This week, I’m going there, Sacramento. Here at the Sac Rag, we’ve yet to broach this topic, but it had to be said, especially tonight.
Find out what there is, after the jumpshot…
Continue reading “Right Awn! Friday: One game at a time”
This week, I’m going there, Sacramento. Here at the Sac Rag, we’ve yet to broach this topic, but it had to be said, especially tonight.
Find out what there is, after the jumpshot…
Continue reading “Right Awn! Friday: One game at a time”
Enjoyed another night game at Raley Field last night. Thursday nights are “Crystal $1 Family Feast” nights, featuring hot dogs and ice cream bars for $1 each. The ‘Cats were knocking the ball around and indeed went on to win 7-3. (Props to Keith Ginter!)
The family fun got even funner when Jose Morban, last night’s “K-MAN” struck out, winning each attendee a free entree at…Hooters! That’s right, “Family Feast” night featured a prize sponsored by everybody’s favorite owl-themed family restaurant. In another mind-numbing scheduling faux pas, Thursday nights are also “Rivercats Idol” nights, sponsored by Heineken. Strap the kids in the SUV and head down to Raley Field for $1 hot dogs, Dinger bobbleheads, and ta-tas and beer.
Continue reading ““Family” “Fun” at Raley Field (Rivercats 7, Raniers 3)”
Side note to the woman in Section 112, row 29, seat 22 who shushed my 3 year old daughter during the National Anthem: are you a season ticket holder? If so, we might have a problem… (and kudos to the SMUD worker (didn’t catch the name) who also saw you, miss Fun Police, and mentioned it to me on the sly. Right awn Mr. Smud PR guy!!)
The Sacramento River Cats are playing the Oakland A’s tomorrow night at 6:35 p.m. in an exhibition game at Raley Field. This is great news for my fellow fans of Barry Zito and Huston Street. But perhaps even more exciting for local baseball enthusiasts is Dinger’s new dance video.
Most people I know are afraid to exercise outside when it’s raining (and many even run on treadmills at the gym when it’s a perfectly beautiful day outside.) As your resource for all that is running, I’d like to offer a few tips for those of you who wanting to incorporate running into your fitness routine:
– If you’re the type to be unmotivated unless you’re working out with someone else, give one of the local running clubs a try. My club, Buffalo Chips, is the oldest, largest, and friendliest club (we were even named “Best Running Club in the US” by Runner’s World magazine.) With more than 800 members, we have every level of runner — from those who couldn’t run down the block when they first started, to those of us who do what some think are crazy distances. Fleet Feet on J Street also offers some great beginning running courses, targeted toward newbies (but all levels are welcome.)
Continue reading “Assuming it will ever stop raining”
A few months ago, RonTopofIt reported on the state of bowling in Sacramento. He was right, it’s not your pop’s bowling alley anymore.
Last weekend, I partook of a little three-hole roundball over at AMF’s Landpark Lanes – the closest bowling alley we could find near Elk Grove (a town that seems only good for big box shopping and big box eating). Our group spent the better part of an hour in a post Macaroni Grill-induced haze trying to find the place.
Continue reading “Bowling for Sactobine”
The Kings were involved in another trade today, sending Brian Skinner to Portland for Vitaly Potapenko and Sergei Monia.
Skinner, you remember, used to get playing time last season. Potapenko was a highly-touted Ukrainian big man in 1996, when he was picked 12th overall by the pre-LeBron Cleveland franchise. Now, Potapenko is just a big Russian man. He was benched earlier this season by Seattle coach Bob HIll for being overweight and out of shape.
Monia is a Russian rookie swingman who doesn’t look entirely different from a mid-1990s Devin Sawa. He hasn’t played much in the States, though he starred for Russia’s top club team for several years. He ain’t Andrei Kirilenko, but then again, who is? He needs to learn how to shoot before he can help the Kings do anything.
So, anyone want to suggest some fine Eastern European fare around Sacramento for our new neighbors? (Because you know the first thing Vitaly and Sergei are doing after learning about the trade is cruising to The Sac Rag.)
If the Kings have the best fans in the NBA, why do so many people leave before the game is even over?
Last night’s spanking of the Warriors provided one of the largest premature pilgrimages to the parking lot that I’ve ever seen. When else are you going to see ALL the Kings play in one night? (I think the guy who mops the floor with the Kings logo mop even got to play for a minute or two.)
I was particularly thrown by the gentleman wearing his “DIE HARD KINGS FAN” t-shirt checking his BlackberryTM as he made his way up the stairs to leave at the beginning of the 4th quarter.
At least Sign Man, who sits just steps away from my mom & her friends’ seats, stayed the entire time (as did we.)
Continue reading “FANtastic”
According to the State Hornet, former Sac State Hornet and high-flying dunkmeister Jameel Pugh will be playing himself in the HBO series produced by the Maloofs and George Clooney which was previously reported about in this space. No word on whether Clooney will also play himself, but if he’s on screen at all, then he will.
Sure, Sunday’s football game had its share of missed calls and blown plays, but none of that really matters in the long run. What really matters is that Sacramento was subjected to quite possibly the worst commercial in the history of local commercials. Chuck Peterson over at Folsom Lake Ford should really be ashamed of himself. The little intelligence I had left after watching the national spots is still insulted this morning. And try explaining it to your friends from out of town who were watching the game. It can’t be done.
Update: Per CoolDMZ’s request the local spot was a parody of the credit card commercials featuring David Spade who says “No!” to anyone calls. Or something. If you don’t know what I’m talking about consider yourself one lucky m’fer.