as another year winds to an end, my first inclination is to reminisce about all of the great sporting feats that have occurred this year. I'm currently watching the final bengals game, and the fact that i'm writing this as the game is going on should tell you how disappointing the season has been. you've got one more year marvin. one more year. show me that defensive mastermind side of your psyche because i've been waiting five years for it to be unleashed.
anyway, i've realized over the past couple of years how much more i appreciate the intricacies and soap opera-like identity of sports. i used to live and die with my local teams. my sunday would be ruined, or severely injured, if the bengals lost. i was too dependent on my teams. last night, however, i was able to witness history, and i was all for it. as the patriots were putting a stamp on an unprecedented 16-0 season, i found myself rooting for them to make history because i wanted to see it. most people i know, minus a select one or two (justin), didn't want to see the patriots finish the perfect season. why not? does anyone else not think that it's amazing that you just got to watch a football season in which a team went undefeated. i don't know about you, but i wasn't alive in 72 to see the dolphins go 14-0, which by the way is not 16-0, so fuck em anyway.
i wanted to see barry bonds break the home run record. when he did it, i was literally upset i didn't get to see it happen live (damn west coast start times). it's like the climax to a long, intricate novel. i don't often read a 500 page novel so i can toss it aside with 50 pages left and say "fuck this." see it through to the end. if you enjoyed it enough to make it that far, you may as well finish it up. regardless of the ethics of the bonds situation, i was still able to witness history. i know this all sounds overblown and ridiculous, but i'm passionate about this shit, and therefore want to partake in the historical moments of the substance i spend so much of my brainpower concentrating on.
ESPN is my news network. i'm almost 27 and really have no interest in watching CNN or the nightly news. don't get me wrong, i stay informed, but i'd be lying if i didn't say that i'd probably rather watch a division II college basketball quarterfinal than an update on which way the contingency of voters is leaning in the state of iowa concerning the democratic nomination. barf. i mean come on, just look at everything that has happened this year aside from the aforementioned spectacles: michael vick and his dogs, the nba reffing scandal, brett favre, tom brady, and randy moss breaking records, the colorado rockies!, the red sox winning another!? championship, the mitchell report, peyton manning getting his superbowl, roger clemens' "alleged" doping (which i've been calling for years by the way), the debacle that has been the college football season (fuck the BCS), and dozens more. constant adrenaline. if i could sit at a round table for 10 hour days, watching and talking about sports, i'd be happy. i wouldn't even mind that extra two hours of work. wouldn't bother me a bit. you don't even have to give me a lunch break. no problem.
the football seasons are wrapping up, college and nba basketball are in full swing, and the ultimate soap opera that is the baseball season is lurking in the shadows. fucking beautiful.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
top ten of 2007.
albums.
1. les savy fav - let's stay friends
2. pissed jeans - hope for men
3. the black lips - good bad not evil
4. battles - mirrored
5. blitzen trapper - wild mountain nation
6. band of horses - cease to begin
7. dillinger escape plan - ire works
8. justice - cross
9. the national - boxer
10. maserati -inventions for the new season
that's my list. it's pretty much exactly right.
1. les savy fav - let's stay friends
2. pissed jeans - hope for men
3. the black lips - good bad not evil
4. battles - mirrored
5. blitzen trapper - wild mountain nation
6. band of horses - cease to begin
7. dillinger escape plan - ire works
8. justice - cross
9. the national - boxer
10. maserati -inventions for the new season
that's my list. it's pretty much exactly right.
Friday, December 7, 2007
five reasons.
why it's difficult to wake up in the morning.
1. having to make breakfast. i'm not much of a bowl of cereal person. i want deliciousness that has been cooked. i always wake up hungry as hell in the morning, and it's always a struggle to fight that hunger down long enough to make some eggs and hashbrowns. sound lazy? well, at least i make my breakfast. do you? i hope to one day have some sort of indentured servant from a neglected european country flipping pancakes for me when i wake up. i'll walk out of my room, sit down, turn on ESPN, and immediately be served some elaborate croissant accompanied by other various breakfast treats. god yes.
2. convincing myself to exercise. again, another motivation problem. i have plenty of motivation to get shit done, but there's always that second or two in which you're like "i really don't feel putting five layers of shirts and sweatshirts on to go running in 25 degree weather." fuck you people with good metabolism. i shit on you. i want to eat a deep fried cream puff stuffed with ding dong's and oatmeal cream pies and not feel like utter shit afterwards. but i gots them fat genes running through my family's blood. huge bummer right?
3. going to work and selling colors. duh.
4. depriving myself of the fantasticosity (i made that word up) that is smoking. let me preface this by saying that i live with one of the most accomplished smokers i have ever met. he puts a lot of work into perfecting his craft and goddamn if he isn't well on his way to stardom. i painstakingly aspire to be like him and with each cigarette i refuse, i disappoint him just a little more. it's tough man. anyway, i barely smoke at all anymore. i will admit that if i have a few adult beverages in me, things change, and the sweet, golden elixir that is nicotine often finds its way into my voraciously coursing blood stream. you'll have that though. it's better than getting utterly shithoused and going home with the hobo that lives in the alleyway behind the bar. right? but yeah, the myths are all true pertaining to quitting/cutting back. you feel better in the morning, are able to breathe easier, and maybe even retain some sense of taste. neat.
5. having to watch 5,000 frank tv commercials. and here's another preface. when james cameron's "epic masterpiece" know as titanic came out, i vowed never to watch it for as long as i lived. it gets pretty exhausting being bombarded from every angle by a dynamic array of hype and reviews which diligently work to crown a melodramatic love story with a ship sinking in the background as being one of cinema's truly great romances. you couldn't escape the bullshit that this movie spewed forth, and people were creaming their pants over it. made me sick then and i still refuse to see it. i rule. now enter frank tv. during the baseball playoffs (october) on tbs, the network decided to fucking flood, and later drown, the senses of the devoted sports fan with a disgusting onslaught of frank tv promotion which wasn't scheduled to premiere for a month (late november). a fucking month. well, the piece of shit has premiered and guess what? they're still putting that impersonating shithead in every commercial break. i absolutely refuse to watch five seconds of that show. i usually even turn over when the commercial comes on. let's get it together tbs. do you need me to come work there and show you how to promote a show? actually, can i just severely injure frank caliwhateverthefuckhislastnameis and put the american public out of its collective misery?
fired up.
next installment - five reasons why i love waking up in the morning.
1. having to make breakfast. i'm not much of a bowl of cereal person. i want deliciousness that has been cooked. i always wake up hungry as hell in the morning, and it's always a struggle to fight that hunger down long enough to make some eggs and hashbrowns. sound lazy? well, at least i make my breakfast. do you? i hope to one day have some sort of indentured servant from a neglected european country flipping pancakes for me when i wake up. i'll walk out of my room, sit down, turn on ESPN, and immediately be served some elaborate croissant accompanied by other various breakfast treats. god yes.
2. convincing myself to exercise. again, another motivation problem. i have plenty of motivation to get shit done, but there's always that second or two in which you're like "i really don't feel putting five layers of shirts and sweatshirts on to go running in 25 degree weather." fuck you people with good metabolism. i shit on you. i want to eat a deep fried cream puff stuffed with ding dong's and oatmeal cream pies and not feel like utter shit afterwards. but i gots them fat genes running through my family's blood. huge bummer right?
3. going to work and selling colors. duh.
4. depriving myself of the fantasticosity (i made that word up) that is smoking. let me preface this by saying that i live with one of the most accomplished smokers i have ever met. he puts a lot of work into perfecting his craft and goddamn if he isn't well on his way to stardom. i painstakingly aspire to be like him and with each cigarette i refuse, i disappoint him just a little more. it's tough man. anyway, i barely smoke at all anymore. i will admit that if i have a few adult beverages in me, things change, and the sweet, golden elixir that is nicotine often finds its way into my voraciously coursing blood stream. you'll have that though. it's better than getting utterly shithoused and going home with the hobo that lives in the alleyway behind the bar. right? but yeah, the myths are all true pertaining to quitting/cutting back. you feel better in the morning, are able to breathe easier, and maybe even retain some sense of taste. neat.
5. having to watch 5,000 frank tv commercials. and here's another preface. when james cameron's "epic masterpiece" know as titanic came out, i vowed never to watch it for as long as i lived. it gets pretty exhausting being bombarded from every angle by a dynamic array of hype and reviews which diligently work to crown a melodramatic love story with a ship sinking in the background as being one of cinema's truly great romances. you couldn't escape the bullshit that this movie spewed forth, and people were creaming their pants over it. made me sick then and i still refuse to see it. i rule. now enter frank tv. during the baseball playoffs (october) on tbs, the network decided to fucking flood, and later drown, the senses of the devoted sports fan with a disgusting onslaught of frank tv promotion which wasn't scheduled to premiere for a month (late november). a fucking month. well, the piece of shit has premiered and guess what? they're still putting that impersonating shithead in every commercial break. i absolutely refuse to watch five seconds of that show. i usually even turn over when the commercial comes on. let's get it together tbs. do you need me to come work there and show you how to promote a show? actually, can i just severely injure frank caliwhateverthefuckhislastnameis and put the american public out of its collective misery?
fired up.
next installment - five reasons why i love waking up in the morning.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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