NFL Week 8 Pick of the Week: Seattle Seahawks -5.5 at the Dallas Cowboys
The Reason: You’re telling me that this Seattle team would be a 12 point favorite at home against anyone?! Sure they whooped the Niners, but they couldn’t score 20 points on a high school team right now, and the Seattle offense only put up 20 on a very weak Niners D.
Dallas might get Dez back, they’re at home, and they really need a win to stay in the division chase. Dallas should not be this big of a dog.
Seattle wins this in a blowout.
Other games to keep an eye on:Baltimore -3.5and Green Bay -2.5.
Baltimore can’t win a game to save its life, but they’re favored on a neutral field over San Diego (who hasn’t looked great either, but Rivers is playing well). Take Baltimore giving 3.5.
Denver is undefeated, at home, and has one of the best defenses in the league. Rodgers has looked human the past two games, and I think Green Bay is overrated by the public. Not sure why Green Bay is giving 2.5 (probably because of Peyton), but I’m taking Green Bay -2.5.
Bonking is a term runners use to describe what happens when your mind may keep going, but your body gives up.
Not counting hung-over runs, I’ve bonked once in recent memory; a 15 miler in humid 85 degree weather last summer when I was training for the marathon.
Since then however, I’ve been good. That is… until last night.
The First Three Miles
Slow, but not that slow. I hit 3 miles in 23:30 and knew six was going to be the max, so I turned around.
When I turned for home, I could tell I was in trouble. I felt myself drifting over 8:00 pace, and mile #4 was 8:25. Whoa.
Mile #5 was similar. I hit 8:50. It felt like I was at mile 23 of the marathon.
Mile #6 felt like mile 30 of the marathon. I barely made it home with a final mile time of 9:35.
What. The. Qua.
Typically, the slowest miles I run are 8:00. I’d guess less than 5% of my yearly mileage is above 8:00, and maybe .1% are above 9:00 pace. 99% the time, if I wanted to run sub 8:00 pace, I could. Last night, I could barely dip under 9:00, and if the run we’re another mile, I would’ve been pushing 10:00.
I was toast. Gone. Game over. Seeyuhlater. Sayonara. Everyone has their off days.
This weekend Hayley and I flew to Charlotte for her cousin’s wedding. Here are my takeaways / a summary of the weekend:
Flying is a breeze. We went from driving to the airport in North Carolina to being at home in Manayunk in less than four hours.
Weddings are a freakin’ blast. I wish every college party was like a wedding. Screw the dark rooms, shitty music, and grinding. I want light, awesome sing along songs, and group dancing. Weddings are AWESOME.
We all got really drunk at the wedding. The wedding was awesome and Hayley’s family are big drinkers / dancers. Weddings are by far my favorite social function
Hayley has a very big and very close family. My family is kind of the opposite, so it’s interesting to see. I see my cousins, aunts, and uncles, once every couple of years at this point. She has a lot of cousins, aunts, and uncles, and they’re all very close. Perhaps that’s why they do a good job of including me, because I generally feel pretty welcome despite being around 30 people I don’t know particularly well.
The south is a different world. I didn’t explore Charlotte at all, but I got a pretty good glimpse of its outskirts, and the south is wild. It’s generally slow-paced over-weight people with thick accents, and seemingly everything revolves around God, church, and football. First impressions when speaking to them are always that they’re very sweet people.
Moral of the story? Go to as many weddings as you can, and check out the south if you have a chance.
For the past month I’ve been a member of a weekly bowling league. Last night I used a new method of throwing the ball, and it worked. I went from averaging ~130 the past three weeks to bowling 165, 168, and 162 in my three games last night.
Growing up, my mom used to say something like “You’re really good at all of these things that won’t get you anywhere“. That trend seems to continue, as I’m trying to add bowling to that list of useless things. However, I’ll continually defend my seemingly endless list of “useless things” that I’m good at:
The fact that I’m good at video games, or ping pong, or Frisbee, or whatever doesn’t matter. However, the traits of discipline, practicing, repeating, accepting criticism, and ultimately getting good at something do matter. Those are good traits to have, regardless of what they are applied to.
There are dozens of different rules that people choose to go by when playing beer pong. Some are more popular than others, but no matter where you’re playing or who you’re playing with, one rule is universal – Your elbow can’t pass the table during your shot.
Everyone knows this rule, but not everyone abides by it. When you lean, you put everyone in a bad situation. No one wants to be the dick who calls the other person for leaning. Just take a step back and you’ll never have this problem.
I’m new to golf. Initially, I thought all “gimmes” were stupid, and that you should always putt it out. But when you play a few rounds, and have people waiting behind you, or you’re shooting for a 9 or 10 on the hole anyway, gimmes make sense. HOWEVER, when the three foot gimme extends to the six foot gimme, I disagree.
I think there’s three rules here:
If there’s money on the line, always putt it out.
If you’re putting for birdie or par, always putt it out (I’d also putt bogeys to make them legit but that’s because I suck).
If you’re more than 3 feet, putt it out.
This rule isn’t very well known so I’ll clue everyone in – you MUST throw the ball into the air when you serve. Bad people can sometimes say they’re good at ping pong because they’re cheating on literally half of the points. I could explain the reasons why, but there’s a clear advantage to serving from your hand if you’re noob.
This is similar to beer pong – I don’t like to be the dick who says “you’re serving illegally, you have to throw it up“, but if someone I’m better than beats me because they’re serving illegally, I’m going to say something.
Fortunately, most good players know the rule, and most players who serve from their hand are bad at every other aspect of the game.