by Jim W. Miller
Imagine a small-time beauty queen, say Miss County Rural Electric, who has won her way through some local competitions on her way to winning the state prize. The girls notice her, especially when she drapes her Rural Electric banner across her swimsuit, and the boys notice her because, well, because they’re boys. But one day she is asked to attend a function with other contest winners when another invitee enters and sucks the air out of the room. All talking stops and all eyes turn as another contest winner has arrived, sashaying into the room with an elegance you can’t teach and a smile brighter than the diamonds at Jared.
The NFL draft is upon us, and the prognosticators have been busy debating who their local team will select. I have not waded into the debate, but I do have one prediction that is certain to come true: The Saints will actively try to move up or move down through trades. And the key to successful trading is a little-discussed weapon that assures they are receiving value, whichever way they go. The problem is that the other 31 teams have the same weapon.
by Jim W. Miller
Once again, we are confronted with one of those conundrums (conundra?) of sports: Logic or Emotion? We know that emotion is quick and loud: “WHAT, ARE THEY CRAZY? HOW COULD THEY…” Emotion is your nosey neighbor’s reaction when the leaves from your magnolia tree litter his yard. Emotion is our immediate reaction to something we had never considered and immediately sounds like the dumbest idea we ever heard.
by Jim W. Miller
To say that Peter Finney’s long career as a New Orleans writer and sports columnist lasted a lifetime is not an exaggeration. In fact, it lasted 68 years, which, according to the current Gregorian calendar, I achieved on my last birthday. Man, that’s a long time for one person to be doing the same thing, but the tributes that have rolled in since Pete Finney died Saturday morning at age 88, suggest that every day of those 68 years was a day well spent.
by Jim Miller
Sorry that the cancellation of the Pro Football Hall of Fame game delayed your football Jones for another week. But hang in there! You can make it until Thursday when our local heroes open the 2016 preseason at New England. Although a game where the starters might go in for one series is not what Saints fans have been waiting nearly eight months for, but it IS football. Kinda sorta. And Who Dats did have the opportunity to both cheer and gnash their teeth during the Hall of Fame induction.
by Jim W. Miller
It’s hard to write about anything else in sports today after watching the Classic two-man race for the British Open championship Sunday at Royal Troon. Yes, I still call it the “British” Open because to do otherwise is elitist, snooty and downright discriminatory to all the other “opens” in golf. Forgive my propensities toward the peasantry, but I will talk more about golf later.
by Jim W. Miller; Visit his blog at JimWMillerSports.com
Is this Drew Brees’ last year in New Orleans?
by Jim W. Miller
I am very familiar with questions of retirement, having made the decision to ride off gracefully into the sunset several years ago. For the youngsters out there, before you reach such a monumental decision, have a plan for what you are going to do. Watching FoxNews or CNN until the cocktail hour is not a plan. Which brings us to Peyton Manning, who wisely took the advice of this column and its multitude of readers and decided to retire from the NFL. So now the question is: “What’s he going to do?”