For an avid ocean-goer, or for me at least, there are few things more terrifying than the Discovery Channel’s “Shark Week.” There are, however, a couple of things that come close — the obviously inevitable “Zombie Apocalypse,” my ex-girlfriend getting a hold of my new phone number, somehow getting stuck in line at the bank behind Gary Busey… The list goes on.
My column didn’t run last week. I wrote it. I submitted it. I never saw it in print.
By now you may have heard of the “Skateboard Cop.” And before you make any assumptions on what that is if you have not heard of it, let me clarify — it is not the sequel to “Paul Blart: Mall Cop,” featuring a portly Kevin James, who needs to learn how to skateboard in order to save yet another mall from yet another absurd premise, solidifying my long-held theory that Adam Sandler isn’t even trying anymore and is, in fact, just messing with us now.
People are too easily offended these days. We live in a society that demands politically correct terminology, to the point where I don’t even know what the right term to call anyone is anymore. One term offends one person and a different term offends another. It’s exhausting — ridiculous, even — and it’s certainly other adjectives that further emphasize the point I’m trying to make.
I’ve spent the majority of my Fourth of Julys in Fenwick Island — usually working, sometimes lucky enough to get to the Fenwick Fourth of July party on my street before the fireworks go off or my Uncle Pat drinks the last beer.
I don’t get star-struck very easily — especially since getting into journalism. I’ve interviewed some of the best surfers and surf-film makers in the world and, yes, I would like to take this opportunity to name drop all of them — Craig Anderson before he had his own movie and signature board, Matt Meola after he won Taylor Steele’s first ever “Innersection” contest and Taylor Steele himself. This past winter, I got to interview WNBA star Ellena Delle Donne.
This may come as a shock to you, but there may be a few people out there that don’t like America. Not Central America. Not South America. And I doubt anyone legitimately hates Canada way up in North America, but I’m talking about the United States of America. Surely, geopolitics is to blame, but I have a feeling that making the Kardashians famous probably has something to do with it, as well.
As I noted last week, I wasn’t particularly thrilled with this year’s NBA finals matchup, based off the notion that the sequel is never quite as good as the original. However, the Spurs and the Heat showed us what a difference a year can make — not only in basketball but in sports in general and, really, in life.
Growing up surfing in Delaware and Maryland, I haven’t had many encounters with sharks — but that doesn’t mean I don't worry about them.
When I was interviewing for the sports reporter position at the Coastal Point last summer, I asked Editor Darin McCann what teams I would be covering for the upcoming fall season — Ravens? Eagles? Surely not the Redskins. Right?