THERE ARE TIMES WHEN WE DON'T KNOW WHAT'S REAL, AND WHAT'S FROM THE ONION
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Man wearing trash bag as a disguise aggressively robs Salinas Jack-in-the-Box at gunpoint
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Woman kicked purse-snatcher in testicles, Volusia deputies say
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Now there’s a porn academic journal.
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Man asks bank teller to spank him
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Germany seizes cocaine-filled condoms sent to Vatican
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8 arrested with guns, drugs and an alligator
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Today I went to the same practice court where yesterday a large crowd waited in vain for Roger (Roger!) Federer, and there was another large crowd waiting, this one for Novak Djokovic (pronounced "Novak Djokovic"). There was a guy on the court, but it wasn't Djokovic; it was this guy skipping rope.
He also did some stretching exercises. This one is for professionals only.
I'm not sure why he felt the need to warm up; the temperature was 18,000 degrees. Random spectators were bursting into flames. We stood around perspiring for quite a while, and I was beginning to think that "Novak Djokovic" was an imaginary character you never actually see, like the Easter Bunny or Roger Federer. But then Djokovic actually appeared and commenced whacking the ball with the warmup guy, to the great excitement of those members of the crowd who had not expired.
Everybody took lots of pictures.
Tennis appears to be a sport where the fans don't need actual competition: They just want to see the stars. I think they'd have been happy if Novak just showed up and did some situps, or pruned a hedge, or repaired a washing machine. Which for the record would still be more exciting than golf.
To mark the 50th anniversary of "It's A Small World," Disney is planning a global sing-along.
(Thanks to Rich, and John Regan)
He messed with the wrong male strippers.
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Beer taps installed in Colorado governor's mansion
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Elephants on the run in Missouri after escape from circus
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Chicken 'Embryo' In Campbell's Soup Probably Just Regular Dead Chicken
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Today I went to the Sony Open tennis tournament on Key Biscayne, because (a) it's a great way to spend the day, and (b) it's basically the only chance I have to see Mrs. Blog, who's the Miami Herald's tennis writer. Here's the stadium court, starting to fill up for the day. If you look closely, you can see two people in shorts whacking the ball back and forth, which is the very essence of tennis.
As you can probably tell by viewing this photo with a microscope, the particular match was between "Stanislas" (on the left) (or the right) and "Warwinka." The final score was approximately 6-9, 7-16, $43.57, 3.14159265359 (I do not totally understand tennis scoring).
But a lot of the action is on the outskirts of the tournament. Mrs. Blog and I wandered over to one of the practice courts, where we encountered a large crowd that was convinced Roger Federer (Roger Federer!) was going to come there to practice. This rumor -- Roger is coming! -- circulated constantly, drawing more and more people; the crowd filled the grandstands and crowded along the fence clutching cameras, giant tennis balls and Sharpies, hoping an autograph from Roger. (Roger!)
Mrs. Blog and I stood there for 40 minutes waiting for Roger, and despite the heat and humidity and occasional wafting b.o. fumes it was totally worth the wait, because finally, some people came around the corner, and sure enough, none of them was Roger. (Roger!)
These people went on to the court and commenced whacking the ball. Meanwhile the crowd, sensing that Roger (Roger!) was not coming, streamed out.
We wandered over to another court, where a player named Marcos Baghdatis had just finished practicing and was signing autographs for fans, of whom there were not that many because, for all his talent, he is not Roger (Roger!).
There are many things to do here aside from watch tennis. You can eat and drink, for example.
Also you can shop and visit booths providing information on various things such as Thailand.
To be honest, I don't know why Thailand set up a booth here. Maybe they heard Roger (Roger!) was in the area.
I did see a couple of disturbing things at the Sony Open. For one thing, there appears to be rampant gender discrimination.
I think the politically correct term is "Persons of Ball."
Also apparently the Russians have invaded Key Biscayne.
But other than that, it's a wonderful event. (Roger!)
UPDATE:
After I wrote this report, we encountered some fans wearing the Miami version of sensible footwear:
After I left, Mrs. Blog was walking back to the media center. As she passed the player parking lot, she saw a small knot of very excited fans. Guess who was there, graciously posing for selfies:
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U.S.-Grown Phallic Mollusk Banned In China
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Senior Food Fight Lands Early Bird Diner In Jail
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Sitting around really DOES give you a fat behind
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Titanium golf clubs linked to fires at Calif. golf courses
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Lehigh County man delivers big bag of dog poop to officials at municipal meeting
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Honey Boo Boo eats cheese straight from the can
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Nice big happy crowd last night at the Louisville Public Library. Thanks to everybody who came to that event, and all the other events dating back to when this book tour started during the French and Indian War. I'm heading home to Miami today and will resume regular blogging tomorrow. If "regular" is the word I am looking for.
Planet Fitness: No fit people allowed.
(Thanks to Stephen Stockum)
They say they've compiled a list of the 101 most insane things that have ever happened in Florida.
(Thanks to everyone)
We wonder when they started.
Tonight at 7 I'll be at the Louisville Public Library talking about You Can Date Boys When You're Forty. There will be a 5,000-gallon vat of mint julep.
Last night I had a nice event at Maryville University; thanks to all who came out. Afterward I had dinner with fellow author C.J. "Chuck" Box, a fine author who's touring for his new book, Stone Cold. Chuck is a western individual who wears an actual cowboy hat, which is how I was able to locate him in the restaurant. Here we are after a few beverages, preparing to ride out of the hotel onto the range to wrangle some heifers.
I'm doing an event tonight for Left Bank Books at the Maryville University Auditorium. The people of Missouri seem friendly and outgoing.
Beloved Armstrong Hotel cat stolen during St. Pat's festivities
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I'm heading to Houston today for a 6 p.m. Brazos Bookstore event at the Main Street Theater. Thanks to all the nice people who came to last night's event at the Dallas Museum of Art, which is so arty that it even has artistic floor numbers in the parking garage.
That's me on the left.
One thing I am learning, traveling around this great land of ours, is that many people start celebrating St. Patrick's Day before it is actually St. Patrick's Day. Some of the people in my Dallas hotel apparently started in January.
Tonight at 7:30 p.m. I'll be at the Dallas Museum of Art, where I will be posing naked talking about You Can Date Boys When You're Forty.
Had a great time last night in Petaluma Petaluma Petaluma. Thanks to all the drunk enthusiastic folks who came out.
Here's a very special way to tell Mom you're thinking about her.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
From 9 to 9:45 a.m. Pacific I'll be doing a chat for Parade Magazine (#ParadeChats) about You Can Date Boys When You're Forty.
Also at noon I'll be doing a luncheon (with my brother Sam) at Book Passage in Corte Madera, and at 8 p.m. I'll be doing an event for Copperfield's at the Mystic Theatre in Petaluma, which is fun to say, Petaluma Petaluma Petaluma.
Thanks to all who came out to see me in Oakland last night.
(Thanks to Ralph K. and Ryan Jentzsch, who must be REALLY bored)
Related story, thanks to Unholy Slacker
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We saw them open for U2.
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