Not trying to throwing anyone under the bus, but Fred Davis’ failed drug tests cost me my fantasy football season.
What else am I supposed to watch on television this time of year besides Christmas specials and movies?
Elf is the new A Christmas Story.
I worry that an entire generation of kids won’t understand the magnificent glory of a Red Rider BB gun.
Watching Tim Tebow throw a football is as ugly as I imagine watching two homeless people having sex in public would be.
I really don’t want anything for Christmas except for someone to pay off my student loan bills.
Tried to watch VH1 Dives Salute to Soul last night but for the most part, watching screeching cats would have been the same thing.
I wish I could make presents for everyone- like a bird house.
Do you think bird’s find bird apartments degrading?
I’m happy Jimmy Rollins is coming back to the Phillies.
How many stupid tweets do I have to write to achieve fame via Twitter?
Just make sure you have a good water bottle is my advice for literally everyone in the world- regardless of the situation.
If the Celtics don’t make the Finals, I just hope someone beats the Heat.
I’m going to watch at least two Clippers’ games this year.
Newt Gingrich probably hates dolphins and kittens.
If I was Obama, I’d be a little worried about John Huntsman.
My New Year resolution is to learn how to tie a tie.
There is a part of me that is starting to get annoyed with Facebook.
There is another part of me that wants to write that as my status update.
Life is less fun when you’re so tired your eyes feel like they’ve just been hit by socks filled with bars of soap.
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Lucky for a lot, Luckiest to not be an Eagles Fan
I feel lucky in a lot of areas. I feel lucky that I met Kim and I feel lucky to have such a great family. I feel lucky that Ma Dukes is the strongest Ma Dukes there is and I feel lucky that I was able to drive my Blazer for as long as I could without it bursting into flames. I feel lucky to be healthy, to not be shorter than I am, to not be bald or balding and I feel lucky I have a car that gets good gas mileage.
But this morning, what I feel most lucky about is that thankfully, I am not an Eagles fan.
Upon moving to Philly a little over five years ago, I took to the Phillies largely because of my love of baseball, tied to my love of getting enthusiastic about things and finally coupled with my desire to care about something I’d be watching nearly every night from April to October. It turns out that my timing was pretty good as the Phillies current rise to prominence coincided nearly perfectly with my relocation to Philly.
Of course that made Friday night especially painful as Future Wife and I sat at an Irish bar in our neighborhood, watching the once-Fightin’ Phils loses 1-0 to the Cardinals. It was a hard game to watch and tough to see a team with so much potential go down so easily. If they had shown a little fight and maybe at some point during the game, had even scratched at the idea of coming close to scoring a run, it would have made the loss a little easier to take. But nope, the Phillies just went out- not with a bang and frankly, not even a whimper. Saying that they went out with a whimper would be giving them too much credit. For the last three to four innings of the game, no one in the bar was saying very much except for “Yes, I’ll have another,” whenever the overworked barkeep came around. Man, I thought, if only the Phillies were working as hard as the bartenders in Philly were, things would be different.
When the game ended and all that we saw was Ryan “Anti-Clutch” Howard hobbling down the line before crumpling up in a heap, the bar was silent. I looked around and people were doing one of two things- staring blankly with their mouths dropped open or shaking their head and mumbling a few inaudible curse words. In regards to feeling lucky, I was at that moment, lucky to be a Red Sox fan. It had prepared me for moments like this.
That was Friday night. Saturday was the hangover and if it hadn’t been sunny and seventy degrees and had it be rainy, windy and from a weather perspective, just overwhelmingly depressing, the city wouldn’t have made it to Sunday. The big news in the city was Occupy Philly, followed by the big question in the city- what was Occupy Philly all about? Yeah, no one really had an answer for that one. But the weather was beautiful and like any decently earned hangover, it gradually went away and we were able to move on with our lives. At some point in the afternoon, news came out that Big Ry tore his Achilles and would be out until early June at the earliest. But by then, it was almost white noise. It was like finding out that the night before in a drunken stupor you had punched a baby dolphin in the face. At that point it didn’t matter- it was just more bad news.
Sunday was Eagles’ day in Philly- a chance at redemption, a chance at good news, a chance to put a smile on the face of a city that had been pouting for a day and a half. For Future Wife and me, it was mostly just a Sunday until 4:15- then it was time for the Patriots’ game- a game that was thankfully broadcasted nationally. We would not be affected in anyway by the Eagles’ game. Our allegiance to Philadelphia sports had run its course and had been shelved until next April. All we could do was put together a shopping list to have ready if the Birds lost so we’d be prepared for the looting.
Well the Eagles did lose. They lost again, for the fourth time in a row. After Boardwalk Empire (quickly becoming the best show on TV,) we briefly watched the local news and even the anchor sounded disgusted. They ran through a rundown of interviews with fans who all shared one common trait (and that doesn’t count “still looking hammered”) - these fans were pissed. They were pissed at Andy Reid, pissed at Vick and they were pissed at Eagles’ ownership. It’s a good thing today is a holiday, because I don’t think anyone in Philly would be going to work today anyway.
And more importantly, it’s a good thing I didn’t hitch my wagon to the Eagles like I did with the Phillies.
So today, amongst all the things I’m lucky for- not being an Eagles’ fan tops the list.
Go Pats.
But this morning, what I feel most lucky about is that thankfully, I am not an Eagles fan.
Upon moving to Philly a little over five years ago, I took to the Phillies largely because of my love of baseball, tied to my love of getting enthusiastic about things and finally coupled with my desire to care about something I’d be watching nearly every night from April to October. It turns out that my timing was pretty good as the Phillies current rise to prominence coincided nearly perfectly with my relocation to Philly.
Of course that made Friday night especially painful as Future Wife and I sat at an Irish bar in our neighborhood, watching the once-Fightin’ Phils loses 1-0 to the Cardinals. It was a hard game to watch and tough to see a team with so much potential go down so easily. If they had shown a little fight and maybe at some point during the game, had even scratched at the idea of coming close to scoring a run, it would have made the loss a little easier to take. But nope, the Phillies just went out- not with a bang and frankly, not even a whimper. Saying that they went out with a whimper would be giving them too much credit. For the last three to four innings of the game, no one in the bar was saying very much except for “Yes, I’ll have another,” whenever the overworked barkeep came around. Man, I thought, if only the Phillies were working as hard as the bartenders in Philly were, things would be different.
When the game ended and all that we saw was Ryan “Anti-Clutch” Howard hobbling down the line before crumpling up in a heap, the bar was silent. I looked around and people were doing one of two things- staring blankly with their mouths dropped open or shaking their head and mumbling a few inaudible curse words. In regards to feeling lucky, I was at that moment, lucky to be a Red Sox fan. It had prepared me for moments like this.
That was Friday night. Saturday was the hangover and if it hadn’t been sunny and seventy degrees and had it be rainy, windy and from a weather perspective, just overwhelmingly depressing, the city wouldn’t have made it to Sunday. The big news in the city was Occupy Philly, followed by the big question in the city- what was Occupy Philly all about? Yeah, no one really had an answer for that one. But the weather was beautiful and like any decently earned hangover, it gradually went away and we were able to move on with our lives. At some point in the afternoon, news came out that Big Ry tore his Achilles and would be out until early June at the earliest. But by then, it was almost white noise. It was like finding out that the night before in a drunken stupor you had punched a baby dolphin in the face. At that point it didn’t matter- it was just more bad news.
Sunday was Eagles’ day in Philly- a chance at redemption, a chance at good news, a chance to put a smile on the face of a city that had been pouting for a day and a half. For Future Wife and me, it was mostly just a Sunday until 4:15- then it was time for the Patriots’ game- a game that was thankfully broadcasted nationally. We would not be affected in anyway by the Eagles’ game. Our allegiance to Philadelphia sports had run its course and had been shelved until next April. All we could do was put together a shopping list to have ready if the Birds lost so we’d be prepared for the looting.
Well the Eagles did lose. They lost again, for the fourth time in a row. After Boardwalk Empire (quickly becoming the best show on TV,) we briefly watched the local news and even the anchor sounded disgusted. They ran through a rundown of interviews with fans who all shared one common trait (and that doesn’t count “still looking hammered”) - these fans were pissed. They were pissed at Andy Reid, pissed at Vick and they were pissed at Eagles’ ownership. It’s a good thing today is a holiday, because I don’t think anyone in Philly would be going to work today anyway.
And more importantly, it’s a good thing I didn’t hitch my wagon to the Eagles like I did with the Phillies.
So today, amongst all the things I’m lucky for- not being an Eagles’ fan tops the list.
Go Pats.
Minimum Intensity Tuesday Quick Hits: polo shirts, the Wire & crab cake sandwiches.
Some thoughts for a Minimum Intensity Tuesday.
There are worst things in the world than wearing a tucked in polo shirt. However, there are few things better in the world than un-tucking said polo shirt.
I think driving in the rain is worse than driving in the snow, mainly because when it’s snowing, you simply just don’t drive. Few people cancel their plans because it’s raining and they don’t want to drive.
The idea of a Phillies versus Red Sox World Series is making me more nervous by the day.
David Simon has about a week left to get another season of the Wire out or Kim and I are going to have some serious time to fill.
My favorite seasons of the Wire in order: season 3, season 4, season 1, season 5, season 2. Season two gets a bad rap and I think it’s understandable. I feel that the best way to approach the Wire if it’s your first time through the series is to skip season two and then go back to it after 5. It works in the context of the series, but as a second season, it’s too jarring. You spend the first five episodes wondering where Avon is before you realize that the season might not include him that much. Season 5 is great, even with the whole serial killer angle being a little far-fetched. Season 5 makes me thankful I took journalism classes; it helps me understand half of the dialogue that takes place in the Sun newsroom.
This summer has been the summer of two things- the summer of the crab cake sandwich and the summer of SPF 50. I’m not messing around with either one and very serious about both.
Weird thing about crab cakes is that I love crab cake sandwiches, but I find crab cakes on their own kind of boring. I don’t mess around with crabs in a shell- too much work for too little meat. That’s a lobster-homer talking.
I can’t wait to watch and follow the Patriots this season. Although if the Eagles start out 0-3 or 1-2, Philly might get burned to the ground and that will surely affect my cable.
I’ve already broken one of my fantasy football rules for this season- keeping Tony Romo. If him and his stupid hats burn me, I’ll only have myself to blame.
Future Wife and I are going to see My Morning Jacket next week and I’m stoked. I can’t decide what song I want to hear the most- probably “Dancefloors,” but I do love “Holding on to Black Metal.”
I’m still on the fence with this season of True Blood, but because I’m in love and Curb Your Enthusiasm is on after it, I’ll stick with it. I just hope they stop emasculating the vampires soon and cool it on the Hallmark Porn that is Sookie and Eric’s relationship. Jessica is becoming the Hermine of True Blood. She is getting hotter as the series goes on.
I do think it will be the Phillies and Red Sox in the World Series- but I wouldn’t rule out the following teams: Rangers, Yankees and Brewers. If the Cardinals make the playoffs, I’d keep an eye on them too.
There are very few things better in the world than drinking beers on a dock in the summer. That is a fact that cannot be disputed.
I really want to see 30 Minutes or Less, but given the frequency I go to movies combined with how long it will probably be in theaters, the outlook does not look good. It’s just one of those things.
There are worst things in the world than wearing a tucked in polo shirt. However, there are few things better in the world than un-tucking said polo shirt.
I think driving in the rain is worse than driving in the snow, mainly because when it’s snowing, you simply just don’t drive. Few people cancel their plans because it’s raining and they don’t want to drive.
The idea of a Phillies versus Red Sox World Series is making me more nervous by the day.
David Simon has about a week left to get another season of the Wire out or Kim and I are going to have some serious time to fill.
My favorite seasons of the Wire in order: season 3, season 4, season 1, season 5, season 2. Season two gets a bad rap and I think it’s understandable. I feel that the best way to approach the Wire if it’s your first time through the series is to skip season two and then go back to it after 5. It works in the context of the series, but as a second season, it’s too jarring. You spend the first five episodes wondering where Avon is before you realize that the season might not include him that much. Season 5 is great, even with the whole serial killer angle being a little far-fetched. Season 5 makes me thankful I took journalism classes; it helps me understand half of the dialogue that takes place in the Sun newsroom.
This summer has been the summer of two things- the summer of the crab cake sandwich and the summer of SPF 50. I’m not messing around with either one and very serious about both.
Weird thing about crab cakes is that I love crab cake sandwiches, but I find crab cakes on their own kind of boring. I don’t mess around with crabs in a shell- too much work for too little meat. That’s a lobster-homer talking.
I can’t wait to watch and follow the Patriots this season. Although if the Eagles start out 0-3 or 1-2, Philly might get burned to the ground and that will surely affect my cable.
I’ve already broken one of my fantasy football rules for this season- keeping Tony Romo. If him and his stupid hats burn me, I’ll only have myself to blame.
Future Wife and I are going to see My Morning Jacket next week and I’m stoked. I can’t decide what song I want to hear the most- probably “Dancefloors,” but I do love “Holding on to Black Metal.”
I’m still on the fence with this season of True Blood, but because I’m in love and Curb Your Enthusiasm is on after it, I’ll stick with it. I just hope they stop emasculating the vampires soon and cool it on the Hallmark Porn that is Sookie and Eric’s relationship. Jessica is becoming the Hermine of True Blood. She is getting hotter as the series goes on.
I do think it will be the Phillies and Red Sox in the World Series- but I wouldn’t rule out the following teams: Rangers, Yankees and Brewers. If the Cardinals make the playoffs, I’d keep an eye on them too.
There are very few things better in the world than drinking beers on a dock in the summer. That is a fact that cannot be disputed.
I really want to see 30 Minutes or Less, but given the frequency I go to movies combined with how long it will probably be in theaters, the outlook does not look good. It’s just one of those things.
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