And so it ends ...

Picture taken at Tropicana Field, September 27th, 2007.

I'm to blame and I am sorry

I know I said I would never post about relationships on The Serious Tip, but I am currently facing so much stress that I have to let it out here. I'm sorry, but as you read, hopefully you'll understand why I am making this exception.

They say long-distance relationships never work. They say you have to see your love at least every so often for the relationship to stay fresh. For quite a while now, I have been in a long-distance relationship. This relationship is now destroying me. My long-distance love is making me feel horrible inside while another more local interest is piquing my interest. I feel guilty. I feel torn.

My relationship with my original love started years ago, before I moved down south. We saw each other quite a bit, and when I couldn't see her in person, I would listen to her every word almost every night. I grew to care for her very deeply. It was love. But then my family made me move to Florida.

As the years went on and I began my new life as a Floridian, my healthy obsession with my original love stayed with me. Even when a peer of my original love came to my town every spring, it only heightened my love, as I was able to see her when she came into town. I would even say my love grew stronger during this time, as I still was interested in her every move. She continued to be my life.

I must admit to a bit of infidelity here, however. There were times I would hang out with my original love's peer and a few others. But it was only because I needed something to do. There wasn't the spark there was with my original love. Her peer was cool, very interesting, and fun to hang out with. We knew our boundaries and we stayed within them. But without a doubt, when my original love's peer would leave after the spring, my heart belonged exclusively to my love.

I'll admit, there were times were it was tough to love her. When I was in high school, for example, my original love went through some very tough times. Times that demanded my utmost loyalty. She was changing, attempting to find her place amongst her peers, and sadly, often failing. Yet never once did I doubt my commitment to her. It was her and I for life.

Years and years past like proverbial sands in the hourglass. From various military outposts to foreign nations to college campuses, I would tell every one who was interested that she and I were an item. And when she did find her place and attempted to be the talk of the town, we celebrated together, even though her try came up a bit short. Despite the trials and tribulations, we lied together, cried together, and I swore I hoped we died together.

A few years ago, as a matter of fact, my feelings for my original love received a "shot in the arm" as she focused on being more successful and no longer held herself back relative to her peers. She cleaned herself up, rid herself of those who held her down, and began to talk with a newfound confidence. And I found it all very, very attractive.

Following my stint in college, I moved to the Tampa area. For the last 10 years, Tampa has been a distant home of another of my original love's peers. For the sake of clarity I'll call her D'Raya (pronounced Dee-Ray-ah). I had heard of D'Raya, but didn't think she was all that. Not to brag, but D'Raya looked kinda rough and didn't quite compare to my original love on any level. As far as I was concerned, my relationship could not have been better.

So the first year I moved to Tampa I went to D'Raya's house once. It was no big deal. We hung out, it was cool. Then this year, I saw my original love at D'Raya's house as well as other places as she traveled through Florida this spring. Our time together was as it always was. We laughed, we cheered, we had a great time.

Slowly however, D'Raya started to win me over. I don't know what it was about her. Perhaps it was her youthfulness. Perhaps it was her potential. Perhaps I saw the same thing in her I saw in my original love years ago. I even thought enough to reference D'Raya's name in the description of my blog. Worst of all, throughout this year I spent more time with her than I had ever spent with my original love.

Now I feel a pain beyond guilt. My original love is ruining her life, collapsing in a way few have ever. She is throwing it all away. How do I prove to her my love is still strong? We were to spend most of the fall together. A time to cheer and laugh and celebrate and frolic like old times. Now we might not get that chance.

I'm sorry and I know I am to blame.

Why Daniel Snyder should be more controversial

This post is part of a series of a post idea conceived by MCBias of Moderately Cerebral Bias. For more NFL entities who should be more controversial, check out his site.

(Update: MC Bias's post "Jesus Christ Should Be Controversial" can be found here and Pacifist Viking's post on the Controversialness of NFL Coaches is here. Enjoy.)


Daniel Snyder has owned the Washington Redskins since May of 1999. During this time, the once proud franchise has floundered in mediocrity. Many point the finger at Snyder for the Redskins' ineptitude, claiming he has "meddled" in personnel decisions in which he has had little or no knowledge. Although Snyder has backed down slightly since Head Coach Joe Gibbs took the helm in 2004, his ownership style is still held in the same class as Jerry Jones, Al Davis, and baseball's George Steinbrenner.

But personnel issues are only a small part of why Daniel Snyder should be criticized. Signing Jeff George and Deion Sanders is a small problem compared to an issue Snyder neglects to address every year. One that should have been dealt with long ago - the name of his team.

According to Wikipedia, in the last 10 years, the name "Redskin" has been removed by numerous sports programs throughout the country. From Tallahassee, FL to Highland, MI, people are coming to the realization that "redskins" is seen as a derogatory term and unlike certain college names, "Redskins" does not in any way honor or fairly represent the ethnic group from which it derives. For all his moves on the field, Daniel Snyder has yet to fix this major off-field problem.

Yet where is the uproar? Are Redskins' fans ignorant of the nature of their team's moniker? Or do they feel it is a trivial issue? And what of the mainstream media? To my knowledge, only Gregg Easterbrook of ESPN.com makes it a point to not call the Redskins the "Redskins", opting instead for the "Potomac Drainage Basin Indigenous Persons" or the "Washington Nanticokes".

Instead of general malaise, we as fans, the media, or even Congress, if necessary, should be pressuring Daniel Snyder to change the name of his team. Daniel Snyder's ownership should be more controversial.

Church Members Upset Over Devil Rays' Name Change

Starting in 2008, thousands of baseball fans will be without a favorite team. All across America, members of the Church of Satan are denouncing their allegiance to the Tampa Bay Devil Rays after the team decided to change their moniker to the "Tampa Bay Rays" effective next baseball season.

"Granted, I could never make the trip to see them in person," said a Church of Satan member from Salem, Ore. "But they were definitely my favorite team."

Some Church of Satan members are accusing the Devil Rays' ownership of kowtowing to the Religious Right.

"It's all those Bible-thumpers' fault," said a church member from Rome, NY. "You don't see us making a big deal over the San Diego Padres, do you?"

Although the true reason behind the name change remains unclear, the head of the Church of Satan, Magnus Peter H. Gilmore, believes the team made the move to spite the church.

"We were in the midst of negotiations for the souls of some of their players when the organization low-balled us and we had no choice but to walk out."

According to Gilmore, deals had been made to ensure the success of many "Devil" teams, such as the New Jersey Devils, the Duke Blue Devils, and the Arizona Sun Devils. Past deals have included the souls of Martin Brodeur, Coach Mike Krzyzewski, and Barry Bonds.

"Each team has had to sell us a few souls in order to win. Tampa Bay hadn't done that yet," said Gilmore. "We saw a few players we liked in Scott Kazmir, B.J. Upton, and Carl Crawford."

Gilmore claims when the Devil Rays counter-offered with Rocco Baldelli, Elijah Dukes, and Don Zimmer, he knew there was no chance for a deal.

"It is no secret having the Church of Satan on your side has its advantages. Look at the history. We've supported winners," said Gilmore. "But the Tampa Bay baseball team did not take the negotiations seriously and now they are on their own. I feel bad for our members who are baseball fans, but we don't take too kindly to being insulted."

Because of the failed negotiations, some former Devil Rays fans are already making plans to change their allegiances.

"I guess I'll root for the Yankees next year," said a Church of Satan member from Hell, MI. "It's no secret the Big Man Downstairs is quite fond of George Steinbrenner."

Tuesday's Circular Ramblings

Jogging around the world once again ...

To start, doesn't the NFL have bigger fish to fry than cheerleaders warming up in front of opponents? Was this that big of a problem? I know there are women (the Patriots' Alysha Castonguay comes to mind) who have a certain je ne sais quoi that makes gazing avoidable, but this isn't Lawrence Taylor's lady friends "wearing out" the opposing team the night before.

On a personal note, you will never hear me criticizing cheerleaders like the commentariat over at AOL Fanhouse. If it wasn't for one of the wonderful FSU Cheerleaders, I would not have graduated cum laude. (I know, I am bragging about my intellectual prowess, but there is a moral.) I had a 3.49 GPA going into the last final of my last class and since the professor didn't give "A-"s or "B+"s, I had to ace the final or else I would graduate with an anti-climactic 3.48. Enter a cheerleader who I knew had the final two days earlier. After seeing her in Subway of all places, she told me what to expect on the final. No, she didn't give me the answers, she only told me the questions. So I gambled, studied only those questions, aced the test, and graduated with a 3.52. That is why you will never hear me say anything derogatory about cheerleaders. For them I am forever grateful.

Moving on to other Florida State-related hi-jinx, some time this week my esteemed alma mater will elaborate on the futures of recent malcontents Geno Hayes and Joe Surratt. Hayes and Surratt were arrested late last week for fighting at a popular fraternity and sorority bar. That place was always too crowded for me. How Hayes had the room to fight in there is beyond me. I could barely move around. I'm curious to see how "Bowden Justice" handles these two. Knowing past patterns, seen here and here, starting linebacker Hayes has nothing to worry about. The seldom-used Surratt, on the other hand, will probably need to find another line of work.

Speaking of attempted beatdowns, I'm assuming Jose Offerman's lawyer is not working under one of those "if we don't win, it's free" guarantees. I'm no lawyer, nor do I play one on TV, but judging from the pictures of Offerman charging the mound with a bat, I'm guessing charges of battery may stick. Hopefully we get a post by the Sports Law Blog on Offerman's chances to prove his innocence.

Unfortunately, Offerman isn't the only baseball journeyman acting the fool. Milton Bradley has never been the calmest of souls, but getting hurt arguing with an umpire is ridiculous. There's no reason to channel Yngwie Malmsteen and attempt to "unleash the f'in fury" on an umpire. He is not going to change his call.

Another guy who should be singing Bobby Fuller is Mr. Michael Gerard Tyson. Tyson, who plead guilty to drug possession, goes to court on November 19th, or as I like to call it, 21 days before Michael Vick goes back to court (Dec 10th). Let's just say Roger Cossack of ESPN is going to be a very busy man.

Of course, the day Vick starts his sentencing, the Falcons are playing the New Orleans Saints. Speaking of the Saints, as much as the reconstruction of New Orleans is a big story, and rightfully so, why don't we hear more about the rebuilding of Aceh in Indonesia and other areas decimated by the Sumatra Tsunami of December 2004? If you remember, over 283,000 people were killed throughout the South Pacific and Indian Ocean region. Maybe if Indonesia had a sports team, we would be more concerned.

Ending on a lighter island-related note, Baseball Prospectus recently gave a preview of the upcoming Hawaiian Winter Baseball League. Yeah, I'm thinking a vacation is in order. Beaches, babes, Hawaiian beer, and baseball.

Speaking of babes ...

The Ambiguously Gay Devil Rays?

Maybe I am too old. Maybe I'm corrupted by hours and hours of Beavis and Butthead. But if I was trying to endow the local sports team to area youngsters, I would not model superhero cartoons after the Ambiguously Gay Duo.

Scott Kazmir

Carl Crawford

Rocco Baldelli

Ace and Gary


Watch the Ambiguously Gay Devil Rays fight evil on the Devil Rays' website. (Defenders of the Game - cartoon)

Seminole Miscellanea

There is no Seminole football this weekend. This makes me very sad. So, therefore, ipso facto, in order to quell my sorrow I heretofore present these five FSU-related links. All are hard working and will serve you well.

1) Even though it's not specifically related to Florida State, I really enjoyed ESPN's rules for college football fans. Part 1 and Part 2.

2) Some international Seminole news: After a brief stint trying out for the Milwaukee Bucks, The Serious Tip's favorite former Seminole and Hilltopper center Nigel "Big Jelly/ Big Firm" Dixon was the first overall pick in this year's Chinese Basketball Association draft. Long live the Dixon Dynasty.

3) In the tradition of less-heralded family members such as Don Swayze and Frank Stallone, I present to you Freddie Weinke, cousin of former FSU quarterback Chris Weinke. Ol' Freddie is already a legend of sorts, with his own Wikipedia page and his own home page. Not bad for a guy who has played for the Miami Valley Silverbacks, had a stint with the recently-folded Springfield Stallions, and ended the 2007 season on the Sioux City Bandits.

4) You know what is always fun? Perusing the ranks of minor football leagues such as the Arena League and the Canadian Football League and finding players you recognize. Here are the profiles of former Seminole wide receiver Talman Gardner and defensive backs Tay Cody and Stanford Samuels. Gardner was just kinda there, Cody was pretty good for the '99 championship team, and Samuels' coverage ability drove me to drink. Heavily.

5) Reason number 4,921 why I miss college. Maybe if I sneak into the student section sometime this year, I too can get a lapdance. I have to agree with public opinion, this lapdance is WEAK and she really should have been naked. (Video found originally on Scalp'em.com.)

Enjoy your weekend.

A bit of a coincidence

In this week's Tuesday Circular Rambling, I mentioned that I recently watched the baseball classic The Natural. In my post, I asked,

"could Roy Hobbs have pulled the "coming out of nowhere" act today, in the era of Baseball Reference and Baseball Prospectus? Surely, someone would have heard of him from somewhere."

My point was, of course, that in this age of bloggers and 24-hour sports networks, the mystique of Roy Hobbs would not have been so mysterious. People would have know all about Hobbs even before he walked into the Knights' dugout.

Sure enough, not two days after I asked these simple questions, ESPN's Jim Caple tackled The Natural from a different angle, listing all of Hobbes's improprieties and explaining why The Natural wasn't the saint people make him out to be. While Caple says nothing about the impact of Hobbes's background had he played today, one could easily assume any one of the problems Caple lists, had they occurred to a modern player, would have caused quite the unpleasant media circus.

I think it's funny that both Jim Caple and I were recently thinking about The Natural and both of us thought to write about it. Did we write about the same thing? Not really. Could Caple had read my post and took the idea and ran with it? Perhaps. If so, more power to him. Are the odds better that he watched the same movie I did on the same channel at the same time and wrote his article shortly thereafter? I think so.

I'm not trying to take anything away from Jim Caple. His article was really good. I enjoyed it. I just wanted to point out that as I read it I had this weird feeling of subject deja vu.

Can you turn a Roundie inside out?

Even though my math grades in high school were at best "C"s and at worst "D"s, real-life mathematics has always piqued my interest. If I have to solve X+X=Y, I could care less, but if you tell me to figure out the force of two pool balls slamming into each other, I'm all over that. So when I found this blog by University of California physicist John C. Baez, of course, I had to check it out. Not that I would understand what he was talking about all the time, but I would give it a shot.

Well, I found something very interesting on Baez's blog, a link to a video demonstrating how to turn a sphere inside out without "breaking" any of the lines. Ok, I am a bit of a geek for this stuff. The video is a little long at 21 and half minutes, but it is definitely understandable. So if you are feeling smart today, check it out.

Outside In: How to Turn a Sphere Inside Out

A belated 1st birthday

Wow.

I am a moron. There is no other way of putting it. I forgot my blog's birthday. For some reason, I thought it was September 19th. No, it is September 14th.

So now I sit remorseful. I was going to impress you, dear reader, with amazing stats and trivia about The Serious Tip. I was going to tell you all the sites I have been linked to, all the great people in the blogosphere I have corresponded with, from those who have given me advice, to those who have responded to e-mails, to those who I persuaded to let me cameo on their sites. I was even going to impress you with a ballpark figure of all the words I have written on this site (~70,000). And then there was the story of about how one year ago, after discovering Deadspin and other great blogs, I said, "I can do this". You were to be awed.

But alas, I forgot. I am a horrible, horrible blogmaster/host/writerperson.

Seriously, who forgets their blog's birthday? This is probably worse than forgetting an anniversary or a friend's birthday. A blog is supposed to be like your kid, and in some cases, maybe more important. And its birthday is supposed to be a big deal.

What does that say about me? I don't have a kid, nor a significant other. What if the future Mrs. Scrubbings finds this post before an important date? Will she think "Wow, he can't even remember his own blog's birthday. How is he supposed to remember mine?". From now on, I am writing down all the important dates I have to remember. Mother's Day, Arbor Day, Opening Day, and The Serious Tip's birthday.

Anyway, since you were denied an all-out birthday extravaganza, let me at least offer you a pleasant Talk Like a Pirate Day. Yar.

Tuesday's Circular Ramblings

First and foremost, I would like to thank everyone for their well-wishes and their links pertaining to my recent medical procedure. For the next few days I have to heed the words of the Wu-Tang Clan and Protect My Neck, but other than that, I am fine.

Now on to your much-anticipated Circular Ramblings de Tuesday ...

I hope no one else wasted their Saturday night watching the Florida State-Colorado game. Even though it was a Seminole victory, and Seminole victories always warm my baboon heart, that was the most boring game I've ever watched. Even worse, I couldn't drink the night away because I was on a painkiller or two (which weren't so bad, by the way). Although there were several times I nearly fell asleep at the bar watching that pathetic excuse for an offense.

Speaking of falling asleep in unusual places, I did accomplish something this weekend. On Sunday I finally finished reading The Mole People. Hooray for me, I actually finished a book. If you get a chance, check this book out. The author, Jennifer Toth, explored the tunnels and caves beneath New York City and met several of the people who call the underground "home". Although the book has its critics, I recommend it. You might never look at the homeless the same.

Although more in line with Dostoyevsky's "Underground" than Toth's communities of Mr. Wendalls, I saw a magazine the other day with an article by Deadspin's Will Leitch. I don't remember what the mag was (King Magazine, perhaps?), but it was a magazine I didn't expect Leitch to be in. I thought to myself, hey, I kinda know that guy. (He once replied to an email I wrote.)

On the subject of bloggers, especially those of the fairer sex, check out the blog of adult star Kylie Ireland (should be SFW, but be careful). Ireland, star of such epic pictures as Face Jam and Revenge of the Dildos, discusses what she is up to and her upcoming schedule. If you don't read anything else, read about how her and her man found Santeria dolls on their property. Scary stuff.

In other paranormal, extraterrestrial, or just plain weird news, did you know the Weekly World News stopped publishing? Some writers hope to see their name on the New York Times Bestseller List or on a byline in the Wall Street Journal, but for me it was always the WWN. I can't count the amount of times I applied to them. Lucky me I didn't get hired, or I would be unemployed right now. Fortunately for all of us, we can still follow the exploits of the Batboy; Bigfoot; and P'lod, the political advisor from another horizon, in the Weekly World News website.

Speaking of bat boys, The Natural was on the other night. A classic. I wonder, however, could Roy Hobbs have pulled the "coming out of nowhere" act today, in the era of Baseball Reference and Baseball Prospectus? Surely, someone would have heard of him from somewhere. And another question, would Roy Hobbs have even gotten a shot if Bump Bailey didn't die in his attempt to pull off a Rodney McCray? For those who forgot Mr. McCray's famous catch, here it is:

Dropping the smooth segue into someone else who has risen from the ashes of bolivian, check out Oh Word.com on the Return of Osama Bin Laden. Apparently Bin Laden was frustrated with the fakers and the haters and dropped his latest to re-claim his spot on the Billboard Chart. Hilarious stuff from the guy who brought us the Wu-Peanuts Collection.

From the best of New York to possibly the worst, let's be blunt: if the Mets play the Phillies in the NLCS, as I predicted, they are going to get smoked. No team has owned the Metropolitians like the Phillies. The Mets are 6-12 against Philadelphia this year. Horrible.

However, on the subject of the Mets, congratulations to David Wright, who joined the 30-30 club on Sunday. Wright joins two of my favorite Mets, Darryl Strawberry and Howard Johnson, as the only Mets to hit 30 homers and steal 30 bases in a season.

Here is a bold prediction: like Wright, fellow Norfolk, VA native B.J. Upton will be 30-30 next year. And with a little luck, going way out on a limb, the Rays could be next year's Arizona Diamondbacks. You heard it here first.

By the way, speaking of the Diamondbacks, wasn't Stephen Drew supposed to be better than .231/.307/.362? Those numbers are horrible. If there are any Diamondback fans out there, please tell me what's going on with this guy. Wasn't he was supposed to be a stud? At least he was in college.

And on the subject of Stephen Drew's alma mater ...

Someone else besides Greg Oden went under the knife

With all the talk about Greg Oden's microfracture knee surgery, I feel neglected. Even though I failed to tell anyone save for my family and a few friends, I had a swollen lymph node removed this morning. Yeah, I had my neck cut. Fortunately, it didn't go anything like the scene in Saw II. Or maybe it did. I don't know, I was asleep the whole time. Then I woke up and said, "Hey, there is a bandage on my neck."

But where is my pity party? Where are the comparison of me to literary one-hit wonders such as Harper Lee and John Kennedy Toole? I haven't even been blogging for a year yet. Truthfully, I don't think I have even begun to reach my prime. Where are the analyses on my recovery time? Where are the posts about my faithful following of readers who have to endure the fear that The Serious Tip might not return as insightful, witty, great, or (insert-your-own-adjective) as it was before my surgery?

Fortunately, there is a history of bloggers coming back from surgeries. Here is one, and here is another. Sadly, there are also bloggers whose words are all we have left.

So which will it be for me? Will I resume blogging with the ferocity of a killer oryctolagus cuniculus? Will I be the Amare Stoudamire of the blogosphere? Or has my once-promising role as purveyor of wit and wisdom and interviewer of beautiful women been cut short? Will I be a blogosphere Bo Jackson?

Well, in case you are curious, it did take ten hours from surgery to this post. And I now understand the lament of the Master of Death in Shogun Assassin when he said, "When cut across the neck, a sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say. I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday, to hear that sound. But to have it happen to my own neck is ridiculous". But I promise you, dear reader, I will return. Even if I have to type with my toes, you will be amazed, I promise.

I will be back. And so will Greg Oden.

Why Randy Moss is not controversial

Note: This post is my contribution to a feature created by MCBias of Moderately Cerebral Bias. After you are finished here, check out his take on an NFL myth.

Ever been young and stupid and it cost you a job? Yeah, me too.

Ever partook in chemical substances you weren't supposed to have? Yeah, me too.

Ever despised your place of employment to the point of disinterest? Yeah, me too.

Ever had those days where you didn't feel like working? Yeah, me too.

Although these behaviors are perfectly normal and even tolerated in the general workforce, as fans we abhor them in athletes. Athletes are supposed to be overachievers, striving for excellence in their profession. The idea of "taking a day off" is inconceivable and intolerable on the field of play, despite our own penchants for long lunches, necessary smoke breaks, or skipping class. This is our double standard. Because of it, we fail to understand that Randy Moss is more like us than we would like to believe.

Unfortunately, fans and the mainstream media tend to lump all controversial players together. No doubt Moss has seen his share of controversy. But has he ever reached the level of distraction of a Terrell Owens or a PacMan Jones? The only incident that might compare would be his traffic citation in 2002, and even that was minor.

Other than his vehicular run-in, what is Moss guilty of? Leaving the field with seconds remaining on the clock? Ok, have you ever left work early only to have your co-workers get slammed with work after you left? The next day, you apologize. Problem solved.

Of course, any discussion of Moss wouldn't be complete without mentioning the "mooning incident". If you haven't read the defense of that, check out Tony Dungy's quote in this article.

As for Moss's lack of effort in Oakland, sorry Raiders' fans, but he didn't want to be there. Right or wrong, it happens. Recent sports history is littered with athletes who hold out, demand trades, or refuse to play until they are relieved of their contract status. Moss was on the field for most of his time with the Raiders. Personally, I am the same way, to quote Moss, when "I'm unhappy and I'm not too much excited about what's going on, ... my concentration and focus level tend to go down". And I didn't have to play for those dreadful Raiders teams.

Now that Moss is in New England, look for him to continue putting up big numbers. He is in a positive environment in a successful program and rubbing elbows with other top-level co-workers. Tom Brady, Rodney Harrison, etc. will continuously challenge Moss to maintain his high level of ability. Football will be fun again for Randy Moss. Just as you and I would work more productively in a challenging environment among peers who are not only fun to be around, but push you to be better.

And if you are still convinced Randy Moss is on the level of Tank Johnson, Chris Henry, and other NFL ne'er-do-wells, take a moment to read this article, you might change your mind.

As for me, my only gripe with Randy Moss is that I wish he had stayed at Florida State ...

Tuesday's Circular Ramblings

Around the wheel o’ Tuesday one more time …

Unless you were hanging out with Jimmy Hoffa, Elvis, and Steve Fossett, you know the NFL kicked off this past weekend. To paraphrase Red Stripe's Dorrel Salmon, “Hooray Football”. Unfortunately, the only game I watched was the Miami-Washington snoozefest. So as others endulged in a buffet of gridiron goodness, I willfully ingested only the vichyssoise. Meanwhile, the local 53, those Buccaneers of Tampa Bay, lost to Seattle. My disinterest is overwhelming.

I did see something Bucs-related this weekend that piqued my interest, however. Starting QB Jeff Garcia and his gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, pretty, and combat-tested wife, Carmella Decesare, are hosting a charity bowling event at a bowling alley/bar/nightclub/restaurant in Tampa. (More on that if I can find it.) For only the price of admission, you can attempt to wow Carmella with your ball-handling prowess.

Speaking of, TBS.com’s Sports site wants to know if you realized how fun it is to play with balls. Heh, heh, he said “balls”. Seriously, anything that doesn’t pass the Beavis and Butt-head test should not be published.

Many moons ago, way back in the day, when I was but a wee lad, TBS used to be the television home of the Braves. When was the last time TBS broadcast a Braves game? I don’t think I have seen a game on the Superstation all year. Even their homepage has forgotten about the home team. TBS.com/sports is advertising their new playoff broadcasts with a picture of Mets’ third baseman David Wright. David Wright! Have they forgotten the epic battles and animosity between the Mets and Braves circa 1999 to 2000? Weren’t the Mets the proverbial fly in the face of at least a few of those Braves’ teams?

Speaking of dynasties that have seen better days, my Seminoles finally put a mark in the win column Saturday night. In case you missed it (and if you don't get the thrilling broadcasts of ESPN U you probably missed it), FSU torched the Blazers of UAB 34-24. I’m overjoyed. I am a bastion of blissfulness. Hooray.

While I am on the subject of blazin’, Peter Tosh was murdered 20 years ago today. Total bummer. Although Bob Marley is more renown, if you like reggae music with a little anti-establishment in the mix, check out Peter Tosh. Legalize It.

Today is also a big day for Ludacris, who celebrates his 30th two days after mine. There are some people who are born close to me whom I think I could have had the talent to be as successful as, and I could have held them as peers. Kerry Wood, for example. But not Ludacris. I couldn’t rap to save my life.

That reminds me, as talented as he may be, Kanye West acts like a whiny bitch. Dude, Metallica lost Best Hard Rock/Metal award to Jethro “freakin’” Tull. Quit your bitchin’. Aren’t rappers supposed to be Tougher Than Leather? Seriously, complaining about not winning an MTV Video Award is like claiming you are underrated. Kinda like Phil Simms after Super Bowl XXI.

Speaking of Super Bowl journeys …

Fightin' Bloggers' Block

The author looms above his page and thinks it strange that at his age
he can not find the proper words to describe his only world.
One would think that in a life where no two snowflakes are alike
one would have a brilliant rhyme for each and every bit of time.

- Clutch, "The Yeti"

Random Madness

It's late, I'm lazy, I'm watching football, I'm planning my upcoming 30th birthday bash, I'm working on a post that will absolutely melt you cerebellum. Any of these is reason enough why you aren't getting much today.

That said, here is some randomness to kick off your weekend.

Cookie Monster trying to figure out a computer.

Tuesday's Circular Ramblings

Time for another exercise in rambling circularity ...

So I was out of town this weekend and went to South Florida to see some friends and watch the Phillies and Marlins. Even though it was a really good game, and the Marlins closed it out in the bottom of the 9th with the bases loaded and Jimmy Rollins up, baseball in South Florida is an exercise in expansive disinterest. There could not have been 20,000 people in the whole stadium on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Of course, typical of Florida weather, no less than 10 minutes after we left the stadium the skies opened and lightning rained from the heavens. This is reason numero uno why there needs to be a retractable dome in South Florida.

Speaking of Florida sports, ESPN’s Mark Schlabach writes that FSU might not have the best players on the field anymore. As someone who has watched his alma mater go painfully down the crapper for the last five years, this is obvious. Replacing the coaching staff was a good start (although I vehemently oppose the way they bought off Jeff Bowden), but at what point does losing effect the overall recruiting level? I’m not talking about the studs that are always going to use the program for exposure, I’m talking the difference in depth between having 3-star back-ups and 4-star second teamers. Not that anyone could have helped an FSU offensive line that couldn’t block to save their own, or their QB’s life, last night.

But on to better FSU-related news … the illustrious FSU Cowgirl, Jenn Sterger, has finally blessed us with a new blog entry and surprise, she is starring in her first movie. Honestly, I hope there is a little more to the role than just a booty-shakin’ club-goer.

On the subject of simple roles for beautiful women, I saw a few commercials for that new Jessica Alba flick with Dane Cook. I know all the myspacers will go see it for Dane Cook and most of the male population of North America will see it for a scantily-clad Alba, but I think I’ve seen this movie before, except the first time it had Danny Glover and Martin Short .

But while on the topic of Dane Cook, those ridiculous “Actober” commercials are getting annoying. The first one I saw with the Brewers was dumb, and then I just saw one about the Mariners. At least one of those teams is still in the playoff picture unlike …
The Atlanta Braves, who are now 7.5 games behind the Mets and are becoming increasingly irrelevant. Let’s hope the Braves play spoiler and knock Philadelphia out of the wildcard so the Mets don’t have to play Phils in the NLCS (contrary to my own prediction). Although, the Mets did just get Pedro Martinez back the other night. Honestly, this makes me smile. Apparently Pedro worked out like a man-beast to get back on the hill for the Mets. Very cool.

You know who else supposedly works out like a man-beast? Kevin Garnett. Apparently KG likes to drag people and tie himself up with cables – no thanks. I’ll stick to the treadmill a couple times a week. Anyway, to wrap-up, KG reminds me of Boston, which, of course, brings to mind the Big Dig, which makes me think of tunnels, which makes me think of porn, which makes me think of Alexis Malone, who hails from Pittsburgh, as do the Steelers who play Cleveland this week, which makes me think of Carmella Decesare, a.k.a. Mrs. Jeff Garcia, who apparently wants to be a sideline reporter for the Tampa Bay Bucs, which would have me going to a lot more games, which reminds me …