It seems all that’s plastered over the news these days is the obesity crisis. Granted, I don’t watch or read news, but that’s my general sense as I flick past these channels in search of SportsCenter. Michelle Obama is up in arms about childhood obesity, and everyone needs to embrace fitness and a healthy way of living. My question is, very simply, why? Full Crazy Text
Bill Belichick: Honorary Poker Player
As a resident of New England, I have followed the Patriots and Belichick’s career since the moment he took over as New England head coach. What hasn’t been said about this guy? He’s been called a genius, and the best coach of all time. He’s been called a fraud, and a cheater for the Spygate controversies. He seems to willfully spit in the face of anyone near him, whether it be the press, rival teams, or anyone who dares second guess him. Yet the one thing nobody seems to recognize is, Bill Belichick exhibits all the classic signs of a championship stakes poker player. Full Crazy Text
Pro Bowl: List or Flag, Period
Everything about the Pro Bowl is wrong. The entire rationale for it, aside from one more opportunity to squeeze cash out of the American viewing public like were all a collective $9B sponge, is flawed and stupid. The Pro Bowl, as a game, should never be played ever again. Full Crazy Text
Posted in Amateur and Professional Sporting Worlds, Entertainment, Rants, Spew Philosophy
Tagged Awful, Pro Bowl
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Baldness and Other White People Problems
Last night I Netflixed a film called HappyThankYouMorePlease, a pretty heavy-handed and overdone piece of work presumably intended to be Josh Radnor’s Garden State. While I could devote an entire post to what amounts in my mind to a pseudo-indie failure, I’d prefer to focus on an unspoken concept raised in the film: in our culture, anything pertaining to female baldness, both the event or any solution to it is acceptable, whereas either is criminal and unacceptable in the case of men. Full Crazy Text
R.I.P., English Language
People not correctly using the language, inventing words, or misspelling things drives me up a tree. I realize fully that this complaint opens up this post and all others to unwanted scrutiny, as I seldom check spelling or proofread these rants. Nonetheless, there are a chunk of expressions and pronunciations that are absolutely annoying as hell to me, so here’s ten of them in a language rant. Full Crazy Text
The Sport of Kings
Nobody like getting older. Aside from that 20 year-old whose birthday hits on a Saturday just 5 days away, pretty much everyone, for the most part would prefer to not age. Everything just goes. You don’t heal as quickly, or at all. Memory starts to lapse, and your mind begins to go. Even though in theory, your quality of life with respect to your job, romantic involvements and situation with children all improve (again….in theory), your body really just is, after a certain point, in an unending state of decay.
Cheerful, I know. Right now, I’m 25 years old. It’s a weird time to be thinking about this. Even though friends my age are saying they’re getting old, I don’t really worry. Because I’m not at “huge contract” age yet. I generally gauge my youth relative youth, among other things based on the professional sporting world. For example, if I think I’m beginning to accomplish things in life, then I get sad, as I think about people like Rafael Nadal. However, as far as my youth goes, I look at MLB. Usually around 27-28, that’s when players get their huge, 10 year, quarter-billion dollar deal. That means teams feel like you’re in the prime of your youth and career, with many good years ahead of you before your professional career is over. Beyond that, theoretically you’ve got another 50-60 ahead of you. So if I’m 2-3 years before that 10 year deal takes place, for now it’s not worth worrying about. Full Crazy Text
Posted in Amateur and Professional Sporting Worlds, Spew Philosophy
Tagged Aging, Beer Pong, College, Vegas
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Doomsday Possibly the Worst Thing to Happen to the World
Bold, I know. From what I gather from theorists, it could come in any form, but it is coming. Black hole, geomagnetic reversal, aliens, solar flares, something. And by the end of it we’ll all be dead. Or enslaved, or something. Still, as I mentioned in a previous post, the world ending in the abstract to me is pretty uninteresting. What concerns me most of all with all of these doomsday hypotheses, whether believed or mocked, is that it will make 2012 our most annoying year to date. Full Crazy Text
