Sunday, September 11, 2011
Not a Hometown Boy, But....
As a life-long resident of the suburbs surrounding and the metropolitan area of Buffalo, New York, I'm not precisely what one might deem a 'hometown boy' when it comes to my sports teams. I'm a Philadelphia Eagles fan when it comes to the gridiron, and they kicked some ass today against the St. Louis Rams. Sure, there were a few times when I worried for their seeming inability to COMPLETE A FUCKING TACKLE on a runner, but they did good.
However, there was another game on in the NFL that kind of blew me away today, and that was the complete and utter annhililation of the Kansas City Chiefs at the hands of my hometown Buffalo Bills.
When one mentions the Bills, one does not typically think of a capable team. One actually tends to recall that Buffalo is known as a big bar town, a big drinking town, where most of the athletics fanatics are drunk due to shame and horror at how terribly its sports teams perform. I mean, these guys haven't just been bad, they've been the stuff of legendary suck.
Except that today, on their season-opening game in Kansas City, they walked on to the field and systematically picked the Chiefs apart. Or at least, that was how it looked at first glance. If one has been watching football as long as I have, one might realize that the blowout was the result of two major contributing factors. Factor one, Buffalo came to play, they really did. They executed, stayed in it, and didn't falter at any point, as they've done in years past. They stuck with the game 100% of the time, and finished it out in the appropriate style, with a punch to Kansas City's eye.
Factor number two, however, and quite possibly more key to Buffalo's victory than their own stability, was the sloppy, undisciplined play of the Chiefs. This was a team that just showed up to earn its collective paycheck, it would seem. The sidelines showed little if any emotional reaction from either players or staff; the fans were clearing out of the stadium before the game was even five minutes into the fourth quarter; the silence in that stadium could have been used in a horror film to give a haunted house its creepy atmosphere.
When teams play piss-poor football, they're going to lose, period. What really helped the Buffalo Bills win their season-opener was the combination of sloppy play from their opponents and sturdy, steady play from their own squad. But if they want to compete in the AFC as a whole, or even just in their own division of the AFC East, where they face the New England Patriots, they cannot simply rely on steady play. They're going to have to become stellar.
It's early in the season yet, so nobody's sure who the league's superheroes and superzeroes are going to be as yet. I mean, just look at how badly the Pittsburgh Steelers got trounced by the Ravens! But man, it's going to be interesting to see as yet another season of the NFL rolls along.
However, there was another game on in the NFL that kind of blew me away today, and that was the complete and utter annhililation of the Kansas City Chiefs at the hands of my hometown Buffalo Bills.
When one mentions the Bills, one does not typically think of a capable team. One actually tends to recall that Buffalo is known as a big bar town, a big drinking town, where most of the athletics fanatics are drunk due to shame and horror at how terribly its sports teams perform. I mean, these guys haven't just been bad, they've been the stuff of legendary suck.
Except that today, on their season-opening game in Kansas City, they walked on to the field and systematically picked the Chiefs apart. Or at least, that was how it looked at first glance. If one has been watching football as long as I have, one might realize that the blowout was the result of two major contributing factors. Factor one, Buffalo came to play, they really did. They executed, stayed in it, and didn't falter at any point, as they've done in years past. They stuck with the game 100% of the time, and finished it out in the appropriate style, with a punch to Kansas City's eye.
Factor number two, however, and quite possibly more key to Buffalo's victory than their own stability, was the sloppy, undisciplined play of the Chiefs. This was a team that just showed up to earn its collective paycheck, it would seem. The sidelines showed little if any emotional reaction from either players or staff; the fans were clearing out of the stadium before the game was even five minutes into the fourth quarter; the silence in that stadium could have been used in a horror film to give a haunted house its creepy atmosphere.
When teams play piss-poor football, they're going to lose, period. What really helped the Buffalo Bills win their season-opener was the combination of sloppy play from their opponents and sturdy, steady play from their own squad. But if they want to compete in the AFC as a whole, or even just in their own division of the AFC East, where they face the New England Patriots, they cannot simply rely on steady play. They're going to have to become stellar.
It's early in the season yet, so nobody's sure who the league's superheroes and superzeroes are going to be as yet. I mean, just look at how badly the Pittsburgh Steelers got trounced by the Ravens! But man, it's going to be interesting to see as yet another season of the NFL rolls along.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
I'm Not Your Fucking Doormat
I imagine this isn't going to be received well by some. Wait a minute, I don't intend to link this blog entry on my Facebook account or anywhere else, so the liklihood of anybody I'm speaking of actually seeing this are slim to none. And if they do chance across this, fuck it, they deserve to read it.
To those friends of mine, or rather supposed friends who I've made on Youtube and Blogtv and Skype over the last year and a half, guess what? I'm not your fucking doormat. I'm a human being. I'm going to get pissed off when you make assumptions about me, or draw conclusions based on erroneous and incomplete perceptions of who directly the hell I am.
I'm a human being, and am not subject to your rules and regulations of who I should or shouldn't like. I'm male, but that doesn't mean I have to start humping air whenever an image or a video of some half-naked woman is thrown at me in a link. I have every right to tell you that it's fucked up that you do that on the sly. If you're going to make assumptions about my intentions and reasons behind my behavior, I reserve the right to do the same motherfucking thing to you, assholes, so don't be shocked and amazed when I call your ass out on it.
This is not the language or behavior you may expect from me, but guess what? Deal with it! You don't have to like me; you don't have to respect me; you don't have to listen to me. And I don't have to give you the benefit of any of those things either. You don't have to forgive me; I don't have to forgive you.
But I often do forgive people. I offer forgiveness more frequently than some Catholic priests! And without the unnecessary unpleasantness of a church scandal involving little altar boys. What's my point in all of this rambling and ranting? To say to those that need it said to them the following: if you are honestly and truly so upset with me, consider who and what I was to you up to the point of your issue or annoyance with me. Consider all of the times I've offered advice, or just a friendly set of ears to hear you out and consider what it is you have to say. Think about the times I've offered my assistance.
Think about all of that before you start growling at me.
And oh yeah, that bit at the beginning, where I said I wasn't going to link this blog post on my Facebook account? Scratch that. If you're reading this, it probably came from clicking on a link.
At least you'll know what you're about to see.
To those friends of mine, or rather supposed friends who I've made on Youtube and Blogtv and Skype over the last year and a half, guess what? I'm not your fucking doormat. I'm a human being. I'm going to get pissed off when you make assumptions about me, or draw conclusions based on erroneous and incomplete perceptions of who directly the hell I am.
I'm a human being, and am not subject to your rules and regulations of who I should or shouldn't like. I'm male, but that doesn't mean I have to start humping air whenever an image or a video of some half-naked woman is thrown at me in a link. I have every right to tell you that it's fucked up that you do that on the sly. If you're going to make assumptions about my intentions and reasons behind my behavior, I reserve the right to do the same motherfucking thing to you, assholes, so don't be shocked and amazed when I call your ass out on it.
This is not the language or behavior you may expect from me, but guess what? Deal with it! You don't have to like me; you don't have to respect me; you don't have to listen to me. And I don't have to give you the benefit of any of those things either. You don't have to forgive me; I don't have to forgive you.
But I often do forgive people. I offer forgiveness more frequently than some Catholic priests! And without the unnecessary unpleasantness of a church scandal involving little altar boys. What's my point in all of this rambling and ranting? To say to those that need it said to them the following: if you are honestly and truly so upset with me, consider who and what I was to you up to the point of your issue or annoyance with me. Consider all of the times I've offered advice, or just a friendly set of ears to hear you out and consider what it is you have to say. Think about the times I've offered my assistance.
Think about all of that before you start growling at me.
And oh yeah, that bit at the beginning, where I said I wasn't going to link this blog post on my Facebook account? Scratch that. If you're reading this, it probably came from clicking on a link.
At least you'll know what you're about to see.
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