Why Sports Matter to Me

Being a fan is hard work. It requires giving something you can’t ever get back – time.  There is a theory that I share with some friends of mine (and I’m sure countless other people I don’t know) that I’d rather spend money than time. Money is easy to get back, time, impossible.

When I watch the games and ride the roller coaster of wins, losses, listening to the smack talk from the opposition, throwing in emotions in the moments throughout the game, I consider than an investment of my most precious resource, time. So tonight my beloved Blues lost to the sports city I hate most of all (L.A.) and I am heartbroken. Not in the “oh I’ll never get over her boo hoo” but it’s season over for me. I could care less who raises the cup this year because it’s not going to be the team I invest in.

When you’re a fan you are part of a community, people you’ve never met will be social with you, you can make friends based solely on their sporting team of preference, and at the end of the day, there are enough of you trying to will your team to victory that you feel a part of something. In a day and age where communications are typed rather than spoken, friends are scattered all over the world, and work dominates it’s nice to just sit down with a beer and cheer your team on with countless other people you’ll never meet.

It helps spark conversation in people, like me, that aren’t good at conversation. Any sport I watch pulls at the stats tracking bug I have inside me. Even the rivalries can be fun if you find like minded fans.

…but why they matter most is that they’re an investment and help define a small part of who I am.

I’m a Blues fan  (/r/stlouisblues)
I’m a Chiefs fan (/r/kansascitychiefs)
I’m an Orioles fan (/r/orioles)
I’m a Timbers fan (/r/timbers)
I’m a Magic fan (/r/orlandomagic)

..none of that will ever make me any money or define my moral compass (I will not miss events that are important just to catch the game) but as a source of entertainment, social interaction, bonding, cheering, booing, and feeling all of the feelings… it’s hard to beat a close match/game where your team comes out on top. You win with them even though you’ll never see a dime, meet the players, play the sport on the biggest stage, or be in the championship photo if they ever have one.

One day I hope to see one of my teams raise a cup, win the series, win the superbowl, etc.. I can’t imagine what that feels like to finally have an investment seen through to the end.  Came close in 2009 with the Magic (fucking Lakers) and I remember that series hurting pretty bad when it was all over.  The Chiefs had a good run in 2003 but were bounced out. The Orioles have been so bad for so long (up to last year) that I don’t ever remember them being good…. and so it goes…  but I’ll keep sporting my colors, my voice, time, and emotion along with countless others and maybe one day I’ll fly out to one of those cities and know what it’s like to see a victory parade.

I will say this though – of all the sports out there I’m most passionate about the NHL. I have loved baseball since I was a toddler but nothing fires me up like a good NHL game…. and nothing stings so much as when your team is bounced from the Stanley Cup playoffs. So tonight’s loss will hurt a while but that doesn’t mean I’ll give up on the team or spew vitriol at the other teams or my own.  It was the best series and exposed what we need to do to get better next year.

Holy Getting Sick Out of Nowhere, Batman!

You guys remember on Thursday I posted (on Instagram) that it was Voodoo Thursday? That was apparently prophetic. I didn’t even get to eat one doughnut. I felt off that morning but thought it was just because I’ve been sleeping poorly.

By 10:00am I had to go home from work (I never go home from work) and several extreme bio-chemical reactions happen in my body that expel whatever contents I had in it in the quickest most appropriate fashion.

I then fell into a deep sleep for about 13 hours.

Woke up, did it all over again… back into a deep sleep.

Woke up sent an email to my boss saying I wouldn’t be in on Friday.. and another deep sleep for 5 hours.

I made the mistake of trying to eat something.

Then another 5 hour nap.

I finally got some toast to stay down last night.. but to be safe.. another 5 hour nap.

I managed to stay up a while last night after the fever broke but never felt right to try and eat again though water was sitting funny it was staying down.

I hit another deep sleep until about noon today.

…so since Wednesday night at 7:00pm PST I’ve had one piece of toast and about 3 glasses of water… and more sleep than I usually get in a month.

I don’t ever remember being so sick that I would be drenched in sweat one second then start freezing my ass off and shivering like I was outside in the wintertime naked the next second. My joints hurt,weird muscle groups hurt, and most of my body was so tender to the touch even when I tried to stay awake it was just painful.

Feeling better today, the monitor isn’t making me nauseous and I can poke myself without wincing, and I might even have an appetite. The headache isn’t gone but I’m thinking that might be a little dehydration so I’m going to start getting some fluids in my system today.

…and if I don’t wash my sheets I may gag just thinking about all the germs I’ve been rolling around in… so before I go suck on a Gatorade it’s time to start disinfecting this apartment.

TL;DR: I was super fucking sick and my apartment full of germs is creeping me out… also, I basically haven’t eaten since Wednesday.

Depression, Anxiety, and Kohl’s.

I’m not shy about talking about depression/anxiety, I think when someone is struggling with it it’s nice to reach out and let them know they may feel alone but they’re not alone in their suffering.

I try to keep it out of daily conversation and most blog posts though – I’ve attempted being an advocate in the past and you tend to get shot down in a very harsh way by people that know everything. This is true in both forms of interaction (in person/online).

I’ve encountered people that don’t believe in depression, they believe it’s a form of laziness, they think taking a deep breath and counting your blessings will make it all alright, etc.. -or- they believe in medication until you can’t feel.

I bring this up because today I had a fairly bad anxiety attack. Nothing out of the ordinary I just needed to run to Kohl’s for one item.

It started in the parking lot. I tend not to shop during peek hours, on weekends, or if there is a high chance that many people will be around. Today broke a few of those rules and the lack of room in the parking lot triggered a fairly negative response in my system.

Elevated heart rate, shortness of breathe, and overall sense that this would not go well.

I rode that wave until I parked and decided to say “fuck it, people shop here all the time, you’re not special, you can just go buy what you want and go home”

…this is not a normal through process for a lot of people, I get that. It’s part of what infuriates me so much, my body seems to betray my mind.

I go in and scope out my path (I try to take short direct routes to my destination to just get in and out – unless there is an empty aisle.. again, who the fuck does that?) and make my way back to the kitchen stuff.

I know exactly what I’m looking for (down the materials used and steel gauge) and what my comfortable price point is but none of what I’m looking for is right on the box so I have to go around feeling the pots and pans making sure they’re the right weight and construction.

I mean, how hard is it to print on the box “Tri-ply 18/10 stainless”, “safe to temperatures up to 500 degrees”, “these are the cooking surfaces that are acceptable to this cookware” and “handles are riveted”

Anyway, because I’m having to lift display models to see what I can find as far as balance, weight, construction, etc.. goes I start to feel like a freak and again heart rate goes up, blood pressure increases, I start breathing differently, and if it wouldn’t draw attention to myself I’d like to just melt into a puddle and ooze my way out the door.

Again the “why the fuck can’t you just be normal” thoughts started overcoming me and it makes it so much worse when your body is at war with your mind.

I finally just had to walk over to the baking dishes where no one was and pretend to be looking for something just to try and get my breathing proper.

I find a set a like but with no price and I don’t feel quite stable enough to ask anyone so I find a set that has a price and just grab it.

This again triggers such a negative response internally…

Now I’m walking from the back of the store to the front with this giant box on my shoulder and nobody wants to walk on the right side of the damn aisles so I’m having to play frogger and it feels like so much attention is on me I could just explode. I’m dodging strollers, people walking the wrong way, people side by side, shit in the middle of the aisle, and people stopped to talk in a group.

By this point I’m ready to just shut down. Too much chaos for me. Too much attention.

Goddamnit I need these pans though.

So I stand in line holding this box, 10 minutes later I get to the checkout lady. Bless her heart she wanted to talk to me about the Timbers game tonight (I’m wearing my Timbers shirt) and all I could offer back was “yes ma’am”, “no ma’am”, and “thank you ma’am” to any/all of her questions.

I get back to the truck and just want to sit a second to try and process and then I have people waiting for my spot and some fucking prick parked crooked next to me so I’m having to back out, pull in, back out, etc..

It’s a miserable fucking thing to me… to react with such a sense of stress over essentially.. nothing.

My head is splitting now, I’m still shaking, and I’m more pissed off at myself than ever.

I was thinking that back when I was a kid all I wanted was a normal family, I didn’t want to be the kid with divorced parents, pothead parents, or being raised by my grandparents who worked so I was the “latch key kid”. I just wanted to be normal.

Seems like I’m still searching – I just want to be a normal adult that can fucking buy pots and pans without nearly stroking out.

The Story of Becky

It started about 6 months ago with this post

Becky was the “office mom” at my first real IT Job. We hit it off famously and kept in touch over the years even though I had moved away from NC to GA, FL, back to GA, then finally OR.

She hand made a few Mother’s Day cards for me (she was into that crafty stuff they were cool) because I wanted something special for my Gram.

She worked at a firearms accessories wholesaler later in life and so we talked gun parts.

Her daughter got an English Mastiff puppy back when Leo was still alive so she’d send me pics of the puppy and always be cheerful.

When I was looking at my motorcycle she would always say that she’d have to come out for a ride. We’d go for a root beer.

…sadly the cancer took her. She’d been fighting it for years and after some close calls the doctors said she was in remission. Everyone celebrated…. but a few short weeks later it had struck again and hard. She went though every kind of treatment possible and was always the strongest most upbeat person.

If anyone could have beat cancer, I thought, it’d be Becky.

At the end she was frail, worn down physically, and said she couldn’t take the treatments anymore. They weren’t working… she wanted to spend the remaining hours on this earth with her husband and children.

This world lost Becky a few days after that. It’s been about 6 months now.

Naming my bike Becky was my way of honoring a gun totin’ granny who had a soft spot for big dogs and guys like me.

I miss her words of encouragement and her stories about trying to wrangle “that big ol’ dog” and her grandbabies.

When I get ready to go for a ride on days like today I always pat the tank and say something like “Alright Ms Becky, let’s go see something new”… just in case there is a Heaven and she could hear me.

Office Prank: Level – “Anus Lube”

Given that we work in a very multicultural environment (people from all over the states, people from all over the world) there is no consensus on how to be sick.

Some people are knocking at death’s door will show up to work.

Some people work from home.

Most people are so stressed about deadlines they come in anyway.

I tell you this because it is relevant to the prank. We all keep pump bottles of hand sanitizer on our desks. It’s just something that we do in my department.

The drawback is that they need to be replaced quite often because each time someone comes over they, without asking, pump a few squirts and rub it in. I’m fine with this but I have a coworker who isn’t.  We hatched a scheme.

Silicon lube to replace his normal stock.

First victim was our favorite German guy. He actually brought over a little travel sized bottle and said “because I always use yours I wanted to replace some of it”

(foreshadow – this was a bad time to be nice)

Before anyone could say “boo” about it he pumped three big squirts in his hands. Got about one revolution of rubbing and said “what the hell… it smells like mint… and feels like anus lube!  MY GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE ANUS LUBE AT THE OFFICE!!!!” WHY DOES YOUR ANUS LUBE SMELL OF MINTS AND CHOCOLATES?! WHY?!?!?

At this point I’m in tears of laughter, I can’t help it. This 6’4” bald man shouting “ANUS LUBE” across the office with a look of sheer terror on his face just tickled me pink.

Finally I compose myself enough to say “So that’s not hand sanitizer?” to which he promptly responds “DO YOU WISH TO SMELL MY FINGER? I SWEAR TO YOU IT’S ANUS LUBE?! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? WHAT ELSE SHOULD I CALL IT? IT’S MINTY ANUS LUBE WITH CHOCOLATES!!!!”

….if I had my guess he’s finally gotten it all off his hands but this will be a day that lives in office infamy.

Need some 1970′s Eastwood – Netflix Doesn’t Care

Why in the name of all that’s holy and not 4chan does Netflix think it’s ok to not have “The Outlaw Josey Wales”?

Seriously Netflix, get your shit together. Sometimes a man needs to see a fictional outlaw spit tobacco and sling lead at other dirty looking people.

‘MURICA (also, I love westerns)

Doughnuts – Not Even Once

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As amazing as that meal was (and it was seriously way better than I’d hoped for) if I lived near a Krystal’s I’d spend $20 on a sack full, few chili pups, a giant sweet tea, and a corn pup or two.

I’d feel like death would be a welcome release about 3 hours after consuming but it’s just been a craving I’ve had. Thankfully, I have no way to satisfy that craving way up here in the land of drizzle and bicyclists.

The diet (or whatever I’m calling it.. I hate the word diet) is rough, in fact the other day I broke down and bought four bakery doughnuts and devoured them in my truck along with an individual serving of whole milk. I felt like some weird meth addict. Overall though, aside from IJDGAF moments like that one, it’s been 3 weeks since I’ve had any fast food… which is huge. I was averaging about two meals a day from drive-thru windows since I moved here.

Also, aside from the first few days, no soda either.  Unsweetened tea (My God… is this what being a yankee feels like?), black coffee (My God… is this what being  Heavy D feels like?), and water have all I’ve been pumping in my mouth hole. I was averaging about 64 ounces of soda a day (they’re free at work and for fucks sake – Mt Dew, Pepsi, and Dr Pepper are amazing).

I’ve got another week and a few days to go before my 30 days of Paleo is up to see if it’s something I can stick with. My biggest complaint isn’t the fact that I’m having to prepare every meal it’s the cost. These last three weeks have set me back about $450 in groceries.  On the contrary if I were eating fast food it would have set me back…oh.. $420.. just in the form of about $20 a day rather than $150 chunks.

Seriously, I was spending on average $20 on food per day and that’s if I just stuck with fast food.  That shit adds up.

$140 a week x 4 weeks = $560 a month in delicious McNuggets, Sonic Drinks, and Popeye’s Chicken.

Now that I’m getting a handle on things like portion control and taming my unjustified fear of leftovers (seriously – long battle with this… stems from being a kid on foodstamps and feeling poor) I’m starting to see my grocery bill decline each trip yet my pantry and chill box stay full.

I haven’t weighed myself. I refuse to. I’m not touching the scale until the ides of March. I want to give this diet thing a chance and my exercise routine a chance to catch back up.  The last time I weighed myself I had put on every pound that I worked so hard to lose and then ten more for good measure.

Depression, injury, and the “fuck it, who do I have to look good for naked?” mentality (and the rain.. the God forsaken rain here…) derailed my path and so rather than be rash and hit the gym three hours a day until I can’t move and then eat terrible food I decided to approach it from a different angle this time – flush fast food, soda, and (most) doughnuts from my life and ease my old ass body back into workout shape… so far so good.

TL;DR – I secretly ate doughnuts like a meth head, eating Paleo is hard, and I’d shank anyone on this earth except Tumblr’s and Shakira for a sack full of Krystal burgers right now.  Also, fitness shit.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness

That all men are by nature equally free and independent, and have certain inherent rights, of which, when they enter into a state of society, they cannot, by any compact, deprive or divest their posterity; namely, the enjoyment of life and liberty, with the means of acquiring and possessing property, and pursuing and obtaining happiness and safety

-George Mason

I have stayed quiet on the topic of our government lately. I kept the faith that the American system of government would prevail and people would realize rights are at stake. As we go down the path of giving them up I fear we do so with gasoline and torches. We’ll burn the bridges and further march, most happily, toward the Police / Nanny state mentality.

Rights and freedoms are precious things and should be cherished yet we’re so accustomed to having them that fewer and fewer fight for them. We leave it to special interest groups who strike irksome and emotional altercations that further divide the nation.

We simply couldn’t fight for gay marriage as a union of concerned individuals that didn’t want our government dictating who and who we couldn’t marry – it had to get emotional and daft. It wasn’t us as a nation dictating what we wanted from our government it was us as a nation bickering, squabbling, mud slinging, and choosing sides against one another thus empowering our leadership to do the same thing.

You could say the same thing about abortion, we’re constantly fighting an argument among each other about the ethics and trying to legislate terms and conditions as if it were a piece of software or satellite television contract. As a nation we’ve not simply stood up with one voice and said “Leave the ethics to us but this is not your business to be legislated to death”.

I can be pro or anti gay marriage, pro or anti abortion, and pro or anti gun and still have the feeling that my duty as a citizen of this country is to tell the government to do what they need to do – ensure the safety and prosperity of this nation and stay the hell out of personal affairs.

It seems that the gun issue is the hot dividing flavor of the month. Pro gun leadership coming across like zealots fueled by ignorance (sure, let’s blame video games a few hundred more times and database the mentally ill… good plan… great plan). Anti gun in the media is trying to make me, as a rational and thinking human being, that there is merit that a pistol style grip will make a bullet more lethal. They’ll have you believe that because a gun looks like something you’ve seen in all the wars and conflicts since 1963 that it can reign the same kind of destruction.

You’ve got both sides lined up with their data spun to reflect just how right they are. There are meetings going on behind closed doors with anonymous leaks that I, a responsible American citizen, don’ t get to take part in. I can’t read the proposal, I can’t stand on the floor and state my stance, nor will I get a chance to have a voice to my leaders when this passes or fails.

Yet, to me, this is all part of a bigger issue in this country. We’d rather watch reality television than live in actual reality. We’re letting the few dictate the future of many, we’re letting the television raise our children, we’re watching the government giving out billions to banks and asking “where is mine?”.

At the same time we’ve been fighting  a tough economy for years and the American dream of owning property, owning a business, and building a better life for our children has been replaced with terrible loans that should have never been given leaving people homeless, WalMart’s, Applebee’s, and Home Depot’s dominating the suburban landscape leaving little to no room for American’s to make a life except for being a cog in the corporate machine.

Our schools aren’t preparing our children for life, the majority come out not understanding the importance of things like credit scores or how to read contracts. There is an overwhelming feeling from high school students of “what now?” but more alarming is the amount of college students leaving school and saying “what now?”.

We’re bickering over the size of magazines in firearms and worried about something called a Honey Boo Boo. We’re not taught the importance of global activity on local economy. We’re not taught what it means if Israel goes to war. We don’t know what it means, as a nation, when the Greek economy fell to pieces.

We just know there’s a bunch of gays that want to marry, women are sluts and want abortions, and keep your hands off my gun…

-or-

“I’m here, I’m queer, deal with it”, “the Government has no business in my vagina”, and “why do you need assault weapons?

…and then we all go to Walmart for groceries, some terrible chain restaurant for dinner, and talk about going to Ikea over the weekend.

When you compare the rest of the world to America we’re dumber, fatter, sadder, and consume more pills. We’re over stressed, under rested, and each class feels some invisible burden to take care of the classes below them.

How many times to you hear people complain about “giving my paycheck to those worthless drug addicts on welfare?” or similar..

We’re in a state of cultural warfare, class warfare, and religious warfare among each other and we drown our stress in fast food, long hours, pent up communications, undiagnosed mental illness (and the stigmas against it), watching The Biggest Loser and dreading work tomorrow.

We’ll all have opinions on the hot issues being ramrodded by the media and flooding our airwaves with trite comments that, if you really listen, talk to us like we’re stupid or state their opinion as fact.  Yet no one will step back and look and who we have mediating these wars we fight each day…

A government full of lawyers and businessmen. Politicians that had money for the better ad campaign and said what you wanted to hear during election season.

What do they know about being truck drivers, teachers, helpdesk workers, single mothers, scientists, engineers, police officers, or any of the thousands of professions that makeup this country? If those folks can’t get elected so we all have a voice then tell me why the government made of students of law (that doesn’t seem to apply to them) that answer to lobbiests and special interest groups  should be in charge of telling me how many bullets I can keep in my gun? Why should they be telling anyone what they can or cannot do when it comes to civil/human rights?

Life

Liberty

Property

Happiness

Safety

…things that we’re guaranteed the pursuit of without being hindered. Yet we, as the people who are having our rights taken away, don’t care to stand up and say “ENOUGH!”. Maybe it’s because in all our years in the education system we never were taught how, maybe it’s because we have images of fire hoses and Kent State in our brain when we think about protesting those in charge, or maybe it’s because we have mouths to feed and getting out of bed tomorrow is going to be hard enough without taking on the government.

I fear as we lose our rights we also lose our voice because it’s gone horse and now falls on deaf ears from fighting one another so hard.

We are a diverse nation beset by corporate ideology, poor educational systems, massive debt, and no true and strong voice telling the government to simply govern the safety, infrastructure, and economy of this once great nation and stop being our nanny. I say this without sarcasm or exaggeration, it breaks my heart and I feel powerless to do anything about it.

Question for Pipe Smokers

I’m looking for a good tobacco storage system. Right now I’m using the little metal moisture discs and keeping the tobacco either in its original tin or in the pouch (see also: ziplock baggie) that it was sold in.

I need a more organized solution, I tend to rotate my tobacco fairly infrequently but like to have 8-10 on hand at any given time.

My cigars fit nice and neat and store well in the humidor but the pipe tobacco is simply too bulky.

I’d love to know what kind of storage solutions you guys use.

That Was Exciting

…I just pulled my gun on someone walking into my house. I was in the bedroom laying down and heard this scratching at my door and then the handle turn and start to open slowly… I grabbed my .45 as the door was fully opened.

Poor little lady about shit herself.

She started saying “WRONG APARTMENT! WRONG APARTMENT!” with a little dog on the leash.

I immediately put my piece down… but holy fuck… who just comes in someone’s house.. if you’re not sure fucking knock.

She closed the door (not all the way just enough to GTFO) and left. Kind of a surreal moment.

I never put my finger on the trigger (just the guard) and as soon as I realized she wasn’t a threat I holstered the weapon but damn… 10 minutes later and it finally hit me and I’m shaking a little. Uncomfortable feeling having a firearm full of .45ACP hollow points pointed at another human being. Sure as hell glad I didn’t like that feeling.

I can’t imagine how she feels – some dude with a crazy ass beard coming around the corner with a full size 1911 pointed at you from 8 feet away.. I thought about going after her just to see if she was ok but I think it would have made the situation much worse so I just let her go.

Keep Portland Weird indeed…

Blind Pilot

Not the band.. me, tonight.  Here is the story (and I un-edited it from the FB post)

…and out of nowhere a blanket of thick ass fog set in.

I stopped my post work de-stress motorcycle ride for some grub, came outside and couldn’t see anything but fog with all these damn lights around here. (Another thing I hate about living in the city – fucking lights everywhere)

About 10 feet out of the parking lot my goggles fogged over and had so much precipitation on them I was using road reflectors to guide me home. They seriously were wet like a beer that’s been out of the cooler on a summer day. I couldn’t see shit except basic shapes and the glare from headlights, tail lights, street lights, business sign lights, and apparently this little light of mine (I’m gonna let that motherfucker shine).

Felt both terrified and very much alive (w/ excitement). Almost erection worthy that my life was hanging in the balance of fate – I couldn’t take the glasses off because the wind/water at 45mph was blinding… leaving them on at least let me makeout shapes but they would NOT stay clear. My body heat plus the insane drop in temperature outside simply wouldn’t allow it.  (Think your car windshield on a cold morning – fogged over)

Got home and my helmet is soaked, leathers are soaked, beard is soaked, and my crotch (from the opening in the chaps) is soaked.. the only thing that’s dry are my damn eyelashes and ass. So the glasses kept the water off my eyelashes and the seat kept the water off my ass. My crotch feels like I was humping in polar bear habitat. (Sorry meyechael)

I think it’s time to go full face helmet, weather is changing too damn much this time of year here and I’ve got some anti-fog tech on that.

The funny thing is now that I’ve stopped pacing and laughing like an idiot I just realized that the little episode I just had killed the stress I was carrying today.

Then, because Karma is a filthy whore with the name of a stripper from Atlanta, my boss calls to grill me on all the shit that happened today after he left (he’s in CST) for the day.  Poof. Just like that, 10 minutes after I’m relaxed that happens.

Each and every day I have like this makes me want to point that fucker (the bike not my boss) and drive until I see a Bojangles and then find a job (not at Bojangles).  The responsible adult in me will never do that but I’ve got the route saved in my google maps just in case my impulse self says “fuck you responsible adult”.

TL;DR – I was driving blind on my motorcycle and fuck work.

Fellow #Chiefs Fans

I’m not sure why everyone is so shocked by this.. we knew who RAC was from his time in Cleveland, we knew the depth on the team was puddle deep, and we knew the team was a little fragile and injuries would derail us quickly.

We knew the QB situation was terrible, we knew what the OC was based on his previous gigs, and we’ve seen what Pioli looks like without a Belichick. Our first round pick this year (like many others) is showing no sign of being deserving of that selection.

We also knew that our record hasn’t exactly been stellar the last, oh, 15 years or so has been mediocre.

  • 1997 – 13-3 (Won the division)
  • 1998 – 7-9
  • 1999 – 9-7
  • 2000 – 7-9
  • 2001 – 6-10
  • 2002 – 8-8
  • 2003 – 13-3 (Won the division)
  • 2004 – 7-9
  • 2005 – 10-6
  • 2006 – 9-7
  • 2007 – 4-12
  • 2008 – 2-14
  • 2009 – 4-12
  • 2010 – 10-6 (Won the division)
  • 2011 – 7-9 (I still can’t believe we won 7 games last year)
  • 2012 – 1-7 (so far)

It seems this team has one good year every few years and then slumps hard. We roll over from regime to regime in a constant state of “rebuild” or “repair”. We’ve seen schemes switched, coordinators fly out the door on a year over year basis… there is no consistency with this team in the right spots to maximize talent.

Next year, we’ll do it again.

I’m upset, I’m angry, I’m embarrassed to wear my Chiefs gear to work, but I knew going into this year it was boom or bust. It’s bust.

I’ll keep watching the train wreck in hopes that Clark will get it right the next time and his new GM will get the right coaches in and the coaches will motivate the players to play to the talent level they’re capable of.

TL;DR – no one should be surprised, our history tells us we’re not good.

Ryan – Biden: Round 1

Watched the debate after some much needed xbox time. I don’t necessarily think Biden “won” anything – he simply used a lot of snark and we seem attracted to that. I don’t think Ryan “won” either – there were too many questions that weren’t answered or went back to a passive aggressive style of bashing the current regime.

Moderator: Mr Ryan – what is your plan to scramble this egg?

Ryan: Well we don’t want to exclude the middle class chicken farmers from medicare like the Obamacare may in 2037 – but in our five year plan people can still eat eggs. In fact we’ll give you the option of large eggs, extra large eggs, brown eggs, and organic free range if you’re under 45 – that way you’ll always have a choice of eggs… Obama over the last four years hasn’t eaten an egg and has raised their cost to boot.

Biden: My friend, as you are aware, is an asshole and I have dentures older than he is – but let me say this, Obama LOVES the chicken farmers. My mother was a chicken farmer. My father also ate eggs. To be clear, Ryan is an asshole…and not really my friend

Portland Has Good Food

Finally found some good food that was not burger (Helvetia Tavern) or Indian (Swagat). I’ve tried a ton of BBQ joints around here and they’ve all disappointed in one way or another to the point that I never really cared to go back.

All lacking.

Podnah’s Pit BBQ is fantastic.  The last post I made detailed why.

Screen Door - another nice place. The concept I think is better than the actual food but the sweet tea was the real deal and the chicken was done right. I think they have a little bit of an off concept of what red beans and rice should be but their mud pie made up for that.

I think, though, for my future chicken needs, I’ll be headed back to Pine State Biscuits. I can’t help it that I love the McIsley so much. Their fried green tomatoes are better than Screen Door’s as well.

[Video]15 Minutes of my 2 Hour Ride

Here is the part where we go from the gas station by my house out into the farmlands.  The first 6 minutes or so are mostly traffic lights.  That will give you an idea of why it takes me 15 minutes to get to work (I work less than 3 miles from my apartment) each day.  Lights out here in suburbia are just crazy.

(This is a link to the site it’s hosted on complete w/ GPS and speed data)