Its the most wonderful time of the year if you’re a basketball fan. It means at least $4 billion in lost productivity for employers and 2 days of me not paying attention in class during the opening round. I filled out a bracket and submitted it to a bunch of sites and if I get the whole thing right, I’ll win several million dollars (odds of doing so – 1 in 9223372036854775808). So, I think I have a pretty good shot…
If you read my previous post, you learned about my Baltimore Ravens fanaticism. At the start of this season, I had really low expectations, but things went well and they made the playoffs. When I looked at the playoff seeding, it turned out that if the Ravens beat Miami then they would play the Tennessee Titans in Nashville. Its only a 6 hour drive away and I’ve never been to a playoff game, so I ordered tickets and hoped that they would beat the Dolphins.
They killed Miami, so this past Saturday morning, me and my dad traveled to Nashville for what would be an epic game.
I brought my camera to the game, and planned on taking a lot of pictures like I did at the last game I went to. But, I didn’t 1) because it was a really close game and 2) because it was 40 degrees, raining, and windy so my hands were much more comfortable in my pockets. But I did take a few before things got started, so here we go…
This is LP Field, where the Titans play. Just a normal stadium; nothing special.
We got there kind of early and they were still folding up the tarp on the field. The seats were all wet. They gave out blue towels to all the Titans fans. I was not offered one; It would have been nice to wipe my seat off with it.
Our seats were very high up. When I ordered them, I had no idea that row KK was the last row. On top of that, the guy that sat in front of me (also a Ravens fan) was the tallest human I’ve ever encountered in person. Thankfully, he realized that, and he moved back beside us so we could see.
This is the awesome Skycam they use on punt returns and such, although when I watched the TV broadcast of the game, I don’t remember it being used at all.
I was surprised by the number of Ravens fans I saw at the game. Its hard to say exactly how many, but I’d say somewhere in the neighborhood of 10%, if not more. It was a close one, and there’s nothing quite like celebrating a last minute field goal with a bunch of people you’ve never met before and will probably never see again, many of whom have been drinking. Hopefully, the Ravens are Super Bowl bound.
Yes, I want to talk about playoffs.
About a week ago, I stumbled upon this little hangman game (its over on the right of that page). I played it a few times and then added it to my homepage, and over the course of the next few days I probably played around 50 games, winning every single one, most with plenty of guesses to spare.
I thought, “surely I am unbeatable,” and as soon as I chose to brag to a friend, this happened…
Ceftriaxone. Right now it is underlined in red because its not even in the spell check dictionary. What is Ceftriaxone, might you ask? Pronounced (s
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Moral of the Story: Don’t be arrogant, because karma will slap you in the face.
Those of you who know me (I’m making the assumption that people actually read this), know that I’m a pretty big sports fan. I’ll watch just about any sporting event, and most of the teams I root for hail from Maryland, where I grew up. Orioles, Terrapins, you name it. But the team I’m the most emotionally attached to is the Baltimore Ravens of the NFL, or “National Football League,” as Ron Jaworski would say.
My room is littered with Ravens paraphernalia: hats, shirts, even these tissues I got for Christmas. I’ve been to 3 games, and I’m proud to say they’re undefeated in those games. If someone from the Ravens organization is reading and can hook me up with season tickets, I’m positive we can go 19-0 next season; the numbers don’t lie.
The thing that spawned this post was a win over the Dallas Cowboys yesterday. Although the teams have identical records, countless “experts” had the Cowboys as favorites. Why? I don’t know why, but the media seems to be enamored by the Cowboys for whatever reason. I guess because they were good 15 years ago. “America’s Team” hasn’t won a playoff game since 1996, but they win 2 in a row and all of a sudden they are Super Bowl bound.
Anyway, I think sports are a good way from people to forget about the stress of their lives for a few hours, root for something they have no impact on, and pour Gatorade on themselves in the middle of winter.
Merry Christmas everyone. Oh, and check out the stiff arm at [4:35]. See you in the playoffs.
The fall semester has come to a close. My grades were easily my best since I began college. 49 hours completed; 75 more to go. So now I’m faced with a month where aside from a few major holidays, there’s almost nothing on my schedule. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do. Hopefully I can find something productive to spend my time on.
Apparently I’m still employed at Quiznos, but they’re trying to cut back on labor costs so I end up being there 2 days a week at most. With the current economic situation, people seem to cut back on eating out, so we’ve been very slow lately, especially at night. I spend more time doing crossword puzzles and browsing YouTube than doing any sort of work. You won’t hear me complaint though; its better than dealing with [insert negative attribute here] customers.
Hopefully, I’ll get better about writing on here. I’d always imagined my blog being filled with pages and pages of witty monologues, but it just hasn’t evolved into that yet.
Until then, Me if I was on South Park…
