Chip Shots: Thanks Nespresso
August 27, 2022 at 2:44 a.m.
Chip Shots: Thanks Nespresso
By Chip Davenport-
I’m sharing my world view and current sentiment on Sunday, August 21 for about 135 minutes - because I type slowly - beginning from 9:30 a.m.
I have an entire day I can adjust because I did not want to sit in scattered thunderstorms in Cleveland to watch the Browns play a preseason game against the Philadelphia “Iggles” (as it’s pronounced in South Jersey and Philly).
My tone is maudlin today. If you know what this means, please indulge me while I define it for those who don’t.
/'môdl(?)n/ - adjective - self-pityingly or tearfully sentimental, often through drunkenness: "the drink made her maudlin"
Instead of booze, I’ve had two Nespressos with double-digit intensity levels. Those of you who drink the stuff know what it’s doing to me. I’m instead, sentimental but full of dachshund-like energy this Sunday morning instead of a drunken, sentimental older relative or a 1970s talk show host or guest.
My wife, in her Wyoming-based hometown vernacular, would state it best, telling you I am “wound up tighter than a cheap watch.”
Do you want some suggested research if you want to see what ‘70s maudlin was like?
If not, you can also watch your older relatives around a campfire or at other family gatherings talk about how Def Leppard and The Monkees were the best bands ever.
YouTube these: “Sammy Maudlin Show”, “Johnny Carson Tonight Show”, “Merv Griffin Show”, or “Mike Douglas Show.”
The searches I’ve offered might seem unrelatable among some of you due to your age, and “Sammy…”, by the way, is a hilarious parody by a troupe called Second City TV who nailed just about every aspect of 1970s talk show camp and schmaltz.
These results will show you what maudlin is among celebrities, especially those gushing over each other or waxing nostalgic about past mutual experiences, nonetheless.
I guess it’s time to shift gears to discuss why I’m maudlin.
Thanks Nespresso.
It has been a long time since I’ve been homesick to attend Ohio high school sports events, but I still get homesick once fall sports season launches. Perhaps it’s because the summer is almost over, and I think of the draw of some Cleveland neighborhoods, and my village on Chippewa lake where I grew up in the 70s and 80s.
The Cuyahoga Valley parks, in my home Region, offer a huge span of beautiful trails and roads stretching between Cleveland and Akron, and beautiful views within their trails as well as their highway views – especially from I-480 driving on a bridge over a gorge around Independence, Ohio.
Some hometown friends recently posted the interior of their three-hour “wine train” ride through the Cuyahoga River Valley. I volleyed some comments about one of the suburbs included in the train ride would be the ultimate midpoint to reside if I ever returned to Ohio, and how maudlin I realized I was in my comments and replies.
I guess if I were on the wine train with them, I’d be demonstrating the “drink” reference in maudlin I shared with you today; not drunken, though, but maybe mildly lubricated by nostalgia-inducing vino.
I only made two trips to these parks in my entire life before my Air Force enlistment resulted in permanently ending my Northeast Ohio residence.
This thought of taking my home region for granted while I had so much time (but so little money) on my hands in my youth is why I’m maudlin today.
Now, though, with less time and more money at my disposal, I need to schlep nearly four hours to get there. It’s time to finally make the time for this so you don’t have to read another maudlin column.
I did, in my youth, make the most of high school by throwing myself across athletics, performing arts, yearbook, and by attending a variety of events. The takeaways of spreading myself thin could fill a book.
I used to complain to my Cleveland-area friends who vacated their summer cottages in Gloria Glens Park Village once school starts, saying, “The village’s feral dogs eating garbage is the most interesting winter entertainment option here if you don’t stay involved year-round at school.”
But I should have looked at options like the Cuyahoga Valley parks during these available tranches of time.
Times-Union area students, please make the most of your time here on- and off-campus whether your interests are very specific and few, or if you are one of those of those busy bodies. This county offers fitness, affordable dining, nature trails, theatre and even some peaceful public places you won’t find in most small Midwestern towns.
If you’re jocks, get your tukuses into the auditorium, get out of your comfort zone, and watch a play or a musical… NOT because your coach told you to attend. Support the arts the way a good bit of those folks will fill the student sections to support you while you display your craft on the field, pitch, hardcourt, mat, pool, running course, or track oval.
If you’re not competing in sports, and even if you don’t like the sports scene, get out of your comfort zone, and check out how your community unites. Don’t take the jaded view of large gatherings as being a collection of sheep. These events are chock full of a variety of people sharing a common interest who would, otherwise, not be in the same venue. IF you’re an introvert telling folks you’re just a people watcher, get out and put your money where your mouth is. There are local events with big energy offering performances and scenes of human interaction requiring little or no admission costs.
Finally, Times-Union area kids, appreciate the restaurants and off-campus offerings around you so you’re not 58-years old, four hours by car away from the best haunts of your home region waxing nostalgic from your lap-top, maudlin from two intense Nespressos.
Don’t thank me. Thank Nespresso.
I’m sharing my world view and current sentiment on Sunday, August 21 for about 135 minutes - because I type slowly - beginning from 9:30 a.m.
I have an entire day I can adjust because I did not want to sit in scattered thunderstorms in Cleveland to watch the Browns play a preseason game against the Philadelphia “Iggles” (as it’s pronounced in South Jersey and Philly).
My tone is maudlin today. If you know what this means, please indulge me while I define it for those who don’t.
/'môdl(?)n/ - adjective - self-pityingly or tearfully sentimental, often through drunkenness: "the drink made her maudlin"
Instead of booze, I’ve had two Nespressos with double-digit intensity levels. Those of you who drink the stuff know what it’s doing to me. I’m instead, sentimental but full of dachshund-like energy this Sunday morning instead of a drunken, sentimental older relative or a 1970s talk show host or guest.
My wife, in her Wyoming-based hometown vernacular, would state it best, telling you I am “wound up tighter than a cheap watch.”
Do you want some suggested research if you want to see what ‘70s maudlin was like?
If not, you can also watch your older relatives around a campfire or at other family gatherings talk about how Def Leppard and The Monkees were the best bands ever.
YouTube these: “Sammy Maudlin Show”, “Johnny Carson Tonight Show”, “Merv Griffin Show”, or “Mike Douglas Show.”
The searches I’ve offered might seem unrelatable among some of you due to your age, and “Sammy…”, by the way, is a hilarious parody by a troupe called Second City TV who nailed just about every aspect of 1970s talk show camp and schmaltz.
These results will show you what maudlin is among celebrities, especially those gushing over each other or waxing nostalgic about past mutual experiences, nonetheless.
I guess it’s time to shift gears to discuss why I’m maudlin.
Thanks Nespresso.
It has been a long time since I’ve been homesick to attend Ohio high school sports events, but I still get homesick once fall sports season launches. Perhaps it’s because the summer is almost over, and I think of the draw of some Cleveland neighborhoods, and my village on Chippewa lake where I grew up in the 70s and 80s.
The Cuyahoga Valley parks, in my home Region, offer a huge span of beautiful trails and roads stretching between Cleveland and Akron, and beautiful views within their trails as well as their highway views – especially from I-480 driving on a bridge over a gorge around Independence, Ohio.
Some hometown friends recently posted the interior of their three-hour “wine train” ride through the Cuyahoga River Valley. I volleyed some comments about one of the suburbs included in the train ride would be the ultimate midpoint to reside if I ever returned to Ohio, and how maudlin I realized I was in my comments and replies.
I guess if I were on the wine train with them, I’d be demonstrating the “drink” reference in maudlin I shared with you today; not drunken, though, but maybe mildly lubricated by nostalgia-inducing vino.
I only made two trips to these parks in my entire life before my Air Force enlistment resulted in permanently ending my Northeast Ohio residence.
This thought of taking my home region for granted while I had so much time (but so little money) on my hands in my youth is why I’m maudlin today.
Now, though, with less time and more money at my disposal, I need to schlep nearly four hours to get there. It’s time to finally make the time for this so you don’t have to read another maudlin column.
I did, in my youth, make the most of high school by throwing myself across athletics, performing arts, yearbook, and by attending a variety of events. The takeaways of spreading myself thin could fill a book.
I used to complain to my Cleveland-area friends who vacated their summer cottages in Gloria Glens Park Village once school starts, saying, “The village’s feral dogs eating garbage is the most interesting winter entertainment option here if you don’t stay involved year-round at school.”
But I should have looked at options like the Cuyahoga Valley parks during these available tranches of time.
Times-Union area students, please make the most of your time here on- and off-campus whether your interests are very specific and few, or if you are one of those of those busy bodies. This county offers fitness, affordable dining, nature trails, theatre and even some peaceful public places you won’t find in most small Midwestern towns.
If you’re jocks, get your tukuses into the auditorium, get out of your comfort zone, and watch a play or a musical… NOT because your coach told you to attend. Support the arts the way a good bit of those folks will fill the student sections to support you while you display your craft on the field, pitch, hardcourt, mat, pool, running course, or track oval.
If you’re not competing in sports, and even if you don’t like the sports scene, get out of your comfort zone, and check out how your community unites. Don’t take the jaded view of large gatherings as being a collection of sheep. These events are chock full of a variety of people sharing a common interest who would, otherwise, not be in the same venue. IF you’re an introvert telling folks you’re just a people watcher, get out and put your money where your mouth is. There are local events with big energy offering performances and scenes of human interaction requiring little or no admission costs.
Finally, Times-Union area kids, appreciate the restaurants and off-campus offerings around you so you’re not 58-years old, four hours by car away from the best haunts of your home region waxing nostalgic from your lap-top, maudlin from two intense Nespressos.
Don’t thank me. Thank Nespresso.
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