Fantasy Teams 2014

I’m in two fantasy leagues. I don’t claim to be a great fantasy player, and couldn’t tell you the sleeper rookies who you can draft in rounds 8-12 and they’ll end up contributing, but I follow the NFL and enjoy doing it. Here are the two drafts from my leagues, both have 12 people, both are for $50, and neither are PPR. Tell me what you think.

League 1 (6 pt QB TDs), pick #5:
Rd 1: Calvin Johnson
Rd 2: Leveon Bell
Rd 3: Alfred Morris
Rd 4: Matt Stafford
Rd 5: Wes Welker (oopsies)
Rd 6: Frank Gore
Rd 7: Mike Wallace
Rd 8: Jordan Reed
Rd 9: Phillip Rivers
Rd 10: Terrance West
Rd 11: KC Defense/ST
Rd 12: Knowshon Moreno

League 2 (4 pt QB TDs), pick #1

Rd 1: Lesean Mccoy
Rd 2: Drew Brees
Rd 3: Alshon Jeffrey
Rd 4: Toby Gerhart
Rd 5: Desean Jackson
Rd 6: Jeremy Maclin
Rd 7: Jason Witten
Rd 8: Nick Foles
Rd 9: Stevan Ridley
Rd 10: Cecil Shorts
Rd 11: Andre Williams
Rd 12: KC Defense/ST
Rd 13: Martellus Bennett

A Perfect 10!

How was my weekend? Well, since you asked:

Friday

Friday was a 10/10 night spare a free strip club and/or getting lucky. We pregamed at the house for a bit before Scott, Hayley, Amanda, and I took an Uber to Kurt’s apartment in center city. Kurt had  just finished his first med school exam and was looking to have a good night. We ripped a lot of shots in a short period of time, and all headed out to Tavern on Broad.

The highlight of Tavern was Kurt saying that some girl kept looking at him, and that I should go over and talk to her. Believe it or not, we had a pretty good conversation, but nothing came from it. The next move was Howl at the Moon. We tore up the stage for a while before Scott, Kurt, and I decided Steve’s Prince of Steaks was the move. The cheesesteak with whiz and onions was also a 10/10. Scott and I took an Uber back and hung out with the neighbors for a while before calling it a night.

Saturday

Saturday day contained a spectacular 12 mile run. Saturday night started good, but ended below average. Gourlay and a couple La Salle friends came over to pregame. We were playing games and having fun. The neighbors then came over as well, and Gourlay headed out. We made the group decision to not go out and instead just hang out at or houses and enjoy each other’s company.

Things were going swimmingly until at some point, I regressed to my college days, and blacked out, followed by a pass out mid-party. The result was to be expected, I was drawn on.

Sunday

I woke up feeling surprisingly good. Drew texted me to play Frisbee at Ursinus with him, and it sounded like a good idea. I drove over and we had a great game of 5 on 5 Ultimate Frisbee, followed by a run and dip in the perk with Drew, Grace, and Emlamb.  The rest of the day was a breeze.

What do you know, another great weekend! Next weekend is my birthday, and I don’t really have anything special planned. I’ve made it well known that I’m not a big birthday guy, but I’m up for anything.

ALS Ice Bucket Challenge – I’m That Guy

You may have seen, but yesterday I did the ALS ice bucket challenge. I am the exact person that people are complaining about, and I recognize that.

For those who haven’t seen it, or don’t know what I did, you can watch it on my Facebook page. Basically, I poured a bucket of water on my head (no ice), then nominated my cat Sneezy, and poured a bucket of water on her. The video was 100% about trying to be funny, and 0% about raising awareness for ALS. I didn’t donate any money, and I didn’t spread any awares.

I’m glad that people are trying to raise awareness for ALS, and I don’t mind the challenge being spread like a wild fire at all. But when it comes down to it, I just don’t really care about ALS. Why should I personally care more about ALS than pancreatic cancer or some other terrible disease? I don’t have any personal connection ALS, or know anyone who has it.

SNEEZY!

For that reason, I did the challenge just to get a laugh. I didn’t spread any awareness, but I didn’t take any away either.

If you can’t beat em’, pour a bucket of water on your cat. Awareness spread.

 

Wake Up Fails

My favorites – 1:00, 1:20, 2:05, and 3:37. I think I’m going to buy an air horn.

The Boxmasters – Who’s in it?

Gourlay recently posted about Ryan Gosling’s band Dead Man’s Bones. I was not aware that Ryan Gosling had a band until a year or two ago when Gourlay told me about them.

Here’s a guy that I found out today has a band, and I would have never expected it: Billy Bob Thornton.

I watched a radio interview with his band The Boxmasters where he got pissed off that the interviewer brought up his movie/acting career. The beginning gets awkward (1:15, 2:35, 5:10 (wat happens 5:10 – 7:00)), the middle gets blatant (7:00 – 10:00) , and the end gets back on track. Then I looked up one of his songs. It’s a bit folky, but I actually kind of like it. See for yourself

Dirty Deed

There’s a fellow at work who is guilty of something gross. On countless occasions, I’ve caught him doing this, and it’s decreased my overall thought of him as a person. He violates a single human code that is so easy to follow. Not only is it easy to follow, but you should want to follow it. I’m talking about washing your hands after the bathroom.

He does two things consistently.

Number one

He doesn’t wash at all when he pees. Personally, I don’t mind this one. When I pee, I rarely touch my weiner, and if I’m at my house, I definitely don’t wash my hands. At work, I wash my hands strictly because other people may see that I didn’t wash my hands, and it reflects poorly. I can give him a pass on this one.

Number two

He rinses his hands for 3 seconds after poops. After poops, you have to wash with soap, under all circumstances. What would make you NOT want to wash your hands after pooping? Unlike number one, I wash after poops because want to, not because I fear being judged. I don’t want to walk around with poopy hands all day, I get very self-conscious around having my hands about my face if that somehow happens (i.e. on a run).

I work with this man occasionally, and although most of the time we communicate via email or phone, there are times when it’s in person, and when that happens, I try to stay as far away as possible. In his case, even if he doesn’t see the point in using soap, at least do so for the sake of your friends/family/co-workers.

Why Bother

I could tell you about my weekend, and how I had two fun nights in a row, got really drunk, a frat bro threw my slice of cheesesteak pizza across the pizza place, and had two pleasant runs, but that would be boring. Except the pizza story, that was somewhat entertaining.

Instead, I’ll post a few gifs/pics from 4chan.

midget p

drop the bass

 

how to poo

watermelon to the face

Context > Content

I’m not going to lie, I like Taylor Swift. I know she doesn’t have the greatest public image, and not everyone is a fan of hers, but I like her. The theme of her music is repetitive, but I’m fascinated by her voice, and to be honest, I find her really attractive. I can bypass her other things and say “I like her” which is more than I can say for most pop stars today.

Love Story

Love Story was incredibly popular when I was a senior in high school. In particular, it was popular when I was semi-dating my high school girlfriend, Emily. Emily and I had a multi-month period where I was extremely awkward because I’d never had a girlfriend before (or even kissed a girl). This was being played every day during that time.

Eventually Emily and I became a full-time couple and we were normal. However, to this day, when I hear Love Story, it reminds me of the time period where I was awkward and just hearing makes me cringe slightly. I like the song, but I would try to avoid it if possible because of the times it reminds me of.

My Favorite Song of All Time

There are people who read that headline and know what song I’m talking about. I once wrote a blog about how “favorite this” and “favorite that” are stupid, because there’s so much to choose from and it can vary from day to day. With that said, I can 100% say that Beast of Burden is my favorite song. I love Beast of Burden for the very reason that I dislike Love Story, what I associate the song with.

The last ~2 weeks of my time at Ursinus were filled with Natty Ice, Tortilla Gold/Silver, and irresponsible decisions. Beast of Burden (and to a lesser extent, Under the Bridge), was the theme of everything. I basically recall Slade and I getting really drunk all day every day, joined by Drew and occasionally Wacker, and just having an amazing time. I had no responsibilities and each day was better than the next, ultimately building up to graduation night, which was incredible.

I always think of this two week stretch when I hear that opening riff from Beast of Burden. It instantly makes me happy, because those were some of the best days of my life, and that song brings me back.

Long story short – the context is largely more important than content.