Must be nice to be so rich, people don’t matter

Good news: I secured tickets to Worlds, the League of Legends world championship, this year in Los Angeles

Bad news: They’re nosebleed seats, because I among hundreds and thousands of other aspiring ticket purchasers were unable to get luck of the draw through AXS’s convoluted “randomizing” ticket queue system

Naturally, thousands of people are livid at the system used by Riot Games to sell Worlds tickets this year.  Personally, I’m not pleased with it either, considering the planning, preparation and execution of my own pursuit to get the best possible seats, and still barely eked through to get shitty nosebleeds.  I mean, at least I managed to acquire tickets, but I’m not satisfied with the system in which they were acquired.

Basically, AXS is a company that somehow makes people wish Worlds tickets went on sale through Ticketmaster.  This is the equivalent of preferring Playstation 4s being sold at Walmart on Black Friday as opposed to buying them from AXS.  Never mind the bullshit fees that pretty much equate to a whole third ticket, because most people expect ticket sellers to rape people with their bullshit fees.

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The most NOVA story ever

Short story shorter: woman in smarmy Mercedes-Benz somehow manages to not just crash, but wedge her car stuck onto the bumper of a smarmier $300,000 Ferrari

Watching the corresponding video to this tragic story, all I could think about was the issues that fictional Eagletonians dealt with in fictional Parks and Recreation; shit like not enough lobster at the soiree, or the mineral water content in the urinals being not up to par.

But this is pretty much the most Northern Virginia story ever to happen.  A WASP pretending like they’re rich and white privileged, somehow managing to not just hit, but basically run over and get stuck on top of an extremely overpriced and expensive status symbol with wheels; owned by another WASP.  Not to mention the Benz had a vanity plate reading “DER BNZ” because nothing is WASPier than needing to let everyone know that your car is definitely of a German manufacturer.

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A little bit of retribution?

In short: Cobb voters choose to not reelect chairman Tim Lee, the man primarily behind the under-the-table deal which agreed to bring the Atlanta Braves to Cobb County

Unfortunately, Cobb residents will still be on the hook for much of the burden that Great White Flight ScumTrust Park will create, but at least they can have a tiny bit of solace in knowing that they denied Tim Lee’s plight to continue on as chairman of the county.

I like how the media tries to downplay the involvement of the conception of ScumTrust Park in Lee’s defeat, and uses words like “partially.”  It’s entirely because of ScumTrust Park and the deception used and the trust broken that it all symbolizes that led to this development.  Lee had been chairman for the last six years, and stayed put because nothing seemed broke, so the apathetic Cobb voters didn’t want to fix anything; but then he brokered the Braves deal in secret and with zero time for constituent opposition, shattered the trust of all residents, and is now seeing the effects of how far you can push a population before they push back.

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Priorities fail

Embarrassing: HuffPost sports article about NFL player who is underpaid despite making more money than entire small countries

I’ll admit, I bit the bait and clicked this article, knowing it was going to piss me off.  I get it, as a sports fan, knowing the logic and truth to why discussions about the salary of professional athletes can actually exist, and that in the grand spectrum of the game of keeping up with the Joneses, players can be “underpaid.”  But as a rational human being, I also know that professional athletes, at the lowest level of skill required to make a big league roster, will still make more than most doctors, educators and people who actually make differences in the world.

So I’m reading this article, and trying to choke back the alligator tears at the plight of a large man who is good at grabbing other large men and throwing them to the ground while fighting the villainous concussion monster.  I’m reading and reading, about the sacks, the tackles, the underrated rush defense efficiency, but wondering how long it’s going to take to get to the bare numbers, the ones that I know are going to piss me off.

13 paragraphs of rhetoric about how he deserves more money, as if he cured cancer but works at the Wendy’s drive-thru.  13 paragraphs, and then we finally get to the empathy-inducing pitiful numbers of a man, scraping by to get a loaf of bread and a dozen eggs to feed his wife and three children.

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Rare Pikachu: A smart NFL player

I love this story: RB Alfred Morris signs a 2-year/$3.5M contract with the Dallas Cowboys, but still drives and loves his 1991 Mazda 626 that he purchased for $2 dollars.

Now this is what it means to love a car.  I’d like to believe that if I came into millions of fuck you money, I’d still continue to drive my existing car until it became a good idea to perhaps purchase something else.  And even then, I can’t imagine that I’d go nuts and get an Aston Martin or some other pointless supercar.

But I’m all about Alfred Morris’s love for his ‘Bentley,’ and the obvious notion that he’s a pretty level-headed guy that might just be aware of how volatile a career as an NFL fringe player, and that it might be a good idea to be smart with his money.  I respect a guy who doesn’t go crazy when he comes into pro-athlete money, and even more so when he loves his old beater of a car and refuses to propagate stereotypes.  One thing the country doesn’t need more of is broke, dumb former athletes who burden taxpayers with bankruptcy and their lack of contributions to normal society.

Despite the fact that a Mazda dealership back from his days on the Redskins refurbished his car to near-new condition, it’s refreshing to read a story about an NFL player that still manages to appreciate and enjoy the little things, like his first ride.

I AM THE BURRITO KING

me with THE Willy of Willy’s

On July 1, the Willy’s Road Trip promotion began.  I knocked out eight locations off the bat.  On July 2, I knocked out ten Willy’s, including the daunting Athens location.  On July 3, I visited eight more Willy’s and on July 4th, I visited the last Willy’s and didn’t hesitate when I got to my computer to submit the photos of all my receipts.

I got notification that I was the first one in on July 5, but a brief explanation that my submission would have to be verified and confirmed before I was officially anointed the first winner of the Willy’s Road Trip.  I figured, eh, no big deal, this shouldn’t take long, and that I had nothing to worry about because I followed the rules and stayed within parameters the entire way.

But then the waiting began.  I didn’t hear back throughout the remainder of the July 5.  Did something go awry?  I didn’t hear back on July 6.  Did they dislike my tactic of getting a cheapo item at most of the locations?  I didn’t hear back on July 7.  Did they not like the fact that I didn’t blow up Twitter or social media with their hashtag?

I was getting anxious.  Why was it taking Willy’s longer to verify my handful of receipts than it took me to drive nearly 300 miles in four days to visit?

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Oh look, moar proof

Bloomberg: The Braves Play Taxpayers Better Than They Play Baseball

For all the words I’ve spent talking about how the Atlanta Braves are a bunch of money-grubbing immoral crooks in regards to the covert planning and execution of the construction of ScumTrust Park, I’ve neglected the other branches of the Braves organization, namely the minor leagues.  And despite the fact that I far prefer minor league ball over the trash at the major league level, as far as the Braves are concerned, it turns out that they’re no less despicable in other towns too.

Now I knew about the swindling of the people done in Lawrenceville, when it came to bringing the Triple-A Braves to Gwinnett, since I know people who live up there, who don’t like baseball, who are less than impressed with the idea of having to pony up extra pennies on their daily purchases, to finance a ballpark.

However, it turns out that both the Low-A Rome Braves and the Double-A Mississippi Braves are also instances where the Braves moved teams to their current homes, after basically strong-arming their previous residences, giving them a tiny window to meet gargantuan demands, and when they predictably fail, pulling the teams and moving them to towns that had been prearranged to build ballparks at the cost of taxpayers, with hopeless promises of local financial stimulation, and a benefit to all parties, but then failed and saddled debts on the public, while the Braves and conspirators are last money in, first money out.

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