My parents moved house last summer, leaving the home they’d lived in since shortly after my birth in 1995 for one about forty miles away, nearer to my mother’s family, my sister, and I. The process of moving out of that house involved me sifting through and clearing out a space in which I’d had a bed and a home on-and-off for my entire life. The emotional effects this experience spawned can help define many of my actions over the course of the latter half of 2022. I found old notebooks, journals, collected homework assignments from high school, pens, research materials, toys, video games, books, a surprising number of cassette tapes – every sort of artifact a person could absent-mindedly neglect to get rid of over 27 years of life and find themselves deciding to part with through tear-blurred eyes on a time crunch. Continue reading
I was recently introduced to Mrs. Coyote.
For those unaware, Mrs. Coyote is the recently introduced wife of The Coyote, which is his full legal name, who is the mascot for the San Antonio Spurs. After years of the Coyote’s existence as, theoretically, a bachelor, Mrs. Coyote entered the picture in 2018 to break up a romantic triangle between the Coyote and two different San Antonio area TV anchorwomen. To date, this is Mrs. Coyote’s only appearance. What really struck me about this was that I’d never thought of any professional American sports mascot as explicitly married before. Is The Coyote the only one?
Thus begins another entry in my almost two-year long feature/non-smart phone journey. My last deliberation on this venture came with my post about the Schok Classic back in February, in which I detailed my history with smartphones, feature phones, and everything in-between. In May, I replaced my Schok Classic with Unihertz’s Titan Pocket, an android QWERTY-keyboard phone. To understand why I pursued the Titan Pocket, we must first understand the most significant issues that I encountered with the Schok Classic, about which I felt mostly positively:
I remember not the day that I decided to start documenting vending machines that I saw. I have conflicting theories within myself on when it started, all valid, and all based in reality, but I have no memory of the specific impetus. But it was in February 2017 when I first actively began documenting them anywhere online, on my Tumblr, then called Vending Machina, now residing under a different name. The posts are all still up, though.
On a late summer night in St. Paul, America… and indeed Mexico as well, were reacquainted with what we might call…
As to avoid retaliation from any men currently serving as the head coach of a professional soccer team located in a medium-sized city in the Great Plains region of the United States of America, any and all references to which specific professional soccer team in which medium-sized city in the Great Plains region of the United States of America I would theoretically in this hypothetical dream world I’m creating for the purpose of this blog post be finding a new coach for have been redacted. This is again a thing I’m thinking about for no reason and with no intent of my own and nobody currently coaching a professional soccer team located in a medium-sized city in the great plains should have any reason to believe I’m talking about replacing them or to come beat me up. All of this is good fun had on my little blog.
Probably the Most Obvious Ones:
Kerry Zavagnin (Assistant, Sporting Kansas City)
Zavagnin during his playing days for a professional team
College sports conferences don’t make any sense any damn more. Texas and Oklahoma are gonna play South Carolina and Vanderbilt every year, UCLA and USC are joining the damn Big Ten, which means they’ll play Big Ten schools Rutgers and Maryland, Kansas and Kansas State will not play Nebraska or Missouri anymore but might get Colorado back and will definitely get UCF and BYU in the near future, The best golfer is a black guy, the best rapper is a white guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America’s Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn’t want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named “Bush”, “Dick”, and “Colon.” Need I say more?
Sorry. When I get going it’s hard for me to stop. But there must be a reckoning – and this one can’t come out of Athens, Georgia. We all understand why it is this way, I’ve had midwits on Reddit tell me over and over again that it’s about money, as if any of us were under any different impression. It’s Fox, it’s Disney, it’s a desire for a consolidated television product that guarantees marquee games each week – and while that is all well and good for Lincoln Riley and whatever the name of the guy who coaches UCLA at the moment, and it’s been providing dividend after dividend for the power football programs in my native Kansas City area – We Kansas fans love our Big XII doormat status and look forward to our away games in Utah, and the Missouri fans love the slow recognition that their primary value in the SEC has shifted from “Will get the SEC network on to cable packages in St. Louis” to “Tomato Can for the actual power SEC teams.” – It is completely senseless for basically everyone else.
What of the non-revenue olympic sports? The football programs understand that they have to go play at the Bounce House in Orlando because it’s the only way we at Kansas and Kansas State can keep our collective College Football Playoff aspirations alive. But what of the talented tennis player from Great Bend who gets a scholarship to K-State with no intention of playing professionally, why should they have to go to Provo? Why should they need to take hours-long airplane voyages to Ohio and West Virginia? What of the collective collegiate spirit of the Kansas City metropolitan area? Shouldn’t those matter just as well?
I’m daring to say yes, they do matter, and I, along with my business partner Mike, with whom I had the idea driving in my car the other day, have a solution:
Introducing: The Tank 7 Collegiate Athletics Conference
And not even one of the ones that people know about, either. I’m screaming into the void for this one, I recognize – But, boy am I screaming.
A few months ago, in preparation for the Super Bowl, I took a look at the many wonderful pieces of football-related memorabilia available on ShopGoodwill.com. This was among the easier posts I’ve ever written, as I merely had to take a favorite pastime of mine (looking at ShopGoodwill.com) and combine it with another pastime of mine (writing a paragraph of jokes about something) to create it. The only thing that could’ve made it easier would have been if the memorabilia had been about my favorite sport, which the NFL is not. My favorite sport is street luge. However there’s not much – actually not any – street luge memorabilia available on ShopGoodwill.com right now, if you can believe it. There is some for the sport I prefer to American Football by a fine margin: Soccer.
The Soccer memorabilia category is a little shallower than its American Football counterpart, which I expected – But there’s still some good stuff floating around the ShopGoodwill ecosystem.
BRINE Pink Soccer Ball SZ 3 SIGNED –