|Oh good, a serrated blade, now I can (something)|
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Sunday, December 7, 2014
When I was growing up, personal volume and speed chugging records were worn like a badge of honor and well known among various peer groups. My buddies and I would bring a few extra quarters and watch chocolate milk cartons pile up on the lunch room table. In three fluid steps, a half pint is no more: 1) open 2) chug 3)thrown container down. Notice I did not say anything about wiping mouth off; that is optional and often unnecessary. Unfortunately, nowadays I see milk cartons remain unopened and wasted. While I was getting 8 grams of protein and 30% RDV of calcium per carton, kids today are going through life without. And it is all because they do not know how to chug it.
Obviously, the art of chugging is not limited to milk or school. Many of my most cherished moments involved chugging. While a teenager I went to a week-long church camp at a college in Tennessee. And what do I remember about that: unlimited Powerade (before you ask, yes, contestants got to pick their own flavor) and the chug-offs that ensued. Every year at Boy Scout camp there was a relay race of sorts that culminated with the Scoutmaster chugging a Slushie! I chugged Proctoborfests at my wedding. I chugged champagne with my family after U of L won the 2013 championship. I chugged cask-conditioned pints in pubs during my honeymoon. Hell, I even chugged some hospital-provided small cans of Sprite after Crosby's birth. (Side note: it is a misnomer that soda cannot be chugged, it is not easy BUT IT CAN BE DONE). The very fabric of my being is interwoven with events involving rapid consumption of liquids.
Now I am afraid for the future. Sure, I see the gigantic "big gulps" that kids carry around these days, but they all have straws. You cannot properly chug through a straw. I am fearful of dehydration. Whereas if you gave me five minutes, a cup and a faucet I could re-hydrate, now people require I.V.s. Do you know how much I.V.s cost? I have not done the math, but it is quite possible the healthcare crisis in this country is the result of a lack of chugging basics.
Take a stand against anti-chugging. Support chugging NOW. Teach your children.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
|Just a few more months...|
Friday, November 14, 2014
|Imagine the possibilities|
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
So here we are. Obviously, if I were to re-rank today, some guys/brews may move up/down or in/out based on the last 15 months. But I am not going to re-rank. First, I recommend you catch up to see where we are and understand where we are going.
#4 Kobe Bryant & Dwayne Wade/ Miller Lite
|Photo Courtesy of http://6.kicksonfire.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Wade-and-Bryant-cover.jpg|
|Photo courtesy of onmilwaukee.com|
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
|Photo Courtesy of ABCnews|
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
First and foremost, I am dressed in some type of clothing representing one of his favorite sports teams. Today it is the Tigers. Of course, we aren't going to a Tigers game, they do not even play until 7:10 (10 minutes past my bedtime), and even if I were awake, I would not be allowed to watch TV. Nonetheless this is what I am wearing:
|Dad called it a "fiesta", it was really leftover Mexican food.|
|Not pictured: I almost knocked over a framed Dali print!|
|In the process of achieving my goal of removing every toy from the bin|
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
|Fuck this tree.|
|Oh don't worry I got another car: a 2002 gold Taurus|
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
You never got the credit you deserved. You saved many shoppers a few steps by refrigerating Mexican food items in the Mexican aisle. Excuse me, I am going to walk all the way to the cheese section now to get Mexican cheese. I guess you don't know what you got until it's gone.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
|Do not even get me started on this.|
Thursday, June 12, 2014
So, who do you all have in the world cup? Dad has Brazil over Argentina in the finals, needless to say, he really went out on a limb there. I am going to go a different direction and pick France, mostly because I have a wardrobe that features a lot of Eiffel Towers.
|Sandwiches are still difficult.|
Sunday, May 25, 2014
|The inside of our favorite pub in London, The Champion|
Friday, May 23, 2014
Many (millions?) of you all may have noticed that I have not been blogging much at all recently. This is partly due to typing three 20+ page papers/notes for school last semester. Basically, I am typed-out. However, I am going to share one of these school papers I wrote on here. If you have any interest in baseball, race relations, or statistics, this will hopefully be of interest to you. The class I wrote this paper for is called Critical Race Theory and is a very interesting area of study.
Due to the length, I am breaking up the sections into separate posts so you can read as many or as few as you would like:
Part I. Introduction
Part II. Baseball's White Elite
Part II. A. The Commissionership
Part II. B. General Managers and Ownership
Part II. C. "Color Blindness"
Part II. D. The Role of Minorities at the Top
Part II. E. Conclusion
Part III. Telling Baseball's Stories
Part III. A. Statistics Painted White: The Dominate Narrative
Part III. B. The Asterisk
Part III. B. i. Pre-integration player's statistics should be marked with an asterisk
Part III. B. ii. Statistical achievements of African American players who were subjected to racial abuse are under-valued in baseball's history.
Part III. C. Flaw in the "objective" Wins Above Replacement statistic
Part III. D. Conclusion
I hope fellow baseball and baseball history junkies (I do not like when people use "junkies" in this sense, but oh well) read, enjoy, and comment.