Work is absolutely killing me right now, so I apologize for being M.I.A.
-Touch Down There (my ZogSports touch football team) lost in the second round of playoffs this past weekend, putting an end to our undefeated season. Part of the reason we lost was because we were quite simply outplayed by the other team. But another big factor to our loss was that one of our best players wasn’t allowed to play. He got screwed because his name wasn’t listed on our official roster from the start of the season, and a technicality in the league rules prevented him from playing (I won’t go into why this rule is terrible – this post would get too long). In short, the only reason this rule even came into play was because he was a friend of the person enforcing the rule (I’ll call her S.U.Z.A.N.N.E for “Some of Us Zoggers Are Not Nice, Eh”). S.U.Z.A.N.N.E. had the roster and knew our player, and so the rule was enforced, whereas a hypothetical player on our team, who was also not on our roster but was using a fake name of someone who was, would have went unnoticed. Ordinarily, all of this wouldn’t really be worthy of a post, except that S.U.Z.A.N.N.E is a reader of this blog, and after our loss, she attempted to apologize for everything that went down, ending with “Don’t write about me…”
Oops. You caught me in the wrong week, babe.
[Update: Well, the shit hath hiteth the fan. Unfortunately, my stress level at work and a lack of time and sleep led to a quickly-written post that ended up not as light-hearted as intended. Check the comments - there's some pretty good reads down there...
Just to clarify, I really don't give a shit about this ordeal. It sucked at the time, but I'm over it. This post was not written to debate or be petty about the rule (see the sentence above that says "Ordinarily all of this wouldn't really be worthy of a post, except that..."). To answer some of the commenters, I do understand that rules are rules. Some are meant to protect the safety of players, some are meant to allow gender equality on the field, and some are meant to - well, I haven't quite figured out the purpose of that one rule. In any case, ITS NOT A BIG DEAL. Sure one of our guys had to sit around for a few hours, but at the end of the day (and season), we all had fun and gave some money to charity. And we'll do it again next year (though we'll pay a little more attention to the rules.)
This post was really (and I'll admit, poorly) written to poke gentle fun at S.U.Z.A.N.N.E. (By the way, how could you all take that lame-ass acronym I made seriously? I mean, I ended it with "eh". Do I look Canadian to you?) She told me not to write about her, so I did - a whole "nobody tells me what to do!" type thing. I would apologize for the (bad) humor being lost on some of you, but I won't. This blog apologizes to no one (see, more bad humor).
I hope she's not too upset (thankfully, her comment doesn't seem too filled with hate). I actually love the fact that she reads this thing because until last weekend, I had no clue who she was. One of the biggest joys of mine in doing this is meeting random people and finding out they read this crap. (By the way, general question for people that are reading this that I don't personally know... How did you end up here? Leave me a comment and tell me, but please don't call me a "whiny-ass baby boy" like one of today's commenters did, cause I'm not...I AM NOT....I AM NOOOOOOOOOT. STOP IT! I'M TELLING ON YOU!)
So, S.U.Z.A.N.N.E. (and the rest of you), please don't stop reading. This is fun. And time consuming. And now I have to get back to work. And so should you. Well, after you tell your friends to come here and read my blog and click on square-shaped links that were put on here by a big search engine company (Intentionally vague sentence because I don't think I'm supposed to actually say that. Damnit, I'm breaking rules again.) I could use the money. ZogSports is not cheap.]
-Bier was in town last weekend, leading to long nights filled with high levels of drinking. As a result of him being here, I also hung out with some other buddies from school who live in the city. I hardly ever see them because they are I-Bankers, and when not working, they are somewhat a part of the whole douchey I-Banker scene. But at least they admit it, as evidenced by a line delivered by one of them to a random girl at the bar on Friday.
“Yeah I’m a douche. But I’m rich.”
-The only thing getting me through the hellish tunnel that is this week is the bright light at the end, the Michigan-Ohio State game on Saturday, an event which I still consider to be underhyped.
Yeah I said it. Underhyped. Because any time spent by the media covering other sports is time not spent hyping this game.
NBA? Whoopty do, Ben left the Pistons, the Knicks still suck. There’s 70 games left, talk to me in January.
NFL? Its midseason. I think we can afford to take a week off from coverage, right?
NHL? You fucking kidding?
MLB? If I hear one more word about an arrogant Japanese player who requires teams to place contract bids just to even talk to him, I might stab someone. This is America’s favorite past-time?
College Basketball? I’ll let this one slide.
Women’s College Basketball? Do I even need to say something here?
That’s all I got for now. I likely won’t post until next week, so I apologize in advance.
Go Blue!
