The Font, The Tour, The Open, The Forehead: Midsummer’s Thursday Musings

What Da Font? I’ve been reading the Courier-Journal first thing in the morning since I was in the 5th grade.

Always the Sports Section first. Of course.

Dean Eagle. Earl Cox. Earl Ruby. Johnny Carrico. Dave Kindred. Pat Forde.

And the current crop of pros who give me my first dose of sports in the a.m. Eric Crawford. Rick Bozich. C.L. Brown.

Despite the reality that editing at the C-J has become sophomoric way too often. Plus those vexing typos. And that on too many mornings there’s not enough of the print edition to line a bird cage, I know these reporters and columnists to be diligent, dedicated and professional. It makes me sad to see the inexorable, inevitable decline of print journalism.

And I mention this because of a change this morning to the C-J’s sports page. The fonts are different.

It’s neither a good nor a bad thing. Just different.

I pray it’s not the harbinger of further decimation.

Red, White and Blue beats Rouge, Blanc et Bleu. After they ran the Americans up one side of the field and down the other, after making Hope Solo think she was playing dodge ball, but still losing the World Cup semis, those French futballers must have looked at each other and wondered, “La vache sainte, ce qui s’est produite?” (“Holy Cow, what happened?” Thank you Babelfish.)

Let’s face facts, America’s new darlings — Abby Wambach, Megan Rapinoe, Ms. Solo and teammates — played on their heels most all of yesterday. After they scored early, they spent the next 70 minutes runnning backwards, apologizing to Solo for allowing so many shots on goal and failing to generate a scintilla of offense.

When France scored to tie the game it was no surprise. They’d been attacking with fury over the whole pitch all day.

Then Ms. Wambach’s noggin saved the day again. Lauren Cheney delivered a precise set up on a corner and the most famous forehead in the land directed the ball into the net for the game winner.

The Americans best be prepared for Japan. The Asian girls have oh so quietly slipped into the final with wins over Germany and Sweden.

All of which begs the question: Why in hell would you name your town Moenchengladbach? Really, why?

The Tour or The Open? I gotta tell ya, I’ve become fascinated with the Tour de France. It’s easily the most cockamamie of the world’s great sporting competitions. Fans in costumes running out on the road close enough to touch the bicyclists. Motorcycles and cars weaving in and out of the peloton and breakaways.

Wacky, I tell ya.

They’ve reached the Pyrenees, which makes it all that more interesting. How the teams work together, the strategy. Fascinating.

The Open? I’ll check out the leaderboard at Royal St. George’s during commercials. Or maybe just wait until Saturday to start paying attention.

What’s great is to be able to watch major sports events during coffee and cereal.

The Phenomenological Query du Jour. Which dispute would you like to see settled the most: 1) The NBA labor dispute, 2) The NFL labor dispute or 3) The Debt Limit Smackdown in Congress?

– Seedy K


  1. cbcard
    Posted July 14, 2011 at 6:32 pm | Permalink

    What truly drives me nuts is the hyphens separating a word from the end of one line to the beginning of the next. The journalism rule was if you had to do it, you could only separate the word by syllables. Now we get hyphens anywhere the CJ wants and most of them violate the rule.

    And as for Moenchengladbach. I did some research and it appears it’s German for “Go Cards” so I’m not complaining.

    And I would vote for congress settling the debt. That’s more important than the battle between millionaires and billionaires.

  2. fred
    Posted July 15, 2011 at 7:22 pm | Permalink

    I give the CJ maybe three years, five tops.

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