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Folks:
That’s right. The season starts today, and boy howdy, does that mean the season starts today. Each team in both leagues did some soul-searching over the course of the offseason and decided that they’d be happy playing ball again this weekend, and we have the privilege of paying a minimum of $10 and a maximum of like $1,200 in these huge stadia to watch them do so, and then we’ll pay a minimum of $14 and a maximum of like $18 for the right to drink a domestic light beer in said stadia. With all that known and good, time has come for me to predict this year’s coming ball-and-batmen whose hits and swings will come to define the American Pastime like so few others can.
Well, folks, it’s that time again: Time for an intrusive thought to become a reality. I thought “a product called PepsiCoffee that’s just Pepsi and Coffee together would be a funny product” like two years ago. It’s probably been exactly that length of time since I’ve purchased a regular can of Pepsi (non-diet soda makes my tumby and teef hurt, etc) and in a recent experiment, I bought a six pack of the little cans of Pepsi (I chose Pepsi partially to make CoffeePepsi, partially because I knew Coke gives me a headache, and partially because there’s been a Pepsi ad on TV and I was like “oh, whatever, I’ll give it a shot”).
I’ve learned two things:
Now if you think my coffee maker’s a disgusting state of dirtiness, I would like to remind you that a dirty coffee maker gets the soul of every cup I’ve made before into each new cup, thus making every experience even better.
(I know the headline’s grammatically incorrect, just please hold steady with me)
Ricky… He’s done it to me. He got me. He went too far. If it’s any solace, he might go to hell for those jokes, but I don’t think it is… Mister Gervais, you’ve done it. You’ve offended me. These are the five bits that hurt my little fee-fees and made me go crying to my safe space, my millennial soul crushed by the cold blue steel of the real world.
One game in this year’s NCAA Basketball tournament got to me, and it’s the one that got to everyone else, and I’m just fascinated by how – and why – it happened.
I dare you to come up with a better song that Buffalo Stance by Neneh Cherry off of her 1989 album “Raw Like Sushi.”
Specifically all six minutes of the 12″ Mix – I think the version you’d generally hear on the radio – which is how I first came to the song when I was 12 or 13. I’d keep a radio on all night long tuned to KCJK 105.1 JACK FM, an adult alternative station which I thought was unique to Kansas City, I later came to find out it was a Cumulus Media station that broadcasted in most major markets in the United States. Buffalo Stance by Neneh Cherry played every night on their automated DJ’s playlist at some time around 10:30 PM, when I’d be trying to fall asleep and failing because I had a radio playing right next to my head all night.
Anyway, there was this song that would play at around 10:30 PM each night, and I’d never be able to pick out the lyrics, so I could never figure out what the song was actually called, but I was able to gather like three things from it: Continue reading
The first player I remember lighting up Allen Fieldhouse was a forward. He played a major role for Roy Williams’ final Jayhawk team in 2003. He took a pass on a fast break, elevated, and dunked with a force strong enough to elevate a stadium of 16,000 to their feet in less than a second, a force I’ve come to know well. I was eight years old, and he became the guy who embodied the electricity and power of Kansas Basketball to me going forward. Continue reading
This is a recent photograph of me:
I recently purchased this shirt for four dollars. It represents the basketball program at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C. I know I’m not normally one to purchase shirts from private Catholic universities located within the Washington, D.C. metropolitan, but there comes a day for each of us. I want to dispel some rumors, because I know what you must be thinking:
Oh, Joe must be a fan of the Georgetown Hoyas
This is wrong. I am no fan of the Georgetown Hoyas. I am a fan of three collegiate basketball teams, and these are them: Continue reading
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