Kickoff

Mood: Head bobbin

I don't know what to say. This is the first in what is likely to be a long line of ridiculous posts that very few people will have any interest in. I'm well aware of that. Nothing I do here is different than the million other yahoos who have decided that their thoughts and opinions are of importance to a) friends and family that didn't get to hear their precious gems in the course of a regular day or b) complete strangers who would not otherwise have access to said gems. Either way, get over yourself.

And yet here I am, part of the problem, never the solution.

This particular entry into the Blog-o-sphere is inspired by fellow Brandon Sun colleague Curtis Brown who started his own little rant party as well as Phoenix Suns 12th man Paul Shirley, a 6-foot-10 forward who has earned an unfathomable amount of attention for his Road Ramblings, a collection of his views on life in the NBA.

Now, CuBro's blog is not generally my kinda bag. His Spin Cycle column appears in the Brandon Sun and his blog is the Bell Biv Devoe extended remix version of that. Curtis is a smart guy and knows I rarely want to hear him and his cohorts, mutual friends, engage in politco-battle royals much less read about it. Still, his views are much closer to mine than the mutual friends he disagrees with, so I take a swing by every once and awhile, if only for a reminder as to why I got into sports. Don't tell any of them, but it's quite possible that I'm smarter than them all.

Which leads me to this: I could do pretty well on Jeopardy. I'm not the smartest guy in the world but the breadth of knowledge I possess in the field of Useless Information is really quite something.

Pretty random statement, to be sure. So with that, I'll lead into what the bulk of this blog will be: Random Thoughts.

Back in the day I had a sports talk show on CFBU Radio Niagara, the campus community station at Brock University. I won't get into it too much, but suffice to say Random Thoughts was a popular segment on the show -- sometimes just out of the blue statements, sometimes interactive questions -- and I'll continue the legacy here along with whatever else seems relevant enough for this sacred thing we know as the Internet. I mean, after all, they don't just give these web sites and logs to just ANYONE. I'm glad I made the cut.

• Mary Kay Letourneau married Vili Fualaau on the weekend. Now that she's 43 and he's 22, it doesn't seem THAT weird. I'll admit though, the whole sexual relationship when she's 34 and he's 12, yeah that was weird. Hey if those two crazy kids can do it, then it gives us all hope there's someone three times our age out there for us.

• Just for the heck of it: Bronson Pinchot

• The Canadian Football League has introduced some changes to how its referees will officiate games. The CFL will allow the most imcompetent workers in professional sports to now have more freedom for judgement calls by making passes deemed non-catchable to be subject to 10-yard illegal contact infractions. Just ridiculous. And instant replay, which will be interesting to see how they can screw that up beyond recognition. A blog-exclusive column on this topic will be along shortly, as soon as I can stop my ears from bleeding.

• Who's funnier: Peggy Hill or Hank Hill?

• I'm not sure which currently popular television show stands less chance of me ever watching it: Lost or CSI: Miami.

• Thirst, the action figure sidekick to LeBron James, must owe Lil Penny some serious royalties. Although I'm down with the catch-phrase SCHPLADOW! Remind me I'm wanting to work this into my regular vernacular.

• The appearance of the character of Tiger Woods in Dave Chappelle's "Racial Draft" sketch has his golf glove on the wrong hand. He's wearing it on the right. Still, "goodbye fried rice, hello fried chicken" is a funny moment.

It's 3:30 in the morning and I'm going to get a hamburger. See you tomorrow and I promise it can only get better from here.

Lyric of the day:
All up in her vibe something coming over me
Summer days more likely that you notice breezes
Winter days more likely that you notice heat
When I'm warm more likely that you notice me
In the dark it's more likely that you notice light
In the light more likely that you notice night
Hungry more appreciation for that meal
Dead broke more appreciation for that scrill
A bad day'll make you really notice ones that's good
And that'll make things a little better understood
Blackalicious, Make You Feel That Way

Beat of the day:
Mixed by Dregz