This is how I think about Facebook users too

Summary for when this video inexplicably is no longer viewable in a month, leaving my brog with a post with a dead video link: Our protagonist, Scott, who lives a fairly mundane existence, after perusing through his Facebook wall where everyone’s fluff posts depict lives more magical, exhilarating and interesting than his, begins embellishing his mundane happenings with false optimism and occasional fudging of the truth.  The superficial piling up of likes encourages him to keep doing it, but eventually the world comes collapsing around him, and even he can’t spin the follies into overly enthusiastic status updates, resulting in the downward spiral of social degradation until people just begin blocking him.

Not to sound overly pessimistic, but this is exactly how I envision a lot of people utilizing Facebook and other social media outlets.  In front of an audience where very few can actually dispute or challenge, you can say almost anything you want, and hope that viewers view your perception as their reality.  I’m convinced that people occasionally factor in the potential to be able to boast about it on social media to excite others, as justification to be excited about something, instead of the days when people would be excited about it, solely for themselves.

It’s kind of like me, with baseball.  I know like five people that actually like baseball at all, so there’s no point in posting anything about how excited I am to go to the game, or being on my way to a new ballpark, because so few people will care, yet in spite of the fact that I know how superficial and inconsequential that really is, it makes me feel uninteresting, uncared for and inconsequential if anything I say falls onto deaf ears.

So I don’t bother.

But god damn, post a picture of a corgi, a recipe of something with way too much bacon on it, an esoteric meme targeted at an audience of three, or strategically name drop well-known people from  niche circles, and watch the attention come gushing out, like a faucet turned on.

I was always reluctant to hop aboard any social media platform for the most part, and lately, I’ve been feeling like I might have been smarter back then, than I am now.  Sure, this is akin to a mood swing, but thoughts and feelings don’t necessary vanish, just because I might be in a better mood, but as for the time being, I can’t say that it’s for the best that I see all sorts of people, like on a platform like Facebook.

In some cases, it confirms what things people may or may not be interested in, but it also often demonstrates just how ADD, or how misguided people can be when they spout off opinions about things they don’t necessarily educate themselves on, because they need to share their opinion as soon as possible, so that they sound current and relevant.  It would be severely hypocritical of me to state that such can’t be the case with me, but I also like to think that I restrain more than I don’t, because I don’t want to post excessive fluff or things that I’m completely unprepared to actually discuss if the opportunity presented itself.

I digress.  I like this video, because I think it’s extremely true in so many cases, whether I know the people or not.  Everyone embellishes their lives to a public audience to some degree, but it’s funny to see the few instances of exaggeration, like when Scott claims to have run 20 kilometers, before getting back into his car and driving off.  I wouldn’t put it past people I know to go through a little bit of lengths to make something sound way cooler than it actually is.

hashtag “Mexichoke”

Man, was that not one of the biggest choke jobs in the history of all of sport?  Seriously, given the global nature and audience of the World Cup, and the fact that it’s safe to say a billion people were watching at the same time, this really has to be considered an upset of the monumental variety.

Bigger than any U.S. sport for us in America, and frankly it could be bigger than an Olympic event, due to the variety of events, people can cherry pick what events they really want to vest their interest in.

But Mexico, with a 1-0 lead, with barely five minutes plus stoppage to go, not only gives up the equalizer, but then commits a haphazard foul in the penalty area, and then subsequently give up the go-ahead goal four minutes into stoppage time?

I understand the criticism over how liberally the term “epic” is used these days, and I agree to a point.  But in this instances, yeah, it was a pretty epic collapse and failure by the Mexican soccer team.

I’ve seen some pretty monumental collapses; the U.S. failing to win gold in men’s basketball in 2004, the 2004 Yankees dropping four straight to the Red Sox in the ALCS to lose the pennant.  A 116-win Seattle Mariners squad tumbling like a house of cards in the playoffs.  The 18-0 New England Patriots losing the perfect season in the Super Bowl to the Giants.  An Arizona Cardinals team with a 21-0 lead on an offensively inept Chicago Bears team losing in a nationally-televised tragedy.

And that’s just the last decade.  Given the seeming impossibility and scarcity of goal scoring in soccer, much less in the World Cup, that just makes things exponentially worse for the Mexicans.  There have been several games in which the final score was 0-0, and many more where a single goal was the entire scoring; and Mexico gives up two goals in the final ten minutes of the match?  Yeah that’s failure on a monumental scale.

To think I had the game on as background noise while I ironed shirts.  Turns out that I witnessed something pretty incredible after all.

lol Mexico.

My gym is awesomenot

I don’t really like to waste time at the gym.  I just want to go in, do some cardio, do some lifting, sweat like a madman, shower, freshen up, and then leave.  I’m not there to socialize, gab about fitness, coach or be coached.  If words with other people occurs, I prefer that they’re minimal and as not time consuming as possible.

In fact, the ideal day at the gym has words spoken only as a quick greeting with the guy at the front who scans my fob, and maybe a hello and see you later with the unofficial gym mayor who’s about the stature of Michael Clarke Duncan.

Anyway, on this particular day, a different employee that I didn’t really recognize was manning the front desk.  Seems inconsequential enough, but he puzzled me when he engaged me with a question:

“What are you doing today, boss?”

First, I’m surprised people still refer to strangers, or even their own peers, friends and acquaintances as shit like “boss,” or “chief,” or other stupid superfluous titles that are akin to a writer adding them to boost their word count (ironic!).

Second, I know full well what I’m doing on each day I go to the gym, but when inquired by actual words, I kind of froze.  “Mostly cardio” is what I responded with, because truth is, I was planning on getting on a stationary bicycle and continuing to pursue my goal of attempting to burn 1,000 calories in 60 minutes or less.

Anyway, when hearing the dreaded C-word, the employee quickly scoffed and said “that’s lame.

Honestly?  That kind of did offend me, as a physically active person.  Frankly, there’s more to fitness than building vanity muscles, and when the day is over, I’m 100% confident I could outlast this guy in any particular physical endurance challenge, and it’s all owed to the fact that I put a tremendous amount of effort into my cardio training.  This employee by the way, looks like a wimpier looking Brandon Routh, with arms smaller than mine; and I’ll be the first to admit that my muscles aren’t anything close to some of the Zangiefs and Abobos at my gym.

Just kidding. That’s just not my thing,” he quickly added up on seeing the likely not very amused look on my face at his remark.  I didn’t say anything else and proceeded to change out to prepare for my workout.

The best part was when wimpy Brandon Routh decided to work out himself, he saw me in the free weights.  While he was loading up his barbell for some 65 pound gorilla press, I’m in his reflection squatting 235.  I’m not above playing the numbers game, but when someone calls one of my disciplines lame, I can justify trying to shame them.

As I said to him, “mostly cardio.”  Meaning, there would be some other things I would be doing too, like lifting actual weights, as I’m sure he was expecting to be 100% of my agenda prior to inquiring what I was planning on doing.

Personally, I honestly think that there aren’t many people who work out as often or as hard as I do at my gym.  There are people who do a little cardio, people who do a little weights, but out of the regular people I see, there aren’t many that do as much of both as I do on a regular basis.

One thing’s for sure, seldom do I see anyone really sweat.  I’m not trying to gross anyone out or anything, but I sweat like someone poured a bucket of water on me sometimes.  Especially after a lengthy cardio session on the treadmill or bicycle, I sweat the fuck through shirts on a daily basis.  A little gross, possibly, but frankly it’s a tangible measure of just how much effort I’ve exerted, and I take a great deal of pride in it sometimes.

As for my eventual cardio, I achieved the goal I’ve been aspiring for.  It took 58:50, but I finally broke 1,000 in under 50 minutes.  After the full 60, I was at 1020 calories burned.  Average RPM of 98, with an average energy output of 287 watts.

It was honestly one of the more physically challenging things I feel that I’ve done, and I’m immensely proud to have finally succeeded in it.

And now my legs are shot.

Watching sports is worse than gambling

Roulette is considered to be the game with the worst odds in the casino.  Contrarily, it also has the highest payout, for a direct hit.  Ignoring side bets, half, quarter, row and column bets, it’s basically a game where you have a 1-in-38 (37 on European tables with no double zero) chance of hitting a single number.  However, if you ever do manage to hit that number, you get paid 36 times for every chip you have on that sole number.

A few times, I have grinded out enough table time to have been privileged to have hit 17 on the wheel while I’ve had a chip(s) sitting on it on the board.  It’s truly a phenomenal feeling when you hit your number, multiplied by how many chips you have touching it, because it’s a massive payout, especially when your chip denominations are higher than just a dollar.

Among my degenerate gambling friends, I still recall the story of one particular magical night where my brother and I literally spent eight hours in front of the same roulette table, where we hit our magic number 17 at least five times.  I had risked a grand total of $200 of my own money, and walked away with numerous times more than that.  I paid off the remaining balance on my car, and had comped Vegas rooms for nearly two years.

The odds of roulette are terrible, but most everyone gets lucky every once in a while.

The odds of sports are about as terrible, but frankly I have to wonder if the same logic that everyone gets lucky once in a while actually applies.

Watching sports is probably the most sadistic thing a person can do to themselves in some capacity.  I know there’s a lot of hyperbole in that statement, and it’s ultimately silly to let one’s emotions be affected over the outcomes of kids’ games played by grown adults.  I’m by no means upset over the numerous defeats that I personally witnessed that served as the impetus to me writing this, but from a surface-level of being happy or sad by them, it’s still admittedly disheartening to be disappointed so repeatedly.

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The opt-out clause kills the love of the game

I honestly believe that we will never see professional athletes like Chipper Jones or Derek Jeter ever again – players who spend their entire, legendary careers with one team.

Outside of all things World Cup, one of the more notable stories in the world of sports is that both LeBron James and Carmelo Anthony have opted out of their existing contracts and will become free agents.  This basically means that both players chose to leave a whole lot of money over a short span on the table, so that they can pursue new contracts worth even more money over a longer span.

From the financial, personal standpoint, this completely makes sense.  When the day is over, both LeBron and Carmelo know that professional sport have a very finite amount of time, and they’re trying to amass as much money as they possibly can, to ensure the financial security for themselves and their families.

But to fans, and those who love the romanticism of sport (like me), it’s seen with usually disgust, accusations of greed, and as a slap in the face to the sport that affords them to live their lifestyles.  Frankly, it’s not like either player were making food stamps; LeBron left nearly $43 million on the table over the next two seasons, and Carmelo walked away from $23 million guaranteed for next season, to pursue newer, longer and more lucrative contracts.

And the thing is, this is not a new trend, it’s just that LeBron and Carmelo are two of the NBA’s biggest names in which is being drawn into the spotlight again.  It’s happened several times over in baseball, with players exercising their opt-out clauses, and then signing new contracts for even more money over a longer period of time.

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