Weekend!
I’m pretty sure I make that joke every year. (That, and, come February 19th, “It’s the year of the Sheep already? I’m still writing year of the Horse on my checks!” Note: you can also use this joke with only minor changes come Rosh Hashanah.)
As such, I’m very much not looking forward to the various shopping trips this weekend. Costco will be a madhouse of people buying cheese dip, cheese trays, cheese crackers, and cheez-in-a-can. IN BULK. The grocery store will be equally disproportionately full.
Maybe I should merely go to the Pet Store on Saturday and wait to go food shopping on Sunday when, I expect, the stores will be empty excepting a number of women excited to be able to go to the store and have it be empty.
Come Sunday itself, that might be a very good day indeed to go see a movie, for similar reasons. Ah, who am I kidding, I’ll just stay home and wander to the google occasionally to see if Tom Brady is in a situation where it’s appropriate to make a joke about his balls. (“Hey! This is a family show!” “I’m talking about the footballs!” “Sure you were!”) I mean, if you’re not going to or coming from a Superbowl party, you’re probably better off hunkered in the basement. This is 2nd only to New Year’s Eve for being amateur night out there on the roads and safe and sound is the way to be.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Photo is “Footrace finish line, 1925” from the Seattle Municipal Archives, used under a creative commons license)
There is a sporting event this weekend, an event of a sport that I enjoy, but unfortunately it’s buried within a long stretch of some of the worst TV of the year. And yes, I know how bad TV can be, but Sunday’s going to be some of the worst of it. I’m not sure I’ll watch any of it. It’s occurred to me recently that I enjoy football the most in person, then probably secondly on radio. I’m not sure I’ll go completely old-school and sit around the big radio in the living room drinking birch beer and hoping that the Depression ends soon, but it’s tempting.Report
Not saying that I’m still embittered, but I’m also not likely to go out of my way to wade through the rest of the nonsense to see said sporting event myself. Very hard to motivate myself to care about the dudes who got there by snatching victory away from my dudes at the last possible moment, and it’s hard in a different way to care about the dudes who got there seemingly because of the cheaters in their midst. Like I said last week — is there any way they both can lose?Report
It’s like a Yankees-Dodgers Series.Report
I gather you’re a Packers fan (i.e. a good human being)? I think of the Seahawks as the worse cheaters of the two Superbowl teams, if you count the number of times they get away with holding.Report
I’ve recently switched to using a straight razor in the mornings, @pinky, and have been cutting myself more frequently as a result. I can verify that the product of these small nicks and slices is indeed green and gold.
Most holding calls actually don’t bother me all that much, no matter who does them — that’s the sort of thing that I see as a balance between the need to allow for physical aggression, which is inherently part of the game, and safety, which needs to be a bigger part of the game. Grabbing a guy in motion, and using your strength to “hold” him in place (or, conversely, evading and/or overpowering the grabber), is pretty much what American football is all about.
I’d love to call the SeaChickens cheaters, but in that NFC championship game, they didn’t seem to cheat, at least no more than the pushing-the-envelope-on-contact that all teams do and even the Packers were doing too. There wasn’t anything like the Fail Mary going on, either. What the SeaChickens did was keep their focus late in the game to take advantage of the Packers losing their focus and making small mistakes, and the took aggressive risks at critical moments. Not all of their risks paid off for them, but enough did. That reflects superior coaching than what the Packers were demonstrating. I’m on record elsewhere coming up with a list of fourteen or fifteen small mistakes by Green Bay, each of which on their own would have been easily survivable. But you can’t go in to a hostile environment like Seattle’s Big Bowl Of Noise and play in the rain and just hope that their gambles aren’t going to pay off for them to a greater measure than your mistakes are going to hold you back.
…Anyway, this doesn’t really count as “Never speaking of it again,” so now I’ve broken a vow.Report
For three and a half quarters, the Seahawks lost a butt-kicking contest against a one-legged man. That doesn’t bode well for them.Report
@mike-schilling
It’s like a Yankees-Dodgers Series.
Oh those were glorious ones. Three times from 77 to 81.Report
I threw this in an off-the-cuff, but since it was so last-minute I’ll mention it here also – we’re doing a Listening Club tonight. Leave me a comment if you want to come and didn’t get an invite.Report
Argh, we’re doing a date night. Let me see if I can get her to let me bring the laptop to dinner.
(Prediction: News of my body being found will come out sometime next week.)Report
Just don’t “punch-buggy” her while you ask. That never goes well.Report
For some reason, that reminds me of my favorite in-car fight. It was with my son’s mom, and it was actually a few years after we’d broken up. My son was 6 or 7, and was very sensitive to cursing. I mean it really upset him. And unfortunately, his mother has a mouth that would make a sailor blush.
So we’re in the car, she’s driving, and I was sitting in the back with our son. Someone pulls out in front of her or something and she screams (I’ll Rot13 this, ’cause it’s a lot of cussing):
Shpxvat ovgpu!
Which remains one of her favorite expressions. So our son looks at me, upset, and says, “Daddy, Mommy said bad words!” So I say to Mommy, “I think you might be cussing too much in front of him. It really upsets him.”
She turns around, as we’re doing 80 on I35, and yells,
Shpx lbh V qba’g shpxvat phff gbb zhpu va sebag bs uvz.
I had no response.Report
How’d you ever let a beautiful and delicate flower like that get away from you, @chris ?Report
Hey, she’s still single if things don’t work out between you and your wife.Report
Nah, I hear she’s got a kid. Not my scene, man.Report
If it’s ever possible to do a not-weekend night LC, I would selfishly vote to do one.
It’s one of the things here I most want to do, but weekend nights are pretty impossible for me most weeks.Report
A weeknight might be hard to do for me (start too early and the kids are still up, start too late and I can’t get myself to work and them to school in the AM); but you shouldn’t let that stop you from doing one, especially if there’s a holiday that can be taken advantage of.Report
I just learned that the super bowl is this weekend. This has not changed my plans….of not watching it.Report
Two words: Super Bowl.
Tomorrow I am picking up many, many pounds of whole chicken wings to marinate for Sunday. Sunday I am cooking wings, and then watching the Super Bowl with friends. After that, I will either be dancing and singing all night, or quietly crying in the dregs of whatever beer or whiskey is still left.
I believe I have many other things planned between now and then. I do not care about any of them.Report
Tomorrow I am picking up many, many pounds of whole chicken wings to marinate for Sunday
I know where I’ll be Sunday.Report
Shakespeare in the Park?Report
I am seeing A Most Violent Year tonight.
Tomorrow I am going down to Santa Cruz because two friends from law school are thrown a combination Mardi Gras/birthday party for their 1 year old daughter. One of my friends is from Louisiana obviously.Report
Have plans for tonight, so no listening party for me.
Nothing special planned for tomorrow.
Sunday we go see The Magic Flute.
I doubt I will catch any of the game, but I usually do not.Report
Ah, this weekend. So I don’t really do the sports thing or follow this (aptly named) “hand egg” sport, but whatevs. Here’s the deal: I just started dating this new girl and she kinda cool, but kinda rough around the edges. Anyway, she and her roommate (who is also her ex-g/f, which long story there) are both huge sports fans. So I’ll be spending Sunday with my new g/f and her roommate watching the hand egg game.
So here is fun part. Of course, I’m in Boston. My g/f’s roommate grew up hereabouts, in one of those interminable Massachusetts cities that are not Boston (and whose name is pronounced in a way unrelated to its spelling). My g/f, on the other hand — well, she’s from Seattle, it turns out.
If I’m lucky there will be a rambunctious booze-induced tranny fistfight followed by hawt sex. At least I’m hoping. I’ll probably shower before.
Failing that I’ll just watch the silly game. Evidently the home team “shrunk their balls,” which interests me as a transsexual.Report
I hope your date goes well, and you enjoy any and all sporting events that take place!Report
We have a lot of stuff to do because (spoilers) weekend after this one, we’re going to Disneyland with some of my family (including my just-barely-school-aged niece). So this is the weekend of leaving-the-house-in-decent-condition.
Going over to C’s house to finish up the Librarians, since neither of us is all that excited about the Superbowl and Dman will be off watching it elsewhere.Report
Lbh’er gur Fhcreobjy ZIC? That is a hell of a spoiler!Report
Shhhhhhhhhh. 😉Report
Wow, I never notice that Zic’s handle is a rot13 for MVP. Makes me wonder about her true identity…Report
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain if you know what’s good for you . . .Report
For those who would normally watch the game but are considering alternative plans for this Sunday, read this: http://tanyarayfox.weebly.com/blog/how-the-nfl-made-a-fool-of-you-with-deflategate
disclaimer: that came from my FB feed, and that’s a cesspit of pro-pat-propaganda right now. But it came from some people who are probably peeved that the pro-pat-propaganda has taken over all normal discourse, reason, and is making it hard to enjoy their websurfing time as they’re accustomed to.Report
Had a guy stop by the house today to try to sell me some bulk meat. He almost sold us on it (we’ve been talking about it for a while), until we looked up the company online. Guy stepped out for a minute probably sure he had made a sale, and then lost it due to something there was nothing he could do anything about.
It was a long couple of minutes as he packed everything up. Felt kind of bad, but I guess you take your chances when you sell door to door.Report
My father was officially diagnosed with Alzheimer’s last week, so I will be heading up to see him this weekend. I see this as being a very depressing weekend, with hopefully a Seattle bright spot.
Go ‘hawks!Report
That’s rough, aaron. I’ll be thinking of you and your family.Report
Thank you, Maribou.Report
My wife went through that with her mother — it’s a tough one. All my sympathy.Report
Today was the last day of hunting season for me. We ended with an uneventful goose hunt but were treated to a lovely morning. 20 degrees when the sun came up and an absolutely beautiful sunrise. Mostly a tough year in terms of game in the freezer. A few geese, some doves and frog legs. No deer, no duck, no rabbits. I’ll do what I can with what I have.
Now is the time when I wash all my hunting clothes, clean the mud off my gear, clean guns and put everything in storage. Then I tackle the honey-do list all of February and March before turkey season in April.
This weekend we have a very belated holiday party to attend and a nephew’s basketball game. I will continue my 20-year tradition of ignoring the Superbowl and probably just watch a movie. Chicken wings sound good though. I’m sure BW3 won’t be busy…right?Report