♫‘Suuuuuuuuup!♫ Oh, happy mood tonite. I saw something yesterday that totally amped me up—uff. Jesus Christ… But Imma talk about nails first.

When relationships end, a local saying here in PR goes “A nail gets out another nail [waits for acknowledgement of wisdom received]”. I see you’re unmoved. Ok. It has nothing to do with manicurin’. And please don’t go to the hardware store and ask for the nail-gouging nails. Un clavo saca otro clavo is about nailing folks. We romantic like that, ¿k?.

It’s about filling the hole in your heart carved by a loss (say, the pro fitbaw season), with a different (hopefully compelling), diversion, exploration, commitme 🤭😂🤣 Yeah, too far. Just some engagement.

Eniwei, interesting distractions are at hand. But first, hard facts:

NFL NEWS:

Legal tampering starts on March 9, and 2026 starts on March 11. The Combine starts eight days from now, whoopsie doo. End of section.

If willing to step away from the Goodell-sphere, we can build

THE BRIDGE.

Off the top, 🚧🚨SPOILER ALERT 🚨 🚧 it’s baseball-forward 🤷🏻‍♂️

The World Baseball Classic starts on March 6. Yeah, I’ll be watching. Venezuela is playing in the group located in [ominous music] Miami. Oh sí, the Venezuelans are hosted by the moar-Republican-than-U Florida Cubans. Surely politics will be scrubbed from the proceedings, delighting everyone with feats of gallant sportsmanship.

Puerto Rico will also be hosting games. Coming here to lose to the local squad are: Canada, Colombia, and Panama. Cuba is also scheduled to come here and play. I guarantee that, for the Cuba Cubans to come to PR: a mass animal sacrifice will be required to rouse the old Santería gods from their slumber and disrupt military and bureaucratic actions through afroing-up Pete Hegseth’s hair and short-sheeting Marco Rubio’s bed. A coupla weeks from the WBC starting, March Madness will be in full schizophrenia. By the time the Final Four is on, NBA and NHL playoffs will start. And with the Shenpiens in the background until May, and after the Mundial (which strats in early June)… There will be only a tiny full-MLB lull between the World Cup final and the start of training camps. tl dr

I’m confident it could get tolerable.

FINALLY,

Yesterday I watched “Rollerball” (1975), starring James Caan and John Houseman. Dios mío, what a start to a movie. This is how it starts: black screen, the MGM lion rawwr rrr thing, the United Artists logo, and then

Then the game starts

If you didn’t click, do it!

Anyway, it’s a rollerderby – fitbaw mashup with motorcycles and a steel ball the size of a grapefruit. Players are also expected to beat the shit out of their opponents. Rollerball makes Steve Atwater Era fitbaw seem like a Yoga class in comparison. I don’t know what it is about violence between professional athletes, but 😛

Yeah I knew about the movie but I’d never had watched until yesterday. I can’t fucking watch movies all the time! I’m not Peter Boitanovich OK?! Staying in the comfort of the middle class requires effort and compromise, which ALSO happens to be some of the themes in Rollerball. Such non-competitive-murder scenes are fine too, and the wardrobe and scenery are mostly solid colors without patterns or prints–very generic, which goes with the anti-corpo themes.

Hell, I might even watch the remake tonight. And enjoy it, on account of killer weed plus the promise of violence. For ever and ever, amén.