Friday, October 21, 2005

It’s that time of year again: Pro Football Season. I love it, it’s good for business and it’s good for people to get their minds off of other things for a few hours a week. Alas, being a die-hard Raiders fan (who isn’t in LA?), it looks like another tough year but we shall see. Football and bars go together like no other sport. Sure NBA Playoffs are great but the regular season just doesn’t pack the house. Sure the World Series is amazing but the day to day grind of 160 games just doesn’t offer much of a chance to get real excited with scores of others. March Madness is exciting…in March. Hockey…well we all know that story. Only football holds the luster. Maybe it’s the comparative short schedule. Maybe it’s the sheer excitement of the game (between lame-ass commercial breaks). Maybe it’s our version of the gladiatorial games of Rome (UFC not included). Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s the right sport on the right day at the right time of year. And maybe it’s simply that I’m a huge football fan who makes a killing in tips every Sunday. Either way, Go Raiders and may football live forever.

Also: SWM seeks SWF for halftime sex and post game cuddling. Had to try.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

There’s a reason that people shouldn’t talk about politics and/or religion in a bar. If you’re that into Jesus, go drink his fucking wine and leave me out of it. If you’re that into “W” then you should be rich and white enough to go to a better place than this one. Either way, leave me out of the whole fucking shebang and talk about sports or something. At least I have a factual book of statistics to quell those arguments. I’m sick and tired of people getting drunk and laying down opinions like it’s the law. These circular arguments end up going nowhere, impressing nobody, changing nothing, pissing people off, and basically wasting my fucking time and energy. If you’re that into something, start a sober discussion group or buy a related magazine. Watch C-Span or Jim Bakker’s retard hour in Branson, Missouri. Either way, get it out of the bars where people are trying to relax and enjoy a few hours away from the mire you people have cast us into.