Today's a quiet kind of Sunday.  I read the San Diego paper and then walked up the street and bought a copy of the "North County Times" too. 

Isn't it too bad that the "local", suburban paper is actually a better paper than the "big city paper" the San Diego "Union Tribune"?  Geesh.

Anyway, there's not much happening today and I've had the tube on.  Later on I'm grilling some pork strips and then we'll cap the evening with our weekly "Mad Men" and "The Killing" fix.

But for now, I've had Fox Sports West on where they've been showing the NCAA Big 12 Track Meet.  I've always had a soft spot for track and it's actually a pretty good sport for on TV--the editing means that the events follow one after the other.  Not like a "live" meet which is "hurry up and wait".

But anyhow, as so often is the case anymore, the final event was the men's and women's 4 x 400.  This is a race that requires speed and stamina like no other race in track.  Of all the sprints the 400 is the most painful.

Let's put it this way, 40 years ago I ran track in high school--yep, I ran what then was the 440 because then it was measured in yards.  Here's what I looked like then:

That's me running the 440 in 1969--as soon as I got across that line right in front of me I fell down.  Then got up, went across that curb off the track and threw up!

But, if you're "older" like me, you've probably at least once or twice listened to Bill Cosby's incredibly funny, absolutely true to life monologue called "Track and Field: Mile Relay".  I just found it on You Tube and thought I'd share it with you (it's 8 1/2 minutes long, but it is soooooooo worth it).

Give it a listen, you're not doing anything better on a Sunday afternoon, are you?