Friday, September 3, 2010

You Gotta Love Julie Banderas, Colt Helmets, 'Dr. No' And Other Hot Threes

Thoughts of threes while idling at the DMV before football’s kickoff.

Top helmets: Colts, Giants, Browns.

Snappiest baseball cap logos: Nats’ W, Bucs’ P, Mets’ NY.

Sharpest uniforms: Braves, Dodgers, Yankees.

DVR magnets: "Dark Blue," “White Collar,” “Justified.”

Screen dudes: Sean Connery, Matt Damon, Logan Marshall-Green, the "Dark Blue" slick draw.

Sexiest TV hosts: Julie Banderas of my namesake network, Elizabeth “The Best View” Hasselbeck, Dina Gusovsky of RT.

Automatic reads: Ann Coulter, Ralph Peters, Mark Steyn.

Leaders with pop: Paul Ryan, Marco Rubio, Dale Peterson.

Best chance to beat obummer: Rick Perry, Tim Pawlenty, Mitt Romney.

Car I’d love to buy right now: Accord CR-Z, Mustang, Nissan GT-R.

On the way to watching 50 times: “Dr. No,” “The Bourne Identity,” “Kill Bill.”

Before I die: Korea unites, we recognize Cuba, we get bin Laden.

Hottest politicians: Sarah Palin, Michele Bachmann, Nikki Haley.

Dem faces: Christina Romer, Janet Reno, Janet Napolitano.

Days I treasure: boating to Corregidor, sailing in Miami, marrying my lovely Filipino wife, Maria, in the Catholic Church.

White lefty cares nothing about: terrorists, deficits, Christianity.

Delish: Lasagna, filet mignon, picadillo.

Turn ’em up: The Beatles, Cream, Zeppelin.

Tune out: Sting, the Who, Creedence Clearwater Revival.

Top TV channels: USA, Travel, Military.

Far-out feats: Michael Phelps’ eight golds, Steffi Graf’s Golden Slam, UCLA’s 88-game winning streak.

Break up: ESPNESPNESPN. Enough with the monopoly.

YouTube bookmarks: “Lawrence of Arabia” theme music, Peter Nero’s “It’s Alright With Me,” “Rule Britannia” at the Proms.

Who watches: MSNBC, NBC, PBS.

Cities calling me: Heidelberg, Barcelona, Paris.

Greatest Americans in my lifetime: Eisenhower, MacArthur, Neil Armstrong.

Tech that works: Cell phone, DVR, radio.

Actresses who have it: Marsha Thomason, the “White Collar” babe who should be Jane Bond; Nicki Aycox, the "Dark Blue" bad-ass blonde; Beth Riesgraf, the “Leverage” pouter.

I could listen for hours: Pat Buchanan, Chris Hitchens, Liz Cheney.

Top structures: Hearst Castle, Heidelberg Castle, Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square.

Dialed in: Rush Limbaugh, Fox radio’s Stephen Smith and Vic the Brick.

Studs: Kobe, Manny Pacquiao, Brett Favre.

Electric events: Heavyweight title fight, Olympic track 400-meter relay, Game 7 of the NBA Finals.

Movie villains to vilify: The Joker in “The Dark Knight,” Oddjob in “Goldfinger,” the scum Hans Landa in “Inglourious Basterds.”

Books atop the stack: “The Spy Who Came in From the Cold” by John le Carre, “Before the Fall” by William Safire, “The Silence of the Lambs” by Thomas Harris.

If I had an iPod: Billy Idol’s “White Wedding,” the Doors’ “L.A. Woman,” Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 No. 1.

Super screen lines: James Bond: “That's a Smith & Wesson, and you've had your six.” T.E. Lawrence: “No prisoners!” Charlie Harper: “My weirdness bar for chicks is pretty high, but you are clearing it in street shoes.”

My zippiest interviewees: Pete Rose, coach George Allen, Roger Goodell years before he was NFL commish.

Speeches for the ages: Nixon’s 1968 nomination acceptance, W after 9/11 at the National Cathedral, Reagan's Pointe du Hoc classic in 1984.

Radio static: The Angels’ station has a corner on this one. Baseball? Lacking. Too much programming on AM 830 is paid shilling for pills. When sports finds its way on the station, you don’t hear Rex Hudler; he was dumped. You hardly hear Jeff Biggs and sidekick Jason Brennan; their drive-time hours were squeezed into minutes. What’s left? A losing team.

Love: jogging, tennis, steering clear of the DMV.

But hey, they just called my number. Who said it stands for Don’t Move Velociously?

Bucky Fox is an author and editor in Southern California who runs