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Open Letters: NFC Conference Championship Post Game Wrap Up FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

Dear 49ers,

FUCK!

 

Dear 49ers’s Harbaugh,

It’s because you changed from front pleats to flat front. GO BACK TO THE PLEATS!

 

Dear Seattle Seahawks and your very own troll Richard Sherman,

Again, you have proven yourselves to be rude, arrogant and completely unsportsman-like. To quote Rudy from Fat Albert: You are like school in the summertime. No class.

You sons of bitches have none. Zero. Zilch. Golden “Showers” Tate and your coach proved it last season. Richard Sherman proved it last night. Yeah, great, Sherman and Crabtree hate each other. That’s what makes football awesome. Real, deep , personal rivalries give us, the viewers, a little something to chew on. But when you take it to the level Sherman The Asshat did, it’s just disgusting. What is it that veteran players say? “Act like you’ve been here before!”

Sherman’s little act on the field was in poor taste (worthless penalty). Sherman’s act in front of Erin Andrews was fucking disgusting. Had I been watching WWE, I would have laughed and cheered. But since this is supposed to be a real professional sport, I just hung my head in shame. I prayed for his momma (shit ANYBODY’S momma) to show up out of nowhere and slap him upside his fool head.

Yeah, I hate the “both teams played well” bullshit that comes after every game, too. But holy fucking shit, dude. You took it way too fucking far. Instead of being the “hero” of the game, Sherman will be remembered for acting like a fucking arrogant asshole. You are the Kanye of the NFL. And I don’t mean that in a good way (Because, seriously, fuck Kanye). You are the rambling, swole-headed, shitbag who can’t stop beating his chest over and over to let everyone know how great he is.

Be excited you did well, but don’t be such a fucking douche-nozzle about it.

Act like you been here before.

 

Dear Referees of Last Night’s Niners-Seahawks Game,

Fired. Every single one of you deserves to be fired. Literally fired. Like from a cannon, fired. Lit on fire fired.

What is your problem with officiating in fucking Seattle? Why is every major game such a shitshow? Niners had the goddamn ball. How in the FUCK could you even dare to call it Seattle’s ball? I saw it, the crowd saw it, motherfucking Stevie Wonder saw it. And you call the play unreviewable and unchallengable. How?

One day, Harbaugh is gonna drop dead right there on the sidelines in Seattle and it’ll be your fault. Because you can’t figure out just what in the shit you’re doing.

Fuck you guys.

Open Letters: NFC Conference Championship Pre-game

Dear San Francisco 49ers,

I know that I recently said some disparaging things about California NFL teams. If you read the post, you will see that I was most definitely not talking about you guys. With that said, please, please, please for the love of all that is right in the world, please beat the fuck out of Seattle. Please. I want to see ANYONE on the Niners jam a football right down Golden Tate’s shitty, no class havin’ throat. I mean just cram it right down his gullet. Same for their coach. Fuck him all day, too. You motherfuckers knew you didn’t have that ball and play was called wrong!

Sorry. A little Ref-gate flashback.

But yes, please beat the fuck out of these shitbirds in their house.

Thank you.

Dear Los Angeles,

Let me reiterate: YOU GET NO TEAM! You motherfuckers had THREE GODDAMN TEAMS and you couldn’t keep nary a single one. If a kid breaks a moderately expensive toy three fucking times do you keep buying him new ones? HELL FUCK NO. You can’t keep what you’re given so no, no more teams for you. No new expansion team, no existing team moves. Not even Jacksonville. No. Fuck you. Deal with it.And even if you DID get a team, it would be just as pansy and cupcake as the goddamn the Chargers.

Oh the Chargers. Screw the Chargers. Now don’t get me wrong, this is not like Fuck the Seahawks. That level of hate is reserved for Time Warner, Goodell, Rick Perry and Jerry Jones. No, this is low level “ugh, screw the Chargers”. You have a weak name and and weak background for a name. “… general manager, Frank Leahy, picked the Chargers name when he purchased an AFL franchise for Los Angeles: “I liked it because they were yelling ‘charge’ and sounding the bugle at Dodgers Stadium and at USC games.”” This has got to be the lamest, most milquetoast background for an NFL team name ever. And we’re talking about a league that has a team named the Browns named after the goddamn owner. When I hear the name “Chargers” I don’t think of a strong team. You have a lightning bolt on your helmets, for fucks sake. The hell is that? You think you have power? Is that what that is? Weak sauce, man.

And any other team coming out of that area will also be seen as babied and weak. An L.A. team? What are you going to be? The Lattes? The 404? The Airport Hub? What? There is no strength in a California team anymore. You have the 49ers which on the surface sounds kinda pansy, but 49ers were grizzled fucks who went in search of gold. They had to be hard core to survive the claim jumping and fights and all that other shit I see in westerns and Looney Tunes cartoons. Then you got the Raiders. Their first name was the Señors. Then they wised up and said “oh fuck no” and changed the name 9 days later to the Raiders. That says strength. That says rough and tumble. That says “bitch we about to fuck you up.” Chargers? Not so much.

And what if you do manage to get an expansion team? Do you know what that means? That means Jerry fucking Jones gets his wish. He wants more teams so that playoffs are extended so that the Cowboys have a better shot at making it into the playoffs. Do you really want that? Do you want to make Jerry Jones HAPPY? The fuck kind of monster are you?

And while we’re at it, Goodell wants expansion teams in fucking London. That’s fucking Europe. If that’s true THEN WHY IN THE FUCK DID THEY DISBAND NFL EUROPE IN THE FIRST GODDAMN PLACE?? Rebuilding by starting with the U.K.? Infect them with the same NFL sickness we have? By having Jacksonville (motherfucking JACKSONVILLE???) have 4 “home” games over the next 4 years in London? Holy shit, that is NOT the way to get anyone to watch this sport! Just fucking stop with this nonsense.

We don’t need any more teams in this goddamn league and we sure as FUCK don’t need one in London or L.A. London has done noting to deserve the punishment and L.A. can’t keep track of anything it’s given so fuck ’em.

This post brought to you by a tasty as fuck drink called the Mia Tini from that there wing place off’n Howard Ln.

Dear Five Dollar Football,

It is sad to think that now that I finally got the hang of this fantasy football thing it’s come to an end. This was the first year that I made it to playoffs (so did everyone else. Shut up.). This was the first year I was not dead last or second to last. I was quite proud of how I did even though it took me far too long to drop RG3. I believe I scored the most points in a season than I ever have in the past. I was looking very much forward to applying what I learned to next year’s league but it seems that is not to be. 🙁 We had some good times. And it only cost me $5. Whee.

Dear ESPN League that only had one other person that I knew,

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WON THE LEAGUE! WHOOP WHOOP! Texans defense, never change.

Open Letters: NFL Week Fuck, Man I Don’t Even Know Anymore (week 10)

Dear Detroit Lions,

YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

 

Dear Tampa Bay Buccaneers,

FUCK. YES. Can I say that any louder? FUCK. YES. Fuck the Dolphins. Fuck Incognito. Fuck MRSA. You held them bitches to 2 (TWO!!!) rushing yards. Goddamn yes. A game that was supposed to be a battle of the suck (and it kinda was) turned out to be pretty entertaining! You blew your load with two trick plays in the beginning of the game, but you made up for it. SWEET.

 

Dear Jerry Jones,

Looks like you did indeed make a mistake firing Rob Ryan. Moron. You are why Tom Landry died a Giants fan.

 

Dear Jacksonville Jaguars,

Don’t get a big head over this. You’re still terrible.

 

Dear Cincinnati Bengals,

OMG That was fucking awesome. I know you ended up losing it, but fucking hell, Dalton. That was just beautiful.

 

Dear Seattle Seahawks,

Fuck you. Fuck you all day. Fuck you everyday. Fuck you until the end of time. I hope a team of howler monkeys pisses in each and every one of your ears, your Gatorade, and your mouths.

 

Dear Eagles,

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh man. Just…wow. Kinda proud of you.

 

Dear Michael Vick,

Dude. Hope you saved enough.

 

Dear Houston Texans,

Oh GODDAMMIT. Next year. Next year HAS to be better.

 

Dear St. Louis Rams,

I love you. Thank you. Thank you sooooo much. *sniff*

 

Dear Andrew Luck,

I laughed the rest of Sunday. I watched the Texans lose while laughing. I watched Dallas Cowboy all over the field while holding my belly in laughter. I giggled in my sleep. How you managed to beat Peyton in The House That Peyton Built only to turn around and get assfucked by the ST. LOUIS RAMS is beyond me.

The Gym

In early June I went back to the gym.

Yes. The gym.
Yes. EXERCISE.

I took my first weightlifting class as my PE requirement for college. It was glorious. Lifting heavy things felt so good. Since then I have lifted weights on and off. For about 17 years or so. I joined World Gym in 1998 after I graduated and got a real job. It turned into Gold’s and they started spamming locations all over town. Once I moved, I began to hate the going. There was nothing wrong with the gym. They had all kinds of amenities: a pool (used twice), basketball court (used never), exercise classes (used a lot. I miss Body Pump and Body Flow), cardio theater (used a lot), and machines as far as the eye could see. What more could you want?

To not have to cross I-35 on Parmer after work.

“Go before work!” Fuck you, I like sleep. I tried it. Hated it.

So I quit. After not going for a long time. Felt good. Bought a rowing machine. “I like the rowing machine! I could row all day!” Yes, I actually said this. I rowed a few times a week for a few months. Then I stopped. Because I was bored. “But couldn’t you watch TV?” Nope. Too low to see the tv. So I could only hear it. And it made my ass hurt. Then I saw a show called BollyFit on Veria.  Hey, I’ll try that. Did that for a couple of months. I didn’t hate it. But I was still bored. So I gave that up. Took 3 Zumba classes. Neat, but too far away. Took exactly ONE free Crossfit class. Oh my hell, no. So I sat and thought. What do I like to do? Run? Oh hell no. Jump around, looking like an idiot? No. Yoga? Not by itself. Weightlifting. Well…yeah. I like to lift heavy things over and over until I can lift heavier things. So why don’t I find a place where I can do that? I could do it at Gold’s (screw them) or I could buy my own (no room). Or…I can go to a place right in the middle between work and home. Take my clothes with me. Yeah, let’s see how that works out.

It works out beautifully.

I go to a tiny gym that’s in a strip mall. The equipment is well (ab)used. There is a power lifting room, a leg room and a boxing room as well as the main floor. There is not real layout (that I can tell). Machines are put where ever they fit (or don’t). There’s exactly 6 cardio machines: 2 each of treadmill, elliptical, and bike. There’s rarely anyone on them, but the power room is more popular than 6th street during SXSW. I pay more for one year than I would if I joined Lifetime Fitness for 3. But I actually go to this gym and would never go to Lifetime. I know I wouldn’t. Even though they probably have nice AC.

Oh, did I mention that my gym has no AC? Yeah… There’s nothing like going in on a 107 degree day and gripping metal for an hour or two. When everything you touch is room temp and room temp is 100. When the multitudes of fans blowing on you feels like a hot hair dryer and you jump on a cardio machine to sweat as fast as you can so it feels cooler. But hey, at least you’re always warmed up, yeah?

Now, I don’t know if this is because of my diet or because of the buckets of sweat I’m exuding but I realized something about myself now that I’m back in the gym.

I stink.

This is not basic b.o. mustyness. This is not the smell of unwashed ass. This is not the scent of unwashed con attendee on day 3. This…this smell is something else. It’s sharp. It’s tangy. It’s perhaps the smell of Satan’s own sweaty ballsack. This smell is so bad, so strong, that when I wash my workout clothes THEY STILL SMELL. “Soak them in the washer with vinegar!” Nope. They smelled like a Satan’s sweaty ballsack salad. Can’t use fabric softener because it can interfere with the moisture wicking properties (Under Armour is FUCKING AWESOME). I think I figured that out, though. I was hanging my clothes to dry (stupid $60 bra). This last time I said “fuck it” and put them in the dryer on low. So much better. But lord, where does the smell come from?? I have sweated before and never have my clothes smelled like this. Maybe I’m picking up the smell of the gym itself, I don’t know.

I also discovered that I sweat like crazy from the back of my head. It’s not just a little damp, this is full on someone-dumped-a-glass-of-water-at-the-back-of-my-head sweat. This is a new phenomenon to me. And it grosses me right out. I can’t tell you why. I don’t care about the sweat dripping off my brow or running down my face. But feeling it drip and roll around the back of my head in my hair? YUCK.

I don’t have an ending to this post.

They’re just short, not stupid

Why do adults think kids are fucking morons?

They’re not, you know. They know and understand way more than you give them credit for. When a kid says “I don’t like school” sometimes they JUST DON’T LIKE SCHOOL.It’s not always about it being too hard or too easy or a bully. No really. School fucking sucks sometimes. And parents? IT’S JUST SCHOOL! End of August and my Facebook (FUCKING FACEBOOK) was flooded with first day of school pics! I get that you want to memorialize this moment. I really do. Everything has a goddamned camera and storage is cheap. But remember: YOU want to memorialize this moment. YOU want to make it “special” for them. But in reality, it’s just the start of another year of forced learning for them. I cannot think of a single time when I was excited to go back to school. Not a one. And I was THAT kid who had perfect attendance. The kid who, when she was clearly running a fever, BEGGED to go to school and when she had to be sent home, immediately asked if it would affect my attendance record. No shit.

“*GASP* HOW DARE YOUR MOTHER SEND YOU TO SCHOOL WITH A FEVER!”

Bitch, my parents had fucking jobs. That’s what you did in the 80’s! Each parent worked and you got yourself to and from school and you damn well locked the door behind you AND GOD HELP YOU IF YOU LOST/FORGOT YOUR KEY!

Sorry for the derail. What was my point? Oh yes: WE GAVE NO FUCKS ABOUT THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! You’re busy running around like a chicken with your head cut off making special this and getting the camera ready for that and then you have a breakdown when it all goes to shit because your special little girl/guy woke up grumpy because all they know is that summer vacation is over and they gotta start getting up early to go to a place that is just not as awesome as being at home. And then you cry on Facebook (FUCKING FACEBOOK) because “you just wanted to make it special!” Well, just stop! It’s not special. It really isn’t. First day of school ever? Sure. First day of school and the kid is 10? Stop. You’re making EVERYONE crazy including yourself. I’m not saying kick them out the door and lock it behind them. Just fucking chill.

Next, choosing your words in front of kids. Ugh. This is just tiring. At 2 they’re like little parrots, and while I (being purposefully childless) howl with laughter when a little kid says “shit” or “fuck” in context (dropped your cookie? FUCK! blocks got knocked over? SHIT!), you may not find this so amusing. But at some point, they are going to hear words you may not like. Like “sex”? An adult on Facebook (FUCKING FACEBOOK) got in a tizzy because they were at church (CHURCH!!) and one adult was speaking to another and someone’s 7 year old child said “well what were you doing?” The woman turned to the child and said “I was having sex with my husband.” Well, lordy lordy, you would have thought the world was caving in. To be completely honest, she didn’t lose her mind. She did ask if she were being a prude in thinking this was not okay. She asked “Should this woman have talked about sex in front of a 7 year old?” Okay, first, the woman did not talk about sex (as far as I know). Saying the phrase “we were having sex” is a completely different animal than actually explaining what sex is. Second, they weren’t talking to the kid. In my completely unasked for opinion, the woman did nothing wrong. Kid asked, she answered.

“Oh but what about the inevitable follow up question? When the kids asks ‘what’s sex’?” Think you got me, huh? I got two (TWO, bitches!) answers for you:

Scenario A, The “Not My Kid” answer:

Kid: What’s sex?
Me:  Sex is something that happens between two adults. It’s how babies get here. But your parents probbaly don’t want me explaining it to you. Go ask them.

Reaction A, “YOU TOLD MY KID ABOUT SEX?!?”
I most certainly fucking did. And they didn’t die. And the world didn’t explode.

Scenario B, The “Goddammit, My Kid Asked What Sex Is In Public” answer:

Kid: What’s sex?”
Me:  Sex is something that happens between two adults. It’s how babies get here. But we’re out in public. I’ll finish telling you when we get home.

Reaction B, “YOU TOLD YOUR KID ABOUT SEX?? AT SEVEN??”
Kids ask questions. That’s how they learn. They ask, you answer. It’s what you do as a parent/guardian/trusted adult. Stop worrying.

This brings me to my other point. I initially wanted to say “stop spelling in front of your kids.” Because it sounds fucking stupid. Kids aren’t dogs that can’t handle “WALK” or “BATH” being said in front of them. But you know what? Keep spelling in front of your kids. Why? It builds their vocabulary skills. You’re not hiding anything from a smart kids. Hell, you’re not hiding anything from an average kid. You’re only hiding shit from lazy kids. Yes, lazy kids. In either Kindergarten or 2nd grade (definitely not 1st grade, because I remember that classroom being very different) we had our heads down doing, of all things, spelling work.  So it’s all quiet. Just the sounds of scratching pencils and flipping pages. And two teachers behind me were talking, whispering. But because it was so quiet, I could hear every goddamn word. Because I’m a kid. Kids are nosy even when they don’t try. And they were talking about another teacher who was pregnant. But they didn’t say that. They said something along the lines of “She’s going to have her B-A-B-Y.” And, still doing my work, I immediately say out loud “Baby!” Because I wasn’t a fucking moron. I’m sitting here doing SPELLING. “Baby” is a four letter word. Simple as shit. I’m sitting here spelling “cookie” for Christ’s sake. I thought I had done something horribly wrong because they stopped, looked at me, and laughed. Whatever.

You parents/clueless adults just keep on spelling shit in front of your kid. They may not be intently listening but they are hearing everything you say and processing it. Spell in front of them? They work that shit out in their head. Even better, since I see some of your Facebook posts and tweets, they’ll correct your atrocious spelling for you. So go ahead, spell away!

Man I was all over the place today.

Open Letters: NFL Week 1

Dear Cowboys,

I got nothin’. I didn’t expect that at all.  Keep it up, I guess.

Dear Giants,

Holy fucking shit what happened? I really wanted you to continue the win streak in JerryWorld, I really did. But you didn’t do shit. Ugh.

Dear Steelers,

The highlight of that game was the RedZone dude showing a freeze frame where everyone was perfectly still except for a blur of hair headed right for Jake Locker. Keep on keepin’ on, Polamalu.

Oh, and why did you cut Polamalu, Jr.???? I’ve just accepted that this season will suck huge donkey chunks. I will try not to get unreasonably angry when you inevitably lose to the Bengals, the Browns, and the seriously handicapped Ravens. I said try. I promise nothing. Nothing other than not giving up completely on you. You are not dead to me, just seriously ill.

Dear Texans,

What the? How did? OMG! *slow clap*

Dear Redskins,

DO NOT LET YOUR NEWLY WORKED ON QB DIE ON THE FUCKING FIELD.

Dear Patriots,

I love watching you struggle. I really do. I don’t know how you manage to pull it out in the end, but it was great watching the end of the Brady Dynasty.

Dear Clay Matthews,

Hey! Stop that shit! You’re better than that! You are no Suh! Cut it the fuck out!

Dear Green Bay Packers,

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  You got FUCKED! AGAIN! By a bad call! In favor of YET ANOTHER NFC WEST TEAM! I love you and all but BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Dear Kansas City Chiefs,

I…wow. I’m just amazed. I think Andy Reid is good for you. Congrats, guys.

Dear Peyton Manning,

*slow clap*

Open Letters: Fantasy Football Week 1

Mother. Fucker.

This is just not fucking fair.

We drafted last Wednesday, the night before the opening game. I thought I drafted fairly well. Other said I made pretty good picks (based on the past). I felt pretty good. I log in later and Yahoo rated my draft a D. A goddamn D. I have Colin Kaepernick, LeSean McCoy, I actually had GOOD wide receivers! But no, my draft sucks.

Or does it:

SERIOUSLY??!?!? FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!

220 points. Two hundred and twenty motherfucking points…AND I STILL LOSE WEEK ONE! Why? My opponent, the goddamn football whisperer, had Aaron Rodgers, Adrian motherfucking Peterson, Reggie “My Career Is Not Over” Bush, Anquan “Just Kick Me In The Nuts” Boldin and, Brian “Yes I love Defensive Touchdowns” Cushing.

This is probably the best goddamn week I will ever have. This is just not fucking fair.

Just as I was about to think positively about TWC…

Last night. 8:23pm. Home phone rings. 1-800 number. But my cell phone rings too. So it’s someone with my Google Voice number. I answer.

me: Hello? *nothing* Hello? *clicks* HEY! HELLO! (I give you three times)
Jake: This is Jake from Time Warner Cable! How are you?
me: Fine. (tersely)
Jake: Good! So I see you have our internet service. Are you interested in our tv and home phone service?
me: NOPE! Not one bit!
Jake: Oh. Well if you ever need us….

You motherfuckers. You had me. I was giving you actual praise for not upselling when I called Friday. Only to find that you just call back later for the sell. I was on the phone for 30 minutes for a 3 minute action. Not ONCE did I get an apology (Twitter does not count). I was on the phone that fucking long, don’t you think that I would have said “Yes please sign me up for your shitty DVR and crappy cable as well as IP phone that I still can’t rely on!”

Fuck. You.