Thursday, January 31, 2008

Pet Peeves

After a mentally draining ten minutes or so of brainstorming I decided on my top 5 list of pet peeves. In reverse order, here they are:
5. Crunchy Cookies - Seriously, what's the point.
4. Indie-Rappers- As far as I can tell, their alleged meaningful lyrics are just finding 4 syllable words that rhyme and throwing them together, disregarding context. Indie-Rap should be re-labeled "Shit that can't sell."
3. Passive Complainers- I struggle to sympathize with peoples' situations when they try to bait you into asking "what's wrong?". Passive complaining is the second cousin of passive aggressive. Both not acceptable.
2. Ponytails That Go Out The Hole of a Baseball Cap- I don't know why, but knock it off ladies.
1. Banana Pudding- This goes for all pudding that isn't chocolate or vanilla (vanilla is barely acceptable, but only when you say "vanilla" in front of the word pudding, due to the fact that chocolate should forever be the default pudding flavor). Pudding should be kept to the basic flavors of the sweet tooth, being chocolate and vanilla. All other coat-tail pudding flavors taint the credibility of the most delicious of desserts by putting flavors that don't belong in pudding. I'm talking to you Banana (and pistachio)!

Honorable Mention: Ewoks, Shirt tags, Lattes, Kidnapping, Chalk (not chalkboards, chalk), Jargon, Saltwater, Gerrymandering, Guinea Pigs, Nick Punto, White Cranberry Juice.

*This list will be updated periodically throughout the year

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Red Sox Fans are D-Bags

The year 1918 should mean nothing to any sports fan of this generation. The significance of this year in the sports world has come and gone, and should no longer be a reason for any single human being to like a team. Yes, I understand the Red Sox took 86 years to win a World Series after the biggest boneheaded move in sports history (trading Babe Ruth). I also understand that the Red Sox have had a string of bad luck since that year, including bad hops, unfulfilled potential, and coaching blunders (what some people call bad luck is very similar to my theory that "losers will always lose"). Once again I understand that when the Red Sox finally rid themselves of a tremendous losing history in 2004 I was cheering for them. Who doesn't love a good underdog? But that year is over. There was another season next year. So why are people all around the world still cheering for this team? Why do I see girls wearing Nomar Garciaparra T-shirts, and college guys toting their fake worn out Bosox hat like they've had it for years? Worst of all, why am I seeing this in our hometown team's ballpark? Why is this Red Sox fever not contained to the confines of Boston? These fans have gone from rooting on an underdog in one series, to proudly wearing their bandwagon hopping status like it's a purple heart. Perhaps the worst argument I've heard about why someone is a Red Sox fan is that they hate the New York Yankees so much that they have to cheer for Boston. My reply to this is why? Why do people care that the Yankees are good? I've always been partial to my hometown team, and don't really care about what happens on the east coast. So what if the Yankees have made the Sox their bitch since 1918. Where was this undying allegiance before Nomar, Pedro, Manny, and Papi. Growing up I never heard anybody talking about how Mo Vaughn and the Sox are gonna take down the evil Yanks this year. I had never heard from anybody who claims to be a Red Sox fan now talk about how John Valentin is going to have a break out year, and that Danny Darwin should be a shoe-in for Cy Young. Last I checked, the Red Sox have more World Series in this millenium than the Yankees. If this Yankee argument is all these "fans" have, they might be a few decades late. With all of this said, this recent "Redsox Nation" phenomenon is probably the biggest example of bandwagon hopping in sports history. Loyalty is a virtuous trait, especially in sports. So as far as I'm concerned, I will cheer for my hometown team until I die or they get contracted, and I will continue to hate Red Sox fans.