9:45 a.m.
• Well, I guess I really can celebrate Independence Day today since just minutes ago I made the final payment to that $22k credit card debt the better half accumulated over the years. I really should have just spread it out over July and August, but I’m so sick of seeing that shit on my statement I wanted it gone. Took about 13 months to pay this bitch off. Uh, yay and stuff. Part of me is pissed when I think what could have been done with that money instead of feeding it into a black hole, but now the black hole has been fed and I don’t have to worry about it anymore – or at least until Mrs. kkk decides she can be trusted with finances again.
8:05 p.m.
• It's not even five minutes into the new "Ghost Whisperer" and the better half is already yelling out "Fuck you!" to the television. Not even the voice of Micheal Savage up here in the second-floor computer room can drown out her cries of rage coming from the first-floor living room. What's going on with this show? Don't ask.
"Ghost Whisperer." Michael Savage. No wonder kkk Jr. decided to off herself in the womb.
10:30 p.m.
• I don't pay much attention to the NBA and the money issues of teams. I do hear about how some teams are more concerned with clearing salary cap room than trying to be competitive on the court, and I guess if you are trying to think "big picture" then it might be necessary. But seriously, if you are a Knicks fan, why would you even bother following this team for the next several years?
I mean, I've constantly heard the "wait 'till next year" often enough, especially since the Pirates are my hometown team (actually, they don't even bother to say that anymore), but to dump players and free up cap room for the possibility of getting a big name in 2010?!
Then again, I don't live in an NBA city, so what do I know? I'm sure the people they traded away probably won't make the Knicks much better than they would be without them. Who knows. Who cares.I remember back in the 1990s some people actually thought Shittsburgh could support a professional basketball team. Too bad they could never get enough people to attend an NBA preseason game. Oh, and then there was some minor-league team called the Piranhas that lasted a season or two.
Check that. Make it a season. Hey, at least they made it to the finals in their year of existence.
Hmm, there is also a Pittsburgh Piranhas women's hockey organization. OK.
• Ha. I was right. When watching ESPN this morning, the "draft experts" are busting on the Texans for not taking Reggie Bush. OMG what is wrong with them (Tom Jackson or Michael Irvin, I can’t remember which one, called him a player you only see “once-in-a-lifetime.”). Why, if they drafted Reggie then the could contend for the AFC South with the Colts and Jags. Some ESPN schmoe also said that if they would have drafted Bush then the Texans would have one of the most imposing offenses in the league. Funny, I remember other teams that recently drafted for offense -- Detroit and Arizona -- and look how great they turned out.
Like I've said before, I have no clue as to who any of these college players are, but it seems like many teams in the early first round did well with their pics, I guess. The Steelers moved a few slots up to get some hippie receiver from Ohio State. Uh, yay, I guess. Of course, I found out about this pick when turning on the late-night news and also seeing people tailgating outside of Heinz Field and a wedding party outside waving Terrible Towels. The sports talk radio should be interesting this upcoming week, considering most people had the Steelers pegged as drafting Lendall White from USC. In the end, I guess this was the best pick for the Steelers, considering they had lost two of the top three receivers over the past couple of years -- Plaxico Burress and Antowain Randel-El.
Oh, and I also find it funny that Vince Young and White are going to play on the same team, provided both survive training camp.
• I heard on the radio that some commies from Carnegie Mellon University created this video game on how to achieve peace in the Middle East. Basically, you take either the side of the Muslims or Jews and you have to react to situations, whether they are homicide bombers blowing up Israeli nightclubs or demolition crews flattening some Palestinian house. Oh, I'm sure this game is non-linear. Let's see. React with force when Abdul blows up a cafe -- GAME OVER.
• In my area a local topic has been brewing up over a different kind of draft. In a yuppie school district, some kids created this "Top 25 chicks" list of girls from their school and has graded each of them on all the important things, like breast size, derrieres, whether they put out, etc. Well, some people in the area are shocked and appalled over this, and some parents are demanding justice, even saying this is the equivalent of "written rape." Personally, I find the whole thing funny as hell, and I’m sure this is only motivating other boys from neighboring school districts to created one of these newsletters. Note to offended parents: If you think a "draft" like this is bad, you should hear what it's like in a school locker room, or in the basement of a kids house when him and his friends are talking about the opposite sex.
• When watching various first-round NHL Playoff games this past week, I have to say that some of my favorite crowds are from western Canada, particularly Edmonton and Calgary. Not only are they loud, but also they really seem to get into the action, which in many instances make the game even more enjoyable to watch.
• I get that the NHL isn't the most popular league out there. I get that their cable home, OLN, isn't high up on many people's station line-ups. But for God's sake Michael Wilbon, if you can't figure out how to search for a freaking cable channel then thank Christ you aren't registered to vote in Palm Beach County. And before you go bitching about the length of the Stanley Cup playoffs, check your calendar to see when exactly the NBA Finals conclude. For the record, I consider myself a casual fan of hockey; the only people I know in this Stanley Cup finals are Mark Recchi and Glen Wesley, and that's because I remember both back in the early 1990s when Mark was a Penguin and Glen was a Bruin. It's a shame that the Stanley Cup Finals isn't getting more recognition because Game 1 was fantastic. Too bad Edmonton's goalie got hurt and, from what I heard on the radio earlier today, is out for the rest of the playoffs. Because of this, it looks like Carolina is sure to win it all now. However, one never knows in the NHL; if the Oilers went by conventional wisdom they would have been eliminated in the first round.
• Speaking of the Stanley Cup Finals, the WWE broadcast a commercial on OLN pimping their next appearance on RAW in Shittsburgh. Of course, the ad was aired at 9:08 p.m. on a night that Raw was making a stop in the city. Since the Oilers/Hurricanes game was in an intermission, I tuned over to USA just to see what I have been missing. I stopped watching wrestling several years ago, so I am out of the loop when it comes to storylines. I got to USA in time to see Terry Funk (?!) get into the ring, along with a bunch of other ECW'ers I remember watching 10 years ago. Wow. That's all I'm going to say on this matter. Well, that and time can be quite cruel when it wants.
• I love Boston Red Sox fans. Sometimes I wonder what they like more, seeing the BoSox win or the Yankees lose. Then again, maybe I'm just jealous. After all, in Shittsburgh, the biggest rival to the Pirates is the .500 mark. Actually, years ago, Lloyd McCleandon said that he considers the St. Louis Cardinals to be the Pirates' “rival” because the Cards are the best team in the NL Central and the Pirates aspire to become the Cardinals one day. Oh well, there's always the Browns/Steelers, or would that now be Ravens/Steelers? Either way, I dedicate this entry to the following AIM conversation I had with my one BoSox pal from earlier today:
If you don't know the answer to the question posed in the last line of dialogue, go talk to Bored or Al Keiper. They'll be more than glad to help you out, as well as tell you the win-shares of the last 30 NL stolen base champions.
• Imagine you're a happily married woman who wanted to watch the sun set while sitting on your back porch. Now imagine opening your back door to this.
OK, now I don't know what would creep me out more: The fact your husband has chosen to have sex with the family dog, or the fact he chose to do this OUTSIDE ON YOUR BACK PORCH (allegedly, of course). Photos were taken by your wife of you having sex with the family dog. How, if you're the guy in this situation, can you possibly have a defense for this? You were drunk? The bitch was asking for it? I'm actually interested to see what the defense has to say with this one.
• Wow. Another story about how the rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting poorer, and this time it's on a global scale.
Still don’t care. Although I liked this part.
Assuming property and other things of worth are covered under "assets," my household is well in the top 10 percentile of the world’s richest adults. That means I’m oppressing the other 90 percent of this world. Awesome. Now if I can only get a Mexican to mow my lawn.
• Eh, I still prefer Affirmative Action bake sales.
• Boy did Neal Boortz had a field day with this story on his show today. That's all I can say about this one.
8:30 p.m.
• So the Jew is running for office.
Great. So he was the point man on a manufactured LEFT-WING RADIO network to CHALLENGE RUSH and flopped. Now as Senator he'll vote in the unFairness Doctrine. Funny.
• I guess I could say something mean, but I never cared about this feminazi when she was alive so why should I bother now? Peace out.
• Senator Joe Biden...
I never saw Barack Osama as a clean black man ever .... ever.
Does this mean I no longer have to save my allowance for that campaign war chest due to my braided hair not being washed on a daily basis?
And I'm sure Medium-Large Media will be all over this story as if someone like, say, Trent Lott would have said this.
7 a.m.
• So I was listening to a top-of-the-hour RIGHT-WING RADIO station’s newscast, and the story was W. talking about the state of the economy and how unemployment is low and expansion/growth is up. Of course, the reporter then said, “BUT CRITICS SAY,” there are parts in the U.S. economy struggling, particularly manufacturing such as FORD and GENERAL MOTORS(?!). LOL – so not only is George W. Bush responsible for hurricanes, earthquakes and tornados, but also he is responsible for these companies and how they run their businesses. Look, I get that foreign competition can be a bitch, and there are cases where I feel the American worker is getting corn-holed, but to cite these two dinosaurs as examples of what’s wrong with the U.S. economy is … well, now that I put it that way, I would tend to agree.
• You got to be shitting me. Or should I say you got to be shitting facing away from Mecca? Yet another arrow to add to my “One of the worst things you can do to a Muslim male” quiver. From our friends across the Pond. And ignore the hippie spelling -- this is from the U.K. Sun.
7:30 p.m.
• Let me get this straight. In the first paragraph of this article it says:
Oh, nos.
Then I read the fourth paragraph.
Couple this with the melting ice caps and I think we'll be A-OK in the "there's no water" department. I'd also consider investing in companies that deal with desalination.
• What's do we have here?
Oh? Do go on.
How can this NOT fail? They negotiated for 16 WHOLE HOURS! But then again, I don't think Jimmy Carter was involved, so there will be no Nobel Prizes to gain.
Uh, didn't they already agree to scrap its nuclear program, like 10 years ago? Oh, yeah, it did.
This is my favorite part. Using the football analogy.
Yeah, and what's going to happen when North Korea decides to go for the long bomb?
• Wow, that didn't last long.
Then again, Arrington was hurt for much of the season. Hope he liked becoming a free agent while he was a disgruntled Redskin.
7 a.m.
• So the Dixie Terrorists won some Grammy Awards.
Big shock there. I forgot they even had an album out. Great. Now this will probably be all over cable news for the next day or so, giving me just another reason to tune out.
• So the new president of Mexico was selected, not elected, according to the runner-up. Perhaps this wanna-be martyr should change his name to Lopez Obragore. I guess this guy shouldn’t feel too discouraged; in another few years I’m sure he’ll be allowed to run for a mayoral or congressional seat in California. Hell, that’s probably where most of his “disenfranchised” voters are anyway.
• Back when the World Cup started my predictions was to always go with Brazil, followed by the host country as a sleeper pick (which in this case would be Germany.) Well, at least the Germans made it to third place. Uh, yay. I guess. Oh, and go Italy.
• Every once in a while I get motivated and clean up the house, and this weekend was one of those times. I think what I hate most isn’t the actual cleaning; it’s knowing that in a few days the place will get shitted up again, making the point of the actual cleaning in the first place pointless.
• This past week the local grocery store had an uber-sale on pop: $4 for a 24-pack of Pepsi. Problem was that this store’s weekly sales go from Thursday-Wednesday, and Tuesday/Wednesday is when I do the grocery shopping, so the pickings were a bit slim for me when it came to picking Pepsi products. Due to a near-barren display, I figured what the hell and got a few cubes of Pepsi One and Diet Caffeine Pepsi; I haven’t tried either kind before. The caffeine free stuff isn’t too bad, but I think the “One” in Pepsi One stands for the number of cans you can drink before regretting your purchase. Oh well, each can cost me about 17 cents; I’ve made worse investments.
• There are a lot of red diaper doper baby judges, particularly five that sit on the High Court, but there are still some good ones out there. Like the one down below.
6:30 p.m.
• Ha. Another caller on today’s show talked about how she and her fiancee had to take some written test because they were going to get married in a Catholic church. Oy, I remember completing that retarded thing. The priest was “concerned” with the answers the better half and I had. The only things we agreed on were financial matters that showed we were experienced with bill-paying and other things, thus revealing that we were living in sin. Ohs nos. I didn’t give a shit if Fr. Whatever-his-name was knew about our co-habitation, but Mrs. kkk had never told him we lived in sin and didn’t want him knowing. Whatever. The other thing we agreed on dealt with not having kids, which the priest didn’t take kindly to. After all, if we don’t reproduce, who will he sodomize? Although I have to call bullshit on this hippie test because we had three answers to choose from: “yes,” “no” and “not applicable” (or something like that). Of course, I get told after we got the results back that a “NA” answer just counted as a “no.” Half of my answers were “NA” because the questions didn’t apply to our situation because they dealt with my side of the family, and I pretty much stay away from these people. God that test was f’n retarded.
• Barbaro is now up in that big pasture up in the sky. I’m not going to make “OMG NOW THE GLUE FACTORY HAS A NEW ORDER LOL” but goddamn, ESPN, give it a rest. Stay tuned for “highlights of this magnificent creature”? I’m not going to goof on people getting emotional about the death of an animal, but ESPN doesn’t even act like this most of the time when human athletes tragically leave this planet too early. Barbaro’s owners decided to euthanize the horse after a recent surgery setback, and the decision to do this couldn’t have been an easy one. When my one cat got sick back in September of 2004, the better half and I decided against euthanizing. Did we make the right choice? I don’t know, but we decided that Shadow, who we took in as a stray back in 2001, would go out when he wanted to. And that’s what pretty much happened. One of the lasting memories I have of him was, even with several clumps of fur shaved off from him due to IV and other medical procedures, he crept up behind our female cat one evening and swatted her on her backside, much to her chagrin. Would I do this again? I don’t know. If Dessa, JJ or Max make it to double digits in years, then we’ll probably opt for euthanasia, but when the pet is only four years old, which was the case with Shadow, and is showing the will to live, that’s when I may think otherwise.
1:30 p.m.
• And now it’s time for the Dr. Laura call of the day (or whenever I feel like doing this). A woman just said that she caught her husband in the middle of a “cyber-affair” with their next-door neighbor. Are we so lazy in this country that we can’t go one house over to cheat on our spouses?
9:15 p.m.
• Love the dateline, too. If it's his private property and it's not infringing on the rights of others (or any of that home owner's association rigamoroll), he can post whatever the hell he wants, bad speling and all.
Enjoy the free speech while it lasts. Once Osama takes charge I bet this will be the next house to be "foreclosed" upon. Damn Bush economy.
I've actually thought of creating a sign of my own. And, yes, it would involve Osama.
• So yesterday I got this pseudo-magazine in the mail that my local government school district publishes. As I was thumbing through it I got to a section where I was introduced to the new teachers at Norwin High School. Goddamn are these people young; at least three-fourths of them have to be in their low- to mid-20s (I can't remember a non-substitute teacher I had that was in his or her 30s, let alone 20s, during my school days). Most seem to be doing lower-grade subjects, which got me the thinking of a conversation I had with this chick back in Ohio about teacher’s pay.
This chick from my time in Ohio had a degree in elementary education, or something similar, and was looking for a job teaching these little brats. Somehow we got on the subject of teacher’s compensation. Genuinely curious about this subject I asked her if she thought she should be paid the same as a high-school professor. She said yes, and I asked why. She couldn’t give an answer, and when I compared her job of making sure everyone has a blankie for naptime to the 12th grade AP Science prof dealing with chemicals that could blow up the school he or she is teaching in, I could tell by the stare I was receiving that I was getting into trouble. Oh well. Too fucking bad.
• I don’t really care about the following article or the story it tells. I’m just surprised Utah has a Democrat elected to anything.
• This headline made me laugh: Bucs' Sanchez Has Something to Play For. You bet he does – to be good enough to get the hell off this team via a trade or free agency.
• The hell?
You mean to tell me Republicans were around back then? Damn. Oh, speaking of wacky weather, I had Hannity’s radio show on for a few minutes today (Why oh why did Salem Radio get rid of Dave Ramsey?) and he had a caller that said if Bush caused Hurricane Katrina last year, shouldn’t he get some credit for moving Hurricane Ernesto away from Florida? For some reason this made me laugh. I guess Bush’s decision to steer Ernesto away from the Sunshine State was because the hurricane was going to hit some white neighborhoods. Think about that before you go vote in this year’s elections. Should Democrats take control of Congress, W. is going to fuck some shit up for you Seaboard districts with next year’s wave of hurricanes. Hell, I’m sure he also has power over tornados, earthquakes and volcanoes, so even if you live away from a large body of water, be warned.
• And now it’s time for the Dr. Laura Call of the Day (or whenever I feel like doing this ). We have a tie.
Caller A: This woman used to be married to this guy. They already had a few kids (I didn’t hear if they were through adoption or screwing), and then they adopted this girl. Well, it turns out her man was molesting the kid, and eventually he got busted. The happy couple has since split up, and the ex-hubby’s jail sentencing hearing is quickly approaching. This lady was asked by the State to appear and give some testimony as to what a bastard this guy was, but she’s not sure if she wants to do this. The reason? Because it might give her ex a longer sentence.
Caller B: This divorced mom, complete with 14-year old boy, started a relationship with this guy who was also the father of a 16-year old girl. One day the caller walked in on the kids having sex. Her question was how to keep these two kids away from each other.
• If you don’t know what I’m doing, go read Sunday's entry. These predictions were made before the Sunday games, and I’m not going to change them based on opening weekend results.
Holy divisional matchups, Batman. Indianapolis at Jacksonville, New England at Miami, Philadelphia at Washington and Denver at San Diego. There’s also Atlanta at Tampa Bay, Baltimore at Kansas City and New York at Carolina. As much as I want to see Emily Manning crushed again by Carolina, Indianapolis at Jacksonville always seems to produce a good contest.
This is like Week 14, only in reverse. Shittsburgh at Carolina looks to be a safe bet, and Kansas City at San Diego could have playoff implications. However, I’m afraid that Philadelphia at New York might get the green light due to media market reasons. Fuck that. I’m going with Kansas City at San Diego because of my East Coast bias.
Baltimore at Shittsburgh usually produces a physical game. If Atlanta can somehow be in the playoff picture, their match with Carolina could be interesting. New England at Jacksonville would be a repeat of last year’s Wild Card game. Cincinnati at Denver and San Diego at Seattle look are my finalists. I’ll go with Cincinnati at Denver.
This will be tricky. Some good teams could be resting starters and some so-so teams will be in the fight for their playoff lives. Jacksonville at Kansas City, Miami at Indianapolis, Shittsburgh at Cincinnati stand out the most for me this week. Gotta go divisional once again: Shittsburgh at Cincinnati.
• Speaking of predictions, let's see how well I fared with my Week 1 picks.
Miami at Shittsburgh. Wrong.
I love how after the Steelers fumbled near the goal line after a nine-minute, 16-play drive they then responded with an 80+ yard touchdown pass on the first play of their next possession.
Atlanta at Carolina. Correct.
Good thing I wasn't sure with which divisional foe has Vick's number.
Baltimore at Tampa Bay. Wrong
I'm going to pretend this game never happened.
Buffalo at New England. Wrong.
The Pats won, but didn't cover.
Cincinnati at Kansas City. Wrong.
This one hurt almost as much as that Trent Green hit. And while I'm on this subject, I wonder if all the Cincinnati fans who bitched about the "dirty" hit on Carson Palmer last year in the playoffs will say anything about the cheap shot given to the Chiefs quarterback.
Denver at St. Louis. Wrong.
Great job by new Rams defensive coordinator Jim Haslet.
New Orleans at Cleveland. Correct.
Let the Bush blow jobs begin.
N.Y. Jets at Tennessee. Correct.
Was there any doubt?
Philadelphia at Houston. Correct.
I wonder who ESPN will suck off more this year? Reggie Bush or Donovan McNabb?
Seattle at Detroit. Wrong.
Wow. I don't now if Detroit played tough or if Seattle just continued sucking at Ford Field.
Chicago at Green Bay. Correct.
I said that I was smelling upset, but the only things "upset" were Packer fans. Good thing I try not to follow my nose.
Dallas at Jacksonville. Wrong.
Good game. Bad pick.
San Francisco at Arizona. Correct.
That late 49er field goal made quite an impact on this week's pick 'em contest.
Indianapolis at N.Y. Giants. Correct.
I don't know where I saw the Mannings more -- on the field or in the commercials.
Minnesota at Washington. Correct.
One of the few upset picks I got right.
San Diego at Oakland. Correct.
My favorite "Black Hole" fan is the guy in the Vader outfit. If I paid to watch my favorite team put up this big a stinker, I'd wear a mask, too.
Overall score: 9-7. I guess this would get me into the playoffs some years.
8 p.m.
• I just watched my first "To Catch A Predator" NBC special. Oh my God. Don't these people realize that if they went after 18-year-old chicks they wouldn't be in this kind of trouble? 15-year-old, 18-year-old. Is there really that much of a better time? And of course half of these are church volunteers or something like that.
6 p.m.
• I said the same thing at the other place, but it bears repeating. The Beast is running for president. Time to get that sniper's rifle. Yeah I know. Brrrr, it's cold and all that other shit.
Can't wait until I hear that bolded line for the 1,000,000,000th fucking time by Medium-Large Media until the Anti-Christ gets elected. Maybe she'll have Bill Lester drive her to the swearing-in ceremoney. You all know Lester, THE FIRST BLACK MAN TO RACE IN THE CUP SERIES SINCE WILLY T. RIBBS DROVE AT MICHIGAN IN 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe if Lovie Smith and Tony Dungy's teams meet in the Super Bowl, they'll be invited, too.
5 p.m.
• Got the Westside Connection's "Bow Down" bumping in my trunk, err, computer room stereo. This is one of those albums that I listen to from time-to-time as a guilty pleasure ever since I bought it 11 years ago, and it still manages to crack me up. My three favorite tracks at the moment with favorite lines in italics:
3) All The Critics In New York
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Yoooooooooooo! N*gga fuck that shit...
2) The Gangsta, The Killa And The Dope Dealer
Gangsta don't dance we boogie/n*ggas run out and get yo' cookies.
1) King Of The Hill
Now what you hip-hop hippies?
12:30 p.m.
• So the better half thought she fooled me regarding this year’s anniversary present. Even though our blessed event isn’t until June, she said that I’ll be getting my gift next week. Uh, OK. She also said that couldn’t figure out what it would be; however, I think I already did. From the information she gave me, assuming it is all correct, it’s coming from a businesses that’s closing. Also, it will require movers. This thing cannot be kept at her mother’s basement because she wouldn’t want it to have that “basement” smell. After some careful reasoning, I concluded that this mystery gift was a couch or similar piece of furniture. The look she gave me when she said, “how did you come to that?” tells me that I’m probably right.
I’m not one of these people that likes stupid, sentimental crap. Give me something practical, and a new couch would be just that. Currently we have two couches in our living room – one is of the three cushion variety and the other is only two. They are both seven years hold, have experienced two moves and a total of four cats (and sixteen sets of claws). These couches are tattered, but that’s to be expected when you own multiple cats. I’ve had people say, “Well get them declawed.” Fuck that. When you have kids and they wind up breaking something, are you going to chop of the tips of their fingers? I think not. It’s bad enough children aren’t transported in little carriers.
11:30 a.m.
• So last Friday I gave my notice. Now I really didn’t know what to expect. Oddly enough, with my social retardation and lackluster people skills, the last time I left one job for another job in the same area was May of 1995. Well, I got fired in 1996, so if you want to count that, I have no problem. Other than that, every job up until this most recent one I left because of relocation. So when I gave my letter, which basically said, "I’m going to be no longer working here,” I wasn’t sure if they would say, “Good. Get out,” or if the exchange would be more amicable. To my surprise, the whole thing went rather well. While I was ready to leave that day, I was more than content to stay two more weeks and finish up my work. Then again, had I left right then and there, those people would have been up poop creek without a paddle or nose plugs.
So for the last week I’ve been working full-time and my soon-to-be former place of employment while working part-time at my soon-to-be-current place of employment. Basically, I’m doing stuff at home during the evenings for the latter place and I’ve put in 60+ hours between the two this past week. Man, I remember back during my college days I used to do this shit all the time. Not only was I a full-time student but I also worked full-time and participated in a few school activities that took up about 20 hours a week. Man were those days a bear. Then after I graduated and moved to Sappy Valley I worked two jobs, seven days a week and 60+ hours a week – all for shit pay. That was another fun 14 months of my life. Now I make decent money and work 40 hours. Christ did I turn into a lazy bastard, especially since my jobs now are white-collar and involve much sitting. My college jobs dealt with customer service and moving around.
This brings back a memory to my Ohio employment, which Swift Terror can attest to. I worked at a test-scoring facility, and while the work was seasonal, it was very jam-packed, which meant plenty of overtime. It always baffled me that people who worked at this place on a seasonal basis would not take full advantage of the wage benefits. For example, if you put in a 40-hour workweek you got an extra $50. If you worked overtime you got time-and-a-half. Many times I’d wonder why people I supervised opted just to work 35 hours per week and no overtime. Me – I was a money-grubbing bastard. After all, on those days that you worked late or worked on weekends, you didn’t really work as hard as you did during the course of a normal workday. Why? Because you were going ABOVE and BEYOND what you were asked to do, so there wasn’t nearly as much scrutiny. The work was going to get done regardless, so what was the point of working harder just because you were getting paid more? Besides, on most of these “panic Saturdays” the bosses above me would bring in bagels or doughnuts and we’d take longer breaks.
Now while I jumped at every chance to make more money, I mentioned there were some people that didn’t. I didn’t agree with their rationale, but there were some instances when I could see why they didn’t care. I had rent, bills and other expenses to pay. Some employees were college students and didn’t have to worry about any of that. Fair enough. But there were also people with the same responsibilities I had that didn’t have the financial means in place to be able to “afford” not getting a few extra dollars. After all, once a project was over, you could have all the time in the world to “relax” when you’re unemployed. But the best part of all this is that these same people that needed the money and didn’t take full advantage of the work available to them would bitch and moan at the end of a project because it ended early. There was one time a person got pissed off because a project ended early and she was only a few hours away from being eligible to collect unemployment. This was the same person that took several weeks off that past season to go on VACATION and didn’t take advantage of the available week or two offered to her before several projects to do prepwork. Man, I used to LOVE doing that. Want me to set up tables and chairs? Want me to sharpen pencils? Make copies? Shit. I’m there. And I was.
And here I wanted to talk about my last Saturday at my place of employment and how this would be the last time I'd do my job with it being a winter month and the air conditioner turned on. (Well, maybe not the AC, but something blows out of those vents during the weekend when the building's owners are there and it's not heat.) Boy, did I go off the beaten path on this one. While I’m on my former job in Ohio, I almost want to bust out the “clerk pimp” story, but I just don’t feel like it at this time. Perhaps in the future, along with the conclusion of my Top 103 Posters list.
7 p.m.
• So the better half had an interview today, and her interviewer was wearing a "Hillary Supporter For Obama" button. Nice. You know what was better? The feminazi's first question being about a place Mrs. kkk worked at 4+ years ago, which was a Catholic hospital. The interviewer was trying to find out if she was Catholic. (Mrs. kkk is, but that's not the reason she worked at said hospital.) Of course, never mind the fact that the better half only lasted 7 months at that job because it was run by dumbfucks. Because, you know, everyone who works at a Catholic organization must automatically be of that religion.
Now I guess I could go on and say, "OMG liberals are the most intolerant of all people" or something like that, but I was at an interview back in December where the idiot interviewing me had a Bush/Cheney mug on his desk.
• I'm sure this picture in question has already been taken down, and I'm not a regular to Mr. Cooley's blog, but peep this, especially the boldface:
How could you NOT notice this little part of the picture? And I thought I was packing light down there.
7:45 p.m.
• Regarding Cooley, I just ventured into the "Pictures I Like" Thread.
So I look around occasionally for a side job or something to supplement my income – besides male prostitution, of course. Hell, I like to look around for something to replace my primary source of income, but I digress. A month or so ago I was browsing through Monster (or was it not-so-Hot Jobs?) when I came across this one ad that didn’t look quite the same as the thousand or so “Do you want to make REAL money now?” ads that are ordered by staffing agencies or those multi-level marketing places. I clicked on the link and basically it was a business that offered “cyber tours” of homes for sale. I was initially suspicious, as I always am when looking at jobs through this medium, but I figured oh what the hell. Although the words “minimal investment” shot off a red flag, it also said that it was part-time and that I can make my own hours. Hey, I work 6:30 a.m. - 3 p.m.; if I got to do this in the mid-afternoon whenever I wanted to during the workweek, I'd be a happy camper.
A week or so later I came home from work and played a message on the answering machine from some guy about this job. I called him back and we started talking. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and I was told that I would be employed on a contract basis, and I’d make $25-40 per each photo shoot. There was some mileage reimbursement, but that was only if the price of a gallon of gasoline went above a certain amount. That didn’t really bother me though, what shot off every red flag in my arsenal though was when talked about the “minimal investment.”
$1800.
I knew this would probably be where I get the rare opportunity to say in a job interview “Don’t call me, I’ll call you,” and sadly it was. As he finished his spiel and explained what the $1800 was for – company-specific camera, laptop, software and other equipment – I began punching up numbers on the handy calculator I had nearby because I knew I was going to use during this conversation. I noted to him that in order to pay off that $1800 “minimal investment” I would have to take pictures of 72 houses for $25 per shot. On the low end, if every house I took pictures of had a $40 bill, I would have to go on 45 different trips. I also said that if I were to go on five “assignments” per week (which is the figure he said I'd average to start out), I would have to work 2-4 months to pay off this “minimal investment.” I also noted that I wasn’t even including the taxes I'd be paying in any of these assessments, or the cost of wear-and-tear on my vehicle. When we wrapped this phone interview up, I was “offered” this job, but like I said before, I got to be on the giving end of this rejection offer, which is a nice feeling considering all the times in the past I have been given the old, “Your resume is very impressive, but you suck and we found someone else to do the job we advertised for in the newspaper, but we'll keep your resume 'on file' just so you can get out of our lives forever and leave us alone” rejection letter. So for that feeling alone, the whole experience was worthwhile.
• Uh-oh. Jesus at a Christmas festival. Egads. Actually, I think a better argument would be complaining about the commercialism of Christ’s birthday, but whatever. This reminds me of an episode of M*A*S*H* when Hawkeye and McEntire were trying to get some medical device and eventually ended up at a general’s press conference. After the general said some powder-puff remarks, our commie surgeons started asking what M*A*S*H* units weren’t properly equipped with devices that could help save soldiers. The reporters then began following up on this inquiry. Flustered, the general says, “This is a press conference. The last thing I want to do is answer a bunch of questions.” Not sure if this is relevant here, but it just popped into my mind.
• Former vice presidential candidate John Edwards doesn’t like Wal-Mart, even though his staffers don’t mind trying to get Playstation3s from the retail giant.
But that’s not what I want to talk about. This is funnier:
Maybe the reason limousine liberals don’t like Wal-Mart is because it doesn’t offer valet parking.
• So I was goofing around with Comcast's On Demand again and came across this gem of a movie called “Pumpkinhead.” Oh dear God. I’m not going to bother talking about the plot, so let me rip off what someone at IMDB said.
OK. First question. Who the hell would name a demon Pumpkinhead? Oddly enough, rather than looking like a pumpkin, this demon looked more like that thing from the Hellraiser movie that just roamed around in that hallway and fought the leading lady over that hippie cube toward the film’s climax. Pumpkinhead was one of those movies that was so bad I couldn’t stop watching. I will say that I liked how the guy who called up Pumpkinhead slowly turned into him, or whatever the hell it was he did. And at least the dog lived, or I think it did.
Oh, man. There are Pumpkinhead sequels? I’m sure they will appear On Demand in the next month or so.
8 p.m.
• So today I went to the bank to get another debit card. For years my former place of employment had direct deposit, so I had no need to go to the ATM machine. Now I will so it was time to get a card. This meant having to go in and talk to some bank person. Yay. To make matters better, I was in my jeans and unshaved-for-two-days face. I love it when this happens because these bank people think I’m some scrub looking to start a $50 super-saver account. Now the guy I dealt with gave the usual “Oh, you have THIS much money with us?” as he pulled up the kkk account, but it was nowhere near the extreme reaction I saw with this lady a few years back.
It was 2003 and the better half and I had just moved back to Pennsylvania. I needed to take my casher’s check that was taken from the Ohio-centered bank and deposit in a more venue-friendly locale. I decided on this one bank for its location. I had just done a few days worth of moving in the dog days of August and once again hadn’t shaved for a few days. As I walked into the bank after a few hours of moving heavy stuff in a duplex that had no air conditioning, I wasn’t at my prettiest. I said to one of the tellers that I wanted to open an account, and I was directed to one of the account managers in those fancy cubicles. I was seated with some middle-aged woman who had a few other things to do. This gave me the chance to listen to the guy sitting in the cubicle next to me, who was pleading his case to that account manager due to a number of checks that he bounced. He kept bitching that the fees charged to him for each bounced check just made his other checks go bad. Uh, that’s why you DON’T BOUNCE CHECKS. He then started this pseudo-sob story about how he doesn’t have a job and all that shit – damn Bush economy. I felt sorrier for the bank employee than I did this douche. Anyway, my account lady came back and began treating me like I was just like that guy sitting in the cubicle next to me. Then she took a look at my cashier’s check and did the following.
She perked up her head.
She opened up her eyes.
She said, “Oh.”
It took everything in me to refrain from laughing out loud. I get that these people deal with a lot of scuzzballs with $100 to their name, but don’t always judge a book by its cover. Of course, all that money eventually went to a house, wedding and credit-card debt relief for the better half. However, with all this taken care of, it’s time to get back to surprising bank people.
9:45 p.m.
• Shoot. I just heard on the local radio station that Boortz is on will replace him with two local schmoes whose short-lived stay on an FM talk channel whose format only lasted six months. And I can't listen to Neal at work anymore on-line. Bastards.
8:30 p.m.
• So for the last few days the better half has been bitching because we have been getting calls from Countrywide -- the place which has our mortgage. They call mostly during the day and she doesn't bother to answer the phone. Finally they called when I was home; about 30 minutes ago while posting picks for this week's kkk Bowl VI contest. I don't think they'll be calling again. No, I didn't wish cancer on the telemarketer, but I did make her laugh. Here's how the conversation went.
*ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Is this Mr. kkk or the better half?"
"Yes."
"This is so-and-so from Countrywide. Thank you for your business blah blah blah."
"OK."
"I'd like to make you aware of blah blah blah it will only take a minute to get a quote blah blah blah."
"Please don't take this the wrong way because it's not aimed at you. I am perfectly happy with the mortgage I have at my fixed rate. And I know whatever special offer you have for me will probably screw me over at some point. If Countrywide is happy with me making my monthly payment on time for the past four years I will be more than happy to continue making my payment with a little something extra each month..."
I was about to go into the housing CRISIZ and make some remark about giving loans to minorities, but I really wanted to get my kkk Bowl picks done. Besides, this phone conversation was recorded, and if I should ever make the news I can imagine that phone chat getting out to the media.
Then again, all a reporter needs to do is discover TSM and I'd really be in trouble.
There are many things that helped contribute to the financial problems Shittsburgh is currently facing, and a number of them revolve around still pretending it’s the 1960s and the city is densely populated. Being an evil suburbanite, I get to witness firsthand one of the many services the city pays for that other, smaller communities get done at less expense, or sometimes with no cost at all to the taxpayer. I’m talking about city-employed school crossing guards.
Seriously, I hate these fucking people. The only authority figures that have less authority than these pseudo law-enforcement officials are mall cops that hang out at Orange Julius for most of their shift, hitting on the one cashier who doesn’t weigh 400 lbs. Now you might be thinking, “come on, kkk, aren’t you being a little harsh?” Sorry, but not only do these people get paid $12k a year for only working a few hours per day, but also they get free health and dental insurance and free vision care, along with paid sick days, personal days and paid time off for school holidays. Now the argument over keeping these people is “but they only make up a small portion of the city’s budget.” Yes, but you get a bunch of these “small portions” of any budget, you suddenly find yourself in the red.
Anyway, back to my story. On the drive home from work I have to go past several of these pseudo cops. I can understand escorting grade school children across a busy intersection, but these people are walking with GROWN ADULTS across streets that have minimal, if any, traffic. My first encounter with one of these people came with a portly broad at this one intersection. Like a good motorist I waited until she walked with this middle-aged woman across a street I was about to turn on to. Now every fucking day that she does this she waddles completely across the street with a pedestrian. Of course this time as she got about three-fourths of the way across the street, and well out of the two lanes of road I was about to turn on to, she stops and starts walking back. I of course have to put on the breaks and the bitch says to me, “I have the right of way,” to which I replied, “Yes, your highness.” A few young males nearby heard this and laughed.
This past week I had my second run-in with one of these people. Before driving to meet “fat ass,” the affectionate nickname the better half gave to the aforementioned crossing guard, we deal with another one of these people at a four-way intersection at some government school. Well, as I was making my usual left-hand turn at this intersection I suddenly saw a school bus with its yellow lights on. Of course, when at the stop sign at this four-way there are several houses that block my view of the left road, preventing me from seeing the school bus until I was in the middle of the intersection. Of course the crossing guard was a big help; all she did was just stand there and say to me in a tone that would sound threatening if bellowed by a real officer of the law, “You must come to a stop.” Well no shit bitch. Maybe if instead of talking to the ghetto children at the one corner of this intersection you would have motioned for me not to turn due to the fact I couldn’t see a school bus getting ready to make a stop I wouldn’t have almost been in danger of plowing down some products of our Great Society program. Fucking bitch. Instead of making that turn, I just drove straight through the intersection and continued onward toward my home in suburbia. Ever since, whenever this bitch gives me “permission” to turn left at this intersection, I inch up a few feet, make a deliberate second stop and slowly look both ways before making my turn. Hopefully, one of these times when I turn I’ll be able to run her over.
The funny thing is, on the street that I live at we also have a school bus that makes its daily stop, and, yes there are school crossing guards present. However, they are not employed by the State – they are parents and grandparents, and they do not get paid a decent wage and receive free health care for performing this service.
KKK's Top 103 Posters
Number 81: Agent of Oblivion
Last I heard, Agent still ships out cancer sticks at a warehouse and drives big trucks. He was one of the more entertaining mods during his tenure in that position of power, especially with that post count vortex thing. And although he considered me the worst poster of 2004, can anyone really blame him for that? I haven’t seen him around much; I'm guessing he's still off making Aryan babies. Happy drilling.
And now a word or three from the expert panel I have put together to comment on the people I’ve listed.
From Porter:
From SFA Jack:
From EricMM:
• Remember a while back when I was torn between which local publication to get my weekly coupons from -- the Shittsburgh Post-Gazette, which is a liberal rag; or the Shittsburgh Tribune-Review, who pissed me off regarding my subscription. Well, a recent editorial by the Post-Gazette has once again given the Trib a few more points in the "keep and re-subscribe" category. For those that don't know, there's this guy in Philadelphia that has a cheese steak shop which has the sign: ""This is America. When ordering, 'Speak English.' " Apparently, the Post-Gazette, with a headline titled "On immigrants, Santorum sends a worrisome sign," sides with the chairman of the Pennsylvania Human Relations Commission, who said, "Even though this may not have been the intent of Geno's, the presence of the sign harkens back to a time when signs stating, 'no colored allowed,' 'Whites only,' 'no Jews,' or 'no Italians or Irish need apply,' often greeted patrons of public places." Whatever, you fucking dipshit. What also made me laugh was the Gazette's comment of "Mr. Vento remains defiant, while conservative commentators and others upset about the presence of illegal immigrants rally to his cause." Yeah, those wacky extremists that think people coming across the U.S. border is a bad thing.
• It's nice to know that the ACLU, the supposed defenders of the freedom of speech, sue school boards when they remove books about the happy life of Commie Cubans, stating that "the school board should add materials with alternate viewpoints rather than remove books that could be offensive." But yet the ACLU wants to impose a speech code forbidding its individual directors from publicly stating their disagreement with an ACLU decision or policy.
• I can't opine on this article, because every time I start reading it I cringe. Sorry.
10 a.m.
• Oh God. So I'm listening to this hatchet job ESPN is doing on the RACIST Delaware program and it's the typical PC bullshit that ESPN can produce oh so well. Long story short, the white school doesn't want to play the black school and they're near each other. Uh, oh. RACISM~! Wait a second. These two schools play each other in other sports, which was glossed over in this report. Uh.... OK. Now there must be other reasons, right? No, it must be...
RACISM~!
Say, Penn State no longer wants to play Pitt in football. Pitt is in an urban area while State College is white as snow. What does this mean? JoPa is a, all together now...
RACIST~!
• Time for this week's pickkks:
Atlanta @ Carolina (4.5)
Have I mentioned that I really hate the Panthers? When I pick them to lose they win. When I pick them to win/cover they stink up the joint. I'm expecting a 30-point blowout.
(3.5) Buffalo @ Miami
Miami has to win SOMETIME, don't they?
Cleveland @ Pittsburgh (9.5)
Yeah, because picking against the Steelers when they have a near double-digit spread works out so well for me. Pittsburgh will score 27
Denver @ Kansas City (3.5)
Gag. I know I'll be wrong either way I go. If I go with Denver, they will show me how bad they really are. If I go with Kansas City, Denver will show me theyr aren't as bad as I really think they are. I'll go with the Chiefs with that whole "bad Denver running defense" thing.
Jacksonville @ Tennessee (4.5)
Crap. Both quarterbacks don't look good on paper (is Gerard sitll out?), but I'll go with the Titans anyway. And big deal regarding Vince Young's "Super Bowl" comments a while back. What do you want him to say? "Maybe we'll reach .500 this year -- how's that, guys?" Can't nobody tell Vince Young nothing what he can't do.
Minnesota @ Green Bay (6.5)
The Packers beat the Vikings at Minnesota. I'll go with Green Bay again.
Philadelphia @ Washington (3.5)
I loved the talk this week about how McNabb's is getting blamed too much for the Eagles' woes.
St. Louis @ New Orleans (11.5)
I'll ride the Saints' jock until they crap out.
Cincinnati @ Baltimore (4.5)
Hmm, I don't know where to go with this one. Oh what the hell, I'll go with the Bengals
(3.5) Chicago @ Oakland
That Hester guy will score on a return and the Bears will win 7-0.
(1.5) Dallas @ N.Y. Giants
I don't care for the Va-Giants. Go Cowboys.
Detroit @ Arizona (1.5)
From what I seen of the Lions schedule, they better win this one because it's going to get tougher.
(3.5) Indianapolis @ San Diego
I think Indy will rebound from last night's SUPER BOWL 41 1/2 loss.
San Francisco @ Seattle (10.5)
Man, whatever team gets to play Seattle in the second round of the playoffs (Seattle will win its first-round home game), will be like getting a two-week bye.
9:30 a.m.
• AHAHAHAHA. I just heard an "Outside the Lines" teaser about why Delaware won't play Delaware State in football. "One school is made up of white students. The other is black." Gee, I wonder what's coming up? Do I even need to answer this one?
KKK's Top Posters
Number 87: Latin Assasin
I can't remember when I have ever spoken to this guy, but anyone who sticks his dick into this
on a regular basis without having to pay for it or be in fear of an impending 5-0 bust, and who also posts on a message board, is either a) lying, b) posting some newly-found naughty pics of his sister that were intended for her boyfriend, or c) my n*gga. He may be Latino, but I'll still give him a pound, or whatever it is those black people do when greeting each other.
And now a word from the expert panel I have put together to comment on the people I’ve listed.
From SFA Jack:
• Oh God help me. Big Ben just got into a motorcycle accident and is currently listed in serious but stable condition. He wasn't wearing a helmet. Well at least I know what is going to be the top story in my area for the next month or so. I don't know who was at fault in this accident, but if it's not Ben, the other motorist, even if he or she is from out of state, will be wishing to be Steve Bartman when it's all said and done. And while I'm on the subject, I can't wait to hear all the cries of hysteria over Pennsylvania amending its helmet law a few years ago so motorcyclists can opt not to wear this headgear. The local media have already shifted their resources to the scene of the crash, Steelers Headquarters, and the hospital where Ben was taken. Nice to see they focus on the important things in life; little wonder why I don't take the Shittsburgh media all that seriously.
• When watching the World Cup Sunday, I didn't know who to cheer for in the Iran/Mexico game. Should I pull for the country that is sneaking over the border and refusing to assimilate with American culture or side with the country that wants to nuke my backyard? After much thought, I decided that I feel more for the Iranians. I'm sure at least half of them would chop my head off if given the chance, but it's too bad they got an extremely unfavorable reaction from the crowd over the policies of their wacko president/prime minister/whatever he's called. Wow. I really am turning into a commie.
• You know what's sad about this story? I bet the defendant wins, or at least gets a reduced jail sentence. And defense lawyers wonder why they're so despised.
On Friday I talked about how the better half and I split the maintenance duties for our lawn, among other outdoor activities. I was going to talk about indoor cleaning responsibilities yesterday, but that damn Shittsburgh mayor just had to die from cancer Friday night, and I felt like talking about him instead. I swear one of these days I need to put my priorities in order.
I do most of the cooking and post-meal cleaning, but that’s because if I left washing dishes up to the better half she would use the dishwasher. I have a problem with dishwashers; I don’t know why (although this should provide some insight into my reasoning). I guess one reason is because dishwashers cross my laziness tolerance line. Nevertheless, most of the kitchen duties are mine, unless Mrs. kkk wants to bake cupcakes or something for a church event or some other get-together. I should note that my culinary skills don’t require much more than nuking veggies, cooking some meat in a skillet or putting something in the oven, so it’s not like I’m slaving away for several hours at some elaborate dish.
In regards to house cleaning, we have a weird system. Every few months the house will get cleaned, and most of the time it’s mostly done by just one of us. On Friday she cleaned most of the house while I was at work. However, the previous cleaning, which took place in early July, I spent an afternoon and evening running the vacuum cleaner and spraying chemicals all over the house. The last time we had a joint effort in cleaning up the house was this year’s Memorial Day weekend. Laundry duties are mostly separate because I don’t like running my clothes through the dryer at medium/high heat while Mrs. kkk does. However, if I’m washing my clothes and the better half’s hamper is full, then I’ll do a separate load or two with her stuff. I must say though that I completely stay away from washing the bedding; that’s all her.
So there you have it. Our “ying-yang” system has worked for seven-plus years now ever since we began living in sin. Funny enough, even though Jesus freaks and moralists decry couples cohabitating, I really don’t have a problem with it. If the couple is serious about their relationship, then I think they should see what living together and splitting household duties is like. Getting married is hectic enough, what with all the ceremony and reception planning (not to mention trying to pay this expensive date off afterward, but that’s another story for another time). Fighting over whose turn is it to take out the trash won’t help matters much to a newlywed couple when the honeymoon ends and real life begins (for the record, I’m the trash hauler). I also apply this “tryout” rule when it comes to child rearing. Before popping out a few demon seeds, how about adopting a dog or kitty (or two) from your local animal adoption agency and seeing what it’s like to be responsible for a life form that’s not as high-maintenance as a newborn baby?
OK, time to see how I did this week with my NFL pickkks.
Buffalo at Miami. Correct.
Well, I was wrong about Miami winning, but I was predicting a close win for the Dolphins and went with the Bills. And since I’m going by point spreads I win. Yippie.
Carolina at Minnesota. Correct.
I predicted another upset by the Vikings, and I was right, thanks to a bone-head play on a Carolina fourth-quarter punt return, or lack thereof. I saw the Vikings play the Steelers in the preseason and was impressed with them, so in a way I’m pulling for this team.
Cleveland at Cincinnati. Correct.
Was there any doubt? I was flipping between this game and the Giants/Eagles contest, and I was fortunate enough to be watching when that Cleveland defender leveled Chad Johnson. I wonder if Chad is going to mark up on his scorecard that this week went to the opposing defense?
Detroit at Chicago. Wrong.
Roy Williams, how could you do this to me? YOU GAURANTEED A WIN THIS WEEK! I went with the Lions based solely on your promise of a victory against a team that is better than yours in every aspect of the game and yet you continue to let me down. How can I ever take you seriously ever again, Roy? I mean, it’s stupid how close I came this week from predicting 14 correct games, and thanks to you this dream was shattered into a thousand shards. If I can’t trust the predictions of a wide receiver that has done jack shit in his NFL career, whom can I trust? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at you the same way after this game, Roy. I’m sorry, but once you take advantage of my trusting nature, I’m worse than a bride who was jilted at the altar. You’re going to have to earn my respect after your boldface lying about how the Lions were going to come out of Week 2 with a 1-1 record, but sadly I don’t think you’ll be able to do that for quite some time. I want you to remember this moment, Roy. Remember how you let down the dozens of people who took your so-called ironclad lock of win. Remember your team’s inability to perform on the field. Remember this moment, Roy, as when you hit rock bottom. That is until you strap up those pads for next week’s game and the cycle of futility begins again.
Houston at Indianapolis. Correct.
This isn’t really fair. I hope for the Texans’ sake they are able to play better against mediocre opponents.
New Orleans at Green Bay. Correct.
New Orleans is 2-0 against bad teams. I guess that’s better than being 1-1 or 0-2. I can’t wait until they start playing some good teams so we can squash all the talk about the Saints being a playoff contender.
N.Y. Giants at Philadelphia. Wrong.
Son of a bitch. I watched the first half of this game and was impressed with the Eagles play, and then they go and piss it all away in the fourth quarter. On top of that, Emily Manning and Plaxico Burress showed some stones and pulled out the victory. Having seen Plex play in Shittsburgh, I always felt he had talent. However, there is a moment that will I will forever remember him by. After the Steelers lost to the Patriots in the AFC Conference Championship in 2004-2005 season, while Burress was complaining in the locker room about not getting the ball enough (despite him dropping a touchdown-scoring pass), fellow receiver Hines Ward was crying and promising a trip to the Super Bowl next year. Now which player do you think the Steeler fans supported and which player do you think they wanted to see head out of town?
Oakland at Baltimore. Wrong.
Man, not only is Oakland bad, they can’t even score those meaningless end-of-game touchdowns while the other team is just sitting back and letting the clock run down.
Tampa Bay at Atlanta. Wrong.
Is Atlanta really that improved from last y ear, or did Tampa Bay really drop off that much from 2005?
Arizona at Seattle. Correct.
Seattle and the NFC West is like Indianapolis and the AFC South. These divisional victories should count as half-wins or something.
St. Louis at San Francisco. Wrong.
I have no idea about the Rams. I was hoping they would build off their home win last week, but I was wrong on this one. I will manage to get some sleep tonight. I’m not sure how, but I will.
Kansas City at Denver. Wrong.
Denver won. Yippie. They didn’t win by double-digits. Shit.
New England at N.Y. Jets. Wrong.
I watched this game on television, and it’s amazing how the Patriots were able to move on the Jets even with no receivers. Also, those two touchdown catches by the New York receivers were fun to watch, and it even gave me hope that this could be the AFC’s version of the Giants/Eagles game from earlier in the day. Of course I was hoping for the Jets to pull within 6 points; I didn’t care if they won this game or not.
Tennessee at San Diego. Correct.
I asked what would be the larger number – the Chargers final score or Philip Rivers’ pass attempts. Score: 40. Pass Attempts: 35.
Washington at Dallas. Wrong.
I was wrong on this one because I though the game would be closer. Now we get to see the sports media over-hype Terrell Owens’ finger injury and ponder time and time again if he will or will not play in Philadelphia a few weeks from now. Goodie.
Pittsburgh at Jacksonville. Correct.
Now I get to hear the tales of woe from the local sports idiots in my neck of the woods. The Steelers played a team that is like them in many ways. The Steelers played a team that was 12-4 last year. The Steelers played a team that beat them at home in the regular season last year. This defeat shouldn’t have been a surprise. One thing I took note of was the ESPN announcers talk regarding Byron Leftwich and his self-described inability to run, especially considering his race and the position he plays.
I never saw Byron Leftwich as a black quarterback, ever … ever…
Is it OK for me to play quarterback, even though I have trouble scrambling out of the pocket?
Overall Score: 8-8. Cumulative Score: 17-15. Hooray for mediocrity.
