West Side Stories
A Tosa resident for almost 20 years, Karen is a mom and freelance writer, addicted to playing tennis. When not on the tennis court, she spends the fall and winter in the stands at Green Bay Packer and Marquette basketball games.
Karen is the author of “Grab a Bite,” a dining out column and the former community columnist for the Wauwatosa NOW newspaper.
Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word
The other day, I was watching two college tennis players squaring off in a tournament match. It was a close one. The player that lost the first set was actually ahead in the second set. That is, until he self-destructed. First he yelled at himself for playing poorly: “Stop playing like my MOTHER!” he shouted. Then he’d kick the tennis ball when he missed a shot. Finally, his frustration built until he threw his racquet. The chair umpire calmly said: “Code violation. Racquet abuse. Game, set, match to (the other player.)” Sound familiar?
Down and Out
Man, what a bummer. We Wisconsinites have just experienced the ultimate trifecta of sports downers – losses by the Badgers, Packers and, of course, the playoff loss by the Brewers. And, to add insult to injury, our local marathon was won by a guy from Illinois. Nothing like kicking us while we’re down.
Hurdling the Olympic Coverage
It seems like everyone I know has Olympic fever. They’re watching and talking about the Olympics more than ever before. And how could you not watch them non-stop? They’re everywhere. I mean, really. They’re on NBC, USA Network, Oxygen, MSNBC, Universal HD and of course, online all the time.
Brett Favre and the Perfect Storm
I have heard that retirement, like many major changes in life, is tough. One day you’re an important cog in the wheel. The next, you’re spending your mornings at Walgreens waiting for your prescriptions, at a time of day when you used to be in meetings.
March Kinda Makes Me Mad
They call this time of year March Madness, and that, I love. If you give me a choice, I will always choose college basketball over the NBA.
Brett Has Left the Building
I sat and watched, riveted, with a box of Kleenex by my side. He cried. I cried. I’m sure that most of Packer nation cried. Suffice it to say, you’d have to be a cold, hard soul not to shed a tear or two.
Gee Prince, Where's the Beef?!
I blame the Boca Burgers. Perhaps he’s low on protein. A little too much Tofu?
Not-So-Super Thoughts
For the first time ever, I sat and watched the entire Super Bowl and even some of the pre-game. No special reason. Just a quiet Sunday afternoon. You didn’t ask for it and you’re probably SO past it, but here are my unsolicited thoughts on Sunday’s Super Bowl:
