This is the time of year for love and joy and peace on earth and, especially, goodwill to men, a gender I sometimes make fun of. But I’m not going to do that anymore, because I’m worried about men. That’s because I just read a very serious scientific study called “The Darwin Awards: Sex Differences in Idiotic Behaviour.” (It’s “behaviour” not “behavior” because the article appears in a British online publication, BMJ. When our forefathers departed England, they left their extra vowels behind so as not to have to pay steerage fees.) Read more »
Hey, what about this Pope Francis, huh? Not only did he kinda maybe open heaven’s gates to dogs; now he’s kicked open the doors to Havana. On Wednesday, after negotiations aided by His Holiness, President Obama announced he was ditching the “outdated approach” the U.S. has relied on for the past half century in dealing with Cuba (embargoes, boat people, not enough cigars) and restoring diplomatic ties. Among our region’s 10,000 Cubans, reaction has ranged from horror to happiness. Phillies fans, however, should feel nothing but unmitigated glee. Opening the pipeline to more players like Yasiel Puig, Jose Abreu, and Yasmany Tomas can only help this team.
So there was this little recap in the Daily News last week of a happy-sounding practice of the Los Angeles Lakers. Kobe Bryant, the pride of Lower Merion, attended the practice, which he doesn’t very often anymore because he’s 36 years old and has been playing pro basketball since he was 18, and his legs are kind of iffy anymore. His teammates must be really happy that his legs are bad, if all the practices he shows up for are going to be like this one. He spent it screaming at his teammates, belittling them, telling them they suck, and generally being the Worst Person in the World, in, of course, the guise of That One Guy Who Cares About This Team. Read more »
Last night the 116th annual dinner of the Pennsylvania Society — or, as the society’s website has it, The One Hundred Sixteenth Annual Dinner of The Pennsylvania Society — was held at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in New York City, and we weren’t among the muckety-mucks meeting in Manhattan for cocktails and comestibles.
UPDATE: The sad news came over the weekend that Shane Montgomery’s body had been found in the Schuylkill river.
ORIGINAL: “Saw your post check this out,” the email was headed, so of course I clicked — and found a link, and then this:
i’ve been following this for about 7 years now with the smiley face killers there is plenty on the internet but this is a start there was kid booth who was found in ridley and another Guevera who was found in a Wachtung NJ lake with the same MO
I used to work for the Trentonian I believe there to be some kind of religious connection and or a native american one as well with the name sinsinawa used often
And there I went, down the rabbit hole.
The post my emailer referred to was a short piece I’d written on the disappearance of Shane Montgomery, the West Chester University student who on Thanksgiving Eve vanished off the streets of Manayunk following an evening of drinking at Kildare’s Irish Pub. My interest in the case was personal — I have kids Shane’s age, and they’d been out drinking on Thanksgiving Eve — and professional: What journalist isn’t intrigued by a disappearance like that?
Shut up. Sure, it was ugly right from the start, when the teams lined up the wrong way. All those missed three-pointers. That second quarter! Again with the passes to the refs! But somehow they held it together, right up until the end. For almost a quarter of the Sixers’ roster — Nerlens Noel, K.J. McDaniels, Jerami Grant and JaKarr Sampson — it was the first NBA win they ever played in. And yeah, you don’t want to show it too much when you’re 1-and-17, but it felt good.
Plus they warded off that “All-Time Worst Start” tag. Whew.
Now get back to what you do best.