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I’m becoming a goddamned baseball fan

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Hit somebody dammit! Quit scratching your balls!

I don’t know why or how this happened exactly, but I do know that it’s happening.  At 37 years of age, I’ve never been a fan of Major League Baseball.  I knew of it, of course, but I could never work up enough of a shit to give.

I always found it boring, dull, slow, excruciating to watch and the amount of statistics they keep on everything from REAL stats, like batting average to things like “Joe Rodriguez is batting .457 against left handed pitchers when playing in the afternoon, between the hours of 2pm and 5pm eastern standard time, but only when the sun is partially obscured by clouds and a breeze coming in from the northeast at less than 5 miles per hour.”  WHAT?????  How?  I don’t…ugh.

So no, I’ve never been a fan of the sport.  I liked going to the local Single-A team we had when I was growing up, but that’s because I could meet the players, run around behind the bleachers, and it cost like $5 to see it.  So if you got bored with it, you could leave at any time and you were out $5.

Then last year, one of my boys decided he wanted to play baseball.  I was against it because, baseball sucks.  But I didn’t tell him that.  I always support my boys in whatever they’re interested in.  Secretly, though, I was hoping he’d hate it so I wouldn’t have to deal with it beyond one season.

No such luck.  He loves it.  He’s not very good at it yet, but he tries like hell and that’s all that matters to me.  So we find ourselves going to little league games at least twice a week for 10 weeks in the Spring.  We’re finally coming up on the final game of the season and I find myself watching baseball on TV, listening to it on the radio and following it on the internet.

What the hell happened to me?  Is this natural?  As you age, do you get more interested in boring-as-paint-drying sports?  Or is it because my son enjoys it so much that that love of the game is starting to spread to me?  I don’t have an answer, but I do know that I don’t appreciate this shit.

I’ve got better things to do with my time than being a fan of baseball.  I need to seek professional help.

Monday Jousting Hangover – Sunday Bloody Sunday Edition

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Shit gets real.

This week’s episode of Full Metal Jousting, or as I like to call it, Full Brass Balls, was a good one.  The show really has a good flow to it, and it’s actually a treat to see the training that goes into performing as a jouster.  It’s a reality show at its core, though, and you’ll see why that’s a bad thing later on.  I will say that you’ve got to be an aggressive type of person to compete in just about anything, but especially in an event that can seriously injure you.  So I understand why there are all these personality clashes, but still, I want to watch the event.  Save the pseudo drama for the Kardashians and their ilk.

But this week?  We had a great matchup.  Matt Hiltman for the Black Team vs. James Fairclough for the Red Team.  Red team had the honor of picking the matchup and they felt the best chance to get rid of Matt was to put him up against James.

As the show began, we saw the two teams blowing off a little steam after the last match.  They were partying together in their bunkhouses and this is where reality tv sank in.  Oh god, who cares?  Apparently David Prewitt still has too much teenager in him and he got pissy with John.  They had words, the typical fare you’ve come to know and hate from Reatlity TV and then David puts John into a headlock.  A headlock?  Really dude?  To John’s credit, he didn’t try to fight back or anything, the teams separated them and they had a kiss and make-up moment the next day.

According to David, “Back home we just laugh about it the next day, it’s what we do.  I don’t know what his problem is.”  You don’t?  Really?  Maybe it’s you calling him out and trying to put him in the sleeper hold as if you were Rowdy Roddy Piper.  Just because you and your “bros” back home do stupid shit like this and are alright with it, doesn’t mean that everyone you encounter is going to tolerate your stupid ass.  Grow up David.  And quit ruining Full Metal Jousting for me.  I want to see jousting, not sorority house slap-fights.

Thankfully we pass over this childish garbage and they begin training.  First a full team practice for both sides without armor.  Just horses, helmets and lances.  They work on targeting and horsemanship.  But after the practices, Joe McKinley has a sit down chat with the Coaches of FMJ.  He’s worried now that he’s no longer in contention for the top prize of $100,000 after having lost his match, that he’s taking a risk staying here for the chance that someone gets hurt and he can take their place.  He says that his body and health are crucial to his livelihood, and he doesn’t want to chance injuring himself and causing him to be unable to work.  Shane Adams tells him that quitting is a poor choice.

I can see it both ways really.  Joe has a career outside of this competition.  Since he’s not likely to win the money, what’s the point in sticking around to chance injury?  But on the other hand, NUT UP YOU SACK OF SAD LITTLE GIRL FARTS!!!!  Be a man, joust for god’s sake!

The matchup is set for this week and the teams being practicing full contact.  Matt looks to be an old pro right off the bat.  However, after he gets an armor adjustment made, it’s like he’s never been on the list before.  He’s having trouble with timing and targeting.  And it’s just building frustration for him.  I know how he feels.  Sometimes I can eat 3 slices of pizza like there’s nothing to it, and then when I get up to get a beer, I can’t seem to force the fourth one down.

As James begins his practice, he’s looking great.  Shattering lances right and left.  He comes up against John Stikes for a practice run.  John is unhorsed, but unfortunately, so is James.  John gets up asking about James, and James is still face down in the sand.  The coaches run to assist him, and when they opened his helmet, he was covered in blood.  Apparently that helmet is sharp on the inside and gashed his head.

They take him to the hospital for evaluation.  After 3 staples to the head (that shit is brutal, I don’t care what you say) he checks out and heads back to the ranch.  He was diagnosed with a concussion, meaning he cannot compete this week.  And with the match coming up tomorrow, there’s no time to practice a replacement rider.  That just sucks.

The coaches decide to replace James with the man who unhorsed him, John Stikes.  John has never ridden any of the horses they use for actual competition, so he’s worried that will come to be a factor.  I imagine not knowing the horse’s tendencies would be a handicap, but then, I watch a lot of Western movies and those guys just jump on whatever horse is nearby and handle it like a champ.  So maybe John isn’t watching enough Westerns.

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These guys need to quit getting hurt, I don't like making two graphics for one show.

They also call all the competitors together, announcing a runners-up contest.  Anyone who doesn’t qualify for the $100k grand prize is eligible to be selected to compete for $25k.  This insures that nobody is thinking about going home now.  There’s a reason to stick it out.  A small chance, but a chance nonetheless.

And finally.  FINALLY we get a match up.  As it turns out, Matt was John’s boss for 5 years in theatrical jousting.  If it was me, I’d love the chance to crush my boss like this, but John seems to let it get to his confidence.  Sissy.

And we’re off!

Pass One:  Red Misses, Black shatters a lance.

Score:  Red 0 – Black 5

Pass Two:  Red Strike, Black shatters another lance

Score:  Red 1 – Black 10

Pass Three:  Red and Black both miss.  Both horses pulled away from the center, causing both knights to whiff.

Score:  Red 1 – Black 10

Pass Four:  Red Miss, Black shatters another lance.  At this point, you can see that John is having a lot of trouble with controlling his horse.

Score:  Red 1 – Black 15

Pass Five:  Red miss, Black shatters yet another lance.  This is going to cost these guys some cash, lances can’t be cheap.

Score:  Red 1 – Black 20

Pass Six:  Red balks.  His horse stuttered during the run, and caused a balk.  Balk is failure to control your horse on the list.  This is a penalty of -5 points.  Black however, scores a strike.

Score:  Red – 4  - Black 21

At this point, Red team goes for a horse swap.  I would have done that around pass 4 myself and even John says as much.  An earlier switch to a horse with better control might have changed things up.  It’s nearly impossible for John to make a comeback now.

Pass Seven:  Red breaks a lance, but misses the grand guard so no points.  Black misses

Score:  Red -4  - Black 21

Pass Eight.  Both jousters miss, which is sort of a let down at this point.  It was mentioned that John could have still won, providing he unhorsed Matt, and Matt was unable to return to his horse within two minutes, thus forfeiting the match up.
Unfortunately, John was blindsided into the match up, riding an unfamiliar horse and going against a superior jouster.  One can only hope that Kharma remembers him kindly one day.

Monday Jousting Hangover: Full Metal Jousting – Testicles of Titanium

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Wolfman vs. Joe, I guess. He doesn't have a nickname.

Oh. Hell. Yes.  Shit got real for real last night.  Did you watch it?  Tell me you watched it.  If you didn’t watch it, you don’t deserve to keep your testicles.  What kind of man would miss out on this show?  I wouldn’t, because I love my country and my plums.

Anyhow, this is week three of Full Metal Jousting.  We’ve already seen two competitors get eliminated from the competition in Mike Edwards for the Red Team and Jack Mathis for the Black Team.  So the series is even at 1 loss each, but apparently at the end of the day, the teams don’t really mean much outside of training and sleeping arrangements, because only one competitor can be the champion.  That should play out interestingly if we come down to teammates fighting for the top spot when all is said and done.

So what about this week?  What kind of brutality were our Knights in sorta-shiny armor subjected to?  Did anyone lose any parts of their anatomy?  Were balls fully on display?

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Raw Regurgitation – Political Debates Is RAW!

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Political Debates and Wrasslin go together like Milk Chocolate and Vinegar

Yeeeaaaahhhh.  We opened our show with a debate in the ring of the six competitors in the RAW team version of the upcoming Elimination Chamber PPV event this Sunday.  Sure, why not?  Everyone loves political debates, especially kids and wrestling fans.  That’s what they paid good money to come and see.  A bunch of living cartoon action figures standing behind makeshift podiums and give us their “campaign” speeches about how they’re going to win the Elimination Chamber.

I understand it’s difficult to come up with new and innovative ways to showcase the competitors in your upcoming Pay Per View event, but how about you quite trying to do that?  Just work in a pre-taped promo from each one of them throughout the night in a little box window to the corner of the in-ring action.  You’re just embarrassing yourselves here.

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Monday No-Football Hangover

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If you're not feeling like death's turd, you didn't party hard enough.

It’s that time of the year again where there’s no more NFL to watch on the weekends and that means I usually have to get up off my fat ass and do things around the house.  God I hate that.  Isn’t it enough that I’m awake?  It should be.  Nobody should have to work on a Sunday when they’d rather be laying around watching other people play games for a living.

To be honest, I can’t get into the other sports.  Baseball is fine in small doses, but I really would rather be at the stadium for that.  I have never in my life been able to finish an entire 9 inning game on the television.  I tend to fall asleep somewhere between the first and second innings every time.  It’s truly like watching paint dry, but with less actual action.  Basketball?  I don’t know.  I can put a few minutes into the college game on occasion, but the pro game pisses me off.  I won’t get too deeply into it, but let’s just say when I was in elementary school gym class and the coaches were teaching us to play, travelling meant not dribbling the basketball while taking more than one step.  I see them basically break off 45 yard touchdown rushes in the NBA on their way to dunk-ville.  No thanks.

Hockey.  Hockey is fun once in a while I guess.  I like the parts when they’re not fighting, so like maybe 5 minutes of the game in all?  Plus, the Mighty Ducks team disappointed me on their historic run towards the championship way back when, and I realized that they no longer had Emilio Estevez as their head coach.  To say I was heartbroken would have been an understatement.  He’s my favorite Sheen family member.

Now that I’ve mentioned all the real sports, I guess I need to mention the other things that are going on the rest of the year.  Golf.  That’s a very hard GAME to master, I can’t do it, and have no desire to try.  But a sport?  I can’t see it.  NASCAR?  Well, before Dale Earnhardt died, I was a big fan.  Then they changed all the cars to be the exact same in body, aerodynamics, etc, and frankly that was exactly what I hated about the INDY car circuit.  Can’t stand to see a bunch of the exact same machines out there running around.  So I gave up on that about 10 years ago now.

All that is to say I’ve found a suitable replacement for the time being.  There’s this show on History Channel called “Full Metal Jousting” and if you missed the premier of this thing last night, then you missed one hell of a competition.  Jousting.  REAL Jousting, not that “Medieval Times” theme restaurant shit.  None of that for-show-only stuff they do at Renaissance festivals.  These guys are actually trying to hit and knock each other off of their horses at full speed using 12 foot lances.  This is definitely not for sissies.

I watched that show and I am now immediately hooked.  I’m really hoping it catches on and there are copy-cat leagues starting up all over the country; especially here in South Carolina.  I would go to those events every week just to see these guys try to kill each other.  It’s brutal, it’s senseless and it’s a MAN’s sport.  Jousting is the shit.  How can you not love the idea of two guys in suits of armor, riding massive horses towards each other, holding out a 12 foot pole and trying to ram it through the other guy’s shoulder?  And when they fall off those horses, it’s spectacular.  You know that shit hurts, and you just want more of it.

So, for the next few weeks, the Monday hangover will be the Full Metal Jousting Hangover.  I’ll try to type up an article that explains the show, the competitors, etc at another time.  Until then, JOUSTING bitches!

Purely Hypothetical

Hypothetically speaking, just kind of spitballing ideas here, let’s assume it was your sinister plan to purchase a professional sports team.  Let’s then assume that your plan included taking this once proud organization, and rubbing your stink all over it so that there could be no confusion as to whose ass this turd was birthed from.  Let’s further assume that you’re certifiably bat shit insane.  And to top it all off, you stand at a statuesque (in garden gnome circles) 5 feet tall in heels.

What would your plan of action be?  I mean, you really want to ruin the shit out of one of the top 3 most valuable sports franchises in the country, possibly the world.  Would you simply avoid showing up to the facility, allowing a rag tag group of ne’er do wells to take control and experience mad-cap hijinks at every turn?  Of course you wouldn’t, remember that you’re completely clown-shit insane.

No, what you would do after procuring this hypothetical sports franchise, well call it the District of Columbia Native Americans just to give it a catchy name, is to methodically go through your fantasy football league’s waiver wire and actually sign these players to your squad.  If it works in fantasy leagues, and you’re living out your troll boyhood fantasies, you might as well use a fantasy plan in ruining the team.  Remember, you’re racoon-shit insane.

Now you’ve got the team, you’ve got the stadium and you have a built-in, life-long, die-hard, something-hyphenated-something fan base that goes back generations.  People who actually live their lives and schedule their time around your team’s activities, successes and failures.  The team is estimated to be valued at nearly one billion dollars and you have more marketing deals, advertising and sponsorships than any three smaller market teams.  So you’re basically dealing with a money tree here.  The next logical step is to start throwing 8 figure salaries at players who are at least a decade past their prime.  It makes sense right?  I mean, when you play Madden ’02 Meion Manders was still fantastic, why shouldn’t the real-life Meion be just as good?   (Meion Manders is totally a creation of my imagination)  Don’t forget, you’re certifiably donkey-shit insane.

Further, you go through head coaches like a fat kid goes through Halloween Candy.  You’ve built such a shitty reputation for being an asshole to work for that you can’t even get quarterback coaches to willingly take on your head coaching position.  Hell, I doubt you could get a Pop Warner football coach to work for you at this point.  But somehow, you manage to trick a Superbowl winning head coach into coming to work for you anyways.  Perhaps he was off his medication at the time or he’s got huge gambling debts that he’s got to pay off.  Whatever the reason, you wound up with this guy who we’ll refer to as Shmike Manahan.  Again, this is purely hypothetical, I’m not basing it on any real team or anything.  This is because you’re monkey-shit insane.

And this Shmike Manahan fella proceeds to hire his son, who is most likely suffering from some rare mental disorder that causes him to call only the same play over and over again, regardless of the fact that it’s failed 100 times prior.  He’s certifiably platypus-shit insane, is what I’m saying.

Now, you also begin bringing lawsuits against long time season ticket holders that can no longer afford to have both season tickets to the team’s home games AND food.  You also start thinking that you’re a movie producer and invite Hollywood types to your home games that are broadcast on Monday nights just so you can show the world that, “Hey, I’m pretty effin’ important.  Look at Dom Crooz and his wife!  And me!  ME ME ME ME!!!!”  Because, as you well know, you’re Lindsay Lohan-shit insane.

Basically, if you wanted a course on how to ruin a sports franchise, you would follow this guy’s example to the letter.  Maybe you would ritually sacrifice live badgers or something, just for that comic book villain vibe, but mostly, you’d just do the things that this purely hypothetical team owner has done for the last decade or so.  Oh, and you’d most likely look a lot like this:

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Purely hypothetical troll-like humanoid, timing how long it takes to completely ruin a 75 year legacy of greatness.