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Kentucky Wiskey

And, after a nice bit of escapism to the fine state of Kentucky — one of the only places in the world where you can find that libation called “WISKEY,” which I’m sure is an inbred cousin of the state’s more famous beverage, Bourbon. I, apparently, missed quite a bit during my excursion to see John Calipari’s house. I’m not going to start on the Air McNair business, because I think plenty has already been said — too much, in some cases. But because ours is a business of speculation and guessing, a lot of blogs — even the more popular ones — aren’t above making speculative statements that have no supporting information.

Perhaps I’m too old to join in the National Enquirer approach to unfortunate sports events. Instead, I’d rather remember McNair for being such a warrior.

And then there’s Andy Roddick. What can you say about that fifth set? Incredible? Heartbreaking? Would’ve beaten any other player in the world except Federer? Sounds about accurate to me. But hey, while some are trying to equate last Sunday’s epic loss as perhaps one of the worst a competitor can make, at least there’s the Brooklyn Decker consolation prize.

Anyway, I’m back, meaning IF is back as well. I hope you all had a brilliant Fourth of July holiday, with lots of Kentucky Wiskey to enjoy.