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With the month of March coming to a close, I just wanted to take a moment to go ahead and pat myself on the back, for a month of exemplary brogging.  And by “exemplary,” I really mean “frequent,” but I just wanted to use the word exemplary, because it sounds so much more prestigious and accomplishing.

And really, I do feel sort of accomplished, because if there’s one neat-o thing about WordPress is that it keeps a running count of the number of posts I make each month.  Turns out that through March, I made more posts than there were days in the month; and March is one of those months with thirty-one days, so it’s not like I’m bragging about February or anything.

Regardless if I pass the 36 post mark that appears to be my previous high back in August 2012 (edit: I did!), I do feel more accomplished this month, because I’m not going to lie, a lot of those posts back then were a lot of smallish, picture updates on the Graves gun I was building at the time, and I was super gung-ho about it, because I was such a noob about making shit from scratch.  In terms of thoughts and opinions and sheer words slathered onto the web, I’ve been vastly more voluminous in terms of content this month than then.

So I’d like to thank the world for being so interesting throughout March, and to the internet for presenting things to me in a manner that stimulates thoughts, that turn into words, that ultimately become brog posts.  Also, similar thanks to people and places I’ve hung out with or visited, that have also triggered trains of thought that choo-choo themselves into words that feel the need to be written.

Or maybe no thanks are necessary, and that I’ve simply been mentally stimulated over the last few weeks, and had the overwhelming urge to write more often than usual, but whatever, I’ll be gracious and spread the credit around.  To a good month of productive brogging, and hopes that it keeps going.

What baseball means to me

Contrary to the logic of the Dodgers and Diamondbacks having already played two regular season games in Sydney, Australia, and the odd Sunday kick-off game yesterday, the official Opening Day of the 2014 Major League Baseball season is today.  Baseball season has officially begun, and from now until October, the greatest sport on earth is in play.

And I just don’t really care.

By no means does this mean that I’ve suddenly grown to hate baseball or anything, it’s just that it just doesn’t feel so tremendously important to me like it once used to.  This is probably no surprise to my six readers whom I’ve been telling for two seasons now about my increasing apathy towards the greatest sport on earth, but this is the first time that I’ve completely forgotten about Opening Day.  I know the Braves are opening their season out in Milwaukee, and that they’re going to Washington next, but that’s solely because I just found out about the opening series and I’m likely going back to Virginia this weekend.  I have no idea who the Braves are going to host for when they open up Turner Field eventually, nor am I so eager that I have to immediately check.

Sure, I joke about how I’m the worst baseball fan on the planet, but when the day is over, I’m still rooting for the Braves to win every game they can, and hope they make it to the playoffs and have a good run en route to a World Series championship.  However, I’m not going to be so hell-bent hanging on every single game like I once was like a few years ago, because it’s just not that important to me anymore.  I’m not sure if this is just because I’ve grown distanced from the fandom, or if other things just seem much more important and of higher priority.

Regardless, I find comfort that on most nights, barring a scheduled off-day or inclimate weather, there is always something to do, with a Braves game, or any other game that might be nationally televised.  However, baseball games aren’t going to dictate my schedule, and I can already foresee that if something more seemingly interesting or appealing comes along, I’m going to hesitate less to choose it over the game.

The one thing that hasn’t changed at all, in spite of my general apathy of entering a fresh new season, is what baseball means to me.

Baseball is the perfect excuse.

It’s the perfect excuse to get together with friends and have laughs, drink cold beers, eat crappy food, and share good conversation.  It’s the perfect excuse to travel, and cite a game as justification to visit a corner of the country that you might not consider visiting under any other circumstances.  Baseball is simply the perfect excuse to indulge in the world around us, with or without other people, although I personally find it best with others.

Although the arrival of the 2014 season doesn’t seem that important to me, I still tremendously look forward to getting together with my friends for some select games.  I still look forward to getting in my car and driving 3-5 hours to minor league ballparks I haven’t been to before, so I can subsequently visit the small downs and try new restaurants and regional foods I’d never had before.  I still look forward to planning and hoping to execute larger baseball trips to cities I’ve never been to before, and the adventure of renting cars and exploring segments of the country I’d never thought of visiting until baseball happened.  And I most certainly, still look forward to expanding on my ever-growing collection of baseball bobbleheads, which I admit to spending an egregious amount of effort in planning and working with others to collectively expand our respective collections.

So although I might be apathetic to the arrival of the baseball season, it doesn’t mean the arrival of the baseball isn’t important to me.  The results of the games just aren’t as important to me as all of the little adventures in between and leading up to the games before they actually happen.  These are the things that happen, because baseball is the perfect excuse for them to happen.

Photos: A Day at MegaCon 2014

At long last, the MegaCon pictures have been finished.  I’d say it took longer than I had expected, but considering the seemingly endless quest to try to find a happy medium in which I like to display pictures I take, I guess it’s no surprise that it took a full week after all.

In a single day, I managed to take well over 200 pictures, and because I have little idea what I’m doing with a camera, turns out that quite a few were unusable and blown out, because I foolishly keep shooting into the sun, and combined with my determination to competently shoot in full manual mode, mistakes occur.  Regardless, when the smoke cleared, I still had right about 200 photos to share with the world.

Anyway, before I get to the pictures, a few notable mentions:

Regardless, if I took your picture, it means I liked your costume.  I like to tell myself that I’m really picky and discriminative to what I like to take pictures of.  I’m either wowed by craftsmanship, appearance, attractiveness, nostalgia, fandom or several of the above.  Such is fairly explanatory to why there’s so much League of Legends costumes, but hey, I’m a regular LoL player myself.

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A proposal to combat tanking in the NBA

I used to really like basketball when I was younger, but now I really dislike it.  At first, it was the NBA, because after they went on strike in 1999, it was a downhill spiral from there, and it’s stuck in this unappealing mire of bullshit to this day, and still managing to sink further with each passing season (except the Spurs, I ♥ the Spurs still).  College basketball is still superior, but I’m also growing tired of how corporate it, and college football are becoming because of all the monetary potential in them, and how greedy people are leading children down a slippery slope of pursuing quick greed, fame and fortune instead of the educations that they’re often times getting for free just to play sports.

But today, we’re here to talk about the NBA, and namely the tanking that has become notoriously blatant.  If you weren’t aware, tanking is basically when a team loses on purpose, so that they can position themselves in an optimal position in the following year’s draft, with hopes that they can get the first, or at least a top-5 pick, which are usually highly talented, difference-making players.

Teams tank for a variety of reasons; most of the time, it’s because the season is deemed “over,” as in that they’re mathematically out of contention, so that there’s no point in trying for the remainder of it, or they’ve really got such a big picture in mind, and they’re anticipating a college stud to be going pro the following year, and they really really want them, even if it means embarrassing themselves for a year.  There are also isolated cases where a person or persons has an agenda, and they want to get someone fired or traded, so tanking is done to facilitate such an objective, but for the most part, the vast majority of tanking is done with next year’s draft positioning in mind.

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Revised Total Divas logo

Piggybacking onto the opinion I had that John Cena was the biggest diva of WWE’s reality television show, Total Divas, I was watching the start of the new season, and during a segment of the show that was focusing on Cena, I had this overwhelming desire to recreate the show’s logo; but modified to do what the show has pretty much done throughout its entire course – focus on John Cena.

I’m going to attach a vector PDF of this file right here, and it’s my dream that many of the vast WWE universe, especially of the troll-like variety that loves to attend live events and control the fan reaction with clever chants and ironic cheering or booing for guys that creative had not intended to be getting such reactions, finds this artwork, and utilizes it to its maximum capacity.

Not gonna lie, I would die laughing if I ever saw this logo on a sign at a live event, especially if it’s someone close to ringside, where Cena himself might even see it.