Traditions kept, traditions broken

Breaking tradition:
Ryan Fitzpatrick, quarterback for my fantasy football team, went crazy in a good way. He was projected to score 15.36 points. I’m playing against Steven, who is using some Ben Rothlinheimersteinerreiner from Pittsburgh. His quarterback was projected to bring in 28.77 and only brought in 21.92. Remember how my guy was supposed to have 15.36? Like I said, he went crazy. 45.50 points just this week. I should have lost. I did not.

I now have a record of 10-2, ranking second only to the Jedi Wrestlers (I still wonder if Sean is saying they are Jedi who wrestle or if it’s a bunch of Animal Planet hosts that tie up individuals who are strong in the Force).

I am breaking tradition by being in the playoffs. How many times have you invited me to this league, Mike? How many times do I crash and burn? How in the world am I beating you? Was it really that trade at the beginning of the season? These are not humble brags but honest bafflement.

Keeping up traditions:
You know that Desean Jackson guy that threw a temper tantrum and was benched? Or that Ndamukong Suh guy who beat a guy’s head into the field then stomped on him with his cleats to celebrate Thanksgiving?

Yep. Both my players.

I would watch more baseball if there were more Devin.

Seriously. When I see some of the people that get jobs as color commentators and then I watch this:

I realize that my viewing of baseball on the y-axis is directly proportionate to the increased value of Devin on the x-axis.

The ultimate sports show would be these two announcers paired up with the disembodied head of Mark Twain and the computer programmer from Deadliest Warrior.

Come on, Internet. Make it happen!

Be about it!

Vintage baseball this Saturday!

Unfortunately, you never know when or where a time portal is ever gonna strike.

We do now. This Saturday at noon a portal will open up here:

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You can then go to the Enchantment Under the Sea dance and make sure that your parents meet, fall in love, and you’re born.

If you have time before the dance, you should check out Devin’s vintage baseball team at noon.

There promises to be plenty of ‘stache and swagger.

Commercial Bowl XLV

Considering the gamma radiation (or whatever it is that pulses from this monitor) is making me dizzy, I may not be the best to offer commentary (or maybe that IS the best) for this year’s Super Bowl.

I’ve been sick since Thursday night and have been in bed/on the couch in a stupor. Today my goal is to be ready for work tomorrow, since I only have 77 sick days remaining (I don’t call in much).

As promised, here is the Bloggh’s CoverIt Live of the Super Bowl. Feel free to request a name to add to the commentary:

New look, same nerd

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I wanted my site to load faster, especially on my mobile, so hopefully it works for you. I’m trying to streamline the RSS feed, too.

We got to see lots of #75 playing today, which always makes for a good day. Every time the kicker comes in, he’s booting it from behind Man Mountain. When the career touchdown record was broken, #75 made sure the extra point went in.

I loved watching the game on the “screen”, if only because I could eat behind the screen and not miss the game.

Some links of note today:
If you want to hear about the artist behind the movie posters for pretty much every geek movie ever, (same guy that did Star Wars, Goonies, Indy, Blade Runner…you get the idea) click here.

If you want to play with online LEGOs for free, click here.

The real Captain Jack Sparrow surprises a kid here by going to her school.

Wookiees dance to Smooth Criminal here.