The Braves are going to suck in 2015, and I kind of can’t wait

Impetus: The Atlanta Braves trade catcher Evan Gattis to the Houston Astros for three prospects.

Between Jason Heyward, Justin Upton and now Evan Gattis, the Braves have now traded away the bats that have been responsible for 114 of the team’s last 304 home runs over the last two years.  Sure, home runs aren’t necessarily the appropriate measuring stick for talent, but they certainly are popular.  And maybe 114 doesn’t sound like a lot, considering it’s a little over 30%, but those 304 home runs in the last two seasons took 40 players each year to accumulate.  Now take away three guys that made a large chunk of those home runs happen, and you’ve got a team that isn’t going to show up on any highlight packages any time soon.

Needless to say, the MO of the Braves organization right now is to punt on 2015, and hold their breath and hope that the prospects that they’ve traded away several of their most valuable assets to acquire will develop into talented stars, and lead the team back into contention at a later date.  Unfortunately for Braves fans, that means a very likely scenario of really bad seasons in 2015, 2016 and if the prospects don’t pan out (which they probably won’t, because most prospects don’t), and in 2017 too.

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When creative parodying strikes

I once saw a meme image that stated “your shirt says UFC but your body says KFC.”  Bahahahaha.

I laughed about it heartily.

There’s a guy at my gym that is an obvious resolutioner, and I’m pretty perceptive and good at recognizing people at places that I go regularly.  To this resolutioner’s credit, he has been coming at least once a week for the last three now, but that is still no indication that he might vanish come February, but the thing is, that there are two things that I noticed about this guy:

  1. 100% of his “working out” is spent in cable crossovers.  Whether anything that can be done with cables, he’s doing with cables.  Sometimes he’ll jump up and grab the cross beam and try to do some pull ups, but literally 100% of his time in the gym is spent amidst the cables.  Naturally, no leg workouts occur here, either.
  2. He always wears this pair of TAPOUT shorts.  Sometimes in conjunction with a TAPOUT shirt.

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College football and wrestling logic, revisited

Ultimately, if it were up to me, I would have liked to have seen Oregon win the National Championship, because when the day is over, it’s always fun to see Ohio State get shit on.  But when the mighty Oregon offense simply could not accomplish anything against Ohio State’s defense, even after halftime, the writing was on the wall and I frankly didn’t even have to stay up until the finish to know that the Ducks were toast.

As a consolation prize though, however, I can apply the aforementioned wrestling logic that Virginia Tech are the uncrowned National Champions, by virtue of being the one team that actually beat Ohio State throughout the entire season.

This is where Rick Rude with Frank Beamer emerges from the curtain to shit on the championship parade being held by the Ultimate Warrior after beating Hulk Hogan to remind the Warrior that he still has his own championship victory over him, and that BCS Redemption sponsored by Snickers, the National Championship should be on the line against the Hokies.

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Rank shaming is basically the lamest form of flaming

I was playing League of Legends one day (big surprise), and I was in a game with a teammate of marginal talent, repeatedly dying.  Eventually they blamed their performance (or lack thereof) on the royal lag, which is obviously the reason why anyone has a bad game, because everyone is extremely talented at League of Legends and the only thing that can suppress their immense talent would be uncontrollable ISP maladies.

Anyway, my natural response to someone whining about lag was to basically tell them to stop playing, because let’s face it, it’s not fair to their current and their future teammates to repeatedly enter games with their true talents inhibited by connectivity issues, and not necessarily said to (entirely) antagonize them.  But naturally, since 95% of LoL’s player base are functioning deadbeats, they naturally took it personally and decided to spend the rest of the game antagonizing me as best as they could, which is to say pathetically and completely ineffectively.

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Work griping

It doesn’t happen that often, but work has been stressing me out lately.  I’ll be the first to admit that my work isn’t at all that strenuous on a regular basis, but lately it’s been far more trying on a daily basis than it regularly is, and I’m finding myself actually dreading going to work in the mornings as of late.

Amazingly, my work anxieties lately don’t have (as much) anything to do with the insistence of people in stuffy office America using PowerPoint, but simply the fact that people lack consideration.

It would be too easy (not to mention narcissistic) to simply declare myself smarter or more considerate than other people, but frankly I don’t always think that is the case in either application.  Sure, I call people dumb all the time, but really I have to guess that people just aren’t paying attention.  Or maybe I’m just trying to be generally nice about the whole thing, but the bottom line is that I frankly do believe that people lack a lot of the little social considerations of others that I seem to think that I don’t, and it usually leads to lot of judgmental observations of what I think are the shortcomings of society in general.

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Nine degrees

Cold enough to where if I want to mention it, I have to write out the number, because in conventional writing, single digits are treated in such a manner.

Seriously, nine degrees? Granted, I don’t dislike the cold, but even for me, this is a little bit of frigid.

The scary thing is that I remember the last time it hit single digits, and it was around this time last year; it was like seven degrees when I got back from Las Vegas, and my car’s ignition was definitely labored in the face of the bitter cold. Subsequently, within the next few weeks that arctic snap would also result in the Snowpocalypse which crippled the city under two inches of snow and a sheet of ice, making Atlanta the laughing stock of the planet for a quick breeze.

I’m reluctant to bring that part up, because frankly I’d rather not go through it again, despite the fact that there were hundreds of people that probably had it way worse than I did.

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The other side of the story

This time of the year, one of the most common conflicts I see on social media as well as select groups of peers is the one that stems from the onslaught of people who embark on a New Year’s resolution to lose weight, and crowd their choice gym to begin their ascent into physical improvement.  As the story goes, 99% of the people that set out to get in shape give up after an extremely short denomination of time, whether it’s a week or a month.  However, it doesn’t change the fact that for whatever denomination of time that is, they’re still there, clogging up the gym, taking your parking spaces, locker spaces, (ill) using the equipment you want to be using when you want to use it, and just plain taking up space.

There are people that believe that it’s of poor taste to shame those that are simply just trying to improve themselves, and roll their eyes and scoff at those people who bitch and moan about how their gyms are all clogged up and crawling with n00bs.  Then there are those people who are, and have been regular gym goers, which are all often times creatures of habit, never liking when the norm is deviated from, especially the influx of n00bs that are now encroaching on their routines, and they will bitch and moan about how such is occurring, and exclaim how “they can’t wait until next week/month when they’ll all give up and stop coming.

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