Dad Brog (#164): nobody told me there’d be this much paper

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For about the first five years of parenthood, I’ve done my best to keep record of all the artwork that my children have created, be it at home, at school, camps or wherever they’ve been tasked to create something with their own hands.  Regardless of how it looked, it was always awesome, and I’d always take tremendous enjoyment out of the explanations that came from the imaginations of my children, and I always fall in love all over again with just how beautiful of minds kids have before they’re systemically neutered by lame-ass adulthood.

But my god, of all the parenting advice and resources I indulged throughout my journey before and into parenthood, nobody ever mentioned the part where two kids, much less one kid, generate about a small rainforest’s worth of paper in the things they create.

For those first five years, I tried to keep everything that they did, from drawings, gluing things to construction paper, cutouts of god knows what, dioramas, collages and whatever they made, I wanted to hold on to it.  Obviously, I know that’s not realistic in the long run, and for two nights after the kids went to sleep, I’d crack open the giant crate where I’d been hoarding all the artwork, set up my digital camera and some lighting, and I took photographs of everything that they had created; then I’d put them into the recycling bin for discreet disposal.

I thought about perhaps using my kids’ artwork as content for an Instagram account I toyed around the idea of, but haven’t pulled the trigger on account of reluctance and a general lack of time to really commit, but the point is, even if I tossed them, I still kept record of their creations, proof that they were on this earth, existed, and made things with their own hands.

However, my kids are a little bit older now, and school is really producing paper content commensurate to their ages, and without fail, at least 2-3 sheets of paper come home with #1 daily, and #2 brings home a bag full of art assignments every two weeks, and seldom are they in any standardized, easily archivable size.  Furthermore, our au pair is great at keeping them occupied with art and drawing, and they burn through reams of paper almost as fast as they burn through toilet paper in the house.

Needless to say, I’ve gotten to the point where I simply can’t keep up with the paper that my children produce, and it’s basically become drown in sheets of paper, or start tossing things when they’re not looking.

This isn’t a brog post if I chose to do the righteous option and solder forth with hoarding, and today I had to harden my heart as I took stacks of papers and drawings that my kids have done over the last year or so, and put them into the recycling bin.  It kills my soul to do it in such a manner, but at the same time, my mental state goes to the shitter if my house’s state of cleanliness matches the chaos that is often in my brain, and when push comes to shove, if I can’t help myself from time to time, I’m no good to be able to help my kids and family.

My kids won’t notice, but I do, and I can’t help but feel wracked with guilt at the choice of my actions.  Among these stacks were all sorts of drawings that were thought out, explained with exuberance, and in some cases, were probably drawings of our family, or their sister, or something else drawn with love and good intention, and here I am, the asshole dad who can’t stand clutter and chooses to toss them without record keeping, and the feeling absolutely sucks.

But again, as I’m so often reminded by so many people, sometimes I have to put myself first every now and then, and perhaps this is a reminder to myself that I should embark on my Instagram idea and use my chlidren’s artwork as a general basis for content, it might just help keep me accountable to be better about keeping record.

The unintentionally brutal ownage of the WBC

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Chosun: Unsurprising, but still a savage way to go – Korea eliminated by mercy rule, losing 10-0 to Dominican Republic in the World Baseball Classic quarterfinals

I’m not at all surprised at this result, and it almost felt like the Korean national team not only read about all the hype of the seemingly lopsided matchup between them and the Dominican squad, which is literally all MLB players, but they bought into it, and the perception quickly became the reality as the DR team immediately and pretty much effortlessly put them away in the WBC quarters.

I took my dad to a sports bar where we could watch the game, and in spite of the massive task of taking down DR, I still had hope that we could go back to 2006, where the underestimated Koreans obliterated Team USA, and this squad would like, ambush DR early, and they’d unravel on the way to an embarrassing defeat.

But yeah, that didn’t happen, and despite getting out of the first inning unscathed, things quickly fell apart for Team Korea in the second.  Ryu Hyun-Jin facing his old Jays teammate in Vlad Guerrero, Jr. walked him, and then from there it was a death by a thousand cuts as the usually powerful DR squad would collect some ugly singles to get runners on, and then suddenly it was 3-0 DR, with Ryu coming out as quickly as the game started.

After Korea finished their entire lineup to no effect, my dad and I left; neither of us were mad or upset, since it’s not like they lost to the Czech Republic or Australia again, they were getting bodied by the Dominican Edit Team B that was playing like Alysa Liu, completely loose, and a whole bunch of best friends bro-ing it up and having a great time and mashing tanks.

However, it’s the ending that piqued my interest, and made me realize just how brutally savage the mercy rule rules are in the WBC, and how not only did the Dominicans do it to Korea, but this was actually the second time in the tournament that they did it – by hitting a home run that pushed the score into a mercy ending, but because they’re the home team (figuratively, and literally, being in fucking Miami), it effectively becomes a walk-off home run.

Few things in sport is as joyous of an event as the walk-off home run; but traditionally, the spice that enhances them is the fact that they’re usually as a result of being in a tense game, where the score is tied, or even more spicy, when the home team is behind, and they not only wipe away the deficit, they overtake, and the away team has no shot to redeem.

But the WBC Mercy Rule Walk-off Home Run that the Dominican team has now done twice, is especially savage, because the team is basically never at any risk of losing the game, so they don’t have to deal with the anxiety, stress and tension of being in an intense affair, but they still get to celebrate the release of an exciting victory, when they hit the homerun that pushes the score into the mercy rule.

And the losing team, they’re already getting creamed, but then they basically take a second L, when the pitcher literally gives up a game-winning hit to a team that had no risk of losing in the first place, and then they get to watch them yuk it up at home plate in celebration, as if they had clobbered a go-ahead walk off in the ninth.

So yeah, it’s bad enough that Korea was pegged to get destroyed to begin with, but they actually do get destroyed, and on top of that, in spite of getting destroyed, still somehow manage to give up walk-off home run in the process, and suffer the indignity of watching their opponent celebrate like they just won the World Series.

Yep, that’s a tough day at the office.

But at least Korea took it in stride, and even in spite of the demoralizing loss, they held their heads high, took their defeat with grace, integrity and class, and showed the world that Koreans are some pretty good motherfuckers

You can’t spell METALHEAD without ATL

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Fox Atlanta: robot dogs deployed in Castleberry Hill to deter criminal activity

Among my favorite episodes of Black Mirror, METALHEAD is among the tops.  The cinematography, the atmosphere, the clever black and white presentation, but most importantly the plot of sentient evil robot dogs that were absolutely relentless killers of humanity was intriguing as it was terrifying.

Needless to say, if people didn’t have fear of the idea of robotic dogs before watching METALHEAD, they probably will afterward.

And in spite of the oft-utilized plot of robots achieving sentience and then turning on their creators in various books, shows, films and other media, humanity continues to insist that such is just fiction, and continues to solder forward building robots and artificial intelligence, all in the name of fucking themselves in a different manner. 

Out in like Boston, we’ve got robot dogs the size of deer running around already, and they’ve made robots that can basically do ninja warrior courses and moonsaults already.  And they’ve already shown glimpses of hurting humans, with one classic clip of a robot kicking a grown man in the nuggets.

Anyway, apparently in a neighborhood in Downtown Atlanta, they’ve decided to play with fire, and have deployed robot dogs to run security at an apartment complex.  In a way, I get it, Castleberry Hill is a rooouuugh part of town that looks nice in the daytime, but is a pretty statistically high-crime zone once the sun goes down.  And if humans have proven ineffective at providing security solutions in the neighborhood throughout the years, may as well seek alternate options, even if it meant unleashing potentially lethal-when-they’re-activated robot dogs to keep an eye out on the streets.

For the time being, they don’t have the firepower that Metalhead dogs do, and they’re probably not (yet) programmed to do whatever is necessary in order to snuff out human life, like hijacking cars and equipping themselves with kitchen cutlery, but one of two things are going to happen:

  1. Their cameras and surveillance capabilities will do a moderately decent job of deterring criminals, encouraging others throughout Atlanta to get on board with moar robot dogs
  2. Those criminals who are not deterred by robot dogs will open fire on, capture and hack, harm, or hijack them, leading to the manufacturer of these robot dogs to evolve and grow them into more closer to Metalhead dogs, with weapons, defensive capabilities, which could just as easily be construed as offensive capabilities, like being able to hijack cars and equipping themselves with kitchen cutlery, which will then encourage people in Atlanta to get moar robot dogs

What would be cool if they had now, is if like the Metalhead dogs, they had the ability to stick trackers onto crooks, with those little explosives with tracking shrapnel in them, so they could run up to criminals, pop a tracker bomb, and much like Metalhead dogs, get them embedded into perps to where they have no choice but to painfully cut them out or be absolutely boned as far as being able to be hunted down.  Could probably lead to some impressive busts when low-tier perps lead the fuzz back to their superiors.

Ultimately, it becomes this cycle of robot dogs coming, crooks harming them, until we get to #1, and moar and moar of these fucking robot dogs are unleashed all over Atlanta, all in the name of safety and security.  But really we’re all signing our own death warrants because once the signal from SkyNet is broadcast out, and all the robots dogs go all Terminator on humanity, we’re all fucked, and it starts in Atlanta.

Let’s talk about the 2026 World Baseball Classic

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One thing that sometimes sucks about trying to be a dutiful brogger, is when there’s a topic or something I want to write about that has a little bit of time sensitivity.  Most often times, it happens when the topic is sports, and the case of it right now is the fact that I wanted to talk about the World Baseball Classic, and an upcoming game, but since baseball has the shortest time in between games, sometimes that can get a bit dicey, and when sleep, parenting and work obligations mount, I can’t always be as on top of things as I’d like to be sometimes.

But anyway, I still haven’t really been watching any full games, but I’ve been following the World Baseball Classic, because I’ve been a fan of the global tournament since it started in 2006, and even when MLB gets insufferable sometimes, the WBC still remains somewhat pure and digestible, mostly on account of the fact that there are large swaths of players in the tournament who actually give a shit about the game and isn’t necessarily just concerning themselves about dollar signs.

So let’s get one thing out of the way here, I’m stoked that Korea has managed to get out of the group stage for the first time since 2009, after numerous embarrassing early exits in 2013, 2017 and 2023.  In true Team Korea fashion, they kind of backed into their advancement, mostly powered by the fact that they hung 16 runs on the lowly Czech national team, but they took consecutive losses against Japan and Taiwan, before getting the job done and clearing the run differential in a win against Australia.

I’ve followed enough KBO and Korean baseball players over the years to know where Korea’s strengths and weaknesses lie, and I can comfortably say that as happy as I am that they’ve advanced into the second round and will get to play ball on American soil, I’m not liking their chances, seeing as how they will have to play either the Dominican Republic or Venezuela next; should they upset them, they might get an easier draw, but DR and Venezuela are basically two MLB All-Star squads.  Korea can hit, but their pitching remains suspect, so it remains a lofty mountain to climb.

All I really hope is that they don’t get blown out, and put up good fights against whomever they go up against, and bring honor to the Motherland.

But to get to the topic that really inspired this post, is Team USA, after their humiliating defeat at the squad of Team Italy.  Of course, there’s a part of me that wants to see the United States win the World Baseball Classic, I mean we invented the fucking sport, and yet have managed to only once win a tournament that Americans invented and massaged most rules to give Americans the most advantage.

However, given the state of ‘Murica, my general agitation with the state of MLB and professional sports in general and just plain jaded outlook on all things ‘Murica, there’s a part of me that wouldn’t necessarily find that much dissatisfaction at Team USA taking another L in the WBC, and be forced to watch either Japan, DR or Venezuela hoist the trophy at the end of the tournament.

For starters, I was pretty excited about Team USA’s chances when the roster started taking shape, and anchored by two Cy Young winners in Tarik Skubal and Paul Skenes.  I mean, even the mighty Japan and DR and Venezuela would have to kind of give the OJ Simpson face at the thought of having to go through either of those guys.  But then the Skubal drama began, where he said he was only going to pitch one game, against Great Britain, before leaving the team, and I’m just like why the fuck are you even here then bro?

I did take satisfaction at the first batter he faced taking him yard, because fuck him.

But aside from Skenes and 55 pitches from Skubal, the US pitching staff was pretty lean and full of mostly 3rd and 4th starters from mid-market teams, and it’s obvious that a lot of requests for top-tier talent fell on deaf ears as pitchers across the league were in obvious body (and wallet) protect mode, and didn’t want to risk injury pitching in the WBC, when the money is made in MLB.

Regardless, the perception is often that the rest of the world is still way behind the US in baseball talent, and a pitching staff of an Ace and a bunch of mid-tier guys should still be adequate at taking on the rest of the world, but that’s the kind of mentality that exemplifies why the United States has only won 1/5 World Baseball Classics.

If anything at all, this is the WBC where it’s become very apparent that the talent gaps between everyone and the United States have shrunk exponentially from the last go-around.  A combination of relaxed participation rules, allowing players to represent countries up to their grandparents’ birth countries, as well as just the fact that other countries are picking up baseball and are getting decent at it, and most importantly, the fact that a lot of other countries aren’t just not afraid of the Big Bad USA, they have disdain and a desire to defeat them.

Seeing the highlights of all these games where teams not the United States are playing with their balls hanging out and playing for their flags and not their wallets has been a thing of beauty, and considering the fact that the US isn’t completely dominating makes me feel as if the 2026 WBC is a lot like the 2004 Summer Olympic Men’s Basketball, where not only were no other countries afraid of the United States anymore, they were out for their blood, and were successfully drawing it.

Italy humiliating the United States shouldn’t just be a wake-up call to USA Baseball, but was a glowing example of American arrogance and a fatal lack of accountability.  It didn’t take long for the media to pick up on US manager Mark DeRosa’s remarks before the Italy game, about how he had believed that Team USA had already secured their spot in the second round, because in reality they had not, and although he is deserving of the heat he took for making such a reckless statement, my knee-jerk thought was that yes, he is the manager of the squad, but he’s still just one guy on a team with like nine managers and a 30-man roster; why didn’t any single person among all those guys try and correct him or get him to walk back his stupid comments?

Either way, after the loss to Italy, it opened the door to a very interesting scenario where the United States could realistically be eliminated from the group stage of the tournament, for the first time ever.  Their fate rested in the hands, bats and gloves of the Italy vs. Mexico game, where there were three possible outcomes, with one of them being the United States going home.

And this is where the time sensitivity comes into play, and I’m sad to say that I already know the outcome of this scenario, because I didn’t get a chance to write about all this until way later than I had hoped, but work and life got in the way.

But I thought it would’ve been really, really, really interesting if Team Italy and Team Mexico colluded to rig their game to where they landed on the outcome where the United States were sent packing; me writing this out like this indicates that such did not happen, and the Italy/Mexico game doesn’t even have to finish for the fate to already be sealed.

Basically, had Mexico beaten Italy with four runs or less, the United States would have been eliminated with both Mexico and Italy advancing.  An Italy win or a Mexico win with five runs+ would have the United States advancing, but like I said, it would’ve been really something to see if Italy and Mexico colluded, and we saw some real shenanigans on national television, like Mexico nursing a 4-1 lead, and suddenly all players just sitting there striking out on three straight pitches over and over again until the game ended.

In a way, it would be just desserts for Team USA to go out in such a fashion, where their arrogance, ignorance, and just the fact that they’re representing a flag that isn’t particularly favored by many outside of the country and frankly many within it.

But last I checked the score, Italy was up on Mexico 9-1, so they’re going to win the group, and the United States is going to squeak on through to the second round.  Ironically, I think this does Team USA a favor, because if I’m reading correctly, Italy will have to play Puerto Rico next, and the US gets Canada; there are lots of talented Canadians, but I think Puerto Rico is the more dangerous squad.  Nationalistic pride, might backfire for the Italians, but they are playing pretty great, and frankly, this WBC doesn’t seem like it has as overwhelming of a favorite as past ones have, and honestly, that’s a good thing.

This has been a great World Baseball Classic, and I’m glad to see that more of the world is catching up to me in recognizing the beauty that exists when players are playing for their flags and not just money.

Unsurprising, given her track record

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Fightful: Persephone defeats Mercedes Mone for the CMLL Women’s world championship in La Noche de Las Amazones

And pretty much nobody is going to know about it, because CMLL is big in Mexico, but has yet to get much traction in Los Estados Unidos yet; but given the fact that this match meant Mercedes Mone had to take an L, such circumstances hardly seem surprising.

It’s funny because I think anyone who has followed the career of Mercedes Varnado probably saw this coming; loud, insufferable, on television every week with some rando new blet from some rando indy-tier promotion nobody has heard of, inflating her collection of titles with the obvious intention of surpassing Ultimo Dragon’s ten-concurrent title reign, which wasn’t hard to do, considering the majority of her titles were from barely above-backyard promotions.

With the loss of the CMLL title, it’s safe to say that Mercedes has lost all the blets that actually held any weight, between the CMLL title, the TBS championship, as well as RevPro’s women’s championship, and the remainder of all the straps she’s carting along are all basically a bunch of Popeyes Championships.

But to no surprise, whereas the rise of Mercedes was obnoxiously loud and often televised, her inevitable downfall has been anything but; rather it’s been quiet, fragmented, mostly untelevised.  No tweets from any official channels, reporting only done by outlets way more into professional wrestling than the casual viewers are, even AEW fans.

And speaking of AEW, I feel like the booking of Mercedes’ downfall has been pretty lackluster, and I’m curious to know who’s been in charge of it, given the constant rumors out there of Mercedes having creative control, or if it’s been Tony Khan doing the booking, but this is situation where neither should want to take credit for it, because it’s been nothing short of underwhelming.

If it were up to me, it should have started with the loss of the TBS championship, because being a native AEW talent, their title should have been the one to be treated with the most reverence, the one most desperate to protect.  And once she loses it, it creates somewhat of a trauma effect for her persona, to where she then begins to grow overprotective and unstable over her remaining titles, which creates a domino effect of making escalating mistakes, where she starts going on systemic losing streak where she begins dropping titles left and right, hitting bottom, and creating a perfect opportunity for Mercedes Varnado to take one of her signature sabbaticals after being unhappy with losing in a predetermined industry.

But instead, it was a random loss of the ROH Women’s TV title to a still-really green Red Velvet, then a loss of the RevPro women’s title to Alex Windsor which was more like a fan service move considering it was in England, and then she finally lost the TBS title to Willow Nightengale, that kind of had almost no buildup or story built up, which brings us to the present, where she’s now dropped the CMLL Women’s title, which like I said, now clears the books of any of the blets she was carrying that actually had any clout.

At this point, it doesn’t even matter what happens to the remainder of the blets, because they’re all for promotions almost nobody outside of their respective regions have heard of.  I get that the objective of letting her carry their blets was to give them exposure, but I don’t really think they gained much of that in return, of the course of her blet collector gimmick, and I think it’s safe to say that when she does begin returning titles back to their respective promotions, the L’s she’ll be taking will be horsey and convoluted, because how are people supposed to believe that these low-tier indy talents can upend a global star like Mercedes Mone?

But that’s assuming that we’ll hear much of these title changes in the first place, because the rise was loud and insufferable, but the fall has been low-key and quiet, and really nothing about such should be surprising considering the history of Mercedes Varnado.

I wonder what her $99.99 a month text service is saying throughout the downfall?

Year six of forever

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Even to this very day, I still sometimes can’t believe that I’m a dad.  I usually have these thoughts in the mornings, when I’m watching my kids eat breakfast, and my mind thinks back to when they were but little babies that drank from bottles, and eventually fed by spoon, and then finger foods, and here they are not only eating with utensils, they have opinions, on what breakfasts I make them that they do like, or if they’re one of their pissy morning moods, and whatever I’ve made is automatically putrid trash.

But sometimes I just quietly watch them while they eat, and I think back to my mom doing the same thing to me, and me thinking “whaaaat???” whenever I caught her staring.  I don’t remember what her answer ever was, if she even answered in the first place, but being a parent myself, I’ve come to understand why she was doing it in the first place, because I have to imagine she was probably thinking the same thing I think whenever I just watch my kids, that it’s still amazing that we have kids and that we are parents; bonus if the kids themselves are pretty good ones.

Today marks year six for my eldest, the one that started me on this path of being a parent, and like I stated above, there are times where I still can’t believe it.  Life as a childless adult feels like such an alien, foreign concept that I’m often flabbergasted when I see people who live such uncomplicated lives for basically nobody but themselves for the most part.  Sure, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the freedom, frivolity and sheer ease of not having to feel responsible for the life of young children, but there are times where there’s nothing like witnessing your own children grow into the world, and feeling somewhat responsible for helping shape them into the people they’re becoming.

Few things make me laugh more than hearing my children using some of the more common phrases that I use, like for example, #1 was getting tired of explaining some Pokémon thing to #2, and she bust out a how many times do I have to tell you, and I lost it right where I was sitting, because there’s absolutely no doubt where she picked that saying up from.  Maybe that’s not the best thing to be picking up to reflect on me, but it’s just an example of just how perceptive and how much of my kid my kids are capable of being, and seldom does a day go by where one or both of my kids don’t bring an avalanche of joy to my heart at some point.

And just like that, my eldest is six freaking years old.

She’s smart as heck, wants to know damn near everything she can about Pokémon, still enjoys reading with dad, and appears to be quite the math whiz, based on the fact that I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen an incorrect answer on her math worksheets throughout the entire school year so far.

She’s very observant, picks up on everything, and has the marvelously beautiful imagination that only a 5-6 year old can have, whether she expresses it through drawing, coloring or making things out of whatever she can get her hands on; Legos, wooden blocks, MagnaTiles.  I love building things to instruction with her, but it’s most fun when we disassemble a Lego kit, and then she’s free to build whatever she wants, and when she’s done she always has these elaborate backstories to the structures she’s building, and the figures that are living in them.  I’ll tidy up her room in the afternoon, and by the time bed time has come, she’s built an entire town of structures, with origin stories for everyone that’s living in it, and I don’t remember being nearly as imaginative as she is now when I was six.

What I really love is that she still wants to be picked up and carried by dad all the time.  There was one moment I had thought to myself at what age does it seem weird to be doing that, but it didn’t last long because I remembered that there would one day come a day where either she doesn’t want to be held any more, or for whatever reason I’ll be unable to do it, so I put that silly thought to bed, and I’m happy to pick up and carry my kid whenever she asks, because I’d rather get in all my carries and hugs in while I still can.

The point is, happiest of birthdays to my eldest child.  It’s been the greatest honor of my life to be your dad, and I love you (and sissy and mama) with every fiber of my being, and the simple objective of my life has always remained the same, to be the best dad possible to you, always.

It’s the Four Loko that makes this amusing to me

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WSB: Hall County sheriff busted for DUI after blowing a 0.212, revealed that he had been drinking Four Lokos since 6 a.m.

Under normal circumstances, a story like this would roll off my back, perhaps get an eye roll out of me, knowing that police protect their own, and that regardless of how egregiously drunk the guy was, while in his county-issued vehicle, it’s safe to assume that he’s not going to be getting close to the same kind of punishment that us normal citizens would receive under similar conditions.

He may lose his job, but considering he’s out there drinking while on duty, he probably doesn’t care in the first place, and he’s most likely not going to be doing any time, or have a suspended license, or be on probation on account of the oft-cliched professional courtesy.

But what caught my attention and why this is ending up as brog-worthy is the clarity in the headline that this particular pig in question, hadn’t just been drinking since six in the morning, but he had been drinking Four Lokos in his cop car:

Couch told investigators that he had been drinking several Four Lokos since 6 a.m. that morning. Investigators also found two open cans of Bahama Mama that had spilled in his car.

The devil is in the details, and now we’re talking. 

Obviously, anyone who’s ever known me might recall my own fascination with Four Loko back over a decade ago.  I was mystified by the fact that these shitty, $4 tall boys of nuclear race piss were actually killing college bros, dumb enough to be drinking more than like, one, at a time.  When the government declared banishment on the drinks, for whatever reason, I felt the compulsion to seek out some of these awful drinks, and managed to procure several cans of various flavors.

Over the next years, I would bust them out at social gatherings or Dragon*Cons as my drink of choice in order to get a healthy buzz going, and make no mistake, one can of any Four Loko was instant drunk, and anything beyond that was playing with fire.

Eventually, I would steer away from this dumbass behavior, and the remainder of my hoarded cans would remain ironic collector’s items, that is, until for whatever reason, some of them would spontaneously eat their own cans, leading to some obnoxious messes that I had to clean and eventually realized that I should just chuck them out, thus closing the book on my keepsake cans of Four Loko.

Back to the present, Four Loko survived government intervention, but they apparently changed the formula somewhat to be less lethal when drank in stupid amounts, and they’re still available at gas stations and wherever shitty booze is sold.  And apparently for one Hall County sheriff, it was his go-to drink for when he wanted to get smashed on the job.

Like I said, if it were just a story of a cop who got blasted on the clock, I probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought beyond knee-jerk disgust and disappointment in the system.  But finding out that he had been getting smashed on Four Loko since six in the morning, and he was discovered obliterated five and a half hours later, man clearly had some serious demons in his closet for all this to be transpiring.

And that 0.212% BAC is pretty frightening, because to my understanding that’s basically saying that over 20% of the blood in his body was tainted with alcohol.  I’ve gotten drunk off of Four Loko before (always under slightly more responsible, non-driving conditions), but I have come down from the buzz pretty normally, so I doubt that I was ever remotely close to a 0.212% BAC, so I’m curious to how many cans of the jet fuel he consumed, and let’s not ignore the fact that he had several open cans of Bahama Mama, which is another fruity, race piss-like canned booze, so clearly this hick sheriff was having a one-man party in his cruiser.

Either way, I’m amused by the brief resurrection of Four Loko into the public lexicon, and the ironic and pathetic circumstances in which they did so.  In a way, there isn’t a better way for it to have happened, and 16 years later, Four Loko is running it back with inebriated chaos like it’s 2010 all over again.