The game: Patriots at Buccaneers The beer: Riverwalk Pumpkin Porter The result: Win, 28–23 The record: 8–2 The headline: “Oooh, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s sooo goood.” – Donna Summer, “I Feel Love” The commentary: If Tony Romo is down to fuck then who am I to […]
We absolutely need him: “List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter” The game: Steelers at Patriots The beer: Exhibit ‘A’ Briefcase Porter The result: Loss, 21–14 The record: 1–2 The headline: “Expose a jewel.” – Edan, “Fumbling Over Words That Rhyme” The commentary: Vrabel on Stevenson’s costly fumbles, benching: Still “need him.” […]
Professional loser Donald Trump cares only about himself.
Read Which Way to Mecca, Jack? for a third time.
Motherfucker.
I’ve been trying to pronounce “bloganuary” for a damn month.
I don’t know, what was your first car, and who was the childhood best friend you picked up on the way to high school—called what now?—and then your first job—doing what now?—and, later, the football game to cheer on the fighting… whozits? There is daily-prompt transparency, there is identity-theft transparency and there is whatever the […]
It’s my job. Also, I can’t settle on which colors I like best for the blog, which is part of the goddamn creative process forever and ever. These beer-and-football “diary mission statement” playlists don’t write themselves, either. This Patriot season’s reads like bewilderment.
Aside from the obvious answer of entitled/manipulated Trump supporters, fake Christians and self-described crackpot “free-thinkers” who do their own research—generally the same population of scum—my pet peeves are varieties of senselessness: 1. Rude behavior It is easy to be kind. To be rude takes effort, whether one goes full “Fuck your feelings!” or is purposefully […]
More Cream Please 