Football and Hair

*Continuing on with feedback regarding coiffure and the NFL.*

I'm wondering if Brady is jealous of Troy Polamalu's hair...


Hahahahahaha! I just had to use that pic. lol. But. I think Brady is working up to something. A head shave must be on the horizon. Maybe he's saving it should the Pats make it to the play offs. It would definitely confuse folks.... just imagine it. Ray Lewis (of the Ravens) come charging into the back field and say, uh, Where's the Goldilocks dude?

Last week I watched the Patriots game at a place that gave free shots with every touchdown pass by Brady. He threw 3, as I recall. There should have been 2 shots for a kick off return for a touch down, and at least a free beer if Guyton intercepts a pass and runs it back for a touchdown. That would have about covered things, I think. But. Then my memory of the game would have been even more fuzzy.

This week I'm thinking they should give free shots with every Sanchez interception, and Brady touchdown pass. The total might not be as many as last week (maybe 1 and 1,) but as long as the Pats win.

Goooooooooooo Pats!

Gooooooooooo PATS!

hahahaha! And with that title I'll post the Cincinatti fight song *just because it is funny.*


But you have to admit, the New England Patriots song is more to the point...


I was going to write a post expressing angst over tough session ahead and blame it on Tom Brady's hair. lol. Because why not. But Mr GQ is still a great quarterback despite his locks. And while I have my doubts over the Pats abilities to prevail, I do think this season will be entertaining. Brady doesn't need hair like the fellows below to score. ;)


GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PATS!

There Ain't No Bad Luck Like... (A Poopy Toilet Seat)

*For those that visit this blog after I've sobered and had time, the full title is "There Ain't No Bad Luck Like... (A Poopy Toilet Seat)." This is a pretty much G rated blog. Because that's where my mind is, I suppose. And I do find the word poopy cute in its minimizing type way. But my usage here sort of de-humorizes in it's grossness. Poopy toilet seat? Encountered while watching a New England Patriot's football game? Of course they'd loose.*

But getting back to Buddhism. This being the time to avoid "poopy" and the underlying issue of the moment, a lost football game. Buddhism. Like I was saying... I heard someone describe Karma last week and it severely disappointed me. I've always thought of Karma as some free flowing whatever like thing? And this robed individual was linking it to past lives and whatnot. What a boner.

*Oh. Just realized I haven't stated the biggest reason this blog is "G" rated. I've never learned to cuss well.*

*Obviously.*

Ah, Brady. Where were you. As long as you don't go driving a car into a fire hydrant (see Tiger Woods,) we'll assume you're okay. And it wasn't you're fault. Or the defense really. Some might say it was? But. I kinda thought you guys (and its only guys like why isn't there at least a female coach) are still in a formulating stage you should've resolved a couple of games ago. The secondary of the Pats is among the best, I think, but it remains to be proven.

Next time I'll check out the facilities first. GOOOOOOOOOOO PATS!

*Sigh.* Did I mention I haven't won the lottery yet?



*I haven't checked the final Pats/Saints score. ugh.*

Nipping it with a Bud

*They say if you multi-task you don't do any particular task well. Or something like that. I'd claim the excuse of multi-tasking but I haven't had the energy lately to fake it. So my excuse for bloggel neglect is I've been just messing around inarticulately.*

On to more important matters. Relax New England Patriots fans. *Of course, you might notice the timing of this post... after Sunday's win. lol. You might think I ought to have posted this before. But hey, its easier to predict the future if its in the past.*

The Pats v. Jets game was not fun. I went to the place I watched the Pat's 2001 season, not where I've watched since. The main reason being my neck. So I blamed the Pats' loss to the Jets on my not drinking the fine beer of my normal perch. Yet I persevered this past Sunday for the Pats v. Falcons game. I again went back to the bad-beer easy-neck bar. The thing is, the 2001 season was a fine one. So my clutching a Bud while cheering ought to be a survivable offense. And the Pats came through. Through the fog of a healthcare debate the Pats won a game. lol. *Bar arguments can be so peculiar sometimes.* Though one thing about the game did stick out. Brady was yelling. My theory is, Gisele has him on a diet. He's looking skinny. So his temper is short. Someone quick give that fellow an apple pie.

I have been able to finish a few things. One is the lid thingy. Its been molded and is re-casted. Here's it in its last evolution. I'm happy with it.

Karma and the Injury Report

I tell people I didn't become a New England Patriots fan until Brady. *Wipe that smirk off your face, or keep it. He wins. Fake tan or eyebrow waxing who cares. If it helps, get a freakin' pedicure I've always wanted one.* You see, when Brady played in 2001, it was exciting. The energy level was amped. When Cassel took over last year? He did a great job the next energy level down. Its not that Brady is perfect, its that a Brady lead offense is always out there. Always playing.

When I saw that the injury report listed Brady as "probable" with a "sore right shoulder" for tonight? I'm like take it to the bank I want to buy a Powerball ticket. *well I do anyway but that's another story.* *See previous stories on the injury list and Bellichick's odd karma.* *Also, my assorted musings on the lottery.*

Butt. There is always a butt involved in tights, as it were, with football. ;) *Its amazing how many little old ladies watch football but I digress.* ;) *oh isn't such digression fun.* ;) lol. But this time its a knee, poor knee. And, in the interest of karma, I won't go on about that knee but say the fellow involved inspired one of my favorite posts.

But I will talk about second guessing. And how I, default in my mortgage but catching up stand, making my point with a coming winter sky. A really good player plays from the heart. I don't like the way players are moved about like pawns. I know they are pawns? They know that too? But a really good player plays from the heart. Feed a broken heart to karma and she'll bite you in the butt. That's all I can say. (Though. Seymour has moved on I'm sure, suffering only mild ego bruising. He is a pro.) The plus side is listing Brady's shoulder as "sore" and "probable" on the injury list. Keep the gray hoodies on Bellichick and I think Pats're gold. The upside to karma is she's fickle, particularly with winter sports. I haven't won the lottery yet and when I do I'll expert the Pats on their goings' on.

It was a fun game tonight. I like Buffalo as long as the Pats beat them. Sort of like an indulged rival cousin. That last pass hand off mess? Gold. Pure youtube fun for years to come. *below an instructional video for the Bills. lol.*


EDIT Hah! here's the Bills. Told you they need an instructional video!

Buying Beer on Credit

*And cheers to the bartender who let me do it.*

It involves the New England Patriots, of course. I watch the games from a comfortable spot, about the 5th or 6th stool from the end. You see, the T.V. is at a certain angle and my neck has a certain capacity of angle, and its best if the 2 are within consensus range. Throw in bad eyes and you've a particular choice of stool. Throw in a couple of brews some football and...

But I digress.

This Friday was good. I got my comfortably angled spot, good beer, and Brady the quarterback was connecting. When the Pats went hot they sliced through the Redskins like the Pats of 2008. This season could be good. I'm not totally concerned about the defense yet. I think it will take a few more games for the secondary to gel, and hopefully it will! And Brady's right shoulder? He had to do that. (Fall on it with arm extended like he was asking Haynesworth for a tip.) He was on orders from Bellichick. Last season they opened with not putting Brady's sore shoulder on the injury list for the first time in, what, years? And you saw what happened.* So in the interest of a healthy knee and healthy offense Brady's sore shoulder must soldier on.

Back to buying beer on credit. A fellow Pats watcher, J, is moving to Austin. He says he might get into watching the Texans. Which, I gotta admit is preferable to the Cowboys. And as a fellow football watching non-t.v. owner, he's at the whims of the bar stool occupying majority. They do say all sports are local.

Anyway. The beer was for beer, football (even if its the Texans) and fun. Cheers and good luck.

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*Brady's knee was injured in the first quarter of the first game he played not on the injury list as "probable" with a sore right shoulder.

Life is Good.

I could've ripped off some pic of Tom Brady who is, I think, being successfully coached by his model wife on the sultry look. Perhaps such coaching was the genesis of the comment he made about how modeling is more difficult than being a quarterback in the NFL. I don't buy that. I don't think many people do but as long as one particular lady does....

So Thursday I hurried my bubble butt down to my favorite perch for the New England Patriots games, and realized in the first quarter.... this is what I've been waiting for since the first quarter of the first game of last season. I usually do try to catch some of the preseason games. I like to see how some of the rookies are doing. Though its tough to figure out. Preseason games tend to devolve quickly and I have no real idea how folks do. But seeing Brady back? 'twas good.

Cheers peoples!

*Obviously the doodles have nothing to do with the post. By the time I finally got to the scanner at the library (and the one computer with the scanner was available) I forgot how I was going to use them in the post. ;)

Low Points

I'll start off with the high points first. I was going to call this, "Sometimes you loose," with particular reference to my cat, Ms Chubbs. She has lost a pound. I think its official now. Its gone beyond the wondering whether I'm weighing her post poop. If she lost a few more I'd be happy, she'd be healthier, and maybe she could clean her own butt. But even one pound loss is a victory.

Another high point was Moss' catch with 8 seconds left in the New England Patriots game, vs the Zets. That was a total Moss moment. However, not sure I want to write more, and therefore remember more, of that game. *I'm not a particularly good looser.* And besides, as I rushed to catch the last half, ducking out of a nauseating irritating computer class to do so.... Well. Suffice it to say, it was a full moon night.

But the low point I remember of the last half of the game? There was that amazing snap that resulted in about a 15 yard loss, I seem to recall, as I grabbed a beer. But what I didn't like, and was a major low point, was watching QB Matt Cassell yell at Big Ben Watson after he dropped a catch. Frankly, that was more painful than the dropping of the catch. And not very nice. I'm trying to not draw Brady comparisons, but I've never seen Beau Brady do that. Never. Which is one of the things I like about Tom Brady. Today I watched a bit of the Steelers game. And saw Rothensberger talk with a receiver that just dropped one of his passes. He wasn't yelling. *Yelling is uncool.* *Someone needs to tell Cassell that.* *Hey Cassell, yelling at your receivers is uncool.*

I was going to include yet another pic of my cat, The Amazing Less Chubby Chubbs, but she's being modest. Maybe later.

Oh no.

Its all Belichicks's fault. To be fair, there is a lot on the guy's mind. He's thinking X's this way, O's that way, and a few F's thrown in for the Freck of it. He doesn't have time for the G's (good luck charms).... specifically.... When I was getting ready haul my blubbery rear down to my favorite bar stool... located on the left (Left) end of my favorite bar... I contemplated a lump of silver. I was thinking about the difficulties inherent in a good luck charm. And how, good luck charms sometimes are something found. Or something that comes with history. And you risk, introducing a good luck charm into the mix it not being the right charm.... but merely a lump of silver that you kinda like when you are in the mood.

And my hurry-up-your-blubbery-rear-the-kick-off-is-about-to-happen thought pattern continued, if I wear my hopeful gargoyle*.... the fellow I haven't grabbed a chain for yet.... and something happened? Not having my pick up truck joy riding gargoyle would be a neutral. And, the last thing I'd say in my defense is.... the Pats should have won by 30 points anyway.

Here I'll point out.... the obvious. TODAY, SEPTEMBER 7TH, 2008, IS THE FIRST TIME SINCE 2005 THAT TOM BRADY, QUARTERBACK FOR THE NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS NFL , HAS NOT BEEN LISTED ON THE INJURY REPORT BEFORE A GAME. My little gargoyle ain't nuttin' against such precedence.
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I will wear Monsieur Le gargoyle for all future games. I promise. And I suspect Brady will be on the injury report for a while. *choke* Also, I can't really speak to specifically what happened... I need to be able to sleep tonight.
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(must also warn the reader (or 2) of my site that I am now taking some courses in quest of a paycheck. And may be even more sporadic.)

Animated Grass

Okay so I'm in a bad mood. I was going to title this post "Foot Fetishes"... But decided that it had more to do with animated grass...

Different professions attract different sorts of people. (duh.) Now, I love to sculpt, by myself, in a room, all day long. Time becomes enormous as you look and work on your stuff. Sitting with my opti-visor on (the jeweler's visor)... a mangled piece of wax in my chapped fingers... the world is absolutely huge. Its not like things are beautiful, or perfect, or even particularly meaningful... Its just huge. I move mountains every day at the jewelry bench.

One other aspect is a certain obsessiveness could be attributed to such detail work. So. Combine that to another interest and when I learned that Tom Brady hurt his ankle in the AFC title game I freaked. The Pats don't stand a Ben and Jerry's chocolate mint chip frozen yogurt in my freezer kind of a chance of winning the Super Bowl if Tom Brady can't play. I watched the famous boot video, read the stories, and checked every morning for updates.

And have reach a couple of conclusions. One, I'm kinda tired. Also, what is it about sports photos? They over saturate them or what? Sometimes I think the nostalgia for natural turf and mud is the longing for a different chroma. One picture that sticks in my mind is Bruschi on his knees, arms raised, some white snow on the green green grass with Brushci's black hair pale skin and clenched face...

I haven't a clue on whether Brady and the Pats will do well in the Super Bowl. I'm over the cusp of my "ankle angst." The only conclusion I have reached is Brady needs to date supermodels. Really. No one else could compete.

In Defense of Tom Brady (As if he really needs it...)

(A good offense might be all that's necessary...)

But really this is in celebration of my accidental prescience in not owning a T.V.. I don't own a T.V. because (for me) it is an annoying time waster that jellifies the brain. (And my brain needs no extra help there...) This time of year I almost regret it... but really. I would have watched 6 hrs a day both Saturday and Sunday and my rear would hurt and a lump of wax would be sitting in my studio in a still unmangled lumpish state. As It is... I watch 1 game a week, the Pats, and on their off week I watch whichever opponent scares me the most.

In not owning a T.V., not listening to commercial radio, not listening to talk radio (well. I do listen to NPR and BBC), I am a bit underexposed to the bullsh*t of celebrity culture. Whenever I am stranded in a place with plastic chairs and People magazines, like when my pickup is being resuscitated, I don't know who those People pictures are.

You see, I've figured it out. (I am soooo slow, I know, but, it's da jelly brain.) It's Brady's bad luck to be a superstar quarterback in not only a celebrity culture... but in an overanalyzed bloggified celebrity swamp. I have heard relatively (!) intelligent people suddenly go off on what a bad father Brady is. It's like you are talking football one moment and the next you're on the toilet, magazine in hand... I was talking to a guy and I'm like WTF... I don't know do you know and WTF! I was like... the folks involved are a bunch of millionaires and what's it too you anyway? And his answer was enlightening... he said well its in your face all the time. See. That's the difference. I don't own a T.V.... So I don't have an opinion on Brady's love life... or his fatherhood... or anything non-football.

And with not owning a T.V. I can say, beer in hand, with only the prejudice of being a Pats fan... this is some kind of good football we are seeing. Tom Brady is a truly great quarterback on a truly great team. People magazines kinda belong on plastic chairs... leave them there and enjoy the fun. GO PATS!

Lucky AND Good

Thankfully the Pats listened. (hehehehe.)

You know. I'm a bit new to this. The whole sports viewing/rooting kind of thing. It started a year or 2 before Brady was quarterback. I had a job in downtown Boston that I would get out of about 5:30-6 o'clock on Sunday. I'd head for the nearest bar and root for the loosing team of which ever football game was showing, and drink a couple of brews. I hated my job. Football and beer gave me a purge distance that helped... and then I got into watching the game itself. I really didn't root for the Pats until I moved to Rhode Island and Brady started quarterbacking. I have no knowledge to judge his quality of play.... he wins. But why I liked him at the first was that he made things happen. I think that is the core of what makes him great. The range of potential. He and others might look to stats, completions or whatever.... I think its still the potential that is what's important. Its what can be sensed in a player or a team... Its what gives a freak series of plays (SEE RAVEN'S GAME!!!) room to happen. They say you make your own luck. That could be open to debate. I do think you have something to say about potential....

This might be why people take sports so personally. When the team wins you are better... when the team looses... you loose. Whether you need the purge (wouldn't any teams' victory suit?), or the fulfilling of what you sense they might be able to do that, well, in some tangential universe, there is a potential you can don as easily as a purchased Brady jersey. Is living well a quality of limited viewing... well angled snapshots... or matching the player with the play.... And you the figure on the sidelines in a Hoodie. (An aside. This evening a lady that knew Bellichick's hoodie is the best selling item in the Pats store watched the game in the next barstool. (!))

And here I'll depart from psychological propping to real life flaillings. Flopping wildly about, as it were. The easiest way to piss me off is to suggest that artists (or myself) do not or do not want to work. Success is the one vindicator. But, in art... Okay. let me back up. With a job you have a paycheck. In any artistic fields you have... a show? a sale? a line of work that is marketable? an idea? Where does clocking in in the morning give you the paper to stuff up someone's nose? Honestly. Yet. It is assumed, that, as an artist you don't want to work. WELL FRAK THEM! A sentiment I will not apologize for. (Besides I love the word FRAK.) (frackety fracktey frak!)

eh. how to end this. Because you know it goes on and on. Its one of the compromises with life. Here I am, one round diagonal self, with nary a corner to blend into. There is the world with its ever flattening edges. Is sports gaining in popularity? I don't feel totally alone in this. Maybe others find other blending tools. More power to them. In the meantime... GO PATS!

Love the beer enjoy the game CHEERS people.

SUPER BOWL PATS!

Okay that now cements it. The Patriots are going to go to the Super Bowl in 2007. (!!!!) Just read my "Who Knew" post. You see, I just found out that Gisele Bundchen made the Forbes list as top model earner with 33 million (not the 150 million? where did I get that...) And that fits into my convoluted calculations a bit better. 33 million for GB+ 30 million for TB (who really cares about the "best quarterback" as long as you get to the Super Bowl) + a 30 dollar fine for me = .... well. Anyway. Let me think on this....

Who Knew

Who knew, indeed. But what I was going to blather about is the state of... well. Finances. Bleck. Today I discussed life with the manager of my local bank branch. Weelll. maybe not life in general but an overdraft or three and I am guilty. You see, life is way to complex. I didn't expound on this. Instead I brought up Gisele Buchanan and Tom Brady. You see, I read that GB earned 150 million and TB earned 30. Million. Last (one) year. And one of my overdrafts involved a $30 penalty on a $1.25 charge. Geeze. (I think I represent the amoeba of this story.) The local branch lady was nice and understanding, the bank person downtown who bizzarely kept hanging up the phone was less understanding. (What would Freud have said about her relationship with her phone? WWFS?)
I really don't think I misremembered the $150 million... and not even for a cure for cancer. or AIDS. Infant mortality is on the rise in Mississippi and a lady (I'm sure she is a nice person) is paid $150 million to walk around in a bathing suit. Now paying TB 30 mill.... well, go Pats, what can I say. Geeze. Like, win? My $30 penalty + TB's 30 million = three beers during a Pats Super Bowl.

Regarding the NFL Patriots

Who cares. In the background I'm listening to NPR cerebralizing over blogging. Now, I have read some fantastic blogs. And forgotten every single one (no not really but I have a point to make). I don't forget reading Tale of Two Cities while in Quito, Equador, or talking about Steinbeck with some CRAZY Canandian in Panachel, Guatamala. There is some great beer in Guatemala for all you NFL fans. And in Fiji. Man do you guys got some traveling to do....
As with all those cell phone crash drivers, I've taken up one neural track with another. How to listen to others while talking to oneself.... (present difficulties referring to...
Who cares.
I do re: Pats. (that's the title, anyway) I wanted to vent about Randy Moss. What I want to say, to me and the keyboard, is. I don't think individual desires and society expectation can ever be factored out. Simplified, shut up youse guys. Look at it. Do all families have a black sheep or do all families need a black sheep? People respond to expectations. There is something way to facile about how we deal with one another. I've heard it said that if you enter the public forum expect the the pubic discourse. But. If I were to say anything to RM I'd refer him to a blog I caught a few weeks ago talking about deliberate practice. A blog, mind you. (by Friendsvangard..? just to help out any anal retentives out there.) It was talking about success, and practice, and what made for success. Bottom line, if you want the touchdown do it all the time. Practice delibrately.

However. There's the individual thing and the organizational thing. Psychology. Whose playing footsie and why. I think the Pats played footsie last season. This season I expect them to go all out. Kinda like redefining the line. And RM? well. um. I wish the guy well. The videos I've seen are great. Pure talent. He is an artist. Its just, the deliberate practice thing. (Wes Welker apparently read that blog.) And how can any individual with a sense of self ignore massive BS? It'd take a Zen master. Hey, RM....

And another Pats thing. Regarding TB, our incredibly sucessful QB? His self absorbion? Give it a rest. Like, who do you know says all the right things all the time, and who isn't self absorbed to some extent? What contorted value system are we holding athletes too? (or not to for that matter). He is not, from what I've heard, more self absorbed, than 90% of the folks I know and I don't want to know the other 10%! Geeze people. You're paying him to win, and he and the rest of the Pats do that very freaking well. Quit nit picking. Were he to be involved in dog fighting I'd say call out the....

Anyway. Good night and buy more jewelry! That is, StoneyCharms.etsy.com. (Other jewelry dosen't count. We're going for the touchdown here...)