going to happen, and I had to deal with crappy acting along the way. Welcome to sports in the summer of 2010.
Coming into this summer I expected a few things: Tiger Woods to fail on an epic level that even a year ago never seemed possible, the NBA landscape to face a massive power shift, and the Yankees to pay their way to another boring first place finish. (Side note: don’t even say that you didn’t see that prostitution case with Lawrence Taylor coming, the man’s got more powder on his face than the Pillsbury Doughboy.) Well and basically, I called it, and it was a boring ride to the finish. Continue reading Eat My Sports: The summer of sports that wasn’t