By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
By Michael Roberts
By Melanie Asmar
Give the man a hand: I found Bill Gallo's November 14 "Nuggets, No Glory" quite amusing, although I am not a sports fan. However, with regard to his point number 19: Rolex watches have a sweeping second hand; they don't tick. Not that this point matters much, but his departure from his apparent area of knowledge -- i.e., sports -- undoes his otherwise funny article. Besides, if someone can afford a Rolex, couldn't they afford to do something more interesting, or at least be sitting in front of you?
You shouldn't undermine your writing by slipping into bad humor to fill space, especially when you don't know what you're talking about.
Screw sports and the taxes I have paid to support them.
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Yeah, that's the ticket:About Bill Gallo's column on the Nuggets and how to kill time:
I received two complimentary tickets for last Wednesday night's game against the Phoenix Suns -- great $67 seats, tenth row. So I went. I'm really more of a symphony person, but I had never been to the Pepsi Center and I hadn't seen the Nuggets play in years, and I thought: "What the hell? Get a friend, go out. Change the pace a little."
Well, I couldn't get a friend at the last minute, and at my age and my somewhat new singleness, my philosophy has been that I'm not waiting to get somebody to do things. So I hopped on the light rail and took off. The Pepsi Center didn't impress me. I found the Nuggets dancers/cheerleaders degrading to females (don't you?) and the whole opening hoopla unnecessary -- fire and smoke, loud music, darkness. I came to see basketball being played! Let me see some good basketball!
And that mascot -- why is he out there still? Didn't I just see him in the paper being arrested for domestic violence or something? So what credibility does he bring to this team or the game? I didn't see any Phoenix Suns players faking any drama-queen fouls, and yet some Nuggets did. I have no respect for that: Just play the game well.
There were times when I actually found myself grinning and applauding some good plays, but not enough. I wasn't that satisfied. I left at half. Maybe I'll try again, but only if I'm given comp tickets (so please don't publish my name).
Name withheld on request
Strip search:Regarding Robin Chotzinoff's "Face Time," in the November 7 issue: Not everyone is singing the praises of Dr. John Grossman. After spending a lot of time getting a "good" referral for a mastopexy (that's a boob job and lift at the same time), I settled on Dr. Grossman, absolutely convinced I'd made the right choice. It cost me a fortune (for me, 12K is a fortune), and I supplied him with a good "palette" to work on -- an athletic body, non-smoker, etc.
One year later, my tits look like used condoms with rocks in them. He did not listen to me when I asked him for smaller, firmer (hello), functional boobs since I'm an exercise freak. Now I'm a DD cup, and I'll be paying this mistake off for at least five years.
Take note: When your surgeon of choice has an ego the size of Invesco Field, there's a good chance he'll do whatever the hell he wants. I hope anybody looking for a "job" will have the guts to walk out of a consultation with a doctor who is not telling you exactly what you want to hear. Making a silk purse out of a sow's ear apparently only applies to the desires of the surgeon. I'd have been thrilled with only what I'd asked for. But when I said "I like to run," he must have heard "I like to strip." Easy mistake, I guess.
(Please don't print my last name -- I'm not proud of the self-image as it is now.)
Safety first:As a life member of the National Rifle Association, I take great exception to Patricia Calhoun's "Calamity Jane," in the November 7 issue. She seems to equate law-abiding, responsible gun owners with murderous criminals like Klebold and Harris.
The NRA is the world's leading firearm-safety-instruction organization. They provide free training materials to any elementary school that wants to teach kids to "stop, don't touch, leave the area, and tell an adult" when encountering an unattended firearm.
Statistics from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention show that a child is much more likely to drown than to be killed in a firearm accident, largely due to the thousands of NRA instructors who volunteer their time to teach courses in firearm safety.
If Calhoun is really concerned about safety, maybe she should ask swimming-pool and hot-tub dealers to leave town.
Taking aim:After reading all the letters in the last issue attacking not just Patricia Calhoun, but Joy Frankel (that poor woman who dared to have a letter published in the November 14 issue complaining about gun ranges in public parks), I have to wonder about the real consequences of the last election.