Yesterday was my birthday, which I viewed as an exception to my weekend "don't write too much" rule. I had something to say, and it wouldn't have worked as well the day after my birthday.
And since today I don't want to write anything, I'm moving my brevity rule to Monday just this once, because I can, because I don't feel guilty about breaking my own rules because I'm incredibly lazy and don't hold myself to a high standard.
Two quick subjects:
Obviously, the NFL was waiting to present me with a birthday gift after making me hate the season by week 13 when Aaron Rodgers had to get a concussion and screw my fantasy team over (yes, I am one of those people who cares about fantasy football too much, but there was money involved, and I enjoy money)
The Jets lost on my birthday. Rex Ryan looked like he was going to cry on my birthday. I feel like there are karmic forces in the world, and I must've done something great to have that happen. If only I had saved a bus of orphans somehow, karma might've paid me back by having the Jets lose to the Chargers. Something to shoot for next year, I guess.
Also, the Saturday before my birthday, I got Iced. During said Icing, my brother joked that Icing is past its prime. Some people I talked to about the Icing also responded in the negative.
I say nay. It was fun, still enjoyable. This is because my friends and I only do it on special occasions, such as birthdays or when someone deserves it.
Icing a bro can still be very fun. In moderation.
Showing posts with label Rex Ryan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rex Ryan. Show all posts
Monday, January 24, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Expectation
I made it to my second weekend, which means brief posts. Hooray for that.
I type this as I watch the Steelers-Ravens game, which is important to note because this game is bug-nuts. It's really really fun to watch (so why am I typing? I know, I know) because everyone seems to be really angry and aggressive. A tackle for a loss right now just looked like a freaking wrestling grapple, and the Raven responsible turned to the crowd and told them to quiet down a bit. It's awesome and entertaining.
Yet no one gave a shit about it because of stupid stupid Rex Ryan and his stupid words coming from his stupid mouth. This sounds juvenile, but I have a rather juvenile level of hatred for stupid-face Rex Ryan.
This weeks playoffs match ups in the AFC can teach us a valuable lesson in expectation. The fun involved in something is exponential if you don't really expect much from it. Meanwhile, much like Miami Vice after watching the unbelievably entertaining (or douchey, if you're a hipster), the Pats-Jets game can only disappoint. Either the Pats kill the Jets and everyone is like "yeah, that was expected and technically proficient, but whatever," or the Jets win and everyone is massively disappointed.
So I'm just going to enjoy the crap out of this game.
I type this as I watch the Steelers-Ravens game, which is important to note because this game is bug-nuts. It's really really fun to watch (so why am I typing? I know, I know) because everyone seems to be really angry and aggressive. A tackle for a loss right now just looked like a freaking wrestling grapple, and the Raven responsible turned to the crowd and told them to quiet down a bit. It's awesome and entertaining.
Yet no one gave a shit about it because of stupid stupid Rex Ryan and his stupid words coming from his stupid mouth. This sounds juvenile, but I have a rather juvenile level of hatred for stupid-face Rex Ryan.
This weeks playoffs match ups in the AFC can teach us a valuable lesson in expectation. The fun involved in something is exponential if you don't really expect much from it. Meanwhile, much like Miami Vice after watching the unbelievably entertaining (or douchey, if you're a hipster), the Pats-Jets game can only disappoint. Either the Pats kill the Jets and everyone is like "yeah, that was expected and technically proficient, but whatever," or the Jets win and everyone is massively disappointed.
So I'm just going to enjoy the crap out of this game.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Please Shut Up, Rex Ryan
In 2007, there were a simple set of rules dictating a nascent San Diegan football fan (that isn't to say newborn, but more someone whose friends forced him into joining a fantasy football league two years prior and developed a genuine affection for the sport). These rules were:
And you would think it would make the NFL more fun, having a buncha idiotic goofs making outlandishly stupid statements while winning, waiting for some team whom no one really pays much attention to defy odds and ruin Superbowl chances. I would vote for the Falcons to be this team, but I don't want to jinx anyone, so I politely decline taking sides. Except, I want the Jets to lose, that's about the only thing I care about this playoffs.
This is fair stance to take for two reasons: Rex Ryan is a loudmouthed idiot, and who likes loudmouthed idiots, and they ruined LT and Mark Sanchez for me. LT is now a smug shadow of his former self who revels in his old home's football woes, and Sanchez' good looks and swagger are now just douchey based solely on the fact that his team's mouthpiece is a fat man who can somehow insult Tom Brady when there is absolutely no need to. This would have been great in 2007, but now it just comes across as obnoxious.
The 2007 Patriots were the villains of Christopher Nolan's Gotham City. Nowadays, the Jets are the stuff of the Adam West world of Batman. It's a whole lot campier, and less engaging.
For example, when Rex Ryan says "it's personal" when taking on the Colts and Peyton Manning (then inexplicably praising Manning the next week), it just sounds stupid.
Imagine if Belichick said a game was personal. That'd be a little frightening; you'd think it might be possible that he would use his mind to make the opposition's quarterback's head explode, Scanners style.
It was a lot more fun when there was an unstoppable juggernaut of evil that everyone could root against. Now we have the loudmouthed, obnoxious bad guys from 80s college films that thought themselves to be smart.
It's gotten so bad that I actually sided with Tom Brady when he said he hated the Jets and wouldn't support watching "Hard Knocks".
Let's see that again: I sided with Tom Brady.
I hate Tom Brady. He's too good looking and great at things I'm terrible at.
You see what these Jets are doing to me?
For the sake of my mental health, please, shut up Rex Ryan.
*I wrote foot-in-mouth as a flow of consciousness thing. I then gasped at my inadvertent cleverness, given the recent foot fetishism of Rex Ryan, and reveled in said inadvertent cleverness for several minutes. Then I ate a sandwich. That might explain the disjointedness of this blog.
- Tom Brady, Bill Belichick, and the entity known as the New England Patriots really kind of sucked, not so much for their play (couldn't really argue they weren't good), but how they conducted their selves so mercilessly
- LaDanian Tomlinson was the coolest person ever for being a nice guy and tremendously gifted athlete
- If you were a student at USC, you pretty much had to root for SC players in the NFL regardless of what team they were on.
- No one really had to care about the Jets, as their quarterback was either Chad Pennington or Kellen Clemens (I really don't remember), and Vernon Gholston was quickly amounting to someone whose name bloggers wouldn't remember how to spell correctly
And you would think it would make the NFL more fun, having a buncha idiotic goofs making outlandishly stupid statements while winning, waiting for some team whom no one really pays much attention to defy odds and ruin Superbowl chances. I would vote for the Falcons to be this team, but I don't want to jinx anyone, so I politely decline taking sides. Except, I want the Jets to lose, that's about the only thing I care about this playoffs.
This is fair stance to take for two reasons: Rex Ryan is a loudmouthed idiot, and who likes loudmouthed idiots, and they ruined LT and Mark Sanchez for me. LT is now a smug shadow of his former self who revels in his old home's football woes, and Sanchez' good looks and swagger are now just douchey based solely on the fact that his team's mouthpiece is a fat man who can somehow insult Tom Brady when there is absolutely no need to. This would have been great in 2007, but now it just comes across as obnoxious.
The 2007 Patriots were the villains of Christopher Nolan's Gotham City. Nowadays, the Jets are the stuff of the Adam West world of Batman. It's a whole lot campier, and less engaging.
For example, when Rex Ryan says "it's personal" when taking on the Colts and Peyton Manning (then inexplicably praising Manning the next week), it just sounds stupid.
Imagine if Belichick said a game was personal. That'd be a little frightening; you'd think it might be possible that he would use his mind to make the opposition's quarterback's head explode, Scanners style.
It was a lot more fun when there was an unstoppable juggernaut of evil that everyone could root against. Now we have the loudmouthed, obnoxious bad guys from 80s college films that thought themselves to be smart.
It's gotten so bad that I actually sided with Tom Brady when he said he hated the Jets and wouldn't support watching "Hard Knocks".
Let's see that again: I sided with Tom Brady.
I hate Tom Brady. He's too good looking and great at things I'm terrible at.
You see what these Jets are doing to me?
For the sake of my mental health, please, shut up Rex Ryan.
*I wrote foot-in-mouth as a flow of consciousness thing. I then gasped at my inadvertent cleverness, given the recent foot fetishism of Rex Ryan, and reveled in said inadvertent cleverness for several minutes. Then I ate a sandwich. That might explain the disjointedness of this blog.
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