HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

April 25, 2011

Is it blasphemous to refer to the Celtics, Bruins & Red Sox as the Holy Trinity, especially the day after Easter? Well those three are a combined 12-0 so trust me it is tempting. As a result, these links promise to be fun, and not all depressing.

So I could give a crap, but I’m pandering to the (female) masses here…a schedule for what to watch on this Royal Wedding Week.


Something tells me Ference didn’t mind opening his wallet for $2,500. Im sure he thinks it was worth….especially since he’ll get over $10,000 worth of alcohol bought for him in Boston bars.


Um, this is perfect. Probably not completely safe for work.


This movie looks kind of Catcher in the Rye-ish, kind of sweet, kind of predictable, but whatever.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

March 28, 2011

Opening Day is 3 days away, so baseball will be the theme of today. If you don’t know baseball too well, click here for a brief history, Terrence Mann style.


The only commercial that ever inspired me to buy Nike.


So if the above two videos make me proud to be a baseball & Red Sox fan, this makes me want to cut all ties I have with Boston.


Finally, some awesome tips for your Fantasy draft, courtesy of SportsPickle.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

October 4, 2010

I posted this once before, but now it’son youtube so I get to embed it.  This airs tomorrow at 8pm on ESPN.  And I’m not doing this to be a d*ck to my Yankee fan friends, but our season just ended yesterday, you get to move on…deal with it.

(ps the man in the freeze frame is Dave Roberts, in case you didnt’ know. He stole the most important base in MLB history…)


For anyone that played simcity, especially the early versions, this collegehumor video is well worth your 90 seconds.


Here are a bunch of Social Network parody trailers (twitter, myspace, etc)…for what it’s worth the actual movis was damned good.


Since I’m not sure I’ll be able to make my car payment this month, tough for me to donate…however posting this link is hopefully helping out in some way.  No worries either way, but at least click on it, read about it, and think about it.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

September 20, 2010

I’m still pissed about the Pats second half performance against the Jets yesterday, so I’m going to be brief and just allow you to enjoy these links.  Oh, and enjoy them…they very well could be the last.

Speaking of the Patriots, here is a guide to 15 years of the hair of Tom Brady, commentary included.


Oh wait, now I’m in a good mood again after watching this 15 times already today.  It doesn’t feel like 6 years since the greatest comeback in the history of sports.


And I’ll end with another trailer, but this time an actual movie.  A movie I will be seeing on opening day.

HE SAID: Books Made Into Movies

August 12, 2010

I apologize a bit because this topic is kind of similar to our Remakes post a few months back, at least in terms of the underlying theme of lack of originality in Hollywood (ironic because I’m showing a slight lack of the same thing in my post).  But the fact remains this topic hit me karma is going to hit Lebron James last night when I was watching “The Lords of Discipline,” an early 80s flick based on the tremendous Pat Conroy novel with the same name.  The book climbed into my top 10 this summer, and the movie rendition made me want to vomit.  Though it starred a relative who’s who of 80’s stars who never really panned out (Judge Reinhold, Michael Biehn, David Keith), it was barely even a cliff notes version of the book.  After the movie I did what any normal individual does, and studied the crap out of it on IMDB.  What did I come upon? The movie version of Ayn Rand’s renowned “Atlas Shrugged” is finally in production.

At one time rumored to be starring the likes of Brad Pitt and Charlize Theron, it is now starring absolutely no one and being directed by a dude who’s main credits include 12 episodes of effing One Tree Hill.  Suffice it to say, I almost threw up on top of the throw up the movie I had just watched caused.  I know Congress is busy and all (oh wait, no they aren’t, they are in recess for a fu$king month, cause that makes sense), but since they have always been hellbent on getting involved in shit that shouldn’t involve them – steroids in baseball, concussions in football – why can’t they delegate a committee to put down productions such as a C- version of one of the greatest books ever written?

I don’t think we should just put the kibosh on making books into movies, but at the very least, a screenplay must be ok’ed by a committee of people who think it will do the book justice.  After all, some movies based on books are tremendous (Mystic River, Watchmen, the Police Academy Series).  But most suck.  We hear the same bullshit excuse all the time, “there just isn’t enough time in a movie to fully develop everything.”  Oh, ok…in that case…don’t make it!

All this anger probably can be traced back to October of 2004, because like everything in my life, it relates to the Red Sox.  What should have been unequivocally the happies moment of my life remains to this day slightly soured because the Farrelly brothers used the first Red Sox World Series celebration in 86 years to film the end of an abysmal version of Nick Hornby’s “Fever Pitch.”  Thanks alot assholes, you two clowns should’ve hung em up after “Outside Providence.”

HE SAID: Mainstreamedness

July 23, 2010

Look, I invented a new word! There is no way ‘mainstreamedness’ is a real word.

I’m going to start this post in earnest with my favorite joke (courtesy of faithful reader ZSarg9) – “How many indie hipsters does it take to change a lightbulb?…..wait for it…It’s a really obscure number that you’ve probably never heard of.”

And I’m not just poking fun at people who listen to indie rock (then immediately dismiss bands that make it bigtime), but to anyone out there that is snobbish about ownership over something.  I realize this topic sounds bit ironic given the general tone of most of my blog posts, in which I am generally snobbish about everything, but that doesn’t change the fact that these types of people are dbaggish.

Most recently it’s happened with soccer (and yes it’s soccer, because as Tosh.0 said, “I speak American (first time in awhile I’ve done the double paranthesees, but Tosh.0 is the best show on TV)).  I am a casual soccer fan, and by that I mean I watched lots of World Cup games, and I’ll watch maybe 5 games in total in the next calendar year.  And no, not one of those will be an MLS game.  As a result, myself and those like me get shit on for not being “real” fans.  Just like people who only started listening to a band like Vampire Weekend get shit on after they’ve had a bit of commercial success.  “Oh now you like them? I’ve been listening to them since before they got big.”  Great, now I know two things about a person like this 1. He/she has pretty solid taste in music and 2. He/she is also an uppity bitch.  And for what it’s worth, Vampire Weekend’s second album sounds pretty much like a bunch of b-sides from their first.  Another words, it sucks.

The thing is, I know what it’s like to be a snobbish fan…because I am one about many things.  Especially the Red Sox. I firmly believe that I am a “better” Red Sox fan than most out there.  BUT, that doesn’t mean I look down on other fans.  I embrace them.  Without the many casual Sox fans out there buying pink and light blue Red Sox hats and gear, the organization probably doesn’t have the financial capability of putting out a playoff caliber team year in year out.  On the same token, guess what die MGMT fans?  Those two geeks wouldn’t have been able to make a second record without millions of non-hipster fans downloading their first album just because they liked the song, “Kids.”  And uppity soccer fans, I got news for you too – you want around the clock World Cup coverage on ESPN again (instead of choice games being shown as was the case in the 90’s), you better hope us casual fans continue embracing your sport.

Ok, enough ranting. I hope this made sense…and if it doesn’t let me put it to you this way: If you are a faithful reader of this blog, you are one of about 100…once Nifer and I make it bigtime and start getting paid by a publisher to put a book together, don’t shit on the millions of new fans just because they weren’t faithful from the beginning.

SHE SAID: Mainstreamedness

July 23, 2010

Samuel Johnson would have a field day with you.  On the one hand, yes language evolves and adapts, on the other, no.  You can’t throw a word and some suffixes together and celebrate your literary inventiveness.  Perhaps Jeremy has taken on a new occupation penning Sarah Palin’s speeches.

The main issue here isn’t whether or not a fan was a fan before the hype, but more whether or not the appreciation is genuine or not.  Because I have no issue with someone who genuinely appreciates something regardless of when they discovered their passion.

Passion is contagious and beautiful.  I love watching my friends enjoy something or do something they enjoy.  And it is our love of songs or movies or sports and our desire to share that love with those around us that leads to mainstream appreciation, which is what most who are producing something want.  I love my brother’s passion for the Red Sox, day in and day out.  I love my son’s obsession with Indiana Jones, even though the first movie’s came out when I was in grade school and Indy’s so mainstream that xBox and Lego are cashing in on his fame.  And I am not going to tell my boyfriend he can’t like the Kings of Leon because I introduced him to them once their third album was out.

I do, however, get annoyed by those who are fans only because it’s cool to do so.  The girl in high school who claimed a lifelong love of Led Zeppelin shortly after she realized her crush was a die-hard fan annoyed me.  The sports fan who only watches during the playoffs/finals/world series and won’t shut up about it makes me feel cheated.  The woman who buys not because she likes the item, but because she knows it’s “in” depresses me, as does her endless and ironically fruitless journey.  The friend who will only listen to small bands that have yet to go mainstream loses credibility because his appreciation is tainted.  And, making me listen to crappy new bands, each trying not sound like the band that influenced them, gets old quickly.

The real fan, the audience member who can enjoy as if he or she was the creator, the person ahead of the mainstream, on the cutting edge – is it all a quest to define ourselves as something beyond average?  Are we more special if we can truly enjoy or appreciate?  Better?  Cooler?  Smarter?

I think it would be fantastic if people didn’t feel the need to fake or build up passion.  Ultimately, however, I feel guilty judging and commenting on whether or not someone’s appreciation is genuine or not.  Do you have to feel like Bob Dylan is the eighth wonder of the world to be able to enjoy his music and message?  Do you need to have considered asking your girlfriend to marry you on the big screen at a Sox game in order to be considered a real fan?  Maybe Jeremy and my frustration over enjoyment and the genuineness of said enjoyment is only our juvenile refusal to share a favorite toy.