I usually write my blogs about sports, which probably is less than a revelation since I make my living writing about sports. But after spending almost three hours Friday afternoon answering e-mail about a column I wrote in defense of former Carolina Panthers offensive coordinator Dan "Scapegoat" Henning, I’m sick of sports.
Let’s talk about television. The three best shows on TV are "Sopranos," "Entourage" and "Prison Break." I have to watch those. I like to watch "House," "My Name is Earl," "The Office" and "Las Vegas." I should watch "Boston Legal."
The top movies of all time are "Shane," "Cool Hand Luke," "The Hustler," "From Russia with Love" and "Casablanca." The first two never change. The others occasionally drop out of the top five. The best movie I saw last year was "Thank You for Smoking." "Babel" was intense, and "Little Miss Sunshine" was really well done.
The best college town is Athens, Ga. On the desk at which I’m writing this is an autographed picture of UGA VI. It’s not bragging if you can back it up. Also contending in the best college town category are Austin, Texas, and Tucson, Ariz.
Musicians whose work I have to buy: Robert Plant and U2. John Mayer is a musician whose work I will buy. I had no idea how good he was until I bought his last CD.
Charlotte bands I most want to hear: The Spongetones and The Sammies.
The country I hope to see this year is Turkey.
The trip I hope to make is the blues highway in Mississippi. Leave Memphis, Tenn., and head down to Clarksdale, Miss., stop at the crossroads, where Robert Johnson (who does not own a basketball team) cut his deal with the devil. I’ll know it when I see it.
Ever go to a place where history simmers? You get out of the car and it’s there, waiting. Mississippi does that for me.