Dan Bailey Opponent: Superbowl or bust Result: Win Score: 135.22 to 104.36 Season Record: 1-0 Thoughts: The real work of the season for me began on Tuesday prior to the start of the first weekend of football, having to replace my kicker. The Saints, for whatever reason, dropped Shayne Graham, whom I promptly replaced with the kicker … Read more
With the Michael Brown case having brought the issue of militarized police to the forefront here in the U.S., it’s important that we start discussing the issues that are at-hand, but we seriously need to think about solutions. First of all, we need to deter violence as the immediate solution by police. To that end, … Read more
So I’ve been meaning to do the Powderhorn 24 since it’s inception, and with all the bike commuting I’ve been doing this year, it seemed like a good idea to pull together a team to complete it. The Team Me — your favorite blogger. Ryan — a guy I’ve known through the bike community for … Read more
1. The Pedal Pub. Jesus, can you imagine? 2. Anything made by Dodge. Because every Dodge I’ve ever seen that’s older than two years looks and feels completely fucking ghetto. 3. A Smart Car. For starters, I’m 6’2″ — me getting into a Smart Car is like an elephant trying to fuck a chihuahua. Sad. … Read more
The list of words Eddy has added to his vocabulary (regular usage) in the last six days: Black Purple (sometimes uses the sign for “touchdown” derived from our viewing of Vikings games) Shoes Ball Cake Pig No Rock Lamp Nine words in six days. For him, that’s huge. ADDENDUM, 8/7/14 Now adding a word a … Read more
I am 41 years old and still wear cargo shorts. Is this a life fail (Y/N)?
— Dan Bailey (@fontosaurus) June 16, 2014
Okay, so it’s not always as inane as the tweet above. Actually, I spend a lot of time thinking about the future (see also: my StandOut! results), and not in a daydream-y, fanboy kind of way, but in a more concrete, “what are the possibilities and how can I prepare for them?” kind of way.
Without question and despite their getting knocked out in the ALCS, the 1989 Cleveland Indians remain one of baseball’s greatest teams. In the early season, held together by a core of aging veterans like catcher Jake Taylor and pitcher Eddie Harris, the Indians struggled. When out-of-control pitcher Ricky Vaughn was diagnosed with poor vision and steps were taken to correct it, the Indians began to gel, and then began a run so improbable that if it hadn’t gone down in the record books, you’d swear it was fiction.
Okay, so it was fiction. But even despite the semi-outlandish premise (you can just cook the books to move a pro team, just ask Norm Green), it was a movie that nailed a combination of memorable characters and great humor in such a way as to be unforgettable. That it’s not getting the same level of recognition as Ghostbusters is getting for its 30th anniversary is, quite frankly, a travesty. Nay, a fucking travesty
Note that this post serves as a counterpoint to my previous list, Five Places I Never Want to Live. 1. Austin, Texas. 2. San Francisco, California. 3. Bora Bora. 4. Vancouver, British Columbia. 5. Italy.
It occurred to me recently that, while I’ve mentioned him in passing, I don’t talk about Sam too in-depth here. I guess the reasoning behind that is two-pronged — one, parenting is kind of “old hat” at this point. I got this. Two, I kind of dread becoming the parent that does nothing but talk … Read more