Sumo Sleepover
originally posted: 11/26/01
Brought to you by pizza rolls at bedtime.
Ever dream you're a sumo wrestler? Or is it just me? I bet I'm not the only one, just the only one liable to admit it in public. I've been encountering sumo everywhere lately: on lunchboxes, in cartoons, on ESPN-2 in sports bars. Even in my own martial arts world; as I engaged in some pushing practice with a very non-large friend recently, we joked about our little contest devolving into a sumo match. So it's not really surprising that, following a spicy snack ingested perhaps later in the evening than it should have been, I should see sumo in my dreams. Is it?
Speaking of girth-enhanced individuals: If you get a chance to see the movie "Shallow Hal," PASS IT UP. Mother Media and I saw it last week and gave it as many thumbs down as we have between us. It's supposed to be a "message movie" about appreciating people's inner beauty, but it's really just an excuse for numerous sophomoric fat-bashing jokes. Not worth the price of admission.
Anyway, that's my editorial rant for today. Welcome back from the long Thanksgiving weekend. If, like me, you consumed sumo-sized portions of turkey and dressing, just remember: 20-some days of brisk mall walking 'til Christmas.