It’s probably safe to say that every year there is more film footage wasted in shooting trite, horrible romantic comedies than any other kind of movie. For chrissakes this is the genre that expected us to believe that Meg Ryan would sleep with Billy Crystal, and that it was ok for Julia Roberts to suck off strange men for money as long as she had that hard and fast rule about “never kissing on the lips.”

If you stacked 100 romantic comedies in a room, 99 of them would suck the oxygen out of the room and kill you and the one good movie.

Over the weekend I saw one that was OK, not great, not really good, but not bad. It was your standard fare, with Ben Stiller as an anal insurance analyst and Jennifer Aniston in her typical role as somebody strange but hot. They were OK, but the reason Along Came Polly gets a mention here today was the Oscar Award winning performance of Philip Seymour Hoffman.

He played Sandy Lyle (no, not the golfer), but rather a former child actor who is now just fat and obnoxious and strangely charming.

Sandy has two classic scenes. One in which the term “sharted” is used, and will be used from now on with comedic reverence.

The other, in ESPN Classic parlance, instant classic scene in which Sandy and Ben’s character are playing two-on-two in a park. Sandy might be the worst basketball player ever, but he has a certain pananche to him.

First of all, check out those duds. Sweet.

Secondly, every time he takes a jump shot he screams, “Let it rain!” only to have the ball slam into the backboard with enough force to create some sort of sonic boom. It never gets old. Nor does his layup attempt that ends up with the ball at midcourt and him in a heap tangled in the fence.

I’m pretty fired up about playing tomorrow and paying homage to Sandy by screaming “Let it rain!” every time I shoot.

Otherwise the movie was fine. I’ve sat through some horrendous ones in the past. I was once on a date with a woman who went on and on about how many times she’d seen the movie “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days”. She lost me in ten minutes.

A day off, coupled with a Bulls matinee allowed me no excuse to not watch the game yesterday and it was so bad that I nearly went blind.

The game was so bad that the non-stop barrage of McDonald’s commercials actually worked. Enough “I’m lovin’ it’s” and I was in the car on my way to McDonald’s just moments after the Bulls had blown an 18 point first half lead and scored TWENTY-FIVE points in the second half a loss to the Wizards.

The quarter pounder with cheese was tasty, the Bulls effort was not.

I am loving the hell out of Scott Skiles though. Our little Phil Collins look-a-like often times looks like he wants to physically assault most of his players. This is enjoyable.

He’s also had two gems in his post game comments about Eddy Curry. When asked if Eddy’s confidence might be shaken he said. “Why would it be? Unless missing two foot jumpers makes it go away.”

Yesterday he was asked what Eddy could do to improve his rebounding and he said, “Jump.”

I love it when coaches break it down scientifically like that.

How sad is it that at the halfway point in the season the Bulls’ best player is clearly (and I mean definitively) Kirk Hinrich? It’s not even close right now. I’ve seldom seen a player who can shoot as well as Jamal Crawford, but at what cost? He makes just about every good shot he takes. Unfortunately he makes just enough of the bad ones that he continues to take more bad ones than good ones. (Does that make any sense? Of course it doesn’t!)

As for Antonio Davis, whose job is it to call him into the office and let him know that he’s dead?


By the way, sometime today you’ll get your first Cubs Report of 2004. You’re welcome.

KC Johnson (minus the Sunshine Band) calls yesterday’s Bulls loss “dreadful.” I cannot disagree.

David Huh says Terry Shea is a “passing game guru.” Funny, I remember him as the guy who coached at Rutgers when Notre Dame beat them 62-0.

Derrek Lee and the Cubs avoided arbitration with a one year $6.9 million deal. The only Cub left unsigned is The Farns, who is back in Alabama sitting by the phone waiting to hear what the Cubs offer is. Unfortunately, it’s Alabama and the phone is not actually connected to anything.

Groucho just figured out that Tim Duncan is good.

Mariotti puts down the doughnut and demands the Bulls stop wasting our time and start over! I demand he stop wasting our time with boring columns, yelling on a TV show that nobody watches and planning to gurgle his way through three hours of radio every day.

Kaz Sasaki shocked the world, not by giving up $10 million to stay in Japan and end his career as a Mariner, but by trying to convince us again that he’s 35 years old. I’ve seen U-Hauls with fewer miles on them than Kaz. He makes Albert Pujols look like Jonathan Lipnicki.

Bryan Burwell thinks the Cardinals should just give Pujols whatever he wants. Screw that, he’s only in his fourth year, right? He’s not a real free agent for three more years. You pay him what you have to for three years. This is just like our favorite pedaphile former radio host who after Kerry Wood’s rookie year wanted to lock him up for five or six years and went nuts when the Cubs just renewed his contract that year. We all remember that Kerry blew out his elbow the next spring and didn’t pitch again until 2000. You don’t effectively “buy” a players’ cheap years unless you can convince him to sell you his arbitration years, too.

Howard Dean is strange.

Here’s actual audio of him screaming “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!”

Terry McAulliffe says the Democrats are in the best position ever. Because they have control of the White House, the House and the Senate. No, wait…oops.

Young voters like Bush. Honestly, if you give a college kid a survey and ask him “Do you like Bush?” What’s he going to say?

What’s so funny now Limey?

Whoops!

The world’s greatest newspaper says beware of Mad Mouse disease.