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I clearly give off a fuck off aura

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Today, there was an all-hands meeting at work.  I went down to the conference room early so that I could have my choice of seat, and I chose this chair next to wall, but in the front row so it looked like I wasn’t a complete degenerate, planning on dicking around on my phone throughout the entire meeting.  After all, appearance is everything, so I’m often told professionally.

As the clock ticked closer to the start of the meeting, and seats began filling up, the seat immediately next to mine remained unclaimed, regardless of how full up the room was getting.  By the time the meeting started, there were at least 10-15 people who were standing against a wall, while the seat right next to me remained vacant.

In fact, not only was the seat next to me vacant, the two seats immediately behind me were also empty, creating this perfect three-seat halo around me of empty seats.  Had this happened on an airplane, I’d be over the moon, because that’s like the broke boy first class, getting a bunch of seats around you left open.

However, this was not an airplane, but a conference room where everyone had free choice on where they wanted to occupy for the duration of the next hour, the fact remained that three open chairs immediately surrounding me remained open, with numerous people preferring to remain standing, as opposed to sitting near me.

The low-hanging fruit is that I clearly must smell bad, or emanate an odor that is unsavory to people I do not know, but among my friends and those people who actually take the time to get to know me, most have no problem sitting in close proximity to me, so I’m (hopefully) able to take the stinky hypothesis off the table.

So the only logical conclusion at this point is that I have fuck-off aura, that is as potent and overpowering as an anime or video game character, at compelling people to stay the fuck away from me.  Not that I necessarily mind the space that people give me, it gets to the point where I begin to ponder about the appearance of everyone fucking-off from me, and unfortunately perception is reality, and it probably does me little good to look like a person that everyone else wants to stay away from.

I do not apologize or feel the need to disclaim that I have the male equivalent of resting bitch face, and that I look pissed off as my neutral state of existence.  There are times in which such is the case, but even when I feel as if I’m having a good day, I understand that the expression on my face is that of experiencing the absolutely shitty state of transportation in Santorini, Greece.  But people, including my own mother and mythical wife, often implore me to fake it and smile every now and then, which isn’t necessarily bad advice, but faking it, and faking a less miserable expression is tiring and requires more effort and fucks than I’m willing to give, especially in this day and age.

This was not an isolated incident as well.  I have all sorts of memories in my life where relative strangers typically have demonstrated a noticeable aversion to sitting near me, and this isn’t even the only incident off the top of my head in my own office.

There was once a team meeting, that was especially packed on this particular day, and every single seat was taken, except for the one right next to me.  I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at the notion that even within my own team, my fuck-off aura struck again, and the only seat to remain empty was the one next to me, and this was among a lot of company who kind of knew me, as we were in the same department.

And to add insult to injury, one of the few people in my company that I am not particularly fond of, they meandered into the meeting late, as is customary for the narcissistic asshole they are, but they did a quick scan of the room to look for a seat, and they put themselves into a situation where they were seen scanning, which meant that they had to take something if it were available, and so I had to end up sitting next to my least favorite colleague for the next 40 minutes, all because my fuck-off aura put us into this scenario.

Like I said, incidents like this have happened numerous times in my life, but it just so happens that it happened to a degree where I finally had the motivation to actually sit down and write about it.  And also like I said, I refuse to apologize and ask for forgiveness for looking mean and scary, and if people are unwilling to put their biases aside, then they really can go fuck off.

Proposing a modification to best of sevens

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Obviously I didn’t watch the game, but when I saw the score, I wasn’t the least bit surprised that not only did the Knicks beat the 76ers to complete the sweep, they won by a large margin.  And not only did the Knicks knock the Sixers out of the playoffs, Philadelphia got completely owned (again) by the legions of New Yorkers who made the jaunt down to Philly to watch the conclusion to the series, completely taking over the Whatever Name Arena that the Sixers call home.

Man, I don’t know what’s the deal in Philly, because I normally have this begrudging respect for their sports fans, but outside of the Eagles, it feels like Philly sports fans have completely lost their reputation, seeing as how the Phillies, Sixers and even the Flyers who were also just swept out of the NHL playoffs are all showing poorly, and their supposed, die-hard fans, aren’t showing much better either.

But anyway, back to the subject of this post, I have a proposal that would absolutely, never, ever come to fruition because a lot of parties stand to lose money if it were to happen, and regardless of if the athletes themselves would love the idea, The Man absolutely refuses to yield any money under any circumstances, logical or not.

Regardless; my proposal would be that in a best-of-seven matchup, should any team go up 3-0, the series is over, without the need to get a fourth win.  My hypothetical eye test has observed throughout my life as a sports fan, that not only has historically a 3-0 all but guaranteed a series win, in most cases, a 3-0 has a high chance of being a sweep.

Most every sports fans know that a comeback from 0-3 is practically impossible, with there being legitimately just three recognized instances in history; two in the NHL, one in MLB, and zero in the NBA.  Sure, there have been many instances where be it pride, a fluke, or a good old fashioned college try, where a team down 0-3 has scraped out a win, maybe two, with only a few times in history where they managed to force a game 7, but the ultimate comeback has literally only happened three times in the three big sports that utilize best-of-sevens.

And the thing is, the numbers actually back up my observation; with teams that are up 3-0, their win percentages in game 4 are all ranging from 60-70%, with MLB teams completing the sweep 77.5% of the time, NHL teams closing out at 62.5%, and NBA teams putting the finishing touches at a rate of 69.3%.

So that being said, zeroing in on the NBA, since it’s never happened before, why even bother anymore with playing out a series once a team goes up 3-0?  Not only has it been proven to be impossible for a team down 0-3 to comeback, it seems like in most cases that not only do they get swept, but they also get blown the fuck out in the finale too.

Much like the rest of the world, the NBA today has a lot of players who fall into this complete defeatist mentality, and watching teams that know history is against them, with a monumental task in front of them, you can just see their will to try and give effort is just not there.  I don’t care enough to really pore through the numbers, but I’d wager that a noticeable number of 3-0 game 4’s in history have resulted in not just a sweep, but a sweep by virtue of a big embarrassing blowout.

That being said, I propose to eliminate game 4s once a team is up 3-0, and declare it a series victory, because frankly, it just seems like a foregone conclusion that’s formally just a waste of time.

Obviously, this would never fly, because television broadcast money, advertiser money, venue money, ticket money, concessions money, all the money that circulates on account of one singular basketball game, would be forfeit with this idea, and nobody wants to lose out on getting paid.

But I feel like players would be over the moon if this idea were to become reality, and it would create all sorts of interesting new dynamics if this were the case.  A team up 2-0 starts to really play with their balls out in game 3, knowing that they can close out the series immediately, and potentially get a few extra days to rest before the following round. 

A team down 0-2 really now needs to kick that desperation gear in motion, because 0-2 now becomes the 0-3 in a way, but the difference is if they can stave off 0-3, they not only stay alive, but mathematically 1-2 comebacks don’t mean the end of the world, and even 1-3 comebacks are not impossible either.

Plus there’s a number of not-so altruistic factors that come into play, because if a team closes out a series at 3-0, and have to wait on an opponent in another series that goes the distance, there’s a potential for a long layoff, and almost every sport has demonstrated the perils of too much time off, and it could creates for some interesting outcomes if a hot team that won a 3-0 sits for 13 days, while their opponent who went 7 games to move on is battle tested, hardened, and still has momentum on their side; or they could be exhausted, and the team that won 3-0 got some much-needed rest, and then they overpower their opponents.

Above all else, basketball is a physically grueling sport.  Probably more running than any other sport outside of futbol, and last year especially, we saw an NBA playoffs where like 3-4 different guys tore their ACLs, most notably Tyrese Haliburton in game 7 of the Finals.  Players would probably be thrilled at the possibility of gaining some extra rest time, should they close an opponent out 3-0, and something like this could be critical at allowing for players to get some much needed rest and recovery, and strategically lead to some more compelling basketball.

But again, it boils down to the fact that game 4s now, where a team is down 0-3 are just boring as fuck.  The losing team not only almost doesn’t ever win, they also get embarrassed, when they get blown out to complete their sweeps.  The NBA playoffs are already long enough, why not make some tweaks to the format to help spice some things up?

Is there anyone who doesn’t know how to be a pro-athlete more than Kelsey Plum?

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Yahoo Sports: WNBA star Kelsey Plum demonstrates a critical lack of understanding of tax knowledge, embarrassing herself and whatever representation she claims with her proud proclamation of avoiding a tax clause but being completely wrong about it

The fact that a brogger like me is once against writing about anything related to the WNBA at all goes to show how much the sport has risen over the last few years or so, but it should be noted that once again, it is about Kelsey Plum, whom I’m inclined to believe seems to have no idea of what it takes to be a professional athlete.

A year ago, she made the news because she crashed out on an autograph hound that was camping outside of her team’s hotel, and sure, the dude was obviously one of those cretin fans that just wanted autographs with the intention to flip and profit, but from what I saw, the guy wasn’t pushy, maintained a safe and respectful distance, was out in public, and it was during the daytime.  As far as anyone seeking autographs, this person was pretty respectful, and not necessarily deserving of the criticism and combative approach from Plum.

But frankly, my general take was that the fact that someone was there seeking WNBA players, kind of goes to show how much the awareness of women’s pro basketball has risen, and that at least to me, there’s a degree of “we’ve made it” that should be considered when autograph seekers start seeking their players out.  And that Plum had a poor showing on professional athlete conduct with how she basically verbally dunked on a fan just tryna get some autos.

And here we go again, with Kelsey Plum making some niche news again, and once again the Magic 8 ball says outlook not good.

TL;DR the WNBA renegotiated their collective bargaining agreement, and it was a huge win for all the women in the WNBA because it came with a massive pay bump, leaps and bounds better than the paltry $74,000 minimum salary that was in place prior to.

Kelsey Plum, being a good basketball player, somewhat still in the prime of her career, was eligible for a $1.4M supermax contract, which again, considering the top players of the league were making less than 90% that a year prior, was due to make some big bank.  However, she ultimately signed with the LA Sparks for an approximate value of $999,999, notably one dollar shy of a cool million bucks.

She would go on to boast about how that one dollar would prevent her from hitting a threshold that would make her eligible for what’s known as the California Mental Health Services Act, AKA “the millionaire’s tax.”  To her knowledge, signing for $999,999 instead of $1M meant she would save $13,000 in taxes.

However, tax experts were quick to correct and educate the rest of the viewing world that Plum’s belief on how the millionaire’s tax worked was not accurate, and that the tax would only affect any dollars that were $1M and above. 

Had she signed for a $1M, she would have owed 13¢ in taxes on that solitary dollar that pushed her to $1M.  Had she signed the $1.4M supermax deal with the Sparks that she was entitled to, she would have had to have eaten $182,000 in taxes, but if we’re doing math over here, she would have still netted $1,218,000, which is $218,001 more than the $999,999 she signed for.  Sure, she would have had to have eaten a tax hit, but it’s funny that in her belief she was saving $13K, she ended up losing $218K.

The best part about all of this was Plum’s sheer cockiness in her belief that she had gamed some system.  Because fewer things are more hilarious than someone being so sure that they’re right about something, only to be completely wrong about it.

That being said, I’m more inclined to believe that there’s no professional athlete more ill-suited to being a professional athlete than Kelsey Plum is, because she doesn’t seem to like autograph seekers, and whether she was using an agent or not, she completely bombed at playing the salary game, and these are just kind of things that seem to be everyday life for other professional athletes.

Act like you’ve been there before, not like you have absolutely no clue to how the culture of privilege works.

Spirit Airlines dying is not good for the industry

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NPR: Spirit Airlines ceases all operations after failing to get bailed out by the government, effectively killing the company and costing thousands of people their jobs

I know that for years, Spirit has more or less been the butt of almost all jokes when it comes to airline travel.  Costs money to breathe, nickels and dimes for seatbelts and bathroom access, it’s the Greyhound of the skies, only a certain demographic travels on Spirit, etc. 

However, regardless of all the people who think they’re comedians, there was a definite place for Spirit in the industry; there is always a place for the company that deliberately tries to be the cheapest option, in a sea full of companies who couldn’t give two shits about customers.

I remember when Spirit rose from the ashes in like 2006 or 2007.  I didn’t know they had existed for a decade before then, but I remember how aggressive they were at trying to build a customer base, and I vaguely recall they had flights as low as like $14 and other mind-boggling fares, all to fill seats, sell their mission, and let people know that they existed.  I never did capitalize on any of those dirt-cheap fares, but it definitely did its job at announcing their arrival in the market.

I’ve actually flown Spirit more than most people probably care to admit.  Sure, they’re cheap, and their seats are basically plywood with light fabric covering them.  Yes, they do nickel and dime you for just about everything they can.  Yeah, luggage can be problematic if you don’t plan well.  But the thing is, if you know all the rules, and are willing to adhere to them, they’re actually not that bad.

In spite of their general reputation, I can’t say that I’ve ever really had any major problems with their performance.  Sure, there have been some delays here and there, and last year was the first time in which they inexplicably cancelled a flight on me, causing me to have to scramble, but by and large, I have flown with Spirit many times, to places like Washington DC, Dallas to Las Vegas, and they’ve typically been pretty satisfactory.

I’ve never needed to swindle, try and game the system, or cheat the agents at the gate, as long as I prepared properly, they’ve always been cost-effective and reliable at getting me from point A to point B.

So I’m sad to hear that they’re now basically dead.  Not just because tens of thousands of people are losing their jobs, not just because that hundreds of travelers were boned and left absolutely stranded and shell shocked at the notion that their flights were cancelled on account of, the carrier going completely tits up right in the middle of their itineraries.

But because the airline industry needs cost-effective carriers like Spirit, in order to keep the monopolies honest.  Sure, lots of people wouldn’t mind paying more to get a little more comfort, a checked bag, in-flight snacks and wi-fi, but when the price difference starts creeping into $300+, that typically tends to make even the most cash-flush flyers begin to scratch their heads and deliberate whether or not the cost difference is worth it.

And when companies like Spirit go away, and take their $149 RT from Atlanta to DC off the table, it leaves the lowest option to be like Delta’s basic $299 RT that passengers don’t get to choose seats, get no SkyMiles, get no cancellation policy, basically everything Spirit already did, but for double the price.

It’s crazy too, because from my point of view, Spirit didn’t operate too differently than like, AirTran did.  But for whatever reason, Spirit could just never get to that point where they grew to the point where they were enticing by a bigger company to come assimilate them like the Borg and the people running Spirit would have succeeded in the American Dream of being able to get to a position to where they could sell out.

Especially over the last few years, there were always rumors or press snippets about Spirit merging with others, like Frontier or JetBlue, but clearly nothing ever came to fruition with those.  I have no idea nor do I care to research on why that was the case, but it just seems sad that everything always seemed to fall through, and Spirit was put in this position of being the first head cut off in regards to low-cost carriers.

I don’t fly nearly as much as I used to these days, but I always did consider Spirit to be a viable option, and I can’t help but feel sad that they’ve been put out to pasture.  As much as I still bemoan the departure of AirTran from eons ago, I figure the next time I see the lowest cost option to fly to BWI or MCO being like $379, I’m going to be salty at all the parties involved that contributed towards the removal of Spirit from the field, knowing that I probably could’ve saved at least 50%, had I been willing to pay for my oxygen and sitting on covered plywood.

Free is a four-letter word

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And is about as inflammatory and prone to resulting in aggravation, disappointment and general negativity as some of the more notorious four-letter words out there in the common lexicon.

I’ve spent the better part of a week this month at my dad’s old place in Virginia, my old home, cleaning it out, because as he’s no longer living there, the only logical thing to do would be to empty it out and get rid of it.  Of course, that isn’t going to happen on its own, and nobody in my family really seems as eager to not let a valuable asset potential degrade due to neglect as I am, so that has almost entirely fallen on my shoulders to do, despite the fact that I would rather have been doing a hundred other things than driving all the way up there just to clean and struggle to do my job remotely since that home hadn’t had internet access in the last two years.

I had the brilliant analogy that my dad was basically like Wall-E, in the sense that he seemed to collect an inordinate amount of useless and worthless trash and tchotchkes, but he was pretty good at organizing it and making it look fairly orderly within his own home.  However, when it comes to sorting and determining what could be salvaged and what needed to be tossed, it became very, very quickly apparent that the load didn’t jive with the time available, and that pretty much everything needed to be trashed.

It was like an episode of Storage Wars where Dave Hester would always brag about the potential profitability about every single storage unit he won, but that’s because he had a consignment shop where all the bullshit he collected could sit on shelves and make a nickel five months later, as opposed to being moved immediately.  My dad had a lot of stuff that honestly could’ve made a few bucks here and there if time were on our side, but in the span of a week, I wasn’t about to try and organize a last second single home flea market for the legions of crap that my dad had hoarded over the last decade and a half.

Box full of optical mice?  Trash.  Bag full of brand-new commercial painting supplies?  Trash.  Boxes full of partially used duct and electrical tape?  Trash.  Box of tool grade rope?  Crate full of commercial paper towels?  Industrial tubs full of liquid soap?  Trash, trash, trash.

Amidst all the crap were all sorts of personal and family mementos too, stuff that my sister, my mom or myself didn’t take with us when we all inevitably moved out.  And as much as I tend to hesitate when it comes to disposing of anything of such nature, I walked into my week of work with a credo, to harden the heart and let shit go, because otherwise I would accomplish nothing.  If nobody cared about this stuff to take with them when they left, nobody is going to care about it when it’s tossed.

High school yearbooks, shop class projects, little pieces of crap that I may have saved at random points in my life, all part of the trash pile.  I had a moment of quiet shock, when my mom took her wedding photo album and tossed it into a box marked for disposal, but seeing as how they are divorced, it’s understandable, but still no less slightly mortifying as a child of said union.

When my work was done, the house was still in pretty much chaos, but at least it was fairly organized chaos.  Originally, I had planned on just being a repeated shuttle back and forth to the dump to dispose of everything that needed to go, but my aunt and my mom meddled and convinced me to pay for professional disposal.  Having a little experience with it, I knew to expect a bill north of a grand if we were going to go that route, but the thought of saving myself and my car the labor didn’t hurt, so that’s the choice I made, and I made some calls and reached out to a few companies, and landed with one who would come at a later date to come pick up all the trash.

Among all the crap, I had pulled aside some items that even I thought, would go quickly, if offered for free to the community, like some extension ladders, a television, and a weed-wacker.  Long story short, the ladders moved, but with resistance, and I ended up donating the television and the trimmer to Goodwill when neither generated a lick of interest.

Additionally, there were also a lot of furniture that I felt had some value in it, and I figured it shouldn’t be hard to leverage the Salvation Army to come pick up some free furniture that they could then flip at their consignment shops; yes, I’m aware of the general negative reputation the internet has over the SA, but I just wanted to get this house cleared in the most efficient and cost-effective manner possible, and in the past I’ve used them to help clear out my old house, and they seemed like a logical option.

After I had left, and the scheduled day of the SA pickup had passed, I called my mom whom I entrusted to be on site to let the SA guys in, and she told me that they took nothing.  They came into the home, examined all the marked items, deemed them not suitable quality, and refused to move anything that required traveling a flight of stairs.  I knew right away that it wasn’t so much that everything I offered was inadequate, as much as it was around 3:30 pm when they showed up to my place, their truck was probably full, the workers were tired, and they simply did not want to go through the labor of hauling off all the stuff I had asked them to.

So I basically got exactly what I had paid for – zero.

There’s the popular adage that people should never stop learning, and it was at this moment that I decided that I have fully learned an important lesson that I will try to implement into my remaining life, and that free, is bullshit, and to look at anything in life that claims to be free, with the skepticism that I would look at anyone proclaiming to be a Nigerian prince.

Free, always sounds awesome, but free comes with a whole slew of conditionals that are mitigated when there’s some form of transactional currency.  And the drawback to free always seems to be at the extreme risk of something often times more valuable than any form of currency, which is time, because with the case of the Salvation Army, their refusal to do their job because their service was free, still cost me a great deal of time, as I did not have a fallback plan, because they did me right in my own previous experience, which was a fallacy in its own right that I need to be mindful of in the future as well.

But I think about all the times in my life where something has been free, whether it’s been me trying to get something, or me trying to give shit away, and almost all of the instances, have involved aggravation, regret, and questioning why I did in the first place.

It’s like the IHOP fallacy, whenever they do like their free pancake day or whatever, you see on the news people who wait hours for a free short stack of pancakes, when that same short stack would’ve cost like $7 and get it immediately if you paid for it, making those who think about it realize that paying > free.

I’ve gone through great lengths in the past to get free bobbleheads at ballparks, and looking back at all those instances, I can count on one hand where it’s actually been worth it, and I actually applaud myself in any instance where I may have self-policed my time versus free scale and altered my choices in the past.

I also think about the sheer aggravation of trying to give stuff away on stuff like Craigslist or Facebook Marketplace, because it seems like something that should be layups, but the flake rate for free shit is so astronomically high, so often times I just end up throwing perfectly good shit away, because I simply grew exasperated with trying to not be wasteful and giving away perfectly good goods, because I’m just tired of people.

The point of all this is that I have, I truly have, learned, that the word free is not necessarily a good word anymore, and is instead a loaded word, full of conditionals and rules and invisible clauses, that one really needs to understand the risks when they inevitably grow tempted by it, solely because of the potential end result of a transaction with nothing exchanged.

So many times in life, it’s simply better to just grow up, pay up, and get shit done, without any of the bullshit that free entails.

Been a rough year for Kim Hye-song already

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Prior to the season in the WBC, Kim had to be a part of the Team Korea that sure, finally managed to get out of groups for the first time in an eternity, but they also took some embarrassing losses to Japan and Taiwan.  Capped off by getting mercy-rule walked-off on by the Dominican Republic to end their run.

Comes back to the United States to finish up Spring Training, only to be told that despite hitting .407 with an OPS of .967, he is being sent down to start the season in the minor leagues, citing his WBC commitment taking away from a proper preseason preparation regimen.  I didn’t really say anything over social media platforms because I frankly didn’t want to deal with the likely outrage of Dodgers fans, racist weebs and all other pleebs of the internet, but I found it suspicious that Kim would get such rationale as justification to send him to the minors, despite the fact that all of his Japanese teammates were in the exact same boat, and weren’t getting demoted, but that I suppose it shouldn’t be a surprise to see a team full of Japanese players and constantly on the country of Japan’s dick 25/8 sending their lone Korean teammate away. 

Because it’s one of those things that nobody that isn’t Korean would really understand, and it wasn’t worth the aggravation of triggering the ire of the internet, but it’s definitely something that nobody would be willing to admit to probably being the case.

Anyway, Kim dominates Triple-A because it’s too easy for the caliber of player he is, in spite of the limited Spring Training, hitting .346 with an OPS of .822, and at the very first injury reported to the Dodgers, he’s immediately called back up, where he’s already hitting .308 with a .796 OPS.

And six games in is all it takes for Kim to be given the all look same treatment, and be mistaken for one of his more famous Japanese teammates, as SNY’s Gary Cohen states “Yamamoto looking on” when the camera panned to Kim watching in the dugout.

Like I said, it’s slights like these that nobody who isn’t Korean would really understand just how aggravating they can be, and why Koreans like me have these chips on our shoulders when it comes to rolling our eyes at the insufferably weeb-ey excessive praise for anything Japan that Weeb-ey America is so subject to falling for.

The tiny, in all fairness, factor to this is the fact that it was from the visiting team’s broadcast, and seeing as how the Mets haven’t had a Korean player since like Koo Dae-Sung, they’re less educated when it comes to disambiguation between Asians, but if I had to put money on it, I can’t imagine that this racist bungling of telling Asians apart hasn’t happened among Dodgers media either.

But the point remains it happened, it’s embarrassing for those who were apart of it, from Cohen, as well as the cameraman who put the camera on Kim after being prompted by discussions of Yamamoto.  And like most incidents that are insensitive towards Koreans and Asians in general, the backlash for this will be vastly less severe, acknowledged or taken nearly as seriously as if it would be if it involved black people or Hispanics.

If it hasn’t happened already, I don’t imaging there will be any sort of apology from Cohen or SNY, and while everyone is laughing about it, I can lighten up and see the humor in it, but also still remain disappointed and feel dejected by the continuous failure of white people and white people media who love to police others and tell them to be better, while continuously failing to take their own fucking advice.

It doesn’t matter how well Kim Hye-song plays or doesn’t play, if people keep getting him mixed up with the other Chinamen on his own team, I’d rather see him go elsewhere, where he might actually get some fucking respect.

Better Drivers. Doesn’t Matter. Papa Atlanta Roads.

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WSB: Papa Johns semi truck crashes, overturns on I-75, causes massive traffic jams

Not a whole lot to add to this.  It’s been a while since I wrote about a good old fashioned truck crash on the highways, but I’m disappointed to see that it wasn’t one of those catastrophes that ended with pizzas all over the place, scattered all over the highways, and all over the medians and shoulders.

Considering the fact that this happened right at the doorstep of Kennesaw State University, a budding commuter college in the Metro Atlanta area that has slowly been creeping upward over the last few years, probably buoyed by the gradual improvements and successes of their athletic program, there would’ve been an easy joke about how it was probably some broke boy college kids going all Fast & Furious on a pizza truck, hoping to score some free pizza, as if nobody would suspect the nearby college on whom could have done it.

No, I’m actually pretty familiar the location of this particular one, because I’ve had to drive north on I-75 for work related purposes a bunch of times, and there’s a specialist I’ve had to go to a few times in like Acworth, so I know the exact spot where this happened.

Although the lanes do merge up around here from a prior exit as well as being an access point for the toller-coaster Express lanes, everything is pretty straight, which makes it puzzling to how a semi can get into such a catastrophe where they end up overturned and halfway buried into the wall.  Then again, never underestimate the incompetence of the vast majority of people on the roads, because there’s no conditions where someone can’t somehow end up gravely injured or dead, in even the most seemingly safe road conditions.

But really, what spurred this post to fruition is that whenever I hear the name Papa Johns, I think about the photo and ensuing memes that basically murdered his career with the company that was named after him, where he was spotted blitzed drunk out of his mind at a basketball game, and hanging off of two college bros like he were Weekend at Bernie’s.  Even though this happened like an eon ago at this point, some people never forget, and it’s what always comes to mind whenever I think of the brand.

That said, as mentioned before, not a whole lot to add, not a whole lot else to write about this.  Wish there was some more of a catastrophic wreck where cargo was strewn about, but such was unfortunately not the case.