Couple of Sports Dogs

It is not what it is and Brooklyn Travels Pt. 3

It is not what it is.

I am a woman that operates on rationality, simplicity, and common sense. Thus, when people point out the obvious or masquerade their lack of sense with faux profound statements like ‘it is what it is’ – I lose my mind. I beat this personal tirade to death, I know. Approximately every three months I sound off with excessive verbiage and colorful diction to make apparent to known audiences my distaste for such a lackluster phrase or saying. It is what it is. A candle is a candle. A bird is a bird. NOTHING IS BEING SAID. But people are still saying this and they need to be stopped. A few months ago I thought that I would just give up and embrace it. To stop unwanted conversation, I would just say it. But yesterday while perusing TJ MAXX – quality brands at discount prices – I saw this….

For quite a few minutes, my mind shut down due to the internal brain furnace heating up. My cranium furnace was conjuring up quite a distasteful retort that would offend George Carlin. But then I just took a picture and walked away. Instead of putting my fist in this sign and making a justified scene in TJ MAXX – I walked away. The brain furnace morphed into an air conditioner in a matter of three remarkable seconds. Anti-climatic? Yes. Absolutely. But you get the point - it is inane that this was even created for sale. 

Brooklyn Travels Pt. 3

Today Mike and I had a bit of an unusual day. We managed to accomplish a lot without putting forth much physical effort. Once we acknowledged our physical deficiencies – we set out for an evening walk around Brooklyn.

Typically when Mike and I go for walks together we walk the familiar path. But due to our short tempers and the simple fact that we are both fed up with strollers, the privledged, and self-righteous – we headed toward Fort Greene and Clinton Hill.

On our way to Fort Greene we sauntered by BAM. Oh, hey, where’s Sarah?

Ha. You know, where is Waldo? Yeah, the red and white-striped shirt bears remarkable resemblance to Waldo. I have been making that crack at myself all day.

Anway… Onward we go. Mike and I ended up walking through a lot of Clinton Hill. I am completely unfamiliar with that area and extraordinarily impressed. The area is quiet, residential, cutting edge, and I did not see one stroller!

We walked by the Pratt Institute. I had no idea where it was located. I have just heard about it through random art people and television. It looked pretty cool. I sort of wanted to hop the fence and take pictures of the weird metal crap scattered about the open space. God bless art people – but sometimes I just do not get it. It is what it is. J

So we ended up heading toward Bed-Stuy. For the past 4ish years I have very limited exposure to Bed-Stuy. This my mental representation of Bed-Stuy involves associations to faculty meetings and work so it is not always the most pleasant of imagery. But I have to admit there are some awesome homes in Bed-Stuy. I think I am a fan. Oh, and I saw this sign – so that makes it even better.

Once it started to get dark – we decided to head back. On the way back we stumbled across this…

That would be the Barclay’s Center. Behind it is a phallic building. I am not sure what year it was erected.

Until next time…

Uniforms of the future

The Pirates are supposed to wear these uniforms in the year 2021,according to an MLB wide promotion in 1999.  I'm glad I dug this up, because I'm confident I can get my crappy red t-shirt to the silk screeners on time to make up my replica.
I also enjoy the fact that it looks like this pitcher is not only throwing with his eyes closed [yikes] but is also dressed to sing the lead in the Pirates of Penzance.

Enjoy and see if you can identify- the key should be the player in the next one.


And this mustache is actually from the past, not the future


And the umpires didn't have more advanced head gear?

Joe Madden circa 1970? As a Ray? Impossible you say- I think not.

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If Joe Maddon was supposed to dressed as if the Rays were playing in 1970, why didn't he dye his hair, or wear a giant wig?  That would have been more fun. And shouldn't they have been the Devil Rays, considering this was the original name of the franchise?  Am I the only one who cares?  Probably, but at least I can vent on the internet.  For the record, this was a promotion by the Rays.  For the record, I hate the Rays.

And the All-Star game BP jerseys- blah

All-Star Game BP Caps

You have to be KIDDing me

The New York Knicks have decided that the key to their success next year will be a more effective point guard to run the offense.  Enter Jason Kidd.  I am not opposed to bringing in Jason Kidd at all.  However, I am if it means that the Knicks will not match the offer sheet signed by Jeremy Lin, which apparently Kidd's signing means.
Let's run down the most important numbers here: 39 vs 23.  Kidd is 39 years old, and a veteran of 18 seasons.  He has more mileage then a 1994 Honda Civic.  Lin, is young and exciting.  Now, I don't think he is worth $10 million a year, but it is necessary to overpay for him.  Jason Kidd will get eaten up by any point guard who can penetrate, and the Knicks do not play enough defense to cover for this lose.  Furthermore, let's not forget how Lin energized the city, and single handedly saved the Knicks season.
This move just makes no sense.  I am planning on writing a longer article about why Sarah and I may switch our allegiances to the Nets, but with such boneheaded moves still made by the Knicks, I probably saved myself about 5000 words.
The verdict:  A terrible move, but an excellent pun.

Chargers to LA? NFL to London?

If L.A. move will happen in 2013, Chargers a - 07-01-2012

This is not much of a move. Obviously for people on the east coast it doesn't mean crap because opponents of the chargers will still play in the early time slot. Pacific time.

Would they even need a moving truck for this move? I am pretty sure a van is sufficient.


Speaking of moving and new NFL cities, apparently Robert Kraft (owner of the Patriots) believes that an expansion team in London is a good idea.

American imperialism again? We push our football over YOUR football? Our football is better?

Do the people of London want an NFL team?

Dwight Howard to Brooklyn?

The selfishly spoiled are never content nor satisfied. There are countless Disney movies in circulation that prove that it is never good to let an immature a-hole force a more powerful hand into fallacious decision-making.

So what am I blabbing about?

According to ESPN, Dwight Howard met with Rob Hennigan (GM of the Orlando Magic) and expressed interest and desire to be traded to the SC (Sports Couple) hood, Brooklyn. Howard claims he was blackmailed by the Magic. Okay? I don't think he knows what blackmailed means. Next he will claim that he was held ransom. Yeah, okay.

So here are our opinions.

Mike:  
Truthfully, Dwight Howard seems like a big whiner, and not a big winner.  But he can become a winner.  The situation in Orlando is toxic, and the Magic should just cut their losses and move Howard before an arbitrator rules that he is a free agent.  And let us not forget, that Howard is coming off of back surgery, and from my current woes I can tell you back injuries really suck.  Moving him now is probably the best idea for the Magic, especially since they have no other talent.  I do not approve of the way in which Howard has conducted himself, but he seems like the kind of guy who is totally lost.  Ultimately, a strong team in Brooklyn is better for the NBA than a whining superstar in Orlando, so I think David Stern will step in and try to make this situation go away ASAP, with Dwight Howard winding up in the county of Kings, and the Magic getting some usable pieces and a winning ping pong ball in the lottery.

Sarah:

I have an immense and overly-thought-of issue with professional athletes that dictate organization decision-making. As I have mentioned in the past, I am a teacher. What would happen if I went to my principal and told her she needed to fire her assistant principal, another teacher, and a paraprofessional? I will tell you. She would conjure up a few choice words and make up an unpleasant moniker to mock my existence. Telling superiors what to do in the work environment isn’t kosher or acceptable.

Know your place, Howard.

Look, I live down the street from where the Nets will be playing. Technically Howard’s arrival would be great for neighborhood and economic stability and expansion. He is a big star and even bigger personality. If he comes – I will probably be excited for those reasons. But in the back of my cranium, I know he is a whiney baby that gets what he wants and has been granted too much power.