Undo soft thinking: “How do you write what people actually want to read?” The game: Steelers at Patriots The beer: 603 Fire on Main Bamberg-Style Märzen Lager The result: Win, 20–3 The record: 1–1 The headline: “We’re rolling our eyes and sinking.” – Thee Oh Sees, “Drop” The commentary: Kickoff in twenty, ergo: listicle! Isn’t […]
The electoral college.
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.
