Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

Friday, January 31, 2020

The WWE Is Ruining... Nikki Cross

Nikki Cross has gotten her first big push on the WWE main roster teaming up with Alexa Bliss, and finally, everyone has stopped constantly expecting Bliss to turn her back on Cross. But that’s definitely going to happen, and I think it should as it has the potential to launch both of them into singles stars.

I don’t think it needs to be rushed, but I do think they have shown enough patience that it can have the desired impact. Alexa Bliss has to turn on Nikki to create a one-on-one match. Nikki is in a position to finish and possibly injure Bliss, but Bliss begs her off and insists that they are friends. Nikki falls for it, and gets annihilated by Bliss, sending her forward and Nikki then goes spiraling. Maybe you let her disappear for a few weeks, but when she comes back, have her come back with an absolute crazed vengeance. I don’t want her attacking Bliss right away, but maybe you have her attack Nia Jax with such fury that Jax has to go running.

Then you have a crazy Nikki Cross stalking down Alexa Bliss and being impervious to pain. Obviously, you have to prolong the chase, but the key to Nikki Cross being a main event talent is letting her get back to her crazy roots in NXT. If she does that, she’s definitely worthy of being a champion.

Other Wrestlers WWE Is Ruining
Aiden English
AJ Styles

Thursday, January 12, 2017

I Need a Wrestle Buddy

Living down in Florida, especially in the Tampa area, I am near an abundance of wrestling. Just last week, there was Monday Night Raw in Tampa, an NXT show in Largo on Friday, a crummy independent show at a church in Largo on Saturday, with a pretty stacked independent card on Saturday and Sunday nights in Tampa. Also, there is a women's show this Friday in Tampa. That's a lot of wrestling, and I would have been interested in going to all of it.

Unfortunately, I was only able to make it to the NXT show, because my wife really likes going to those. She's learned to like wrestling, but she's not a total nerd like me. So when she has a friend in town, like she did this past weekend, she actually wants to hang out with them instead of going to independent wrestling shows.

This is why I need a wrestling buddy. It's just not that much fun to experience a wrestling event by yourself. You need someone to share those special moments with. Now, I still love my wife, so this would be a strictly platonic pro wrestling relationship, but it would really help improve things for me, as I wouldn't have to constantly get turned down when I ask my wife to go to five wrestling events in a week.

I mean, they have Tinder and Grindr, couldn't they come up with an app for me to meet cool wrestling fans? I don't feel like that's too much to ask.

Long story short, I'm too socially awkward to make new friends who like pro wrestling, so I need one of my old friends to move down here and watch wrestling with me. Until then, I guess I'll just dress up my dog in a trenchcoat and sunglasses. She likes the independents a lot more anyway, since they lack any sort of fireworks.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Are the Cubs Too Good to Be Lovable?

The Cubs are talented this year. Like, super duper talented. To the point that many people are picking them to win the World Series. As a lifelong Cubs fan, it's a little weird, as this is not what I have come to expect from the Cubs. The Cubs will forever be the Cubs of the 1990s. Teams that had unforgettably fun players but not necessarily good players. They had a miraculous run in 1998, and then had some nice runs in the early-mid 2000s behind some of the highest potential pitchers who never all came together at the same time before things fell apart. And then the Cubs dipped into that safe space of being bad.

Then the Cubs got new ownership who brought in Theo Epstein (and friends) and although the major league roster continued to suck, they were building something. And last year that something came together to get the Cubs to the NLCS. Even as a Cubs fan, I couldn't believe the jump they made in one season and how their young players performed. It was a crazy year, and I was only a little sad when the Mets pitching annihilated them.

So now the Cubs enter 2016 as the favorite to win the World Series. That's pretty dang cool. But the Cubs as a favorite doesn't seem like a Cubs team at all. They were the lovable losers. Now that they look like winners, do they lose their lovability as well? Unfortunately, the answer to that question is yes.

The lovable losers no longer apply to the Cubs. You loved them like a guy that you'd loan $20 knowing that we'd never get paid back. You loved them in the way that their failures made you feel okay with your own shortcomings. You loved them with no fear, knowing they weren't going anywhere, because they had nowhere else to go. You loved them as a friend. A best friend.

You can't love a Cubs team that is this talented like that. But that doesn't mean that this team can't be loved. You can't love this team like a friend. This is a team you love with passion. This is a team that fills you with lust. I mean, just look at Kris Bryant.
This man doesn't look into your eyes; he looks into your soul. This team makes you doubt everything you've ever known, because it doesn't make sense. This is a team that keeps you up at night wondering if this could actually be real.

But it is real, and it is wonderful. And you realize that it's time to let go of your inhibitions and love completely, even though, logically, you know this could break your heart. And oh god, you pray that this doesn't end in heartbreak, but you can't fight the way you feel. You're going to love them day and night, so you may as well spend as many days and nights with them as possible. Let them overtake you, because, win or lose, each game is a slice of heaven.

And hopefully, at the end of the year, this is that love you never forget.

So, no, these aren't the lovable losers of your childhood. But this Cubs team is definitely still lovable.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Natural Light, I Love You

Outside of the WWE, there is no #Brand that I have more affection for than Natural Light. I have waxed poetically about Natural Light here, here, and here. Oh, and also here. And how could I forget here? And then there's here. That should do it...wait, here's one more (there are actually more where I dropped in compliments; these are just the most prominent posts).

I love Natural Light. Nearly all of the most fun times I have had in my life have had Natural Light prominently involved. Is it the best beer I've ever had? No, it's not. But it is the best beer to have. It's perfect in so many ways.

It falls in this beautiful area where it's cheap but the Hipsters really haven't attached themselves to it. Not only that, but it's always easy to call out posers when they try hate on Natural Light. I have had this exchange every time I have Natural Light.

Poser: Natural Light, ugh, I can't believe you can drink this stuff.
Me: It's awesome beer, why is that so hard to believe?
Poser: It tastes like shit.
Me: Natural Light barely tastes like anything. You've never had Natural Light, have you?
Poser: Uh...
Me: Yep, that's what I thought.

AND SCENE.

Also, Natural Light is a great way to make friends. Good, salt of the Earth people have gone through some weekends of pounding back some Natural Lights. They may have lost their way as the years went on, but they are always excited to see a guy going to a backyard BBQ or Rose Bowl with 12 Nattys by his side.

Finally, I've mentioned this before (probably numerous times), but nothing bad happens when you drink Natty Light. You can have 1, you can have 10, you can have 100, and you can only reach a safe level of drunkeness that keeps you fully aware of the good times with the ability to impress the ladies.

I love Natural Light, and I want Natural Light to love me. I know that the good people at Natty Light Headquarters can't send me 30 packs as a gift, but I know they have swag. Sweet, sweet swag. Maybe a t-shirt, maybe a hat, or maybe a gi (which would be THE coolest thing ever), but come on Natty Light representative, show me some love. Hit me up on Twitter (@HottJoe) or by email (uncensoredwriting@gmail.com), as I have already pledge my allegiance but want to walk proudly in swag to let everyone know that I'm ALL NATURAL...Light.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Alone on Christmas

The title of this post makes it seem like it will be sad, but let me be very forward, this is not a sad occasion. I am cool with being by myself on Christmas. Christmas just doesn't mean that much to me.

Now don't get me wrong, Christmas was great growing up. I basically got everything I wanted outside of one Christmas, and I cried like a baby because of it (I'm pretty sure I was like 15 or 16. God, I sucked). But even though Christmas was always great growing up, the holiday itself doesn't mean that much to me. I currently live in Florida, so the idea of going up to Iowa during the winter has zero appeal to me. I will admit that upper 70 degree weather doesn't feel like Christmas, but I'm okay with that.

It means way more to my wife, and although she likes stuff more than I do, it's not about that at all. For her, it is a huge deal for her entire family, so the holiday represents way more than Jesus, Santa, and cold weather. My family gets together when we can; her family makes every effort to get together for Christmas.

My wife has been pretty bummed, because up until about two weeks ago, she thought she was going to have to work over Christmas. Then she found out she would be able to get the time off. I told her that even though I couldn't go, she should go back home to Ohio and spend it with her family. She didn't want to leave me alone on Christmas, but I had to assure her that for me, it's like being left alone on any other day. It means that Casey the Dog and I will spend way too much time together, and I will watch a constant stream of WWE Network.

That was enough to convince her to go, and she was able to surprise her family as Saturday night she snuck in and provided them a "Christmas miracle." Thanks to technology, I'm never really alone, as she texts, Snapchats, and calls. Calls are the worst. What a cruel world where I have to pause a Sabu/Alex Wright match from Nitro circa 1995 to talk to my wife.

And I'm enjoying my freedom. For Christmas Eve, I hit the gym, did my back workout, drank a smoothie, took the dog to the park, ate some Salmon for lunch, took the dog for a little walk, and then made Steak, grilled onions and mushrooms, and mashed potatoes for dinner. In between, I alternated episodes of Monday Night Raw and Nitro. My plan for Christmas day is going to be very similar outside of a run replacing the gym, and my meals changing a bit. It is going to be a very nice day.

That all being said, I am choosing to be alone. I can completely understand how involuntary loneliness can be awful this time of the year. I don't have great advice except for to try to make the best of the situation. Have some guilt-free binge watching, cook up your favorite meal, and most importantly, get some fresh air; it's amazing how much something that simple can change an attitude.

But I'm going to go take care of the important things in life. Poop out this steak (with the bathroom door open, no big deal), go for a run, and eat even more steak. Merry Christmas to you? Merry Christmas to me!

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

A Guy's Review of Every "Step Up" Movie

Step Up seems like a lame movie series that is not made for guys, but I cannot imagine a girl liking these movies half as much as a guy would. It is filled with hot chicks and action sequences, because they don't like to let little things like "coherent plots" get in their way of making a great film. The beauty of these movies is that I watched the first four in a weekend and outside of two characters (Tyler Gage and Moose), I have no idea if any of these people are supposed to be the same person from different movies. The main characters in every movie are Handsome Dude and Hot Brunette. I'm not even sure if they actually have names. I love it, so I feel I need to explain all of the greatness that these movies bring so you can be ready for the fifth installment that comes out on August 8. Since this is a review for guys, I will compare each film to an installment of the Fast and Furious franchise (Step Up is obviously inferior, but it gives you an idea of what you are getting into with each movie, because every red-blooded American has seen all of the Fast and Furious movies).

Step Up - Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift
This movie is absolute shit. I can't believe they were able to make a sequel after this pile of garbage. I remember watching the previews for this one and assumed that Step Up movies were awful so I never watched any of them until I came across Step Up 3D (in 2-D). A lot of people mistakenly think this is a quality one because it's got Channing Tatum. It tries to be a real movie, but trust me, it's a giant pile of shit. Just skip to the second one; you won't miss anything.

Step Up 2: Back to the Streets - Fast and Furious 4
This is where they start to figure things out. They are not quite at the level that the following movie will put the series, but they are going in the right direction. The most important change is that they make the transition from classical dance to straight up street dancing. The second most important thing is that this is the movie that introduces us to Moose who is somehow the most important character in this series despite never really being the lead of the movie. He's the glue of the dance crew.
The biggest plot hole is the fact hat this girl does not want to leave Baltimore to go live with her aunt in Texas because all of her friends are in B-More. However, once she gets into the fancy school, all but one of her friends immediately turn their backs on her, so she is left without close friends. So, in the end, she probably should have just moved to Texas.
Still, this movie is almost there. It's got some hilarious street dancing, and they also establish that none of the characters are going to make any sense. Still, it is anchored down by some classical dancing, and they are only dancing for respect. The stakes get progressively higher as these movies go on.

Step Up 3-D - Fast Five
I have already written a whole separate post about this movie, because it's that good. But every time I watch this movie, I think I could easily come up with 2000 new words on it. You know how Fast and the Furious was a semi-realistic movie about racing cars through the first four movies, and then for Fast Five, they just said, "Fuck it," and made it the most awesome thing ever with shit that could never possibly happen in real life. That is basically what happens in Step Up 3-D, except for dancing as opposed to car stunts.

The best exchange of the movie, and a top five exchange in cinematic history:

Cool Guy: You're BFAB.
Moose: What's BFAB?
Cool Guy (casual as fuck): Born From A Boombox

It is very important how casually he says this, and also that he manages to do it with a straight face. It makes me laugh out loud every time I hear it, so it is basically their version of, "Show me how you drive, I'll show you who you are."

One issue is that everyone in this movie is the worst friend ever. Here is how every person treats their supposed best friend.
1. The bad guy in the movie makes his sister infiltrate the rival group, and then exposes her secret to the man she fell in love with.
2. The main girl infiltrated a rival group, gave away their secrets even though she said she cared about them as people. Nobody ever got mad at her for this.
3. The main dude is not innocent. He convinced his best bud (who he had known for about a month), Moose, to skip a test that was worth 25% of his grade, and also convinced him to go to a party and promised he would have him back in time for the party that Moose actually wanted to go to. Moose did not make it in time, because main dude snuck away to make out with main girl for a while.
4. Moose treated his best lady friend horribly as he constantly ignored her throughout the movie, as he only hung out with her when it was convenient for him.
5. Oh, and his best lady friend came up with the idea that her and a friend could be the Olsen Twins, but then Moose showed up, asked her to switch so he could be an Olsen Twin, and she's like, "Okay, I'll screw that girl over," so that girl had to come up with a completely different idea for Halloween. I would feel bad for that girl, but the pattern shows that she was probably a really shitty person to her best friend as well.
6. Finally, the whole dance crew who lives for free where their only responsibilities are to dance and have a good time, get super pissed at the guy when his house and club gets repossessed, because it means they have no place to live. If everyone would have just gotten job, he wouldn't have lost the place, but he was housing a bunch of ungrateful freeloaders. Seriously, this is the worst display of friendship in cinematic history.

But the reason I have written so much about this one is because I fucking love this movie. I laugh, I cheer, I even cover my mouth and go "Oh no he didn't!" If you only watch one Step Up movie, make it this one.

Step Up: Revolution - Fast Six
Where Step Up 3-D (available in 2-D) had to save a dance club/domicile for dancers who refuse to get day jobs, Step Up: Revolution takes it one step further where they must save an entire neighborhood. There are not only houses at stake, but a bar that will give you free drinks if you dance with their unattractive relatives. It is a very important place for poor people who want to live on the ocean in Miami.

Sandy Cohen is a real estate developer and father of the main girl, so he is the one trying to take away their neighborhood. His daughter tries to tell him to pick a different spot, but Sandy Cohen tells his daughter that he doesn't tell her how to dance, so she shouldn't tell him how to run his business. It's a sick burn that puts her in her place.

For the rest of the plot, they learn that it is not enough to dance to get noticed, they need to dance to make a difference. Once they learn that, they are truly unstoppable.

I think my favorite part is where the crew finds out that the new girl in the crew is actually the daughter of the developer that is trying to take their homes. One guy in the crew is like, "Should we talk to Handsome Dude about this?" And the other guy is like, "No, I have a better idea." His idea was to break into a fancy party, cause a shit ton of damage, and make the guests feel like they were about to be murdered. Nobody questioned this plan.

As great as that is, the most hilarious part is when Sandy Cohen tells his daughter, "Don't worry honey, soon we can leave here (Miami) and get back to Cleveland." Yep, Cleveland. You know what the best thing about Cleveland is? I don't have to live there. But it's pretty clear this movie was written by a Cavs fan.

So why write this report now? Two reasons. First off, ABC Family had a marathon of the first three on last weekend, and the fourth one was on demand from one of the premium channels, so I was able to knock them all out within a week. But more importantly, the fifth installment, Step Up: All In comes out August 8, just one month away, and I wanted to give everyone ample time to get amped up for this movie, as it includes All-Stars from the previous movies all coming together for what could be the most epic dance battle yet. Will I see it in the theaters? Probably not...but maybe, and that is saying quite a lot for a dance movie.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Comprehensive History of the APA

Thanks to reader, Lukewarm Jonah, for the suggestion on writing about the APA. He mentioned that he wasn't talking about that writing shit, but when I hear APA, the Acolytes Protection Agency will always be the first thing that comes to mind. The APA is a very interesting WWE team, as they are still beloved, despite neither guy being near his peak during their time as a member of the APA. Ron Simmons/Farooq was far more influential in the WCW and during his time leading the Nation of Domination. Meanwhile, Bradshaw would become JBL and be a consistent World Heavyweight Title Champion and contender. But still, they drank beer, cussed, and gambled, and those activities will always be cool in pro wrestling. Before we get there, let's look at how these guys came together.

It all started with The Undertaker and Paul Bearer creating the Ministry of Darkness. Bradshaw and Farooq joined up as Hell's Henchmen. They quickly became The Acolytes when their manager, The Jackyl, left the WWE. Their first order of business was adding some weight behind the Ministry. 

With the help of Phineas I. Godwinn (Mideon), they abduct a 600 pound Mabel, who would later become Viscera, and be as successful in that role as he was in all of his others (not very).

The Acolytes would go on to win the tag team titles a couple times, and that's all well and good. But wrestling will never be what they were remembered for, they were the best bodyguards (sorry, Diesel) in WWE history. 

These guys split from the Ministry of Darkness to do their own thing. It gave them more time to kick ass and drink beer. Still, they valued one thing even more than beer, and that was money. But it took them a while to change from a tag team to an official protection agency. Luckily, the Mean Street Posse needed help, and they found the perfect guys for the job.

My favorite part of that video is that they are playing gin. That is the ultimate Grandma card game.

Now, as a professional protection agency, they needed to hone their skills. A lot of people may try to do this at a dojo or mixed martial arts gym, but the APA knew the kind of fights they were going to get into, so they trained where the fights were happening, the bars. 

Bradshaw doesn't care if you're the state's arm wrestling champion, and neither him or Farooq care if they are outnumbered. As long as they strike first, they are going to win the fight. Here, they beat the crap out of a bunch of posers from Rhode Island. They leave without a scratch on them. This would not be the last time that they fought in a bar, and by a bar, I mean it won't be the last time that they fought in this very bar. This would help them when the WWE had bar room brawls where they not only had to fight but drink excessively as well.

Still, business was not as booming as they had hoped, so they did what any good business would do and produce a top-notch commercial.

Not many protection agencies will be paid in beer and cigars, but that's what made the APA such great business men. They were willing to think outside the box. One of their downfalls in business was that they were sitting there but let their answering machine take the call. If you want beer, you gotta answer the phone. Also, guys, you have a drawer for Zima but not Natty Light, that's suspect planning on your part.

They did try to get clever with what APA could stand for, and, um, that didn't work out too well.
Yeah, there is no way to construe that as anything but the advertisement for a successful gay bar. The WWE could have been really progressive and made them two badass gays who did not fit into typical stereotypes, but this is the WWE, so there was no way of that happening.

Still, it was clear that these guys had their shit together, so it was no surprise that other WWE Superstars wanted to be like the APA.

Here are the six best things about that video.
6. Brian Kendrick has clearly never been around a drunk person.
5. Farooq insisting that drinking alcohol is the only way to make it.
4. Bradshaw claiming that Brian Kendrick had a malignant case of dumbass.
3. That door.
2. Bradshaw saying that Britney Spears kissing Jenna Jameson would be hot.
1. Farooq responding that Britney Spears is a virgin.

This video should be shown in schools to help future generations became awesome.

The APA also helped get over one of the simplest, yet memorable, catchphrases in WWE history.

DAMN.

In the end, these guys were more than hired hands to take care of dirty work. They were friends, and that is the element of the APA we can never forget. The only people they cared about were the people with the biggest paychecks. The only exceptions were each other. And if there's one thing friends know how to do, it's throw a party.

Yes, the APA may have closed their doors, but the memories, much like their friendship, will live on forever.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Goodbye, Quad Cities

Goodbye, Quad Cities.

That is a something that I have wanted to say for as long as I can remember. I grew up in the Quad Cities, on the eastern border of Iowa, and despite my family being from there and most remaining there, I can never remember a time where I thought I would grow old there. I hated the area, and I was going to do my best to leave.

Since I didn't want a massive debt, I stayed in state for college and went to the University of Iowa. It was less than an hour from my hometown, but it felt like a world away. It had a thriving nightlife with college girls, tailgating, alcohol, and college girls. For an 18-22 year old, good looking college women could make Siberia seem like Paradise. It was not too bad.

When I graduated, I was wiling to move anywhere for my first job. I really lucked out as I got a job in Seattle, one of the best places on the planet. If I were a single guy and found any job in that area, I would move out there in a heartbeat. In fact, if you are young and single, do that. Move to Seattle. The rain is way overblown and the summers are perfect. 

So why did I leave? Well, the main reason is that my bosses hated me. That meant I had no chance of being promoted, and even if I were promoted, the long-term job prospects of the Seattle SuperSonics were not the best (Spoiler alert: They moved to Oklahoma City). Because of that, I had to look around for jobs. Luckily, the guy who originally hired me for the Sonics really liked me and he took a job with a different sports team. Unluckily, he happened to move from Seattle to the minor league baseball team in my hometown. Back to the Quad Cities, it was. I was happy to have a good job, but it was bittersweet for the area I was moving back to. 

This next go-around wasn't so bad. The most positive thing was that I worked so much that I barely had any free time. Because of that, where I lived really didn't matter. When I did have free time in the fall, I could go to Iowa football games to tailgate, but still, I knew that the area was not made for me.

After two years, I quit my job and decided to move to Albuquerque. This was my "Be young and stupid" phase of life. Surprisingly, my young and stupid phase did not involve drugs or alcohol. But I moved to Albuquerque, tried to write a screenplay (I finished it; it has potential, but needs a major overhaul, something I have not done three years later) and trained in mixed martial arts. It was a great experience overall, but I knew I was never going to be a fighter (I'm a pussy), so it had no long-term potential. I got my ass kicked for the better part of a year before moving back to Iowa, but this time, it was at least West Des Moines.

West Des Moines was good; I lived with my brother, and since we are practically the same person, we got along really well. But there was a girl that I had been on and off with, but we were going to try to be on again, and she convinced me to move back to the Quad Cities for the sake of love. I packed up and headed back.

She dumped me two weeks later. 

So I was back in the place I wanted to be the least, with no job, no lady friend, and living with my parents (pretty cool roommates, but not exactly an ideal situation for a single guy). The best job offer I had was a part-time tennis instructor for children. The job was great, the money was not, and I was still in limbo with life, just hanging out in the QCA, not really doing much of anything. 

Don't get me wrong. When things lined up nicely, and a big group of people came out or something special was going on, I had some fun times. But for the most part? Going out in the Quad Cities is awful. There wasn't a single place that delivered more fun times than times where I was staring at my phone hoping for the night to end. It was miserable.

But this story does have a happy ending. I got a job and got promoted twice in a year. That on-again, off-again lady friend became on again. I proposed, and we got married in September. 

Since we both hate the cold weather, we quit our jobs and moved to Florida last week. I have finally left the Quad Cities, and this time, it's permanent. Hooray, me. I finally did it.

And yet, as much as I hate living in the Quad Cities. This moment is still bittersweet. It's 80 degrees down here and has snowed and been in the teens up there, so the weather is really, really sweet. But it's still tough.

Although a lot of friends have moved around the country, there are still some awesome people in the Quad Cities that I am going to miss. Those people don't hate the Quad Cities. They go out and have a blast, and there's nothing wrong with that. Just like I am doing what makes me happy by moving away, they are doing what makes them happy and staying in a place that they thoroughly enjoy with people they love to spend time with. I will always look forward to going back and hanging out with those people, and I hope they're smart enough to come visit me during the winter.

As much as I love my friends, there are two people I am going to miss even more, and those are my parents. My parents are the nicest people ever, and none of my bad traits should be attributed to them. They have gone above and beyond in helping me out in every way imaginable, and I am going to miss them only being a 15 minute drive away. I would not be where I am today without their love and support, and for that I am forever grateful.

The one thing that makes this easy is the number one person in my life. My wife is an amazing person, and I am incredibly lucky that she settled for me. We're going at life together, and although there is still a lot of uncertainty in our immediate future (we should probably try to get jobs soon), there is nobody I would rather face this uncertainty with than her. 

In my hometown, there is a saying that runs on the local news where people get on TV and say, "Hello, Quad Cities." Today, I say, "Goodbye, Quad Cities." Although this is definitely a happy moment, I am going to miss my family and friends. But with my wife by my side, it's hard to not be excited about the future, and I'm really happy with where things are going.

Oh, and the weather is going to be pretty sweet too.

Friday, September 13, 2013

A Guide For Grooms: Wedding Planning

Throughout this entire wedding process, I have told anyone who would listen that, “I have been dreaming of this day since I was a wee little boy.” I will also randomly warn people that they better not ruin my special day. Sometimes people take me seriously, and that is awesome. In all reality, I only care about the following three things:

1. My bride.
2. My friends having a good time.
3. Food.

I know I should include family on there somewhere, but the place could burn down in the middle of the reception, and my Mom would still say it was one of the best parties she’s ever been to. She’s an incredibly positive person. Everybody else will fall in line.

Now you are going to have to put in some work on this thing, but there are ways to survive this process with minimal effort. Take easy jobs or things that you are interested in. Since I care about food, I told my lady that I would make the decision on that. I just made my decisions clear at the tasting, and boom, I figured out food, which is incredibly easy but still a really big part of the day.

Next, I care about my friends, so I made the decision on what we would wear. We got suits instead of tuxes, because they were just as cheap as a tux, and now they have a gray suit. My friends are happy with this arrangement, so that means we are good to go.

Other things that I helped on were transportation, music, and the honeymoon. Transportation and music, easy as shit. I highly recommend taking over those things, because you can knock them out in no time. On the honeymoon, don’t make the same mistake I did. We are traveling to five (six, if you count a 14 hour layover in Turkey) countries in Europe. That means a ton of travel, and a ton of different hotels. It was a lot of work, and that was a bad idea on my part. If you want to do something complicated, come up with the outline, and then help her plan it. What is probably easier is keep control of the honeymoon and just go one place. Finding one place to fly to and stay is a piece of cake, so do that instead.

After that, every decision is basically hers to make. The only problem with this is that she is still going to want your opinion. The key is to give her the right opinion.

One thing that has helped me is listening to my lady’s tone of voice to decide how I should respond to her. “What do you think of this?” seems like just one question, but she can ask it in a variety of ways, and I am forced to interpret what type of response she wants. In all reality, all she wants is for me to agree with her. It's almost always positive, so just responding with, "Looks great." is pretty safe. If she tricks you into liking something bad, just go, "Aww, geez, honey, you know me, I'm just a sloppy fella who don't know nothing about your high society ways." She'll call you an idiot, and you can move on.

What about when she gives you multiple options? This is one that I really pride myself on, because she wants an opinion. You can’t just say I don’t know and move on. You also can’t just say that they all look great. The reason she is asking is because she likes all of them. She has a favorite, but she is just using you to confirm her thoughts. So here’s what I do: I hem and haw as I look through the options, occasionally asking to see things multiple times. Finally, I pick out what I like with the caveat, “but I don’t have strong feelings one way or another; I think they all look great.” That way, I gave my opinion, but she can still feel good about ignoring it to do what she wants. Since I really don’t give a shit about any of it, this arrangement works perfect for both of us.

That’s really all there is to it. Take the easy stuff, and never offer a strong opinion on anything else. She'll be happy that you're involved, and since you're barely doing anything, you'll still have plenty of time to watch sports. Win-win.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Best And Worst Of My 2012 Fantasy Baseball Draft - Part 1

I know this post won't appeal to many people, but I got bored at work today, so I decided to at least be somewhat productive. Hence, I have picked out the best and worst pick of each round of my fantasy draft that happened a week and a half ago. I tried to avoid giving myself a best when possible. Otherwise, it would just be me patting myself on the ass nonstop. I have also changed the team names to protect their owners' identities. I gave everyone a cool name, except Cory, whose team I called Cory, because Cory is the worst.


ROUND 1
1
2
Albert Pujols, LAA 1B
3
Ryan Braun, Mil OF  
4
Jose Bautista, Tor 3B
5
Matt Kemp, LAD OF
6
7
Robinson Cano, NYY 2B
8
9
Justin Upton, Ari OF
10
11
12
Joey Votto, Cin 1B

Best Pick: Justin Upton – If the top three guys were already gone, Upton was next on my list. He’s a stud, and he’s still getting better. Plus, he’s really fun to cheer for, but still AC Slater should trade him to me so I can unite the power of the Upton brothers.

Worst Pick: Jacoby Ellsbury – I cannot imagine Ellsbury ever putting up the numbers he put up last year. He’s a third round pick in my mind. Plus, cheering for any Boston team is worse than cheering for a New York team, so I hate all Red Sox (except for the one I drafted).
ROUND 2
13
Roy Halladay, Phi SP
14
15
16
17
Mike Napoli, Tex C
18
19
20
21
22
Mark Teixeira, NYY 1B  
23
Ian Kinsler, Tex 2B
24
Best Pick: Hanley Ramirez – Yeah, the pick has risk, but he has top five potential, so getting him at 19 is pretty damn good value. If he would have fallen to 22, there is no doubt I would have pulled the trigger on him.

Worst Pick: Mike Napoli – So yeah, Team Hipster autopicked and only put like five guys on his list of guys that he definitely wanted, so his picks are hilariously bad for these first few rounds. I don’t see Napoli producing like he did last year, and even if he does, it’s only an okay pick in the second round.
ROUND 3
25
Adrian Beltre, Tex 3B
26
Jose Reyes, Mia SS
27
David Wright, NYM 3B  
28
Michael Bourn, Atl OF
29
30
Cliff Lee, Phi SP
31
32
33
Tim Lincecum, SF SP
34
Dan Uggla, Atl 2B
35
Jered Weaver, LAA SP
36
Matt Holliday, StL OF
Best Pick: Andrew McCutchen – McCutchen was already good, and he’s still getting better. This is at least second round value in the third round.

Worst Pick: Matt Holliday – He is the opposite of McCutchen. He’s getting worse, and he won’t be turning that around ever. That’s what old age does. Plus he doesn’t get to knock in Pujols anymore, who was a player that was pretty good at getting on base.
ROUND 4
37
Cole Hamels, Phi SP
38
Jay Bruce, Cin OF
39
Jon Lester, Bos SP
40
Hunter Pence, Phi OF
41
Josh Hamilton, Tex OF
42
Paul Konerko, CWS 1B
43
44
Eric Hosmer, KC 1B
45
46
CC Sabathia, NYY SP  
47
Nelson Cruz, Tex OF
48
Dan Haren, LAA SP
Best Pick: Jay Bruce – He probably isn’t the best pick, but I love Jay Bruce, so I will just be up front about my total bias and still give him credit for being the best pick in the round.

Worst Pick: Paul Konerko – He keeps producing, but Hosmer can definitely put up Konerko numbers, while having the upside to join the elite first basemen. I think Hosmer takes a step forward, not a leap, so I don’t have him as the best pick, but he’s a ton better than Konerko in that round.
ROUND 5
49
50
51
Brett Lawrie, Tor 3B  
52
53
Elvis Andrus, Tex SS
54
Zack Greinke, Mil SP
55
David Price, TB SP
56
57
Ben Zobrist, TB 2B
58
Jimmy Rollins, Phi SS
59
60
Best Pick: Zack Greinke – I see him as a top-5 pitcher this year, and had I already not gotten a pitcher early, I would have strongly considered him. Also, I have had a crush on Brett Lawrie since I saw him in the Midwest League. Dude is a stud, but yeah, it’s a really risky pick, so I can’t be wasting a best on that one.

Worst Pick: Carlos Zambrano – This was the highlight of the draft. Had he moved Zambrano up 10 spots from his position of a billiondy (not his actual position), he could have easily had Big Z, but give credit to Team Hipster; he really loves the Marlins.
ROUND 6
61
Alex Gordon, KC OF
62
C.J. Wilson, LAA SP
63
64
Matt Moore, TB SP
65
Lance Berkman, StL 1B
66
Matt Cain, SF SP
67
Craig Kimbrel, Atl RP
68
69
70
Brian McCann, Atl C  
71
72
Adam Jones, Bal OF
Best Pick: Adam Jones – We have to have five outfielders in our league, so the outfield can get pretty thin quickly. Adam Jones will definitely be good value here, and he could be great value if he can show some improvement from last year. It’s a pretty safe pick, but one that also provides solid upside.

Worst Pick: C.J. Wilson – I have just never been impressed with how he does things. He gets strikeouts, but not by being overpowering. He is in a better park for pitchers, but I still him taking a significant step backwards this year.
ROUND 7
73
74
Ian Kennedy, Ari SP
75
B.J. Upton, TB OF  
76
David Ortiz, Bos DH
77
78
Carl Crawford, Bos OF
79
Michael Morse, Wsh 1B
80
Heath Bell, Mia RP
81
82
83
Shin-Soo Choo, Cle OF
84
Matt Wieters, Bal C
Best Pick: Shin-Soo Choo – This was a tough one, but I think the highest likelihood of somebody really outperforming their draft slot is Choo. Youkilis was a really close second, and Wieters wasn’t far behind. Crawford could be a monster, but wrist injuries scare me, so I figured Choo was the best way to go here.

Worst Pick: Ian Kennedy – There were a lot of talented pitchers still on the board, and Kennedy is not a guy I see ever coming close to what he did last year.
ROUND 8
85
Drew Storen, Wsh RP
86
Michael Young, Tex 1B
87
88
Ichiro Suzuki, Sea OF
89
90
91
Ricky Romero, Tor SP
92
John Axford, Mil RP
93
94
Jason Heyward, Atl OF  
95
Jayson Werth, Wsh OF
96
Mat Latos, Cin SP
Best Pick: Madison Bumgarner – He’s really good. He has the ability to be the best pitcher on the Giants. So, yeah, he’s really good.

Worst Pick: Michael Young – He’s old, and he is going to decline. Last year was a surprisingly good year, but he is about as unexciting and unappealing as a first baseman can get.
ROUND 9
97
Drew Stubbs, Cin OF
98
Chris Young, Ari OF
99
Jeremy Hellickson, TB SP  
100
Mark Reynolds, Bal 3B
101
102
Rickie Weeks, Mil 2B
103
104
J.J. Hardy, Bal SS  
105
Brett Gardner, NYY OF
106
Brian Wilson, SF RP
107
Joe Mauer, Min C
108
Matt Garza, ChC SP
Best Pick: Joe Mauer – Mauer got signed to a really big extension, and nobody knows him better than the Twins do. They clearly felt it was a good investment. Early returns are bad, but Mauer should bounce back. Even if he only hits 10-15 home runs, he’ll still be a top-5 catcher this year.

Worst Pick: Desmond Jennings – He got off to an explosive start, but pitchers quickly caught up to him. I see this as a transition year where he’s going to struggle more than succeed, and I just did not see him as worthy of this high of a pick.
ROUND 10
109
110
111
112
Daniel Hudson, Ari SP
113
Corey Hart, Mil OF
114
115
Billy Butler, KC DH
116
117
Dee Gordon, LAD SS
118
Yu Darvish, Tex SP  
119
Michael Pineda*, NYY SP
120
Josh Johnson, Mia SP
Best Pick: Josh Johnson – Josh’s ERA was 1.64 last year. Yeah, he only pitched in nine games, but still, that’s really, really good. Obviously, he’s a huge health risk, but if he’s healthy, he has the potential to be the best pitcher in the major leagues.

Worst Pick: Dee Gordon – Yes, this is somehow worse than Pineda, because Dee Gordon has never been that impressive. I doubt he’s going to go against the best competition in the world and become some superstar. He’ll get you steals, and probably nothing else.
ROUND 11
121
Josh Beckett, Bos SP
122
Alex Avila, Det C
123
Tommy Hanson, Atl SP  
124
125
Joel Hanrahan, Pit RP
126
127
128
Derek Jeter, NYY SS
129
Gio Gonzalez, Wsh SP
130
Chase Utley, Phi 2B
131
Andre Ethier, LAD OF
132
Shaun Marcum, Mil SP
Best Pick: Tommy Hanson – None of the other options excite me, so I’ll give myself some props. If the shoulder is healthy, he’s a stud, and a monster pick at this point in the draft. Stay healthy, and make me look like a genius, Tommy.

Worst Pick: Chase Utley – This pains me to put out there, because I love Chase Utley, but he was never able to get in a groove last year, and he’s already got a serious injury this year. Chase, I know I can’t throw as fast as you, but I think you’ll be impressed with my speed. Also, you have great hair.
ROUND 12
133
Jose Valverde, Det RP
134
Cory Luebke, SD SP
135
Carlos Lee, Hou 1B
136
Adam Lind, Tor 1B
137
138
139
Max Scherzer, Det SP
140
Nick Swisher, NYY OF
141
Andrew Bailey, Bos RP
142
Jason Motte, StL RP  
143
144
Coco Crisp, Oak OF
Best Pick: Max Scherzer – Good pitcher in a later round kind of tops anything else in this round.

Worst Pick: Melky Cabrera – Going from a neutral park to a pitcher’s park, and I have never been impressed with his skill set.

I'll be back tomorrow with part two of the excitement.