Rate Me, Offseason Sunday Etc. Etc.

Hola hola. I come before you annoyed. Let me defer on the whinging and go straight to a constructive proposition: I will not rate you or your services. And here is my stand: NOT every service requested through the Internet requires answering a questionnaire. It’s unhelpful, unnecessary, invasive, and grating. Was

Love Stinks, Offseason Sunday Etc. Etc.

Hola beautiful gente. I read somewhere that if you write about your love, words will flow like a riverbed: continuously, along mushy or rocky edges. And in this time of solitude, unimpeded by pro fitbaw, I can’t help feeling overwhelmed by melancholy and yearning about In good times and bad, I

Get Your Nails: Sunday Offseason Etc. Etc.

♫‘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

How to Explain Bad Bunny to Your Children & Open Thread

Muy buenas noches, damas y cabrones. I may have mentioned years ago that I am from Puerto Rico, my country: where I work, live, and will die proudly—most likely as a patient after my third stroke, but I morbidly digress. OBVIAMENTE I was thrilled when boricua Bad Bunny was announced as

2025 Trade Deadline / Dreaming Open Thread

Buenas noches, damas y gérmenes. I’m subbing today for Rev because he had to attend a private zoning matter about a developing sinkhole near where he lives, which he asked to be kept private. Oh yeah, absolutely. So anyway, what happened was: there was a HOA meeting earlier today and someone

Threat or Travesty :/ 2025 Titans Preview

A bit of wisdom has been bouncing around my head for several weeks: we can’t change the past, and dwelling on past mistakes is suffering by folly. I thought that sounded like Seneca or Cicero, but I didn’t consult AI for fear of taking down an electrical grid about a

You Don’t Say, Pffft 🖕🏼: Sunday Chasm Etc. Etc.

A very good evening to everyone, fellow dwellers of The Chasm: the time between the preseason and the season. It sucks and was not always thus. It used to be that preseason ended, teams reduced rosters to 53 players in the next few days, and DB Chris Conte suited up

Yeah My Team Sucks. And? – Sunday Preseason Etc. Etc.

With the new season in the horizon, we must prepare. Inhale though your nose for four seconds; hold it for seven seconds while asking yourself if you’re a fan of a shitty team; and exhale for eight seconds while ruminating on whether your team will stink the NFL experience by