Saturday, August 23, 2014

Farewell to Chamberas

Another August, another great outing to support an incredible cause - beating Cystic Fibrosis - with the Thomas Chamberas XC 6K or 5K or something along those lines through the winding (and hilly!) pathways of Great Brook State Forest in Carlisle.  The E Streeters are a staple at the race every year, which raises about $10,000 each year to fight the disease.
This year, we were honored to have Professor Quirrell from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry join us for the start.
And yes, as always, the pre-race warm-up included the dulcet tones of Mike Mahone performing his special version of the National Anthem, a video of which can be seen here:
The daughters couldn't make it to run with their old man this year, so it was a husband-wife tandem representing Clan Pisarik at this year's race 
And we're off!  (Those in front of me) 
(And those behind) 
Coming into the finish, Andrew captured some shots.  We're all blurry in them because we were running so damn fast.  Yeah, that's what happened. 
The couple that runs together, sweats together 
One of these men is a legend.  The other just thinks he is.  You figure out which is which. 
And finally, the obligatory group shot with the most famous 33 worn in New England since the days of Larry Bird 
Sadly, this was the swan song for this particular race, which has been held for 12 years.  We're sad to see it go, because we enjoy it every year and it's a great August outing supporting an august charity.  But we also understand how much time and work has to go in to putting these things together.  We wish everyone well and encourage you to visit Cystic Fibrosis to learn more about how you can help.
With that, we'll leave you to the bombards bursting in air, and say adieu!

Monday, August 18, 2014

It's Who, You Know

A Time Lord came to Times Square, making his only United States appearance, so naturally, you know what that means, right?
Time for father and son to hang out with Batman, of course.
Wait a minute....
This was supposed to be all about the United States premiere of the premier, half-century old television show about everyone's favorite time-travelling Time Lord, the good Doctor himself
Doctor Who, you ask?
Funny you should ask, it's the first question, the oldest question in the universe.
And that's not Who Are You?
Since 1963, the BCC has been bringing the world serial stories of the greatest Time Lord of them all, Doctor Who, whose adventures have spanned as many centuries as they have galaxies, all to the delight of science fiction fans worldwide.  And among their numbers are a slew of my friends, as well as my co-workers at Middlesex Community College, but most of all, my two favorite travelling companions, my daughter Heather and my son, Andrew.
So when word came out that tickets would be on sale for a New York City appearance of the next Doctor, Peter Capaldi, his current travelling companion Jenna Coleman, and showrunner Steven Moffat, I knew it was time to grab a seat in the TARDIS, the doctor's iconic blue police box that serves as his vehicle of choice to explore the universe.
(That's the Time And Relative Dimension in Space, for you non-Whovians.)
After somehow, and surprisingly being able to secure a pair of tix for the premiere, Andrew and I embarked on our second road trip of the summer season.  (You may recall our historic Bruce Springsteen pilgrimage of a few months back.)  Heather chose to stay home and bond with her non-Whovian mom.
Andrew and I made the trek to the Big Apple in no time, and arrived early enough to check out some of the sights in nearby Times Square.
That includes, of course, getting photo-bombed by Spongebob Squarepants 
Hanging out with an ass-kicking Raccoon
And of course, sizing up to the Incredible Hulk
Andrew seems rather non-plussed about all the super-hero action taking place around him.
Not so for the topless women who paraded around the crowd, rubbing shoulders and other body parts with the likes of Dora the Explorer, Super Mario, and Captain America.  You'll have to trust me on this one, it's a Times Square thing.  But seeing as this is a family blog, you won't be seeing those pics here.  If I had taken any, that is.
Happily, there were no Daleks to be seen.
We can only assume this was a Weeping Angel working the NYC Streets, because if this was the real Lady Liberty, she was nowhere near as inspiring as one would be led to believe.
Even in the dead of summer, there's nothing quite like the olfactory pleasure of chestnuts roasting on an open foil, an aroma usually reserved for the Christmas shopping season
Finally, it was showtime and on to the Blue Carpet over at the historic Ziegfeld theater
Andrew took his turn on the Blue Carpet, before the celebs made their runway twirls 
The Good Doctor and his Good Companion

I tried to Delete this picture, but somehow couldn't.
I tried to strike up a conversation with the metal man, but he just kept on repeating "You will be upgraded, you will become like us, upgrading is compulsory."  Blah, blah, blah, heard it all before.
Saw our share of cosplaying Doctors while waiting in line before the show
Did I mention there was a line?  Yeah.  (And somewhere in this crush of humanity is Amazing Spider-Man scribe and uber Whovian, Dan Slott.  Tried to find him, but alas, no Spidey-sense tingling.
Because geekdom runs in the genes
Inside the theater, we nabbed seventh row seats, and sat through Deep Breath, Peter Capaldi's first episode, which debuts this Saturday on BCC America.  (Check your local listings.)  You won't unearth any hints about the show's content here, just Silence, because, you know, spoilers, sweetie.
After the show, the Doctor, his companion, and their puppet Master took to the stage for a question and answer with fans and the Nerdist himself, Chris Hardwick.
At show's end, they all took a selfie in front of the packed house.  And when I say packed, that doesn't count the hundreds of fans OUTSIDE the theater who never even got through the front doors! 
Before leaving the theater, Andrew bounded to the stage and took a turn in the Doctor's chair.
Yeah, I know it's a silhouette shot, but damn, doesn't he look cool?  Kind of like another iconic silhouette making its rounds this week.
Outside the theater, like any A-list celeb, Andrew had a spin at yet another press interview, this one with six-year-old Lindalee Rose, who was conducting fan interviews for the Doctor Who Review.
She seemed impressed with Andrew's answers.
Not, however, as impressed by HIS interviewing skills. 
Not sure she's even listening to him rant on anymore at this point, because it was past her bedtime, but she gets high marks for trying. 
Another historic road trip in the books, this time for an historic geek outing.
Truly a great time.
And what is time, after all?
People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobby, time-wimey....stuff.
But in the meantime, don't blink.  Blink and you're dead.  They are fast.  Faster than you can believe.  Don't turn your back.  Don't look away.  And don't blink.  Good luck.


Thursday, August 7, 2014

We Are All Patriots

Okay, so let's all just agree, the Patriots opener in the pre-season was not what you'd call a nail biter.  Yeah, I know, it's just pre-season.  But damn, this group of Patriots was as close to unwatchable as any we've seen during the Belichick-Brady era.
So to help purge the images of that 2014 inaugural outing from your mindscapes, I'm happy to present a day at Pats' Training Camp with Clan Cook.  Trust me, it was far more exciting than the Redskins debacle.
First off, there was this guy, who, speaking candidly, I predict has a good chance of starting at QB for the Pats this season. Just not in the pre-season.
He looked pretty relaxed and in control out there.
Sigh.  Can we just get past these pre-season don't-count games and play some football?
Here's my Cover Girl with the Cover Boy himself
Grabbing some bench time with Logan Mankins
Jerod Mayo wants to hear what Heather has to offer for advice
Jack and Heather huddle up
Andrew broke into the locker room and borrowed a certain number 12's gear.  Somehow, Brady seems to fill it out a bit more impressively.  Must be the pads.  (You should have seen Andrew trying on Vince Wilfork's gear.  Just sad.)
My son, the NFL Superstar
Alright, Andrew, relax.  This Number 12 thing is going to your head.
My family deserves a duck boat parade all their own, just for being so great
Hanging with the Super Bowl trophies
Practice, lunch, Hall of Fame and Pro Shop done, it's time to get revved up for the season to come!
And then there's some, like Andrew, who just prepare for these things differently 
Who's ready for some football?