no, I think basketball and professional sports are stupid

the only thing I'll ever watch is college football or GAA matches... DASSIT.

 

...and Euro 2012 rages on as we speak.

 

Sports are the opiate of the masses. If you don't know what this means, you are probably one of the masses.

 

I prefer to be involved in my own life's pursuits instead of watching others live their dreams. And I don't take credit for their achievements as if they were mine.

 

so you're not a liberal. good to know.

 

maybe you should drive down THEIR street and blow black smoke at them. that'll teach em to not respect the common man!

TROLL.

 

 

Okay, so I think I'm just going to zip-tie it in place for now, though I might toss a set of 2.5"->3.5" adapter rails on my next newegg/amazon order to clean it up.

The system came with Windows 7 32-bit and 2 GB of RAM. If I'm adding a vidcard with 1 GB of memory, there's not much point in adding another stick of RAM, right? Looks like 32-bit can only use 3.5 or 3.6 GB of RAM, which means the 2 GB I currently have is about as much as it can use. And the HTPC stuff shouldn't need a ton of RAM.

 

I agree to a certain extent. the only sport I really enjoy watching is SEC football and I find all the other conferences boring. it's nostalgia for me, I suppose.

one thing I cannot stand are adult men who wear jerseys or really any other team gear. I went to the University of Florida and the only gator-logo'd thing I own is one of those Nike dri-fit coach polos that I got for Xmas one year. I've literally never worn it.

 

I hate sports fans.

Those who live vicariously through others should find a hobby of their own.

Get together with some friends and go throw a ball around, rather than watch a bunch of other guys do it while you sit on your ***.

Sorry, not for me.

 

playing with a model train set is cooler than wearing a replica hockey jersey

 

The above comment was posted after watching a program on my DVR. Beer (I use the term loosely, it was Bud or some other pisswater) commercials show these 20-somethings all out doing mountain climbing and other "extreme" sports. Yeah, right.

While the reality is: the customers are fat, balding 40 somethings that still think being on the championship high school football team means anything.

 

I love sports and watch at least 2-3 professional sporting events per week.

I also play softball once or twice a week as well as angleball on Saturdays. I'll be running a 5K a week from tomorrow. I do kettlebell workouts four times a week. I have 11% body fat and can do a cheater handstand pushup.

But please, keep telling me how my sports fandom indicates how lame and fat I am.

 

An article:

"What Do You Mean, 'We?'
The most overused term in sports
By Chris Jones on October 18, 2011

In the terrific boxing documentary When We Were Kings, George Plimpton recounts the story of Muhammad Ali's commencement speech to the graduates of Harvard University. "Give us a poem!" one student shouted. Ali surveyed the quieting crowd and said: "Me, we."

"It stands for something more than the poem itself," Plimpton said.

It stands, in fact, for everything that's wrong with personal pronoun usage in modern sports.

We really need to find a better rebounder.

I can't believe we won that game in the bottom of the ninth.

How do you think we're going to do on Sunday?

Here's the deal: If you don't play for, or you are not an employee of, the team in question, "we" is not the pronoun you're looking for.

"They" is the word you want.

When I said as much the other night, I heard all sorts of indignation from loyal fans. Most of their righteous defense boiled down to some version of, What is the team without us?

I'll tell you what you call a team without fans: the Florida Marlins. AND THEY STILL EXIST. They're still watched over by their evil, small-footed owners, and they still put on their terrible, freshly laundered uniforms, and they're still managed and coached, sort of, and they still go out on their nicely kept field to play every last one of their scheduled, mostly meaningless games. None of their day-to-day functioning actually requires fans. Sure, they might require your money somewhere down the road — if they can't siphon enough from the New York Yankees, that is — but they don't actually require you.

Because we're talking about sports, there are certain gray areas, of course. I'm a reasonable man. If you're a resident of Green Bay, Wis., you might be able to say "we" when you're talking about the Packers, because you might very well own some small percentage of the team.

If you're a fan of the Toronto Maple Leafs, you can probably say "we," because your faithful devotion to that miserable team is the principal reason they will always be ----. You might as well accept your share of the blame.

College teams present the most interesting dilemma. If you're a student at a university, and you somehow help fund the team through your student fees — I'll freely admit that this might be a purely Canadian, socialist phenomenon — then "we" is appropriate.

But if you've never even attended the school? Then there's no "we" about it.

The same goes double for professional teams, especially if you're not even from the same city — or country, even. If you're some make-believe soccer fan in North America, you cannot refer to frigging Blackpool as "we." You don't have a blessed thing to do with Blackpool, the little English city by the sea, let alone with the Tangerines. "Up the 'Pool!" Up yours, you ****.

Think about it: Apply "we" to other forms of entertainment and see how ridiculous it sounds. If someone read a book and said to me, "We really killed that opening chapter," I'd wonder if I were talking to Gollum.

Have you ever watched a movie — a nice little feature in which you felt emotionally involved with the characters and maybe even cheered a little at the end — and said, "Wow, I can't believe we triumphed over evil again?"

Probably the closest analogy to a sports team is to a band you might love. For instance, I love the Weakerthans. I think they're the greatest band of all time. I have seen them in concert probably a dozen times, have cheered for them until my chest hurt. I have been moved by their music, have used their lyrics in my own writing, could sing along to every last one of their songs and recount for you the important moments in my life to which each corresponds. I even wear their T-shirts. But when they put out their next record, do you think I'm going to sit back, put on my headphones, and say, "We really found a beautiful parallel between love and curling in this one."

But wait, WAIT, the fans said to me the other night. Sports teams are different from all those other objects of affection. Teams are part of the social fabric of a community. They play in a stadium that we probably paid for. Their name includes the name of my hometown. I'll still love the team long after the current players are gone. How come they can say "we," and I can't? I was here before them, and I'll be here after them. I'm more part of this team than they are.

Tell that to Expos fans or Whalers fans or Browns fans or Grizzlies fans. There wasn't much they could do to change the direction of things, was there? "We" would have meant being able to do something about it. "We" means participant, not observer.

Don't get me wrong. You might very well be in deep love with your team, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with falling in love with something or someone outside of yourself. There is nothing wrong with finding faith and belief in forces beyond your reach. If we didn't, if for some reason we could no longer believe in things that are not of us or our world, there would be no religion, no space travel, no Pepsi Max.

But no matter how much love and faith and belief you might have in something, you don't necessarily then become part of it. Put all your hopes in the stars if you'd like; that doesn't make you a constellation.

I learned as much when I talked to Eli Manning a couple of years ago about the New York Giants and their Super Bowl win. I asked him whether he thought about how much that victory meant to the team's fans — asked him whether, when he was old and sitting on his porch, he would think about that night he brought an entire city, minus the Jets fans, to its feet.

"No," he said. "I'll think about the guys in this room. I'll think about us."

Never mind "Me, we." That makes us, them.

Chris Jones is a Writer at Large for Esquire and is a regular contributor to Grantland. "

 

 

that is hilarious

 

To early to be drinking?

 

Nevar.

 

 

I am socializing cats right now, this is not fun at all.