 Hey sports lovers out there! Has your bracket already been busted? Mine has! I’m not sure where it all went wrong as I filled out my NCAA Men’s Basketball bracket in a drunken fit of rage and figured that at least two or three upsets would occur. When that didn’t happen, I essentially threw money right down the toilet like I do every year.
Not only that, the team that was favored to win it all, Syracuse got the ‘ole loopty-loop and had their star center yanked for some kind of bullshit reason. Probably academic, or something ridiculous. I realize an education is important, but holding a 7 foot basketball player out of a huge national basketball tournament because he didn’t make the grades is like telling a biology genius he can’t go to the Siemens Math, Science and Technology competitions because he failed gym. It’s fucking absurd!
I’m sure Melo, the Syracuse center, can get by in this cruel world on street smarts alone, but is there any doubt this dude is going to play in the NBA someday? I mean, C’MON!!! He’s 7 feet tall!!! He’s not splitting atoms here. He’s putting a ball in a hoop and it’s hard to find good athletic 7 footers in the world. Having an academic probation on college athletes is just stupid.
Anyway, after I submitted my bracket to (insert large national sports website here), I realized I forgot to print it out, so I have no way of knowing if it’s really busted or not. My guess, from past experiences, is that it resembles something like a test I took in high school that would have gotten me into any one of these colleges on academic merits. That said, I come from the school of hard knocks.
Much discussion has been made on whether to pay student athletes or not. People seem to think it’s immoral to pay them, yet they have no problem shilling regular students hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loans to get an education and putting them in financial debt for a large chunk of their adult lives. So hey, let’s make sure our priorities are completely fucked up while we cast judgments.
Really, what these schools should do is take the guys who are more likely to make a living playing professional ball either here in the USA or overseas and teach them basic economics. Like how to save money, break away from shifty friends who want hand-outs and hiring a financial advisor that will prevent them from going broke by the age of 33. That’s a class they should and probably will pass.
So what is the point of this blog entry? I’m really not sure. I think I’m just bummed that I’m completely incapable of filling out a NCAA bracket, but that has more to do with my gambling habits and less to do with my research into who these teams are. Some of these schools I’ve never heard of and don’t know where they are on a US map. Unless the school, has the name of the city or state on the jersey, I’m at a loss.
So with that said, I hope your bracket is alive and well! If you’ve managed to predict the underdogs and upsets, you basically guessed your way through the tourney and got lucky. And don’t tell me different. Even the nerds on ESPN and SI.com are wrong all the time. Nobody can predict the future. It’s a guess wrapped inside some half-assed knowledge. You can’t predict heart, determination, and the lucky bounces of a few balls.
You can though, save your money and keep in your pocket and spend it on a nice dinner and not throw it into some bullshit prediction in which about 5,962 variables have to come together in perfect harmony for it to succeed. Now instead of having a steak tonight, I’m having Steak-Ums... One Steak-Um. Not even Steak-Um”s”. Just one Steak-Um… that I borrowed from my neighbor. So it’s not even my Steak-Um. It’s a borrowed Steak-Um that I have to return someday.
Lesson here? Keep your money and buy your own Steak-Ums because Steak is expensive and borrowing things from your neighbor is stupid because he lives right next door and knows when I come and go and I can’t escape him. Did I mention I owe him money too?
 I recently moved into a new apartment and it was more stressful than… nothing, really. Moving is one of the most stressful things we can do as a society. Putting your valuable stuff into the hands of men who may or may not be a few brain cells short of being institutionalized is jarring enough. But jamming your entire life into boxes and uprooting everything you know and going someplace new is wildly nerve-wracking.
Everything about the process is rattling—changing your address, notifying the post office and contacting every organization that sends you mail. Rerouting your utilities and cable service. Packing, unpacking, cleaning and organizing all while trying to live a normal life is nothing short of maddening. Moving can take a week or two to complete and each day seems more clustered than the next. And I didn’t even mention the whole process of FINDING a new apartment. That took like a month of dealing with near maniacs on the phone. Once you get the word out you’re moving, it’s like blood in the water—real estate brokers start swarming like sharks. I got a call from a broker in Colorado about an apartment in NYC. Colorado… Jeez.
Including a rapid slam-bang routine on a crisp Autumn morning almost 15 years ago to my first apartment on East 13th Street in Manhattan, I’ve moved a whopping five times. Each time it’s been more stressful because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve accumulated more stuff and now I have a family. When I did it in 1997, I had a futon and a toothbrush. Now I have computers, multiple furniture sets, endless boxes of stuff and of course, a wife and kid and all their stuff.
Each time I’ve moved it’s been a learning experience for me. I realize I should have done something different, or remembered a tip that really made things easier. I once cut out an article in a magazine on tricks to moving and had it for five years. I threw it out about a month before I realized I had to move. Now I’m passing what I’ve learned on to you in case you find yourself having to bail out of your place because your neighbors headboard bangs against the wall when they have sex, or the people upstairs are addicted to tap dancing, or you simply need more space.
Some of these tips will be much more relevant to city dwellers, but they’re universal in many ways as well…
 Check out the new place a few times
Hang out in the place you plan to move into a few times and at different times of day for noise and other random problems. You can’t sleep there to see if a bus drives by every 25 minutes on the graveyard shift, or if the McDonalds delivery guy parks under your window at 2AM and smokes a half pack of cigarettes, but you can get the gist of the place by going there a few times. Also talk to the neighbors. Is there something
unusual about the place you didn’t notice? Does a train whistle go off at 5:45 every morning? Is the
neighbor your asking all these random questions to seem like a complete and total lunatic?
 Pantomime the place out
Literally go in and pretend to do stuff in your place. Make sure you can brush your teeth properly without banging your elbow against the wall and see if you can open the stove without hitting the fridge. A lot of people will say, “I can’t look in the mirror unless I turn at a 90º angle, but that’s OK.” If you can’t brush your teeth properly the first time, how do you think you’ll feel after your 437th attempt to squeeze your body into
the narrow alcove the deranged designer created to polish your pearly whites?
 Make sure all water is running properly
Try out ALL the faucets for pressure and hot water. Taking a bath in brown water because the building you're thinking of moving into was built when George Washington was a Private in the Army, ain’t going to cut it. While you’re at it, open the windows and the fridge, test the gas stove and anything else. The shower has to be great. Try it all out!
 Scan the place for minor defects
Make sure stuff isn’t broken in the place you’re moving into. Once you sign papers, the landlord basically tells you to F-off. If you didn’t notice that half the windows were broken when you moved in, it’s coming out of your security deposit when you move out, and sometimes they can bang you pretty hard.
 Negotiate a price drop
Ask for cheaper rent. What are they going to do? Send you to Afghanistan? The worse they can do is say is no and sometimes it actually works.
 Change your address immediately
Once you have a new place, change the address immediately at the post office and other places that are crucial to your life. The Post Office can take anywhere from 7-10 days to process your move and some businesses take a certain amount of business days as well. You could miss some valuable mail—like that letter from the lottery that you’ve won or a bounced check notice on your new apartment from the bank.
 Get boxes from liquor store
In Manhattan where I live, there’s a liquor store every ten feet, so it’s a pretty easy to bop in and get boxes. Some people spend hundreds of dollars on boxes and that’s nuts! Go to the liquor store at THE END of the day (5-6PM) and ask for boxes. They’re usually done unpacking any shipments and have lots of cardboard laying around. They’re more than happy to get rid of them because they’re tripping over them and they take
up valuable store space.
 Pack light and heavy together
Want ALL your crap broken into pieces by angry movers at the end of the day? Pack tons of boxes full of books. Make them about 100 pounds each and see what happens. This is a HUGE no-no. I have tons of heavy art books and other pretentious coffee table books, so I’m an expert at this. Pack books with light stuff like sponges, dish towels and things like shoes. They fill up the space and balance out the weight.
 Garbage bags are your friend
Get a few boxes of heavy duty garbage bags. When you move, you’ll throw out a TON of worthless junk you didn’t even know you had. You can also use the bags to move your clothes. Toss in jackets, underwear and stuff you don’t mind getting a bit wrinkled or can easily iron out later. It saves time and money and the movers like them because they’re easy to haul.
 Get quality movers
The difference between movers who charge $100-300 (shit) $400+ (good) is enormous. Hire legitimate licensed movers who won’t break or steal your stuff. Even if you hire a bunch of dudes in a big van, keep them legit by watching them tight and reassuring them you’ll tip well. It makes a difference knowing they’ll be rewarded for humping lots of heavy junk.
 Have the movers come in the morning
Never hire movers to come from Noon on. Most guys try and squeeze three jobs in per day and they ALWAYS run late because they usually get some crazy lady who insists on having them rearranged her bedroom set 15 times before they can leave. By the time they’re onto you in the evening, they’re hours late and exhausted. That means they’ll be careless and break your stuff and generally toss it around like it’s on
fire.
 Have the movers move everything!
Don’t think you’ll do one or two things yourself. “I’ll move the TV, my computer and a few boxes myself because they’re valuable.” Those things are crazy heavy and you may find yourself doing a mini move on your own and it’s a pain in the ass. I know movers can seem shady, but have them move your 98” HD TV and the computer. Your back will thank you later and so will your buddy with the Honda Accord you made
miss an entire Sunday of football to move your stupid crap.
 Have the takeout menus ready
Plan before and have a delivery place in mind to have food delivered to your new apartment. Chinese is a no-brainer because you can eat out of the containers and re-introduce yourself to using chop sticks again…
And there you have it. A blueprint for moving! I’m sure I forgot about 87 different things that could help make your move more smooth, but I did my best on this one. If you can think of a helpful hint, please feel free to add a comment.
 My brother Norman and I decided to go back through the year and choose some of our favorite blog postings and highlight them here for easy clicking—some Choice Cuts, if you will.
We placed a variety of blog posting that both Norman and I liked, and followed that with some fan favorites based on comments, Twitter responses, re-postings and overall enthusiasm for the posting. So please enjoy!Steve's Favorites: Complicated Coffee Orders:http://www.really-funny-emails.com/3/post/2011/05/would-you-like-coffee-with-that.html Discovering a New Condiment: http://www.really-funny-emails.com/3/post/2011/04/wheres-the-new-condiment.html Sports and Competition: http://www.really-funny-emails.com/3/post/2011/10/the-sport-of-competition.html Fan Favorites: NFL Fan Demands: http://www.really-funny-emails.com/3/post/2011/07/nfl-fanbase-collective-watching-agreement.html Re-gifting Christmas Gifts: http://www.really-funny-emails.com/3/post/2011/12/regift-of-the-magi.html Norman's Favorites
 This is NOT a promotion for the Miami Heat The NBA is back, folks! If you’re not a sports fan, it's probable you had no idea there was a labor dispute between the NBA owners and the NBA players. And if you’re really out of the loop, the NBA is short for the National Basketball Association. And if you don’t know what basketball is, then screw you, you’re simply not paying attention.
Anyway, The dispute went on for many months and was about… what else? Money. The players wanted more and the owners wanted to keep more of it. But what it really came down to was this… The Association simply had to restructure their model so that the owners would stop doing stupid things like giving middle-of-the-road players, super-duper star money. That’s it!
One of the glaring problems in the NBA for many years has been the propensity of players to completely dog it after nailing down a lucrative, big dollar deal. Owners were locking these guys into big contracts that lasted, for what seemed like decades, and basically killed the team from making trades, getting other players or locking up their current free agents because one or two guys had the organization hand-cuffed with their guaranteed deals.
When the owners said they needed to change this, the players went ape-shit because they wanted to milk the money-losing system for everything it was worth. Guys who were making $100,000,000 were in grave danger of only pulling in $85,000,000; guys who made $45,000,000 were in danger of making $30,000,000; and guys who made $1,250,000 were in danger of making $1,100,000.
Everyone was quick to blame the players. “These millionaire basketball players are crying about money.” And that’s true. Most of these knuckleheads lose most of it because they have no sense of how to manage it. They figure they need to make as much as possible because they’ll blow most of it on stupid shit like building a 15 million dollar mansion in the middle of a decaying ghetto or giving it to their clingy childhood friends… all 278 of them.
But the real problem in this whole quagmire was the owners. These guys are crying poor when most of them are rich playboys who own a team strictly for fun and to stroke their own egos. NOBODY owns an NBA team for profit. Nobody. No one. Nada. Zilch. Nunca. Not ONE! Professional sports ownership is not a lucrative business and everyone who buys a team knows it. It’s a plaything as much as a sports car or a dumb model who can squeeze into a spandex dress the size of a beer cozy.
The owners were so busy out-dueling each other—trying to land guys worth a few million bucks for 15 or 20 million dollars, not so much to get them, but to not let other teams get them—that they didn’t stop to realize that they shouldn’t.
Suddenly you had albatross contracts of guys worth nothing, who got fat and lazy and bogged down organizations for almost a decade. It was horrible. The system was broken, so it needed to get fixed so the owners could stop shooting themselves in the foot. The players got mad because the cash register was being shut and they went bonkers; claiming everything from unfairness to boldfaced references to slavery. And the players had a point to some degree. Treating people as property, even multi-million dollar people, is dangerous territory to tread, and the owners stomped on and around it pretty good.
But the players never checked themselves and the good times have come to an end… to some degree. Lazy players who played for contracts, got them and then dogged it for the rest of their career, should have been ostracized by their fellow “work mates.” That kind of behavior is straight-up bullshit, and if it happened in your office, you’d be calling for the head of a fellow employee who rode the coattails of your hard work and dedication.
This has now left us with a truncated season that was sped-up through training camp, pre-season and launched in a frenzy this past Christmas day. The details of the new agreement are still a little foggy. I’m sure there’s a billion word PDF document you can download somewhere that gives you the brutal details of what it all means.
In the end, the owners won. And you know what? That’s a good thing for us basketball viewers. Shorter contracts and hard cap spending limits means that owners will be unable to lock-up players (both good and bad) for long periods. That means guys who dog it will play themselves out of the league in a few years and fresh faces and dedicated players will flourish. Turnaround could be frequent—new faces in new places all the time—but ultimately it means a better product on the floor.
But all that crap is behind us now. The season has started and my Knicks have a solid team once again. In fact, it may be one of the most talented teams they’ve put on the hard wood since the brutish Ewing-led 1993-94 team that went to the finals in ’94. Fast paced and high scoring, this Knick team will be dynamic and fun to watch.
And since I INCREDIBLY predicted last season that a Miami Heat and Dallas Mavericks Finals rematch would take place, with the Mavericks winning it all, I figured I’d take a stab at another bold prediction right here in this blog post… I’m going ALL IN on the Oklahoma City Thunder to take the Western Conference and the New York Knicks to take the Eastern Conference, with the Thunder winning it all in 7 games.
See what I did there? I made my Knicks lose to make me seem more legit. But I actually believe it. This is the year that Kevin Durant takes the league by the throat and shows he’s the best player in the NBA by leaps and bounds. The Thunder have the talent, the size and the right balance of youth and experience.
So sit back and enjoy the ride. The season is going to go by like it’s on fire. The NBA has to squeeze eight months of basketball into a six-month period—If you don’t pay attention, your team could be in danger of missing the playoffs before you sit down with your light beer to watch a game. Plant yourself on the couch and watch some roundball—It’s a sprint to the finish.
 The December holidays can be the most wonderful time of the year. Good food, good friends and tons of powerful drinks with heavy creams and warm spiced wines. The holidays can also be a source of sadness for some, but there’s always a glimmer of hope for the unemployed, the sick and the downtrodden even at this time of year.
They say that it’s better to give than to receive, and that’s true. But our giving muscles should be working at full-strength during the whole year and not just in the middle chunk of December. Sliding a few bucks out of your wallet to help the less fortunate seems like a stunning act of kindness, but it’s more a selfish act to warm the cockles of your own heart rather than helping others. Try giving in May after you’ve gotten your tax return instead of getting that obnoxious 84” HD plasma television you’ve been eyeballing.
As a child, I was spoiled rotten by my grandparents and all my parents’ siblings at Christmas time. I received an absurd amount of gifts. You would of thought I’d grown up to be a spoiled adult who expected everything to be given to me, but now that I’m older I could care less about receiving holiday gifts. In fact I don’t want anything at all. There’s nothing that I want or really need and if I do need it, I can buy it on my own. I’ve actually become more of a minimalist and enjoy the freedom (both mentally and physically) of owning very little. I feel comforted to know that at any temperamental moment, I can throw it all by the wayside and go backpacking around the planet a few dozen times… if the desire should arise.
One of the great horrors of the holidays is receiving a gift that you don’t want or like. Not only do you have to strain your acting chops pretending to like it, you get depressed later on because you realize someone actually paid hard-earned money on something that you’ll toss in your closet and not see again until you do a Spring cleaning or move. I’m all in on the capitalist ideals of the USA, but wasting money on dopey items is heartbreaking no matter how you slice it.
I’m not talking about so-called “bad” gifts like socks or even sweaters with doe-eyed kittens on them. Those tend to be useful once you reach a certain age. I’m talking about mind-benders like grandfather clocks made of cheese or a 24-pound turquoise felt sun hat that Goldie Hawn sported in a magazine back in 1981. Even something as thoughtful as a man’s wallet can be wince-inducing if it’s red leather with giant white stitching.
This is probably why the gift certificate is so popular these days. People have started to realize that taste is a personal thing and pink jumpsuits should be left to certain sections of our population, and not staring up from the lap of your nephew on Christmas morning... Unless he asked for a pink jumpsuit, which is something else entirely.
The absolute worst gifts to receive are those that are regifted. The dreadful holiday regift is doubly horrifying because it’s blatantly obvious that the gift was simply shifted from one party to the next. It can be embarrassing to receive because you were either forgotten about in the first place or simply given something that no one wanted. It’s possible that the regift you receive has been regifted four or five time. If little Johnny is getting a box of chocolate covered prunes, you know something has gone terribly wrong down the chain. It sometimes gets to the point where people can’t remember what’s in the wrapping anymore and handing off a regift could be a game of Russian Roulette. “Oh look, you gave our six year-old a set of fireplace matches, something she’s always wanted.”
One year when I was about 18, one of my parents’ friends gifted me a box of pumpkin candy. I took it with a smile as I’m not one to turn down a free gift—I came to their house with nothing and left with something. But what was so ham-handed about this gift was that it was in Thanksgiving-like packaging. Not only was this gift regifted, it was regifted from a different holiday. Halloween candy would have been preferential to Thanksgiving pumpkin candy. I like pumpkin, but from October 1st through the end of November, everything that’s made into food is made with pumpkin and I feel candy is one thing that should be exempt.
To add insult to injury, the pumpkin candy box looked as though it’d been stomped by a pack of wild boars. The cellophane wrapping was tearing in multiple spots and each box corner was at certain levels of crushed. At that point the thing should have been tossed into the garbage. Basically I was the garbage man in this one-sided gift exchange. “We were going to toss this in the trash, but we gave it to you instead.” Hey, you know the saying… I was once disappointed that I had no hat, until I met a man with no head. Take what you get and make the best of it.
But sometimes no gift is just as good, and sometimes better, than a poorly decided regift. My friend Chris once got a wooden cane as a gift. He was a healthy and vigorous fifteen year-old, but his uncle thought a beat-up wooden cane would have been something he would appreciate. Two days later, Chris whittled the thing into a lethal weapon that was used to stab a punching bag till it bled sand, so perhaps his uncle was correct. But it’s best to err on the side of caution. When someone walks into your house, hand them a cookie or a stiff cocktail. They’ll forget about gift exchanging in no time.
 My brother posted some really boring blog post about Jazz albums, so I figured I’d counteract that snoozefest with something you people REALLY want. Something you can actually use in your daily lives. That’s right, a list of the most Underrated Snack Foods! Tell me that’s not better than a list of some old Jazz dudes who’ve been dead for like 100 years. Huh?
Anyway, to compile this list I had to do some serious snacking. Research is at the heart of this project and I made sure I got down to the nitty gritty. It took hours and hours of gorging, crunching and munching, but when all was said and done, I got the facts right. The results: The best underrated snack list your gastro-intestinal system could possibly ask for.
What makes this list so special is that it’s a list of snacks that aren’t always reached for when dashing through the aisles of your local grocery store. Some are hard to find and some require extra footwork to get them to your face. But the payoff is worth it. So the next time your craving a little nibbley-something before dinner, try one of these alternatives to the common snack.
 COMBOS
I haven’t seen a commercial for Combos in like 20 years or so. But when they were on TV, their tagline was “Combos really cheeses your hunger away.” See what they did there? Replaced chases with cheeses. Yea, I know—worst copywriter ever. But that’s not what has made Combos fly under the radar for so many years… Honestly, I don’t know why it flies under the radar. It’s a great snack! Real cheese stuffed inside a pretzel nugget. Perfect size and a really great taste. In a perfect world, the pizza Combos would be the number one snack food in America. Maybe it’s the pretzel thing, as not everyone likes pretzels. But Combos are a great snack and they really do cheese your hunger away. Hmm, maybe that’s actually a great tagline! Guy’s a freakin’ genius!
 PORK RINDS
Bacon flavored snack crisps. Did you hear what I just said? A snack crisp that tastes like bacon. Hello? Nobel Prize anyone? Why isn’t everyone and their sister eating pork rinds? Why aren’t you eating them right now? Basically because their fried puffed pork skin. Ohhh. Uhhhh… OK, well, I realize that’s not super appealing and many won’t eat them for religious reasons, but shit, if they aren’t super bacony! Once in a while you should get your trailer trash on and snag a bag at the market. They go great with an afternoon bowling tournament and ice-cold beer or five. They’re also pretty popular in many countries like Brazil and Argentina, so if you eat them, you’ll be continental as well.
 ANDY CAPPS HOT FRIES (CHEDDAR TOO)
What other snack food is based on a comic strip about a British drunk who neglects his family in lieu of getting bombed at the local pub? None other than Andy Capp’s Hot Fries! They’ve cornered the market on British-louses themed snack foods. What’s great about Andy Capp’s Hot Fries, and the Cheddar Fries as well, is they’re actually a hearty snack food. I’m not going as far as to say they’re like real fries, but they’re not some chinsey air-puffed snack like so many other snacks can be. And even better is they’re baked, so they actually have a nice non-greasy taste. These suckers have been around since the 70s, yet not many folk even know they exist. Grab some of Andy Capp’s Hot and Cheddar fries! It’s better than drinking all night with your pub buddies… barely.
 BEEF JERKY
The old stand by. The staple of every cowboy in the land from Australia to Texas. But it’s not just for cowpokes! Beef jerky is a snack that everyone can enjoy. Except vegetarians. They apparently don’t like eating meat, which is equivalent to not liking the sun, or Christmas or something. But if you’re a carnivore like me, there’s nothing like some good old-fashioned beef jerky. After extensive research in this department, I’ve found a few brands that I really like… Mingua Brothers—a fine cut of jerky from Kentucky. Umpqua Native American Jerky—Hand trimmed jerky from the Cow Creek Band of the Umpqua Tribe of Indians in Canyonville Oregon. Uncle Mike’s—A soft and super tasty jerky from Ohio. Vermont Beef Jerky—one of the best in the country from the fine people of Vermont. Use this information wisely my snack loving friends. Beef Jerky can be seriously addictive and make you a connoisseur of these meaty treats.
 FUNYANS
There are imposters out there! Don’t be fooled by snack foods calling themselves Onion Flavored Rings. No, that just simply won’t do. Stick to the one and only Funyuns. These guys give you a serious blast of tangy onion taste in a solid ring of crunchy joy. They’re totally awesome! But much like its unrelated partner in the cereal universe, too many at once can tear up the roof of your mouth like Cap’n Crunch. If you’re not careful, it can feel like a bunch of New Zealanders had a championship rugby match on your palate. Still, this is no reason to pass them over. They’re just about as reliable of a snack as the sun rising in the East.
 PRETZ
Speaking of the East, it’s the perfect time to talk about Pretz! These skinny little pretzel treats from the fine people of Japan are as compact, efficient and as tasty as the wonderful folks who make them. How these haven’t caught on more in the USA is a mystery to me. They’re the ultimate bag lunch treat! Each box comes with a bunch of shiny foil packs that are easy to toss in a lunch box. My personal favorite flavor is Pretz Salad, but they’re all super tasty and they come in an astonishing amount of flavors—something like 80 different varieties. Fun to eat and mondo delicious! Get to your nearest Asian market now and buy a few boxes! Also check out Pretz’s sister snack, Pocky—skinny cake sticks dipped in chocolate.
 SMOKED ALMONDS
I’m usually reluctant to toss a nut into the snack competition ring, but almonds stand out from their nutty brothers. Actually, I think almonds are seeds, but I’m not here to educate you on nuts, seeds, legumes, or any other kind of tree embryos. I’m educating you on stomach stuffers and almonds are a satisfying addition to the list. But you have to go with the smoked almonds. Popping plain raw almonds is kind of like eating tree bark—after about three, you’re chugging water and reaching for the Funyuns. But smoked almonds, with a nice coating of savory, smoky salt is just what the taste buds need. Also almonds are filling and good for you—so they say. I’m not freakin’ Doctor Oz here, so eat what ever the heck you want.
 JAX CHEESE CURLS
If you ever go to a big supermarket, there’s about 47 different kinds of cheese puffs on the shelf. It’s impossible to differentiate which ones are better than the others because they all have that neon orangey glow. You either like the puffy ones or the crunchy ones; then you look in the little bag window to see which ones seem to be the most appealing and toss them in your cart. But there’s most definitely a difference. Jax Cheese Curls are the best, most flavorful cheese puffs by a long shot. They have a nice soft crunch and a fantastic real cheese taste. In reality, if you took a bag of any cheese puff on the market and crushed them into dust, it’d probably take up about one square inch of space. Jax Curls might take up about two square inches of space, which in the world of cheese puff real estate is the equivalent of owning a mansion in Manhattan.
 QUAKER CHEWY CHOCOLATE CHIP
GRANOLA BARS
Here’s a challenge for you. Eat one of these bad boys and try not to think about eating the entire box in one shot. I guarantee you’ll consider tearing through it like a California wildfire—they’re that good. Chewy granola bars are pretty dang tasty on their own, but they snuck chocolate chips into these suckers and kicked-up the appealing ratio a notch or two. It totally satisfies a chocolate craving AND it puts your health monitor at ease because it’s granola. I realize that these are not the healthiest granola bars on the planet, but hey… It’s better than eating pork rinds, right? Most people will be shocked that this is the only chocolate offering on the snack menu here—but I reserve chocolate as more of a sweet treat, then a stomach filling snack.
 WALKERS CRISPS
Walkers is basically the UK Lays potato chip. Personally I think Lays are horribly boring, but what sets Walkers apart from Lays is their bold practice of trying unusual and tantalizing flavor combinations. That’s right, I said tantalizing! Over the years Walkers has released tons of crazy crisp flavors like Baked Bean, Roast Turkey with Paxo Sage & Onion Stuffing, Jamaican Jerk Chicken and Lamb & Mint Sauce! Sometimes they even release special flavors for a short period or for special events. During the 2010 World Cup, Walkers briefly introduced the flavors American Cheeseburger, English Roast Beef & Yorkshire Pudding, Italian Spaghetti Bolognese and even Scottish Haggis! This is progressive snacking right here folks! They’re not thinking outside the box, they’re thinking outside the kitchen! And we benefit from these expeditions in flavor. Walkers everyday flavors that you find on the shelf are more adventurous than anything we have here in the United States. Steak & Onion, Smoky Bacon, Roast Chicken, Prawn Cocktail and Pickled Onion are staples of crisp-chomping fun. You can find them here if you search around and you can usually find them in an Irish pub if you ask. Take a Walk-er on the wild side and chomp on these tasty crisps. OK, that was a pretty corny pun. Just eat them!
SPECIAL MENTIONS:
Wasabee Peas – In a size to satisfaction ratio, these may be number one. The only reason these don’t make the big list is because they’re not filling enough. They’re more like appetizers for snacks than actual snacks. Otherwise, a homerun every time!
Girl Scout Cookies/Samoas – Most people can hammer down a sleeve of Thin Mints without thinking twice, but I believe mint should be reserved for mouthwash and not snacks. I love the coconut chocolate caramel combo of these.
Chex Mix – The only reason these didn’t make it to the main list is they put too many of those dry unsalted pretzel rings in the bag.
Tato Skins – These little suckers are supposed to be like the potato skins you get in a pub. Tasty, although they can be a little salty.
Monster Munch – Another great UK snack treat with flavors like Roast Beef.
Bugles – These cones are seriously addictive. Bit too salty though.
BBQ Fritos – These deliver an incredibly hearty BBQ flavor that goes great with corn chips, but too many can make you ill.
Veggie Bootie – These vegetarian and gluten friendly snacks can be as addictive as normal cheese puff snacks.
Overrated snacks:
Lays Potato Chips – As stated before… Booooooorrriiing!
Cheese & Peanut Butter Crackers – Stale cheese crackers with dry peanut butter sandwiched between them? No thanks.
Pretzel Crisps – The best part of the pretzel is the salty outside, yet these totally suck for some reason.
Pop Corn – Let’s not kid ourselves, the star of this snack is gobs of butter and salt.
Oreos – Flavor wise, it’s hard to even tell the difference between the black and white part, they’re so sweet and sugary.
Cracker Jacks – It’s popcorn. ‘Nuff said.
Twinkies – These always seem like an awesome idea until you eat one.
Snickers – Any candy bar that touts peanuts as the main ingredient gets a thumbs down in my world.
Cool Ranch Doritos – When I asked a buddy of mine if the original nacho cheese Doritos were his favorite flavor, he said “is there any other kind?” Touché amigo.
Let me know what you think I should add to the list and what should be removed or moved. I'm open to your snacking suggestions!
 I recently found myself riveted to a competition event on television that blinded me to everything to was happening around me. My girlfriend screamed at me, the steak I was microwaving burst into flames and the beer I was icing up in the freezer, froze hard as a rock because I could not tear myself away from this event.
What was this event that happened in early October that had me glued to the tube, you ask? Was it the World Series, or was it a vicious battle between The New York Jets and The New England Patriots or something? The answer is no to both those questions. It was a moustache and beard growing competition.
Now, before you jump all over me, hear me out for a bit. We live in a world where competition is the daily norm for just about everything—which supermarket line is moving faster? Which workmate is stealing my ideas? And can I run across the street before the red hand/walking symbol on the cross walk sign stops blinking?
We live our lives in constant competition and we don’t even know it. We watch sports like football and basketball because it’s our inherent nature to make war, and sports quenches those desires by satiating our bloodlust vicariously. Sports prevent us from killing each other when someone else cuts in front of us in line at the supermarket. We get out that every day rage by watching other men knock the living shit out of one another on the football field; or watching women swim, jump and pole vault to levels we can only dream about. It’s how we get out our frustrations with life.
So what does this have to do with a beard and moustache growing competition? Because as competitive humans, we enjoy competition on many different levels. Some involve more of our time and effort to follow and some involve little involvement, if any, at all. If you’ve ever played the board game trivial pursuit, they have a category called Sports & Leisure. Sports being football, baseball and hockey, and Leisure being pool, darts and cards—among many others. There’s the big time sports and the smaller competitive sports that many of us relate to because we actually play them.
Many of these so called, “Leisure Sports” don’t always translate to television viewing. Watching billiards, bowling, poker and for many, golf, is akin to watching paint dry. They can be painfully boring. Why they’re televised at all is a mystery to many, but with 24 hours in a day and 1,954 channels to choose from, it doesn’t seem so difficult to understand why everything under the sun is on the TV. Anything and everything that can be made into a competition, is made into a competition.
I guess what it all boils down to is, what the word “Sport” actually means. Competition can be made from just about anything. As a kid, did you ever play a game where you tried to knock something back and forth to your friend without it hitting the ground? How many times have you been to a birthday party, where someone inevitably starts tapping a balloon back and forth to you? Eventually someone says, “don’t let it hit the floor” and viola! You suddenly have a sport happening; with rules and group involvement and a certain amount of whimsical joy in the proceedings.
One thing that makes sports so enjoyable to many, if they be leisure or hardcore sports, is our ability to know that there will be a champion in the end—a final level that will culminate in a trophy, with celebrating and confetti. If you flip on ESPN 2 and see a bunch of guys playing cards, you have no emotional investment in who wins or loses. But if you watch American Idol from day one until the final day, the payoff can be an incredibly emotional payoff to see who takes the trophy in the end. If you watch the last five minutes of a movie, you know how it ends, but you probably won’t like it. But you watch it develop from the first frame, you could be cheering from your seat when the credits roll.
So when we get emotionally involved in what the competition is, it can be incredibly rewarding. American Idol can be considered a sport just as much as anything else. It’s a battle of voices instead of a battle with a ball. But a lot of things don’t always translate to TV or to following in the first place. I don’t think anyone would want to watch the National Checkers Championship League, or who the United Dominoes Competition Finalists are. These activities just don’t capture the attention of the common people. Football does. It’s fast, hard hitting and has excitement. Chess, not so much.
So watching the beard and moustache competition seems like it’d be boring, but it was really quite interesting. Mostly because it wasn’t so much a straight up battle, as much as it was a documentary style breakdown of how each person grew their facial hair, where they were from and other personally relevant information. It got me emotionally involved. And that’s how it is with all sports. I get emotionally involved with my teams and the players. Who got arrested, or married, or hurt, or wrote a book or who was on TV the other day and said something nasty about another team. This shit is like The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, but with a ball, pads and helmets.
Maybe checkers would be fascinating if we got involved in the competition from day one. I don’t know. If you ever saw the documentary The King Of Kong, about playing The video game Donkey Kong competitively, you’d see that getting involved emotionally can really draw you into something that would otherwise seem incredibly dull. I thought the documentary was great, but I know others who thought it was tedious and corny.
Some of the finest athletes in the world compete in the Olympics, yet a lot of sports fans don’t like watching the Olympics because they’re boring. And these are people who watch all kinds of sports—football, soccer and baseball. The people who watch the Olympics are people who normally don’t watch sports at all. They’re the folks who watch reality shows or sitcoms. They love the spirit of worldly competition and the excitement of who will be triumphant in the end.
So the word “sports” may not only have multiple levels of competition, like Hardcore or Leisure, but multiple levels of meaning. Maybe watching the Green Bay Packers battle it out with the Chicago Bears is just as exhilarating and brutal as watching two women on the Food Network bake a dessert for a $10,000 prize. The sport of football and cooking have many similarities. A lot of blood, sweat and tears are left on the floor, emotions run high and everyone is exhausted. But most importantly, there’s a winner and loser, and that’s just how we like it.
 I know many of you have asked yourselves this very same question at some point in your life. Some of you probably three or four times a day. Will there ever be another Ron Jeremy? It’s a head-scratcher. A question scientists, stock market trend watchers and world leaders have been trying to answer for decades now.
Ok, maybe not. But some of us in the popular culture universe are interested in knowing the answer. Ok, maybe a few people are interested in the answer. Ok, maybe a handful of people are curious. Two or three are slightly intrigued. Ok, fine! I’m the only one! Sue me.
Some of you are probably wondering who the hell Ron Jeremy is. Ron Jeremy, AKA ‘The Hedgehog’ is one of the most recognizable and revered porn stars in the world. His career has spanned nearly four decades and is easily the ugliest and least sexy sex symbol, not only in porn, but probably in the world. He looks like the love child of Saddam Hussein and Chef Boyardee. See the picture to the right here —>
Back in the late 70s and early 80s, not a lot of people got into the porn business. It was one of the most frowned upon professions in the world; where your audience had to sneak into dirty, cum-stained theaters to watch the product. The movies were shot on cheap film and the actors hadn’t discovered things like razors, gyms or tanning booths.
When the industry shifted to the home video and cable TV market, porn started to become more acceptable and was even became recognized as something of an actual legitimate industry where awards were given and fan clubs were created.
Back in the day, a lot of attention and fame leaned in favor of the men. John Holmes and Ron Jeremy emerged from the pack and gained unprecedented notoriety and fame. Both men donned horrible, unkempt, gaucho-like moustaches and had bodies that made your grandfather more sexually appealing. Yet both came equipped with penises that seemed to grow longer with each push into their pasty young vixen cast mates.
John Holmes life became a horror show when he was embroiled in a drugs-fueled murder case and eventually died of AIDS. Yet Ron Jeremy persevered through the muck and became a star. Not only because of his particularly protracted package, but because of his strange humor, goofy looks and charm.
Give Ron the Hedgehog a Google and you’ll see a man quite unlike the men of porn today. Ron is a short, fat Jew with dark tan skin, a rotund belly and hair like a poodle. Yet for all his shortcomings in the looks department, his image seems more endurable than the chiseled, gym-honed models of today’s porn universe.
There’s no doubt that people like to watch porn. We all do. And don’t pretend you don’t you f-ing liar! We all do, even if it’s just once in a while. Sometimes we sneak a look on-line to quench our curiosities. And when we do have a look, we like to watch good-looking, well-tanned people with tight bodies who we’d like to fuck ourselves—not short, chubby guys with hairy bitch tits who resemble that substitute teachers you had in 7th grade that seemed perpetually on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
So how did we get here? How did Ron Jeremy come to be? Well, in reality, Ron was a pioneer. He was really the first person to successfully transition porn into a business model of self promotion. Tracy Lords and other starlets had done so on the tails of bad press, but Ron managed to have a legitimate career, where he stayed put and made a living working in and around the porn industry. Jenna Jameson did it super successfully for a while, but burned out her star power when she basically went cuckoo cuckoo—getting bad plastic surgery and tattooing herself up and down. The Hedgehog has persevered through the ups and downs and remains triumphant.
Unfortunately, porn is not a world where longevity is met with praise. It’s an industry where they chew you up and spit you out. There’s always someone younger and hotter waiting in the wings to take your place and they’re usually able to take more things into more orifices than you. One year in porn is like five in the real world and if you’re pushing 40, you might as well be pushing 100.
Yet Ron has preserved. Probably because he’s a man and men tend to have more longevity in the biz than women—especially in front of the camera. But Ron also had something that a lot of young men in porn probably don’t realize they needed until they’re in front of the camera. The ability to always be ready. Old dependable. A man who’s never shy, always ready to go and does the job right. Can’t say that about a lot of people no matter what industry you’re in.
Ron has endured behind the camera as well. He’s become a pop culture icon. He’s popped up in movies, TV shows, music videos and has consulted on multiple film projects over the years. He does promotions and MCs events all over the world. He’s even had a full-length documentary made about him. He funded the whole thing, but still. How many people have documentaries about them? Not many. He’s known and beloved in the industry and is considered a legend. And if you’re a legend, even in the world of porn, you’re still a legend. There aren’t many legends walking around these days.
So, will we ever have another Ron Jeremy? The short answer is no. The world is not built for this type of person anymore. In a land where we get our pop stars through television competitions, and reality TV is more popular than scripted entertainment, we’ll never have another Ron Jeremy. Ron is one of a kind. They broke the mold when they made The Hedgehog. But they didn’t break the mold when they made a mold of his penis. You can buy a replica Ron Jeremy rubber penis at a sex store near you.
 There are many advantages and disadvantages to living and working in New York City. The disadvantages are the random blasts of urine stench that knock you off your feet, the packed rush hour subways & sidewalks and of course, garbage.
One of the great many advantages to living and working in New York besides the fantastic food and the endless things to do, is the people. New York is filled with fantastic, interesting people—give or take a few thousand. But for every knucklehead, there’s 300 awesome people to make up for that knucklehead.
There’s always been a misconception that New Yorkers are rude, and yes, there are a good amount of rude people, but there are rude people everywhere and if you were to crunch the numbers, New York probably has fewer ruder people per capita than anywhere else in the world. I mean, C’mon! If you come to a city with 7 million + people, you’re bound to run into a few rude people.
But if you’re a tourist and you get lost and ask for directions, forget it, you’ll have 15 people helping you before you know it. I’ve seen groups of people helping out tourists, all of them pointing and gesturing in the most spastic of manners to get their point across. And that’s the beauty of New York. People WANT to help you. Not only that, they want you to enjoy New York.
Because New Yorkers live and work in such close proximity to one another, it’s impossible not to listen to, or overhear other people’s conversations. 99% of the time, you don’t really want to hear them, and 99.999% we simply tune other people out, so you don’t hear them anyway. It’s the only way to survive in the big town.
One thing that is universal, whether you’re from NYC or Istambul, is that NO ONE wants to listen to your cell phone conversation. In the airport, on the bus or on the street, no one wants to hear a one-sided conversation. Most of the time people are screaming into their phones because when someone gets on their cell phone, they instantly get into asshole mode. It’s just a fact! I do, you do and even the 75 year-old grandmother walking her poodle does. It’s a scientific fact. They have brain scans and everything.
But recently I started becoming interested in one-sided conversations and conversation snippets. Why? Hell if I know! But I started writing down the little snippets of conversation that I heard while people were passing me by on their cells or talking to other people. Most of the time I have no idea what they’re talking about, but I found it funny trying to imagine what the conversation could have been about.
This is a culmination of some of the random snippets that I’ve caught and jotted down. So please enjoy these snippets for your reading (and imagining) pleasure.
And yes, these are real New York street snippets…
White Woman, 27, short and bundled up in a coat, on her cell – “I guess he doesn’t like it on Sundays.”
White Man, 50, a bit disheveled, leaning on scaffolding, talking to another guy – “They made this guy out to be a Russian spy.”
Black Man, 35, walking swiftly in a sharp-looking suit, on his cell - “From now on, you get up and make the eggs, two eggs with the turkey sausage… it’s sausage made with turkey instead of, I don’t know… pork!”
Hispanic Man, 27, with wife entering subway and their baby in a carriage, to her – “I don’t care what you say, it’s how you say it. Make me BELIEVE.”
White Man, 41, in light blue shark skin 60's Sinatra suit with matching short brimmed hat and black ray bans. Crying as he crumples in a heap and sits on a marble wall, on his cell –"doesn’t anyone have a soul anymore? I don't understand..."
White Man, 45, Chubby bearded homeless man in the street, possibly mentally disturbed, to a buxom woman on the sidewalk –“I heard that breast milk has hormones in it, is that true?”
Black Kid, 19, white baseball cap, standing under a scaffold talking to another black kid, both smoking cigarettes –“Yo man, I think I gotta problem. I think I’ma sex addict.”
White Man, 40 to a White Woman, 36 at a sidewalk café –“You ARE confused. You’re married to a man but in love with women. Hmmm.”
Hope you enjoyed this first round and I’ll return in the future with more Snippets!
 Now that the NFL has lifted the lockout and signed a new Collective Bargaining Agreement, it’s time we fans had a voice and made some demands of our own. As the self-appointed representative of the NFL fanbase, I have made a list of grievances of my own that need addressing by the NFL owners and the NFLPA. These demands are whole-heartedly backed by the majority fanbase and desperately need to be met before we watch any football…
SECTION A: COMMERCIALS
1. WE WANT LESS COMMERCIALS
One thing we can all agree on universally from the east coast to the left coast (and maybe even England & Mexico) is that we are inundated with WAY too many commercials. It’s mind numbing! 20 commercials before kick-off, then a 12 second kickoff followed by five more minutes of commercials is enough to drive anyone insane. Enough already! No more commercial breaks between kick-off and start of play. And we don’t need to jam a commercial in for every time-out called—especially at the end of the game when they call a lot of them. We also need to eliminate the TV timeout as well. Referees calling commercial breaks is a crime against sports humanity!
I’ve actually watched NFL football in the U.K. and it’s really pleasant. They don’t show commercials every five seconds and when there is a break, they fill in the time with expert studio commentary. So refreshing. While we’re being bombarded with ads here in the states, the U.K. is getting game analysis from former players and coaches in calm, clear voices and it really makes the game more exciting. Maybe we can pull a few commercials and have this instead. Wait, you need every penny of revenue? Sorry. My mistake.
2. LESS PEYTON MANNING COMMERCIALS
Listen, the guy is funny. He’s got the comic timing of a professional comedian and a down south, good-ole-boy attitude, and he tends to play against type, which makes it even funnier. And anyone who has full control over his mental and physical comic timing abilities tends to have a strong grasp of tangible qualities on the gridiron. Being able to anticipate what your fellow comic needs to make a joke kill is pretty close to anticipating where and when your receiver needs the ball. I’m a big fan, but even Colts fans are sick of seeing this guy on TV. Let’s put a lease on him.
3. REDUCE THE VOLUME OF COMMERCIALS
This is becoming not only a problem with NFL games, but in the television universe all together. But maybe the NFL can jump in and buck the trend. The commercials are 387 times louder than the game itself and it’s obnoxious. Not only that, every commercial is a beer, truck or some kind of athletic related commercial with wailing guitars, people yelling at one another and guys smashing into each other with extreme intensity. Is Michael Bay making these advertisements? Are they using THX Surround Sound? It seems like it. Whenever I watch a game in a bar, the bartender ALWAYS turns the commercial audio off and plays music. This may be a sign for things to change.
SECTION B: TV SCREEN GRAPHICS
1. NO MORE FOX DANCING ROBOT.
This one is a given, right? Isn’t it time to kill the universally despised FOX robot? I’m talking about Troy Aikman… Kidding! Love Troy. I’m talking about the CGI graphic robot that dances, runs, jumps, points and plays guitar while annoying the crap out of everyone in America. Not since Gilbert Gottfried’s voice has something so inconsequential been so reviled. The fact that it changes outfits according to the holiday is even more annoying. A dancing, jumping robot in a Santa hat is enough to boycott a channel for life, in my opinion.
2. NO MORE ANIMATED HEADS WHILE SHOWING PLAYER STATS
This irks me to no end. There’s nothing more disturbing than having someone like Reggie Bush’s giant face blinking at me for a minute and a half while his athletic stats are displayed next to him. What’s it like filming these guys? “Ok Reggie, can you stand there and stare blankly for three minutes while we film it? Try not to laugh, or smile, or look too tough. Just be… plain.” Once in a while they have the players toss a ball back in forth in their hands so they don’t seem completely uncomfortable, but it’s still painful to watch. Just show a still graphic of the player and give me some quick facts.
3. NO MORE PLAYERS ANNOUNCING THEIR ALMA MATERS
This one is not universal, but there’s a good chunk of fans that feel the way I do about this. This relates to the talking head issue above (Sec. B #2) and has perplexed me since I was a kid. And although I’m a college graduate from Syracuse University and I’m proud of it, I don’t give a flying prairie patty what school the players went to—not even when they’re (gasp) an SU guy. You’re in the NFL now. What difference does it make what school you went to? They do this in basketball too and it drives me nuts there as well. They don’t do it for baseball because no one cares. It’s regression. We’re big boys now. Let’s move on and not live in the past. Especially you guys who went to THE Ohio State University.
SECTION C: ON FIELD PRODUCT
1. ELIMINATE THE THURSDAY NIGHT GAME
I LOVE football more than just about anything, but what makes it so great and distinctive than the other American sports is that it’s limited to Sunday and Monday night. It feels special in that way and only getting a weekly taste makes you crave it so much more by the week’s end. People make football a weekend ritual and with the Thursday night game, that religion-like pattern gets watered down. I don’t have NFL network (as well as about 5 billion other people) and most of the time I can’t get to a bar to watch the game because, you know, I have a life and a family and shit to do and can’t go out till midnight (EST) to watch a damn game. ELIMINATE it!
2. STOP THE VINTAGE UNIFORMS
I understand that Jersey sales and sports gear are a huge part of the NFL profit margin, but can you name one team, I mean one single team, whose vintage unis are worth looking at, let alone buying in the store. NO! Why are they torturing us with these uniforms? They’re ridiculous! I mean, c’mon! Did you see the Broncos brown and yellow striped gear last season? Pathetic! And the Jets “Titans of New York” blues? Just awful. They look like an underfunded college team. And what’s the deal with the new Steelers yellow helmets while we’re on the subject. They’re heinous! Stop it already!!!
3. FIGURE OUT THE OT RULES
This one has been hotly debated for many years, and over the last four or five, have heated up to a rolling boil. Should both teams touch the ball, should they have sudden death? I don’t know. The NFL needs to figure out a good Over Time system that makes complete and total sense and then hammer it in concrete and never change it. Personally, I think once both teams touch the ball on offense, it’s sudden death. Seems like an easy fix. But what do I know? I’ve only been watching this game religiously for 33 years.
4. FORGET THE 18 GAME REGULAR SEASON SCHEDULE
I don’t get this. Yes, owners and players want more money, but NONE of the players want to grind out two more hard-hitting games, and the fans in general don’t want a watered down product. Keep the current 16 game schedule intact. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!!!
SECTION D: OFF FIELD CONDUCT
1. PLAYERS GOING BROKE
Listen, I realize we’re giving millions of dollars to kids and they’re not always from the best upbringing or have the best mentalities, but it’s time to get things in order. The NFL should make it mandatory for players to invest money in stock and 401Ks, which can’t be touched until the players are of a certain age. That way when they’ve blown every dollar on Las Vegas hookers or their 15 Bentley are rusting out and worth 2 cents on the dollar, they have something to fall back on. These guys play a violent sport and some of them are nuts, so arrests and jail time are part of the landscape. But going broke by age 35 after having absurd amounts of dollars in your pocket is a crime. Someone teach these guys how to invest!
2. OWNERS CRYING POOR
Listen billionaires. We understand you didn’t get this rich by being stupid with your money, but if you’re staking your financial investments in an NFL football team, you’re in the wrong business. I realize it’s profitable, but no one buys an NFL team with hopes of making a gajillion dollars. It’s a hobby. THAT’S IT! Make sure that whatever you did to be disgustingly rich is what’s keeping the money rolling in and enjoy your team for what it is. Something fun to do. Shut the hell up about your money!
The NFL and the NFLPA need to cooperate with each other and with the television stations and make these changes happen or there will be some serious… wait, who the hell am I kidding here? Of course we’re going to watch. And none of these changes are going to be made. In fact, if anything, these issues are going to get worse. They’re going to jam MORE commercials in if they can. They’re going to introduce more shitty uniforms and they’re going to make watching the game we love more frustrating for the common man.
But hey, football is back, baby! Thanks for getting your shit together, NFL and making it work!
All the best,
Steve Frillman, NFLFBR
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