Another reason why the NFL is stupid

I don’t particularly care much about Colin Kaepernick.  I thought he was arrogant, but more importantly he played for the 49ers and I think all San Francisco sports teams have the most entitled and insufferable sports fans on the planet, therefore I dislike them.  But there’s no denying his talent; he’s a pretty capable quarterback with a decent arm, good instincts and great mobility.  And then there’s the 2012 season where he basically put the entire franchise on his back and nearly single-handedly carried the franchise to a Super Bowl victory was nothing short of incredible, and a good indication of what kind of talent he was capable of unleashing.

And I’ll be the first to say that I wasn’t particularly keen on his decision to refuse to stand for the National Anthem, because I thought it was selfish and disrespectful, but ultimately as Americans, we have the right to choose to do things like such, regardless of what other think.  Ultimately, it was such choices that have led to his blatant and obvious blackballing by the NFL, and at time I’m writing this, Colin Kaepernick has no team and has no job in the NFL.

The thing is, it’s not because there aren’t teams that don’t need capable quarterbacks; the Browns, Dolphins and especially the Jets come to mind.  None of them truly have a QB that’s a lock to start the season, and there’s a litany of names being thrown around just those three teams; some, whom people have heard of, like Johnny Manziel and Robert Griffin III, some, nobody has heard of, like the guys all competing for the Jets’ starting job, and then there’s Jay Cutler who went from one accursed franchise, the Bears to another accursed franchise, the Dolphins.

Colin Kaepernick does not have a job, because the NFL has a personal problem with the man, and is letting it affect the professional fortunes of him, as well as any team that might benefit from the acquisition of an athlete like him.

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Good intentions, predictable outcome

Didn’t see that coming: grassroots movement declaring a ceasefire in Baltimore, challenging the city to ‘nobody kill anybody’ over a 72-hour period, results in two men dead from gunshots

I hate to (I really don’t) goof on what’s ultimately very good intentioned, but come on – this is Baltimore we’re talking about.  This is a city in America where the life expectancy is something that sounds like medieval times, when the bubonic plague was ravaging the realm, that’s how much violence is a problem there.  It may sound like a cliché to some, but there is a shred of reality in the notion of surviving each day, because violence in Baltimore isn’t just commonplace, it’s a way of life.

I’m not (entirely) saying all this because I love to take potshots at Baltimore; I’ve seen the looming threat and constant presence of violence in that god-forsaken city.  I remember when my mom wanted to be alone for a weekend, she’d jettison my sister and I off to Baltimore to stay with an aunt and cousin who lived in the deepest, darkest part of Baltimore, and I remember hearing the nightly routine of dirtbikes and ATVs that buzzed down Monroe Street that were speculated to be MS-13 drug trails.  I’ve seen fights on the streets, and I knew a friend of an acquaintance who was jumped and hospitalized in ICU during an Otakon, in a very populated area near the Harbor.

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Weekends are for working

No lie, ever since I moved into my house, I’ve worked more during each weekend than I have been at my actual job.  At least in the sense of doing things that physically tire me out versus my cushy office job that I do almost entirely while sitting down in a chair.

But ever since I moved in, just about every single weekend has been marathons of painting, moving things, assembling things, installing things, unpacking boxes, taking trash out, and other time-consuming tasks that have me scratching my head wondering where the days go, and why is it 10 p.m. already?  I am so over painting now, and I hope to not have to do any more painting for several, several years, although I can already think of areas of my house in which builder beige will not be tolerated in the long run.

Weekends fly by with me scarcely getting any substantial computer time, and by the time I do mundane things like checking my email or looking at Facebook, I’ve usually got a lot of new email and my Facebook feed has several days’ worth of peoples’ mundane status updates and inconsequential humblebrags and notifications.  Aside from the shit I can play on my phone, I haven’t touched a video game in weeks, and I haven’t played League since my desk and my desktop were still at the old apartment.

The thing is though, this isn’t me complaining at all about it.  It’s entirely factual that I’ve been busier on weekends than I am during the week, but ultimately, there’s a sense of gratification and reward with every task I finish and progress made towards the ultimate completion of moving in.

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I really dislike it, but I kind of respect the trolling

Football fans love to waste money: group of New Orleans Saints fans want to troll the Atlanta Falcons and its new Mercedes-Benz Stadium by renting billboard space across the street, mocking the 28-3 lead the Falcons had in the Super Bowl before suffering the biggest collapse ever

I often say that I’m ambivalent towards football, and that I’m not really a fan of the Atlanta Falcons.  To some degree, I do stand by such claims, but I’m not going to lie that I felt absolutely crushed, heartbroken and completely demoralized by the result of the 2016 Super Bowl Lee, when the Falcons had a gigantic lead, and choked it all away, suffering the mother of defeats to Tom Brady and the New England Patriots.

I chalk up my frustration and disappointment not so much because the Falcons lost, but the City of Atlanta lost, an opportunity to shed the notion that as a sports town, it’s full of teams that always choke, and actually win a major sporting championship.  Instead, they swing the pendulum full retard and go from having victory all but guaranteed, to being defeated in the most gut-wrenching, most-Atlanta way ever.

Needless to say, I do admit that the Falcons’ loss really upset me, and thinking back to Super Bowl Lee isn’t the easiest thing for me to do as a sports fan.

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Why is this a surprise?

It shouldn’t be a surprise: retired NBA great Tim Duncan kickboxes to stay in shape, and is apparently very good at it, according to his coach

The insinuation is that this is somehow newsworthy because there’s a modicum of surprise that a man like Tim Duncan, who was best identified as a stalwart basketball player, has the audacity to partake in something not-basketball, like kickboxing.  And that he’s actually pretty good at it, almost good enough to be “a legit competitor in MMA” according to his coach.

But if anyone who followed Tim Duncan’s career as a basketball player shouldn’t really be at all that surprised to find out that he’s also good at kickboxing, because he’s pretty much good at everything once he gets a grasp of the fundamentals.  After all, he wasn’t nicknamed “the Big Fundamental” without just cause.

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This would make me a Rays fan for the remainder of the season

Worth watching baseball again: relief pitcher Jonny Venters continuing journey back to the big leagues, pitching for the Tampa Bay Rays’ Class-A Advanced Charlotte Stone Crabs

Jonny Venters is one of my favorite pitchers to watch, like ever.  Formerly a relief ace on the Braves, I enjoyed his ascent from AAA to the majors and watched him for the better part of three seasons, make hitters look absolutely foolish with a mega-power sinker thrown from the left hand and often at speeds in excess of 96 mph.

He was derailed when he blew out his elbow, requiring the dreaded Tommy John surgery that salvages careers, but effectively knocks guys out of action for at least a year.  To make matters worse, upon the return trail, something went horribly awry and he ended up blowing out his elbow again, requiring a second Tommy John surgery before he even made it back up to the majors.  So back under the knife he went, and another year lost to surgery and rehabilitation.

I actually watched Jonny Venters practice throwing again in the spring time of 2014, when I made a trip down to Orlando to watch some Spring Training baseball.  He was on a distant backfield of the Disney Wide World of Sports facility, practicing long toss with a catcher I couldn’t identify.  I was happy to see that he was back to performing baseball actions again, and had high hopes that the old Jonny Venters would be back to bolster the Braves’ bullpen.

But because life can sometimes be a harsh and cruel mistress, before the season even started, somehow Jonny Venters blew out his elbow a horrific third time.  Once again, he would need Tommy John surgery, and be knocked out of the third consecutive season.  To nobody’s surprise, by this point, the Braves had no choice but to release him, considering he was very much damaged goods, and unintentionally was a drain on payroll.

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