Why not a cricket stadium too???

Real fast, what does Atlanta need?  Improved mass transit?  Actual infrastructure?  Less-corrupt politicians?  Another taco restaurant?   Pssh, that’s all trivial shit.

But if you said “Atlanta needs a new stadium,” then you’ve got the clairvoyance of Professor X and you’d be 100% correct!

Not just any stadium though . . . but a CRICKET stadium!!!

I mean shit, how naïve of me to think that the Atlanta Stadium-Palooza would have come to an end now that the Falcons have a new stadium, the Braves have a new stadium, and the Hawks have secured a couple of hundred of million dollars to renovate their existing stadium to a slightly newer state.  I mean, NFL, MLB and NBA, covering the big three sports entities would have been enough right?

Of course not!  If MLS can get a brand-new training facility, and the NBA D-League can get themselves a new stadium, who am I to say that I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear that of all the sports in the world, cricket would be the next to descend on the Atlanta area and out of nowhere begin demanding a stadium for themselves.

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Wait, JetBlue is the bad guy here?

I have been on a lot of airplanes.  I’ve had wonderful flights, namely where the seat(s) adjacent to me have been empty, and I’ve been able to exhale and bask in the luxury of space, and once in a blue moon, I’ve had the opportunity to sit in first class and enjoy a cocktail or two. 

However, most of the time, I’ve had less-than-wonderful flights, whether it’s been on account of assholes who don’t understand the rules of the armrests, shitheads who pack too much shit and clog up all available space, or fat fucks who ooze over armrests, seats, aisles and encroach upon the personal space of everyone around them.  Such is more common than not, because the vast majority of people are simply stupid and have zero understanding of not just airplane etiquette, but just how to conduct one’s self when rammed into tight quarters with other miserable travelers.

Amidst my travels, I have been no stranger to the unruly child in the row behind me that thinks the seat in front of them is the FIFA World Cup and decides to mash the kick buttons like they’re Chun-Li.  Under the standby circumstances I’ve flown so frequently in the past, there was little I could actually do about this, since I was vastly less human than my counterparts that paid substantially more than I did, but over the last year of actually paying real fares to fly, I have been no stranger to the turnaround and glare at the negligent parents who neglect bad behavior.

Needless to say, seat kicking ranks somewhere in between being too fat and insisting on existing in one seat and releasing snakes on a plane, when it comes to the worst people on an airplane.  Which is why it’s so easy to applaud JetBlue when they removed a family of five from an airplane after a one-year old kicked the seat in front of it.

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End of the world dreams are scary

Driving down the highway, it started with what appeared to be a bad storm.  Clouds darkened, and wind picked up.  But from the safety of inside a car, we soldered down the road to our destination.  Slightly above the car hovered a drone with a camera on it, but in the blink of an eye, a powerful gust of wind upended the device, sending it to its untimely demise.

“Oh shit,” I exclaimed upon seeing it get blown away and inevitably wrecked, because drones are expensive and cameras are expensive and a camera-mounted drone was probably very expensive and costly to replace.  Casualties of Mother Nature, and probably not the best idea to have been out in this.

Debris in the road, like giant pieces of sheet metal suddenly littered the road, and suddenly driving became a game of Frogger, trying to dodge shit strewn about the pavement, but nothing that couldn’t be avoided with moderately decent reflexes and good handling capabilities.

But then came the abandoned cars, plugging traffic to a standstill.  Then there wrecked cars that had caused cars to stop and become abandoned in the first place.  And beyond the wrecked cars was the actual wreckage of, everything.  The roads collapsed, smoke and fire the only thing visible beyond the initial line of sight.  We get out of the car to gawk and marvel over the unreal visual of a wasteland that was once our home.

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Fire Emblem Heroes is insanity

Five-star rated characters in Fire Emblem Heroes are drawn at a rate of 3.25% per summon.  Suffice to say, the chances of getting a highly coveted five-star player during a summoning session is not very good.

In casinos, aside from the wild array of side bets available in craps, roulette is considered the game with the worst odds on the floor.  The standard American roulette wheel has spots for 1-36, as well as a zero and a double-zero, for a total of 38 numbers for a ball to drop onto; so on every single spin, gamblers have a 2.6315789% of hitting a single number and getting a 36x payout.

The difference with roulette is that there is a variety of ways to hedge your bets, wager on half or quarter spots, mitigate losses and frustration, maximize entertainment and enjoyment, and depending on the casino, drinks are usually free and sometimes the waitresses are hot.

In FEH, you pull the slot machine, get nothing of any value, and then walk away pissed off.  In less than 60 seconds.  Eventually, you get back on the horse, grind your way to 20 orbs or whatever denomination one feels comfortable getting to before getting back into the casino, and the process repeats itself again and again.

As much as I’m aware of having just quoted a guy who quoted Einstein’s famous line already this week, but the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. 

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This makes me think twice about Airbnb in the US

I like Airbnb; I’ve stayed at several before now, ironically more outside of the United States than in it.  I think it’s a great way to save a little bit of money versus pricey hotels and all their random fees, and it’s also a great way to stay in places unique and different than in bustling lodging districts.  And when it comes to extended stays anywhere, it’s often times the de facto option to not get charged up the nose for multiple nights.

That said, this story I came across about an Asian girl who was basically duped and screwed by a racist Airbnb host kind of makes me think twice about utilizing the service, especially in the United States, my own home country.  Long story short, the girl made a reservation at a cabin, and had numerous correspondences with the host.  But then while minutes away from their destination, in the midst of a snow storm, the host rips her mask off, revealing a mutant racist, spouts all sorts of hateful and bigoted rhetoric and cancels the booking, not before saying it was because she was Asian and saying “this is why we have trump.”

Now I’d be fine if a Hilton or a Marriott pulled this shit on me, because I’d sue the ever-living shit out of them and become Oprah-rich.  But Airbnb is mostly hosted by fairly every-men and every-women who want to make some side scratch renting out their properties; despite the fact that the racist host in question was actually somehow punished to the tune of a $5,000 fine and requirement to take an Asian-studies course, there’s no making good the potential damage they’re doing when they decide to screw over a potential renter.

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Go G-Gobblers!

Surprising nobody: the Gwinnett Braves announce finalists for the team renaming contest and they all suck:

  • Gwinnett Buttons
  • Gwinnett Big Mouths
  • Gwinnett Gobblers
  • Gwinnett Hush Puppies
  • Gwinnett Lambchops
  • Gwinnett Sweet Teas

I mean, it was a forgone conclusion that the new name was going to be a PC-friendly, vanilla, uncreative and probably determined regardless of votes, but c’mon, these are pretty particularly poor as far as options go.  Sure, passive-aggressive griefing options like Tax Burdens and classic no-brainers like the G-Spots weren’t going to get through, but surely some way better options must have fallen by the wayside in this shitty contest.

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When losing becomes too much to handle

So passively-aggressively hilarious: retired WR Calvin Johnson throws heaps of shade about the endless losing culture of the Detroit Lions and how it basically drove him into retirement

Not going to lie: this is legit one of the saddest yet funniest sports articles in a long time.  Calvin Johnson basically throwing the Detroit Lions organization under the bus for well, being the Detroit Lions; a team that never won, existed primarily in the losers’ circle, how he just couldn’t take being contractually glued to them throughout his entire career, and how retirement and the ceasing of millions of dollars in paychecks seemed like the superior alternative.

I’ll come clean, I actually like Calvin Johnson.  Despite the fact that he mauled Virginia Tech and the rest of the ACC while he was playing for Georgia Tech, there was always something entertaining and fascinating about watching such a physically gifted player do his thing.  It was a no-brainer that he was going to go pro, and was only a question of just how high in the draft he would be selected.

But being a shoe-in pro always has the peril of getting drafted by one of the teams, locked in eternity to the ball-and-chain of loser, like the Raiders, Texans, Bills, Browns, or in the case of Calvin Johnson, the Detroit Lions.

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