Thursday, March 27, 2008

My Sport Can Beat Up Your Sport


As I said yesterday. Fantasy Football is for fools. Fantasy Baseball will always be way better. Here's why:

10. Fantasy Baseball Has Manny: Not only is this guy a great REAL player, but he's the great fantasy player as well. And if you draft him, you get to watch him EVERY night. Granted, he won't steal many bases, but if outfielders cutting off throws were a category, he'd win. Sure, the Patriots had some great fantasy player to root for like Moss and Brady, but you probably didn't have Brady on your team because.....

9. Stupid Guys Like Willie Parker, Frank Gore, and Stephen Jackson Get Drafted Before All Stars: This is without doubt the stupidest thing about fantasy football (and so it should probably be number one). Everyone admits that in real football, you need a quarterback and that you can't win without one. We also now that there are two guys who can actually play the position well in the whole world. But for some strange reason, fantasy football makes these guys- who play the leagues most important position- go in the middle rounds. Where did the best player in football get picked last year? The fourth round? Fifth? Sixth? Alex Rodriguez is the best player in baseball and Albert Pujols is the second best. Guess where they go in a baseball draft? One, two.

8. In Baseball, You Get What You Pay For: Short of some freak injury, if you take David Oriz in the first round you get... David Ortiz. The same cannot be said for stupid football where first rounders are routinely underproductive or in fact, hurt. Back when I participated a few years ago, you had to take either Marshall Faulk or Priest Holmes at about the six pick, yet everyone knew these two were going to get hurt. It's weird. Imagine Rocco Baldelli HAVING to be a six pick? Stupid. Just stupid.

7. Baseball Has Guys That Look Like Us: Did you see that picture of Beckett as he threw a pitch and his shirt lifted up in the Globe? It was awesome. The guy made Phil Mickelson look fit. And then there's the reigning Cy Young Award winner. If you were to play a pick up game of ANYTHING, C.C. would be the last picked. But in baseball? He receives one of the most prestigious year end awards.

6. Fantasy Baseball Has Pedro And His Quotes: Granted, football has the two of the funnier sports moments of the last five years in "straight cash homey" and a dude doing sit ups in his driveway, but nothing is better than Pedro. Three classics that support this:
"I dominated the era and I did it clean."
"Who is Karim Garcia? I have no respect for that guy."
"Wake up the damn Bambino and have him face me. Maybe I'll drill him in the ass."

5. Setting Your Lineups: If I have to listen to one more ass clown tell me how he, "sat so and so because he was going against a tough defense and then he exploded," then I'm going to toss my cookies. You know what? DON'T SIT THE DUDE!!! And in what sort of fantasy sport do you sit good dudes because of who they are playing? Imagine sitting Kobe because he's going against lock down defender Bruce Bowen. Or benching Ryan Howard because he's facing two tough lefties in a row. Stupid fantasy sport with stupid over analyzing.

4. Stars, Stars, Stars: Fantasy baseball has them, fantasy football doesn't (who is this random Packers running back predicted to go high in fantasy football drafts? You know who goes high in fantasy baseball drafts? Johan Santana. Heard of him?). Sure, there are guys in fantasy football who put up great numbers in an individual year, but on a consistent, year in and year out basis, there are very few real stars with the exception of Brady and Manning. And as in said in number nine... Well, read number nine again...

3. Devin Hester: On the few occassions I've watched Sportscenter during the NFL season, I see this dude who apperas to be the most exciting player in football. He returns kicks on a regular basis and apparently, opposing teams have developed a strategy to NOT ALLOW HIM TO TOUCH THE BALL UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE. Guess where he gets drafted? Oh that's right, he doesn't. Jose Reyes is the most exciting player in baseball. I think he gets drafted. 17th round usually, but he's definitely drafted.

2. Tony Romo: He is the third guy picked at quite possibly the most important position in all of sport. And he's Tony Romo.

1. Without Fantasy, The NFL Would Be Nothing: Give me a second here. I understand the the NFL has currently supplanted my binkie, baseball, as Americas most popular sport (which is actually fine, since I hate most of America). But here's why: Fantasy. Where other leagues shun this dork ass world of fantasy sports, football EMBRACES IT!!! There are Fantasy Advice segments of pre-game shows. There is a Fantasy Corner column in one of the world's biggest newspapers, The Boston Globe. Networks track fantasy stats with a ticker along the bottom of the screen. ESPN has a television show in which celebrities (quasi celebrities that is) participate in a fantasy football draft.

Football knows that it is such a lame sport so they have EMBRACED fantasy and its geeks in order to garner more fans. I mean honestly, are you really watching that Bengals vs. Broncos game on Monday night if you didn't have, "Johnson and Cutler going tonight?" I'll tell you the answer to that. You wouldn't. Wanna know how I know? Because when you don't have a fantasy team, you could not care less.

Think about it. YOU don't have a fantasy hockey team and you are certainly not watching a Penguins/Capitals game on Monday night. Sure you can say you don't like hockey and it's boring, but this is a game that has two stars in Ovechkin and Crosby and you STILL won't watch it. Yet if they were on your fantasy hockey team, you most certainly would. I guarantee it. Try not having a fantasy football team one year and notice how free your Sundays are. Yes, you will always watch your home team because you are a fan, but if the Pats are playing Monday night and you are fantasy football free, I guarantee you will not spend you Saturday watching Marshaun Lynch and Michael Pittman (does he still play?)

And the NFL knows this. So they embrace fantasy in the hopes of keeping viewership at all time highs. Poo-poo (I just wrote poo twice) my theory all you want, but if you really think about it, you might just admit that I have a point. Albeit a relatively miniscule one.

Well, back to Rotoworld for me sports fans. I gotta see some updates on the Mariners and A's fifth starters.

Yes, I Do Know Who Led The Royals In RBI in 1997 (Dean Palmer)


There are many things that make me a geek. My Star Wars Shelf. The fact that I am the Chess Coach at MHS. My love for the daily crossword. I took Latin in college (lots of REALLY hot girls in that class).

But the single biggest bit of geekdom that I am involved in is Fantasy Baseball. And I love it.

Fantasy sports have evolved to the point where EVERYBODY has a fantasy football team. Even women. In fact, a woman my brother knows said to him recently, "I can't wait for fantasy football to start up again." Cross her off the list of people I want to date. Other things that I find uber geeky are also now culturally acceptable, like golf, liking David Archuletta, and watching musicals.

But for some reason, fantasy baseball is still considered by the masses to be SUPER geeky. Maybe it's because we use acronyms like VORP (which I bet less than 1/100th of the population uses). Or maybe it's because baseball players don't tackle each other. Or maybe it's because we ask questions like, "Now that Scott Rolen is out, does Marco Scutaro go for $3.00? Or should I take a flier on John MacDonald?"

But it's always kind of confused me why fantasy baseball gets hated like it does. Tell someone you participate in a fantasy baseball league and they give you my favorite I-don't-have-time-for-that line. It sounds something like this:

"Oh, I don't have time to for that. Baseball's everyday. I'm too busy tending to my rhododendrons."

To me, that sounds like you saying, "I'm not smart enough to do fantasy baseball, so I'm going to shit on it."

Well, I'm here to tell you that you can call me a geek all you want. Because I'm in a fantasy baseball league and I'm proud of it.

Like many things, fantasy sports have jumped the shark (has the phrase "jumped the shark" jumped the shark?). For the seven of you that don't know, fantasy sports are a multi million (billion?) dollar industry with websites and magazines galore. As I've mentioned many a time, you cannot go to a bar or a gym locker room in mid October and NOT hear: "Donovan McNabb's 9 for 21 passing performance just killed my week."

We all know my hatred for fantasy football (don't ever call fantasy baseball fantasy football again Marissa), but I am a staunch defender of the greatness of fantasy baseball.

You might ask why I defend fantasy baseball and shit on fantasy football as the two seem so similar, but here's why I do: Baseball is awesome.

And here's the other reason why: The Karkovice League is the greatest (and quite possibly one of the longest running) fantasy leagues of all time.

Our league is led by Eric, the greatest, calmest, most fair commissioner ever. His best friend/league co-founder/partner in crime Seth is his right hand man and they make the perfect league perfect. In 1989, while I was busy wearing flourescent colored Champion sweatshirts, with pegged acid washed jeans, and boat shoes with no socks, these guys were running a fantasy league. At that time, most people thought the phrase "fantasy league" referred to a high class prostitue ring (one Elliot Spitzer probably frequented). Now granted, Eric and Seth probably didn't get that many girls (although my math teacher friends tell me that you cannot get less than zero, which is the amount of girls I got at the very same age) as they sat at the cafetaria and debated whether or not Candy Maldonado could really repeat his 22 HR, 95 RBI year (I can't believe I just referenced that. Now wonder why no women like me). But you still have to give them credit for doing something that NO ONE else did at the time. Now of course, EVERYONE participates in fantasy sports and Seth and Eric look like genuises. In that way, they are a lot like me with this whole blogging thing. I pretty much INVENTED it.

Over the years, we've had various dudes run in and out of the league (Eric and Seth. Remember how much that kinda heavyset dude in like '97 paid for Matt LeCroy? And that was even before he was the I'm-kinda-okay-because-I-qualify-at-catcher Matt LeCroy), but of late, we've had a pretty nice core.

But more important than being nice (actually, I'm not sure I even like the guys in my league. Between trash talking Dave, Neo-Con Tim, always beats me Scott, first time Lucky Bastard Brad, way too nice to be friends with me Jim, wise ass Joyce, and my wanna be Theo Epstein brother Mike, I'm not really sure I like any of these guys, save for Seth and Eric. And even then, I'm only being nice to them so they will invite me back into their league), these guys KNOW THEIR STUFF!!!!!

In years past, I've been in fantasy leagues with dudes who have as much sport intelligence as Paris Hilton (I'll never forget getting a call from my boy Tim- who was chasing me in a hoops league- saying that he acquired Michael Jordan for Drazen Petrovic, who had just died in a car accident). And I've also been in leagues with three pitching categories (remember Ken Chutchian's league Tim? How was he, with his radio ready voice, not a night DJ on Magic 106.7?) and stat sheets that were done by hand and MAILED to my house! That just isn't the case in The Karkovice League.

For starters, the guys in this league know everything. There is no sneaking anyone past these guys. They know the Rangers fifth starter (Luis Mendoza) and who might get saves if Jenks goes down (Octavio Dotel). They know they exact amount to pay for Manny Ramirez and they know not to bid any more than fifty cents on Scott Rolen (was that misdirection men?). They know that if I bring up Curt Schilling, then I have to pee and they know that when they need me to spend money, they will bring up a cool, black guy with good hair (imagine what I'd pay for Jimmy Rollins?). And if they REALLY want to make me spend my money, then they bring up the name of a guy who has had a "great spring."

And we have also moved into a new age. Instead of getting stuff mailed, we receive updates every morning via this crazy think called the internets.

But as technologically advanced, competitive, fun, and financially rewarding(potentially- but not for me since about '99) as the league is, what really makes it great is that it allows me to feel like an elitist.

When dudes with tribal tattoos and fades are discussing cars and Larry Johnson at the Bally's in Woburn, I can just shake my head and say, "these guys just aren't smart or classy enough to be in my baseball league."

And I really wish this weren't true, BUT IT IS! I have other friends who talk about their baseball "drafts" and they wonder who they should take with the nine pick.

NINE PICK?!? In fantasy baseball?!?!? You guys are amateurs! Because REAL (super dweeby) baseball guys use the auction draft. The auction draft is for ELITISTS! And not only do we do an auction draft Mr. Tribal Tattoo Boy, but we do an A.L. ONLY auction draft! With two catchers! And a middle infielder position! And seeing as we have ten guys and there are only fourteen teams, that means SIX OF US ARE GOING TO HAVE BACK UP CATCHERS ON OUR ROSTER!!!!! How elitist/dweeby/awesome is that?!? So we CAN'T get by on just knowing the Russell Martins and Victor Martinez's of the world. We need to know Tampa's back up catcher for crissakes! And Baltimore's too (is it Rick Dempsey by the way?)!

And so having to know this information makes me feel like a baseball snob, which is exactly what I like to feel.

So while Dakota from Braintree will be calling the Big Show discussing simple things like Jason Varitek's lost bat speed, we REAL baseball fans will be discussing things like who the Mariners are going to give at bats to when Sexson has a .197 2 8 line after April. And sadly, I won't get to pick up whomever that guy is because Dave will have already picked him up as he's (somehow) currently reading Rotoworld even WHILE he reads this.

So shit on me all you want folks. I love fantasy baseball. But I love OUR fantasy baseball. Nothing else comes close.

Christmas morning is almost here. But instead of opening the Atari 2600 or an Optimus Prime, I'll be deciding what to bid on Joe Mauer (not a dime over 9.50 boys).

See you Saturday Eric, Seth, Mike, Tim, Brad, Scott, Jim, Brian, Dave, Mr. Saber, and Mr. Berger. I'm bringing my A game this year, so there will be no exorbitant Dan Haren bids.

Coming tomorrow: The Top Ten Reasons Why Fantasy Baseball Is Way Better Than Fantasy Football...

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

So Why Wouldn't You Vote For This Guy Exactly?


My boy probably committed political suicide yesterday. But that's okay. Like Atticus said in To Kill A Mockingbird, "...Well, this may be the shadow of a beginning."

Because we cheer on Kevin Garnett, sing the praises of Denzel in Training Day, and laugh at Dave Chapelle, we think that issues of race are over. Here in Massachusetts, we fought through busing in Boston and we elected a black Governor in a landslide victory. Personally, many of us have dated people of a different race, extinguished the n word from our vocabulary, and made Pokey Reese a cult hero. But for anyone to believe that race in this country is still not the A, Number One issue, you are fooling yourselves. We've now been at war with a country for five years; gas prices are our of control and we still buy SUVs; our raises get smaller as the cost of living skyrockets; and health insurance companies continue to abuse us. And we don't care. No one raises a stink and there are no protests. When people suggest alternatives to oil, they are laughed at for being hippies. And when somone questions the war in Iraq they are "not supporting the troops." But there is one issue where people still have strong opinions. And it is also the very same area that absolutely no one wants to discuss.

Almost every time I am in a social setting, the issue of race comes up. Whether it is in regards to immigration and those filthy Mexicans stealing our jobs or Barack Hussein Obama being a Muslim, the issue of race arises frequently. And every time it does, it gets awfully feisty.

In the past six months, I have been sent the Barack is a Muslim Terrorist email three times. I also had multiple friends send me an article in which Chuck Klosterman touched on the strange cheer that Brian Scalabrine gets when he checks in for the Celtics (before you lose your mind on this, please, please, please watch a game and note what happens. My friend Matt who originally sent it finally noticed it and he was stunned at the odd cheer.). I have had a fairly over-the-top yet extremely rationale counter argument for each of them (and if you haven't seen the Barack email, here's the counter argument: It is an outright lie so frightening that if someone believes it, they should probably be hanged) and each of my counter arguments is responded to with an email or comment that can be summarized as, "whatever."

Well, yesterday, Barack did something that I have been trying to do for years: He discussed the elephant in the room. The elephant being race of course.

For some weird reason, talking about race in this country is like talking about cannabilism or incest. For years, I have tried to have conversations with people about race. They often turn ugly and that has been mostly the fault of me and the bulging vein in my forehead. But as much of the blame as I take, I refuse to take it all because many people in this country refuse to grant my racism is still alive statements any credence. And that sucks.

I am by no means saying that I know a single soul who thinks we should ressurect lynching. I disagree with Reverend Wright's statements that this is the US of KKK A. And not a single one of my friends would ever treat a black person they meet with any contempt. If I were to bring a black woman to a friends wedding tomorrow, all of my pals would treat her just as fairly as they would treat any other woman. They would likely have questions regarding her sanity for dating me, but black, white, or Martian, she'd still get those questions.

That said, I just wish that people would grant my arguments some amount of respect. Racism does not look like it did seventy years ago. Black men are not tied behind trucks and dragged around parking lots filled with broken glass (although that has happened in my lifetime). There are not seperate drinking fountains and bathroom for black people and white people. And we no longer have segregation in our schools. Overt racism is dead, largely.

But that is not the racism I am talking about today. The racism I am talking about is the inherent racism that exists everywhere. The one that no one admits exists. The one no one wants to talk about. Much like the way I wore my hat freshman year at college, we want the past to be expunged. We want our terrible history of racism and hatred to be a thing of the past and so we fail to even discuss that there is even the tiniest possibility that racism may still exist.

In the quiet of our homes (or in the independence of the voting booth), I often wonder what people really think of Barack Obama. It is easy to cite his lack of experience (but doesn't this apply to McCain? And what really is experience in politics? Is there anything that can prepare a person for the decision to invade a country? Does allocating funds to the schools of a state prepare a person to balance a multi-trillion dollar budget? Is a VP experienced because he's toured the country schilling for a president and cutting ribbons at bake offs?) as a weakness. Also too, his lack of platform is often listed as a weakness. But go back and evaluate every single presidential candidates platform and I guarantee they didn't do as they promised (No new taxes? Universal health care? SDI?).

But in my mind, Barack's strengths far outweigh his weaknesses. In a country where the divide between the haves and have nots keeps increasing, why wouldn't you- unless you are in the top 10%- vote for Barack? Why would you want another old, white guy in office? How can you not respect Barack's intelligence, passion, and ability to unite? He is not a used car salesman. He is not a flip flopper (Kerry was quite possibly the worst presidential candidate ever put forth by the Dems) or an elitist. He does not use the same two phrases (evildoers, smoke'em out) over and over. He is smarter than you, but never condescends you. He has no intern named Lewinsky and no ties to Haliburton. His last name is not Clinton or Bush. He is not a member of the NRA. He is not a bleeding heart pacifist. He is not Michael Moore. He is not Rush Limbaugh. He is not a Massachusetts liberal. He is not a born again Evangelical.

In short, he is one of the most likeable, most viable, most SIMILAR TO US presidential candidates we have ever seen. If you step away from party lines and truly evaluate him, he is one of the most amazing presidential candidates we have ever seen. He is so likeable that it is almost sickening. Except there is one major difference.

He is black.

And yesterday, he finally adressed the fact that he- the dark skinned guy with a funny name- is in fact, a black man.

Since the story of Reverend Wright broke, Barack has lost between five and ten points in his approval rating. This is amazing. It is amazing because Barack is NOT THE PERSON that made these statements. It is a gentleman that he is loosely tied to. It is not his Chief of Staff, his wife, or his father who made these comments. It is the pastor of his church (and yes, a contributor and supporter). But the Pastor of my church (or at least the one I was confirmed at) says the gay community is evil and he shows anti abortion films with buckets full of fetuses. Does he stand for me? And even if Reverend Wright is a close friend of Barack, is their relationship any worse than the never-discussed-but-utterly-dispicable relationship The Bush family has with the Saudi Royal family? If you say it is, then you're too lazy to do any research, because the Saudi Royal Family is the vilest of the vile.

The fact that Barack has lost "respect" or "approval" because of his ties to this man is preposterous. Barack has expressed nothing but love for this country. He is thoughtful enough to not be a rah rah flag waving, sheep who won't follow the masses. But his patriotism and love for all things America cannot be questioned. Just because you wear a pin and have a Support The Troops bumper sticker on your car does not make patriotism exclusive to you. Our forefathers, the ones who fought for political and religious freedoms, are forever patriots. Barack does the same thing. He fights for the rights of ALL Americans, not just the ones who wear camouflage uniforms.

Further, Barack has supported bills and laws aimed at stopping, hunting down, and prosecuting terrorists. He has patiently answered questions about his background. He has refused to get into negative campaigning. As I said, he fights for all Americans. He is also human like us. He's smoked some pot (as much as you Mike?) and done a few lines. He was a massive chain smoker who managed to quit. He's moved around a bunch, his parents are divorced and he's not from royalty.

He's the American Dream.

Over the years, I've gotten in so many arguments about the "cycle of poverty" and how it is difficult for minorities to break out of negative family situations. My friends have fired back with the "pulling up their bootstraps" argument (which by the way, Bill Cosby and Jason Whitlock- two black men- wholeheartedly agree with). Barack Obama has done that. And then some.

I'm not calling anyone who doesn't vote for Barack Obama a racist. I voted for Kerry because of the ABB startegy. Many (the one of you) of my readers who are registered members of the GOP will vote for McCain (and he's not a bad guy) even if he were running against Mother Theresa.

But I would prefer if you didn't tell me you weren't voting for Obama because he doesn't wear a flag pin or because you one time saw a picture of him NOT holding his hand over his heart. I would prefer if you didn't say you were not voting for Obama because he is a terrorist plant for Al Qaeda.

You're not voting for him because he's not like the people you know. He looks different than you, his name is not like the ones of your friends, and he attends a church that they don't have in Eastern Massachusetts. He will not suddenly become "the angry black man" which so many white people seem to fear. He will not appoint a cabinet full of Wu-Tang Clan members and he will not from a terrorist organization out of the White House. Deep down, you all know that. But because of the inherent racism in all of us (me too by the way), we fear that if we put this black man in office, we will suddenly have a case of "reverse racism" on our hands. We won't.

It's clear who I stand behind politically. Many of you also assume that I am the same, angry Michael Moore loving liberal that I was in my mid to late twenties. Nothing could be more untrue. I've had a lot happen in my life that has mellowed me out and watching a president who is a member of a party other than mine for eight years, I have learned much. Dubya is not responsible for our recession, nor is he responsible for the housing crisis. He did make the horrible decision of listening to his advisors on the War in Iraq, but even that was more the fault of others than he. He was hilarious when the Sox went to the White House and he has to feel horribly every time another American dies in Iraq or Afghanistan.

But it's time to try something else. And if we could just all break away from our preconceived thoughts and inherent feelings, then we would see that there has been and likely will be no candidate quite like Barack Hussein Obama. Because even though he sure doesn't look like us, he is pretty much us. Only the best parts. And yesterdays speech proved just that.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Longing For The Days of Must See TV


I watch an exorbitant amount of television (not among the stuff white people like) and I really want something to be "must see." I was really hoping The Office would be that show, but it's just not. Probably because of Michael, who makes me so uncomfortable I want to punch him. And I bet Lost and The Wire are both great, but I don't tune in.

I blame part of the lack of must see TV on DVR for while it has made TV certainly easier to watch, there is never that sense of "OMIGOD! I'm so excited (insert show) is on now." Also, the fact that you can rent or buy most shows hurts this OMIGOD feeling as well.

But really, I just don't think that there is that much great on these days (and so don't even ask me why I watch some much TV). Consistency is really hard for the medium of television as it much harder to make 100 hours of great entertainment as opposed to two hours as movies can do.

But I want to have that feeling again. I WANT to rush home from my night school to tune into a show or count the be excited for a Tuesday night. But I'm not. And that got me to thinking.

What, historically, are the shows that were "must see" (should I thank Friends era NBC for this phrase by the way?)? So, because I love lists, I came up with a list of the 18 shows that were must see for me. I may have forgotten a few, but this is what I gots for now. Few ground rules:

You don't have to like them now. You can be embarrassed to have watched them and/or pissed that such a good show jumped the shark. But, at any given point in your life, what was "must see?" What shows did you NOT want to miss an episode of? To make this list, I believe you have to have some very specific memories of the show. Not neccessarily the names of characters or specific plot lines, but were there episodes that forever stuck with you? This doesn't automatically mean the show was must see, but if you had great memories of it, it was probably pretty damn good.

So here is my complete list with the specific year/season I felt they were can't miss.

Note: How I Met Your Mother- a show that could easily be on here can't qualify because I have to work Monday nights and Flight of the Conchords- currently the best show on television- I only saw on DVD. But when it returns, you can be sure I will be tuned in, every Sunday night at 10:30.

18. Cheers (Seasons 9-11): As a Bostonian who grew up at the peak of this show (truthfully, I probably would have liked it more if I were about five years older), many of you probably feel like it should be in my top three. But it's not. I remember thinking that it was MUST SEE at the time, but I just don't have the fond memories I have for this show that I have for others. I remember Woody being hilarious and I remember Cliff and Norm having some great dialogue. However, I remember also hating Shelley Long and never understanding why everybody liked Coach and Lilith. So it couldn't have been that good. I'm putting it here more because I REMEMBER it being must watch, I just don't remeber why. But it sneaks in, even though I had a tough time justifying it. I'm kowtowing to all you Cheers lackey's I guess.

17. Mad About You (Season 2 and 3): You think I'm cheesey and emotional now, you should have seen me at the height of my Lloyd Dobblerness. Liking this show is pretty much the low point of my life (that and the 1992 Senior Profile currently hanging on my fridge), but I loved it. I truly believed Jamie and Paul's relationship and it always seemed like they were having so much fun. And that's exactly what I wanted at the unjaded, hokily romantic age of 19. Plus, the show made you laugh. And it made marriage seem fun..... Insert whatever comment you'd like right here_________________.

16. Roseanne (Seasons 2-4): I really can't put my finger on what I liked som much about the show, given the worthlessness of the title character. The fact that John Goodman has had a somewhat successful career (The Big Lebowski) gives my argument some legitimacy because it was John as Dan Connor who carried the show. Even as an angry teenager who hated his parents (one of the things white people like by the way), I always loved Dan. He was such a great dad and he was always so funny. I'd like to hear what sociologists/family psychologists say about this show because even though they were dysfunctional trailer trash, they somehow managed to function. And it was always Dan who made them work. I remember loving the Halloween specials and I also remember nearly crying at an epsiode where he knew he screwed up with his kids and he said sorry and then made them shakes- two things my dad was really good at doing.

15. Beverly Hills 90210 (Season 6): In typical Gerard fashion, I changed my mind about this show. I used to take shits on people who liked it, then, our senior year at The Greatest University In The Nation, my housemates and I decided to watch it (I tuned in largely because of the addition of a then unknown Rebecca Gayheart who I was pretty sure was going to be my wife). It turned out that I found the show ridiculously preposterous, but highly entertaining. I also wouldn't know that the four central male characters would have such an influence on my life. I hate both Brian Austin Green and Ian Ziering because they have been/are married/engaged to two of the hottest girls in Megan Fox (my current #1) and Nikki Ziering (make all the plastic surgery jokes you want). Then, Luke Perry and Jason Priestley introduced me to sideburns, which as I discussed in a previous post, I have never stopped loving.

14. Starblazers (1980-1981): This is an entry to make me A) Seem like I have more pop culture knowledge than you and B) Feel young again. I can't remember what grade I was in when this was on as it only had a few seasons and was on a constant loop after school, but what I do know is that I was devestated when they moved the time of Starblazers to 2:30 and I wasn't able to get home in time to watch it. I won't bog you down with plot and details, but the show is the reason why I know the crossword clue Jason's Ship because I learned from Starblazers that the Argo (the Star Force's main ship) was named after Jason's ship. Unfortunately, there was no wikipedia when I was seven, so I couldn't look up who "Jason" was, but I still knew that the Argo was named after him. Later, after I saw Friday The Thirteenth, I thought that maybe the ship was named after Jason Vorhees (I never claimed to be smart in my youth).

13. Family Ties(Season 3-7): I loved this show. I loved how funny the dad, Michael was and I loved how the show would pan to Alex right after Mallory said something ridiculous. We KNEW Alex P. was going to say something hysterical and so we would laugh BEFORE he even said anything. Couple that with hilarious Skippy and Mallory's deadbeat boyfriend Nick and the show had a great dynamic. Unfortunately, the worst episode (Alex's friend dying) is the most memorable (I wanted more funny) and the fact that I can't remember the day of the week it was on hurts it. But I remember like yesterday the awesome series finale when the cast came out and took a bow. It was a show ahead of its time that has some great writing and I always watched it, so must see it was.

12. The Cosby Show (Seasons 1-3): Like Family Ties above, I can't remember specifically when this was on (Thursdays at 8?), but I always laughed at Cliff. I recall him trying to break up a fight between the Theo and Vanessa got in a fight. There was also a hilarious epsiode when Cliff bounced the fat neighbor kid on his knee and got housed by him. Physical comedy was always Bill's niche and this show took advantage of it. There are certainly better shows historically, but not much on TV beats it right now.

11. The Wonder Years (Seasons 1-5): Can't remember what night it was on, can't remember all the characters names. But what I can remember is the voice over and some hilarious moments. Two moments that come to mind are when Fred Savage's Kevin had a huge zit and did everything in his power to cover it up (including washing it which left him with..... A really, REALLY clean zit) and when his mom took him to try on some pants and while in front of a cute, older check out girl, grabbed his crotch area and said, "Yup. Plenty of room down there." I also loved the relationship with Paul, but my favorite moment came in an episode when Kevin was caddying for his Dad's rival who was playing Kevin's dad in a $100 match of golf. Kevin's dad had a putt to win the match but, knowing his son would not be tipped if he won the match, muffed it and let his sworn enemey win. All so his soon could get a fat tip. I still remember the look Kevin gave his dad when he realized what happened and his dad refusing to admit that indeed, he lost for his son. Guess I'm a sucker for Dad moments.

10. Spin City (Seasons 2 and 3): This show snuck by many people and that is too bad because it had an absolutely hilarious ensemble cast. Yes, it was awful when Heather Locklear arrived but we forget just how awesome Michael J. Fox is. This guy is such an underrated talent (watch Back To The Future one of the 472 times it is on TV this week. It weathers time very well) and with the bumbling mayor and his office full of misfits, this show was seriously must watch. I'm pretty sure it started on Wednesday's, moved to Tuesday's ahead of NYPD Blue (you'll hear from that again) and then went back to Wednesday. More importantly though, I remember clearly some hilarious epsiodes like when homophobic Stuart (Cameron Frye of Ferris Bueller) had to move in with Carter (the gay dude). There were some hilarious scenes. But nothing topped the episode when The Mayor told a bunch of kids there was no such thing as Santa and Mike had to do some insane spin control. It was hilarious. As a side note, the show had an inordinate number of hot girls, given it wasn't a show about hot girls.

9. 24 (Seasons 2-4): I missed season 1, which I heard was the best. But this literally was a "race home from my night school" show. It became beyond watchable, but that's not the point. At it's peak, it was a phenomenally great show that was hugely impactful. The greatest part of the show were the secondary characters as Tony Almeida might be the best dude ever. The President as played by Dennis Haysbert was incredible as was Michelle. Throw in some great bad guys (made greater by the fact that they were TELEVISION bad guys, which is harder to do) and you have another one of my must watches.

8. The Real World (Chicago, San Diego, Austin, and Paris): Because my parents deprived me of cable as a young person and because I thought I was "different" than everyone in college and thus, didn't watch MTV, I got to this show way late. But when I did, man was it awesome. It's lost its luster as the "real" characters now just play characters of past Real World characters (Klosterman explains this point much more eloquently and funnier than I do), but these four seasons gave us some great people. It gave us Tonya and made us realize that all girls REALLY ARE hypochondriacs. It also gave us the Kyle face (the most worthless dude ever), The Biggest Masshole Evah in CT, and a Billerica tool named Danny. On a good note, the San Diego season gave us the hottest Real World girl (and possibly the most annoying) in Cameran and my boy, Brad. No, not Pitt, but awesome Brad from San Diego who is the direct opposite of a tool. In fact, he is so ridiculously likeable that it's a wonder he even got on the show. He also has the best drunken moment ever when he calls his roommates and tells them to come pick him up from the jail without specifying which jail he is in. Brad is going to be in my Fave Five with Clooney, Pitt, Beckham and Matt Beringer of The National. We'd make a sick six man team. Not sure what we're teaming up for or how we're meeting, but it's gonna happen.

7. Survivor (Seasons 2,3,5,6): I know that The Real World came first, but Survivor was and is still great television. Probst is the most unbelievable host and I mentioned him in my Seacrest post, but he really does a great job of handling the show. Plus, tribal council still makes for great television. I often wonder though, when we are getting our first post voted off ripping. If I got bounced by some half wit, I'd put my torch out and go right over the top. THAT would be good TV. Despite that flaw, the show has brought us some great characters (Colby was so nice it almost made me sick) and it has also brought us some extremely dislikable characters. While the characters aren't near as polarizing as the Real World ones (and polarizing is fun), they still have had people you hate. I mean, CT and Billerica Danny did a great job representing Massholes, but is there someone worse than "Boston" Rob? If I ever meet the guy, I'm going to ask him when exactly Canton moved twenty miles north and ended up actually IN BOSTON.

6. American Idol (Season 2): Watching the train wreck of Justin Guarini (think he still has that hair? Or those I-think-I-have-the-runs looks on his face?) in season one was awesome, but it was season two when the show crested. The fact that there were two really good finalists (the less successful guy appears to have won by the way) helped immensely. And while Ruben might not be burning up the Top 40 now, he was such a talented and likeable guy while on the show. Yoy genuinely got the sense that he loved being there and that he truly appreciated every minute. Not once was this guy arrogant. Also, this was the first time my a-black-person-will-never-win-anything argument was debunked (by the way, the same one will be used right up until the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November) and I loved tuning in to see if America would pitch the big, scary, black dude in favor of the aw shucks white dude. I was wrong. Not the first time by the way.

5. Jeopardy! (All the time): This is a cheat, but whenever I'm home at 7:30, it's on. Movies can wait, the Sox and Cees just started, and Seinfeld has been moved off of the same time slot. Plus, is there anything better than crushing Final Jeopardy when a few friends are around? I know my friends love it, because then they have to hear about all night. If only I hadn't gotten a negative 17 on the Jeopardy! test, I may have been a contestant for real.

4. NYPD Blue (Seasons 4 and 5): I have no doubt that The Wire, The West Wing, and Law & Order are great shows, but drama never did it for me. Except for this show. These two seasons were after the hype died down and it was at the top of its game. We all loved Sipowicz and his name still inspires a fashion insult (as when one wears a short sleeve button down with a tie, it has to be called, "The Sipowicz") but it was Smits as Bobby Simone that helped the show make the jump. Throw in the awesome Lieutenant, Detectives Medavoy and Martinez, and a great Kim Delaney and you had one of the best casts going. I still to this day find the Delaney/Smits relationship as one of the most believable fictional relationships and it was their storyline that always kept the show balanced. While it tanked in later years, seasons four and five of "The Blue" were perfect television.

3. Late Night With David Letterman(Summers of 1991-1993): Remember, the dude was still on at 12:30 then, so unless I wanted to sleep through first period Latin (which I pretty much did, ergo the retaking of it in college), I could only consistenly watch it during the summers. And watch I did. This guy is still a genuis (and he gets the best musical guest going), but those summers were particularly memorable. He was battling Leno for Carson's spot at this time and I remember vehemently defending and promoting the awesomeness of Dave (and Larry "Bud" Melman, likely the most unintentionally hilarious person to ever walk the Earth. Where Dave found him still befuddles me.) and his show. Like the War in Iraq, my opinion (which was in the minority) on the late night battle has proven correct as Dave makes Leno seem as funny as HIV. These days, Dave is still amazing, but it was in those nights before his move to CBS that he truly shined. And in terms of unforgettable moments, I still remember Dave handing out canned hams to the audience and imitating the CBS execs by saying, "We signed this guy for $100 million and he's passing out hams?" Classic Dave.

2. Entourage (Seasons 2-Present): Yes, I know it's new, but that's EXACTLY why it has to be ranked this high. HBO replays the show 71 times during the week and I can DVR it whenever I want, but I just HAVE to be home at 10 on Sunday nights during the summer to see the best thing currently on TV. Some people think the show has petered out and that it is dangerously close to jumping the shark, but I will always disagree. It is perfect and in an era of 289 channels and 7986 television shows to choose from, the fact that there is only ONE show I must be home for has to be worth something, no? And if you need more support, it's got Drama, who as I age, I am becoming eerily similar to. I think that should worry me.

1. Seinfeld (All seasons, but 8-10 are ridiculously awesome): What is there to say? I'll give you this story to show the importance of Seinfeld... In the Happy Valley, my roomates and I would split Michelob Light 18 Packs (Do they still make these by the way? A pre game of nine beers was PERFECT at 21!) as we showered and got ready for... Seinfeld (at precisely 9:30:01, we'd be off to Time Out). I mean, it could have been all-girl-save-for-us six-moron-dudes/free beer night Uptown and we STILL wouldn't go out until the conclusion of Seinfeld. And Seinfeld was on Thursdays!!!!! The best drinking night of the week at The Zoo!!!!! So any show that delayed my attending a bar and getting extremely drunk had to be must watch TV, right?

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Awesome, Awesome, Awesome


There are two types of writing I love (and two million I hate- Stupid Diablo Cody).

The first is the kind that is so simple that you feel like YOU could have done it. But yet it is so good and just thismuch better than yours that you have to love it. Some examples are Good Will Hunting, High Fidelity, many a Klosterman essay, Love Actually, several Bill Simmons pieces (even better is The Sports Gal's Bachelor Blog), Something Borrowed, Something Blue, The Descent, The Day After Tomorrow (Not the horrible, cheesey movie, but the wildly entertaining, cheesey book of an entirely different subject), and Family Ties episodes.

The second is the kind that you know you could absolutely NEVER write because you just aren't talented enough and they blow you away because they are so ridiculously good. Examples include: Pulp Fiction, Black Hawk Down, all music by The National, Napoleon Dynamite, Ray Lamontagne lyrics, To Kill A Mockingbird, anything by Shakepeare (I'm not quite in his league), Dan Shaugnessey pieces, and The Sixth Sense.

Well, last week, I found a website that contains BOTH of the types of writing that I love. I'm not sure how it managed to do this, but it did. Be prepared to die when you see this and set aside a good forty five minutes (something tells me you have that to kill at work). It is absolutely brilliant. Brilliant, brilliant. The link to the site is on the right called the Best Blog Ever. Go through the list and check off all the stuff you too "like." I think I checked them all. And can we come up with some others? How about Dave Matthews?

Anyways, I am so in love with this blog that not even the near two million hits is enough to make me jealous. I need to meet the author immediately, but I do wonder how long it will last. My favorites are number 4, 9 (a common annoyance of mine!), 10, 36, 51, and 70. And I saw it before Simmons linked it. That bastard beat me again. If I'm not careful, he's going to write a play about six dudes who get attacked by zombies while on a camping trip...

Monday, March 3, 2008

Fraud


The following is a disclaimer...

If you are a certified Oprahphile, this post will upset you. read at your own risk.

My good friend Steve is constantly calling me out on stuff. And I love it. Because I need to be called out.

So recently, while playing cards and in between sessions of marry, fuck, kill (I married Alba pre-pregnancy, fucked Biel, and killed Angie because I would never fuck or marry my boy Brad's woman), we were discussing self help books. It continues to shock me that these books not only are written, agented, printed, published, and purchased, but are always at or near The New York Times Best Seller List. And Steve said to me...

"Gerard, travel the country."

He's right. I haven't traveled the country and I should (I do not travel at all, unless Springfield counts) because I don't know many people. That said, I still can't believe that this country drinks up (like a milkshake) these goddamn self help books. And I have one person to blame for the infatuation people have with said books: Oprah.

Oprah is the very definition of fraud. I understand that her show has some good people on it. I understand that she brings awareness to causes that many of us do not know about. I understand that she donates the equivalent of the GNP of The United Arab Emirates to various charities throughout the world (but does she constantly have to remind us how much she does for charity?!?). But I will never understand how people are so bamboozled by her. Maybe these Oprah zealots ARE NOT really bamboozled by her, but they just take her for what she is, much like I do with Ryan Seacrest? I hope so.

But I cannot contain my hatred for Oprah and her goddamn book club.

This month's- or quarter or semester or whatever time frame Steadman's girlfriend uses for her book club- selection is A New Earth by a cat named Eckhart Tolle (pronounced tool I bet). Tolle-I guess- found enlightment after some spiritual journey he went on in his mid twenties. He also wrote a book called The Power of Now, which sold two million copies. I think Hallmark wrote the book The Power of Now once, only it was one line long and the cover was a bird flying over a rainbow. When you opened the cover of the card- I mean book- there was a sentence that said, "Believe in yourself NOW and IT (whatever it may be to you. Money, power, love) will happen."

That is basically what The Power of Now is about.

Now, I have no idea what A New Life is about because I haven't read it. But I can assume that it is some Zen/Buddhist rip off that Mr. Tolle calls his own ideas. And it's so good, that it is now the best selling book in America.

I work diligently to NOT rip on what changes peoples lives or what blows their hair back. I'm the guy who tell strangers on the street to see Michael Clayton, I cry every time the credits to Return of the Jedi roll, and I think Wonderwall is the greatest poetry ever concocted. So I'm a tool. I get that.

And I always support people who read. Read anything. I don't care if it's Ayn Rand or Ann Landers. Just read. (Note: I know that "Ayn" is not pronounced "Ann." It's just that Atlas Shrugged and an advice column are all I could think of in terms of two literary works that are the complete antithesis of one another.)

But don't read self help books.

They don't help. At all.

Now, Oprah naming a self help book to her book club wouldn't bother me if it weren't the fifty third such book she has placed in her club.

Why does she eat these things up so much? And why do the Oprahphiles (can I trademark that by the way?) just follow her lead and consume it as well? Is there anyone out there who will question her AT ALL? Does anyone DARE challenge the Friend of Gail? Why will no one even for one second say, "You know what? Oprah and all her self healing stuff is... Crap?!?"

And so we readers (As a loyal subscriber to Us and Entertainment Weekly, I feel confident in calling myself a reader) are subjected to listening to people talk about these horrific books that Oprah continues to shill.

Listen, I know that Oprah is not the sole person responsible for these horrific books being read, but I can't blame her audience TOO much (although I really wish I read at least ONE scathing review of The Power of Now on Amazon) because at least they are reading SOMETHING when they thumb through her selections (as opposed to the rest of the society, which reads nothing).

But why can't she select varying genres? Why does she have to continually choose the same books (memoirs of drug addicts, self help books, rags to riches stories) over and over again? Can I get some Chick Lit in there? Or maybe a current affairs book? How about a western? Or why not a Cormac McCarthy book? Granted, I'm not a huge fan of his, but at least her readers will learn a new vocabulary word (or a thousand as I have to look up four words a paragraph when I read Cormac).

And plenty of blame can be spread to Mr. Tolle. This guy makes a used car salesman seem as honest as a Supreme Court Justice. I do not believe for one millisecond that he has ANY interest in helping people at all. He wrote these books to make money and that is exactly what he is doing. If only I could have thought of that.

Anyways, I do wish people would read more books, particularly novels. I saw a statistic that said 87% of all fictional works are purchased by women (so when you write a novel about men that is marketed toward men, don't be surprised when nary a one publisher picks it up because men don't read. Or maybe publishers just think the book sucks), so it makes sense that Oprah selects the books she selects. I don't mean to stereotype, but I'm guessing her audience is largely women and so I understand why she is not opting for the story of the men at The Battle of the Bulge. As I said before, it would be nice if she mixed it up at least a little bit.

I'm bitter about the whole writing process, yes, and many of you are probably thinking that I'm taking it out on Oprah. But she deserves some heat here. She is basically keeping the publishing industry alive and she has to be blamed for pimping these ridiculous self help books that are being written by snake oil salesmen (keep in mind, she is the person that gave Dr. Phil a career and he is arguably the worst human on Earth).

Those comments you are making about my jealousy are true and I freely admit that (I still envision the outfit I'll wear on Oprah when she has me on), but they are also partially unfair. I love championing books. Good books that is. I love that publishers still make hard cover books. I love that Moby showed his book shelf on an episode of Cribs. I love going to a persons house and seeing that they actually HAVE BOOKS. I love going to readings and meeting authors (you will not meet a more pleasant bunch of famously unfamous people by the way). I love that if you email an author telling them how much you enjoy their work, they will almost immediately respond to you. So to say I am jealous is not entirely true. It's just that- like music and film- there ia some great stuff out there that people don't know about. And when someone has such an influence, as Oprah clearly does, then it is her responsibility to champion stuff that deserves it. And books about how to sort out your life are not worth championing.

Just read people. And like I say with film, read everything. Don't let Oprah tell you what to read. Take a trip through the book store and read the back of books and find something you like. Just stay out of the section with the sign that says "Self Help."

That's what alcohol is for.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

In Defense of Ryan


It would seem like this is the exact type of guy that I should hate.

Strangely, I do not hate him. In fact, I kind of like him.

Ryan Seacrest is the very definition of the oft over used phrase, "it is what it is."

On last night's episode (Kristy Lee Cook is my girl of the moment by the way. I'd have her out of that tent and shopping and fine dining in three months time. Tomboy. Get Real.), Simon Cowell said that Ryan Seacrest knows his limits. And as is often the case, Simon is exactly right.

Like many people, when American Idol first aired, I didn't like Ryan. But as the show wore on and as Ryan didn't try to delve into films like his one time partner Brian Dunkleman (the funniest name since Rusty Kuntz), I started to like him. And seeing as where I hate everyone, I have to know, why hate Ryan Seacrest?

Granted, he's corny as all get out, he seems like the kid you shoved in a locker in high school, he probably drinks wine coolers, and that smile seems painfully fake. He also dates better looking women than you, backed into fame (and so what?), and he says, "Seacrest. Out."

But you know what? He's the host of American Idol, a Red Carpet reporter, and a host on E! He's not starring in a Spielberg Pic, throwing no hitters, running for Governor, or even hosting a late night talk show. In the words of Senor Hoodie, he is what he is.

And really, what has he done to annoy you? He has never made a controversial or idiotic statement. He's not overly in your face. He never thinks the show is about him. He never claims to be the second coming of Elvis or Brando or Letterman or even Dick Clark. Every time you see the guy or hear the guy speak, I get the impression that he knows he's... Ryan Seacrest. Host of America's most polarizing, yet watched television show.

Honestly, aside from the smile and his complete cheesiness, what has he done to bother you? Let's look at other television "hosts..."

He doesn't think he's God like Oprah. He's not a loud mouth like Rosie. He's not as vociferous about his political opinions as is Hasselbeck. He's not as creepy and fraudulent as John Stossel. He's not near as pathetic as Magic Johnson and Chevy Chase (there was some good TV). He's fake, but not nearly as fake as Kelly Ripa.

Is he as good as Ellen or Letterman? Absolutely not. But then again, who is? And does he have the credibility of Charles Gibson or Ted Koppel? Of course not.

But here's the thing. He doesn't aspire to be any of those. Again, he is what he is and he knows it.

Remember how much we loved Katie Couric as the cutesy Today host lobbying for men to get rectal exams? Now, she's an annoying, in over her head, nightly news anchor. And what has Seacrest "branched" out to? Why, a host on the ratings challenged E! network and a Red Carpet reporter a few times a year. And for kicks, he'll do an occassional Kasey Kassum Top 40 and throw out a long distance dedication. Again, he knows his limitations and he know his role.

It's more than just knowing his role though. He's actually REALLY GOOD at what he does. Have you ever tried talking to a group? Count how many "ahs" or pauses you have before you answer a question or rebut someone's opinion. This guy goes on live TV three nights a week and NEVER errs. He keeps the highest rated show on television moving. There is never dead air and he is never at a loss for words (granted, he was a bit caught of guard by Gary Busey, but hey, wouldn't any of us be with that crazy mofo?).

Further, he is always nice to the contestants, he never appears to be favoring ANYONE (almost to a fault) and he has a good rapport- although it can get a little kitschy- with the judges. He doesn't get bullied and he handles tears equally as well as spastic rejections.

Do other hosts of television shows do it better? Maybe. Jeff Probst is awesome on Survivor, but that isn't live. Game show hosts always keep the action moving along and no one really displays any ill will towards them (especially Regis. Remember how much we loved him on the early days of Millionaire?). But their job is different. The game itself is the show and they just kind of blend in. And Seacrest does the exact same thing. Notice it sometime. He never makes himself the focal point of the show.

I think I know why people hate him. Basically, he is this random chuckah that came out of nowhere and now we see him three nights a week on live TV. Plus, he's a bit geeky and corny, but who do you want to host American Idol? Steve Martin? Tom Brokaw? Alex Trebek? Steven Colbert? The Rock? Daniel Day Lewis?

American Idol is what it is. A silly game show that exploded into America's pop culture forever. And it probably makes people mad that they aren't getting a cut of the pie. Seacrest irritates people because they all feel that they, given the opportunity, could do his job. Well one, you didn't go for an audition and two, YOU CAN'T DO IT AS WELL AS HE DOES! NO WAY! Plus, that gap you have in your teeth and that receding hairline (guess that rotates me out) aren't going to look as good on TV as Seacrest's pearly whites and perfect coiff.

There's so much out there to hate. Garden State, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Ham and Cheese subs, strep throat, white supremacists, my mothers cooking, the guy talking behind you in the movie theater, the WNBA...

So why hate a guy that by all accounts (mine) isn't even that bad of a dude and is pretty good at what he does?

Ryan, you still have to get in line behind Pitt, Clooney, Becks, Leo, and Pedro on my binkie list, but you're getting there. But if I were on the Red Carpet with you the other night, I definitely would have sucker punched Busey for you. I would have then run away and blamed it on Dennis Hopper, but still, I would have got him good for you.

Monday, February 25, 2008

The REAL Super Sunday


This will be my last movie blog until Indiana Jones comes out. I swear.

But after absolutely loving my Oscar Party and COMPLETELY enjoying what has become in recent years my favorite night of the year, I have to write one last movie related post because movies make me so happy.

In case you missed last night's show, let me recap... It was awesome.

Many people don't like award shows. They think they are long, self serving, and for the most part, completely annoying. Part of why people find them annoying is that they think that the Academy Awards reward a bunch of movies that "nobody knows."

This is both true and untrue. There Will Be Blood, Atonement, No Country For Old Men, and Michael Clayton did not make much money at the box office. But many great movies don't do well at the box office (we'll get to that later). Juno has been doing well. Every year, there is usually one or two nominees that make money and then a bunch of movies that no one sees. And that is unfortunate.

Now, I know that not long ago I posted about NOT teasing another person's interests and I still stand by that. So when a person tells me that they saw Jumper or that I Am Legend is the best movie, I try not to lose my mind. I have no problem with people watching any of these movies (heck, I just watched the Elisha Cuthbert stinkbomb Captivity) because I support watching ALL movies. And that's my point. Watch ALL movies because there are great movies out there. There are great performers, great writers, great musicians, and great directors out there. And I just want you to see them. All.

I've said before that I get very upset when people lament the "old" days of anything. People will often do this with film and obviously I get that because there are lots of amazing classic films. But film right now is amazing. Yes, there are loud, long, over CGI'ed summer blockbusters that make you long for the days of mechanical sharks and model X-Wing Fighters. But there are also great films and last night, they were on display.

Every year, I have my binkies (last year it was United 93, this year it was Michael Clayton which stars some salt and pepper haired guy I like) and every year, I have my despicables (Juno and Daniel Day Lewis. Last negative in this post by the way). But watching the show last night really restored my faith in film and it even restored my faith a wee bit in people (I'll lose that gained faith in Novemeber when Obama loses. Now THAT'S the last negative! I swear!).

Listen, no one loves the Oscars as much as me. I love the whole industry and I understand why people don't like watching. It's long and there are two many montages. But there are two criticisma I hate: That the whole night is self serving and they honor only "art house" movies that no one likes.

Let me handle the former criticism. The night is not self serving. It's amazing. And great people won last night.

As is always the case is in fields where people make a lot of money (athletes, musicians), the general public tends to automatically hate these people. We also tend to automatically hate really "celebrities" who we see making an ass out of themselves on a nightly basis (Linsey Lohan, Paris Hilton, any reality TV star).

But guess what? None of these "celebrities" are at the Oscars because they are A) Not celebrities and B) Not talented.

Last night, mega talents George Clooney (I think I've heard of him), Helen Mirren, Cate Blanchett, Tom Hanks, Joel and Ethan Coen, Daniel Day Lewis (hurts admitting that), Javier Bardem, Hilary Swank, Diane Lane, Harrison Ford, Jason Bateman, Steve Carrell, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Forrest Whitaker and Paul Haggis were present. And why were they here? Because this isn't the People's Choice Awards, The MTV Awards, or even The Grammys. It's the Oscars. That have REAL stars and REAL talents. And that's what makes the show so amazing.

Marion Cottiard, Tilda Swinton, and The Bourne Identity all had huge upset wins last night. I didn't see La Vie En Rose, but I love that the Academy went with Marion as their Best Actress. It would have been easy to pick Julie Christie or Ellen Page, but they didn't. They went with a dark horse and her acceptance speech was heartfelt. Tilda Swinton could have easily lost. Amy Ryan, Cate Blanchett, and Ruby Dee were all deserving (another reason the show was awesome), but it went to Swinton, who was so awesome in Michael Clayton (who was the star of that?). And then there is The Bourne Ultimatum. Here is a movie that everyone loves and guess what? It won three Oscars!!! So please don't say that movies nobody has heard of win Academy Awards because they do.

The greatest part of the night though happened with Best Original Song. Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova won for their amazing song "Falling Slowly." Glen's speech was so impassioned and inspiring and it gave hope to any wanna be filmmaker/writer/musician who has ever recited their Oscar Speech, alone in front of a mirror (mine thanks Matt and Ben for inspiring me to write). Unfortunately, the music began and we never got to hearf from Marketa. The group of us that watched the show together was genuinely disappointed to not hear her speak. My sister was still reeling when the show returned from break. Then, something wonderful happened.

Jon Stewart, in a clearly unscripted moment, brought Marketa back out to give her speech. Three of us in the roomo cried, not so much because of Marketa's words, but because the big time production and its host realized that these two truly real individuals deserved their time amongst the stars. And they got it.

And it's small moments like that that make the Academy Awards still the only legitimate, meaningful awards show.

Yes, the Academy has had it's problems- awarding best picture to Titanic, giving Marty his Oscar for one of his more mediocre films- but for the most part, they get it right. There is no Herbie Hancock winning Album of the Yaer (I tried to come up with an Oscar equivalent of that and couldn't- maybe a great director from the 80s like Robert Altman remaking a bunch of classic films into a series of shorts and peppering those said shorts with big name stars?), no narcissistic rockers dominating the presentations (although Julia Roberts "I love my life" comment the night Denzel won put her in the category of "The Worst People Ever"), no banal and safe wins like the Emmys always have.

Now, on to the argument that no "good" movies get nominated.

The movies that should be there, are there. As with any year, there are going to be snubs. Having only five nominees for each category creates that problem. But really, go year to year, and pretty much every nominee deserves to be there. Can we ALL make an individual case for our own personal binkies? Of course. But even as much as I disliked Juno and Daniel Day Lewis, not even my irrational sense said they should ABSOLUTELY not be there.

The other problem is that the Academy tends to award movies that are not part of the mainstream. However, if they did that, we'd have the People's Choice Awards. And if that were the case, Harry Potter, Pirates of The Caribbean, Transformers, Shrek The Third, and Spider Man 3 would have been the best picture nominees. And even the biggest fanboy couldn't say these were the years best pics, should they?

The lack of commercial success does hurt the Academy Awards and it's telecast. But along with Juno, other best pic noms have made a ton of money. Over the years, box office hits like The Sixth Sense, Raiders of The Lost Ark, E.T., and Star Wars have all been nominated for Best Picture. All of this leads me to my next point.

For whatever reason (The stupidity of people? Poor Marketing? Too realistic? Too downbeat? Too... Intelligent?), many people have missed great movies when they run in the theaters. LA Confidential made five million it's opening weekend. Fargo made twenty four million total. And I'm sure you know a movie called The Shawshank Redemption. It made less than ten million dollars at the box office. In total.

Listen, I get that people like to be entertained. I love Pirates of The Caribbean and the Harry Potter movies. So see whatever you want. I certainly do. But try to see EVERYTHING. Or at the very least, take a flier on something because you might be really impressed. Don't avoid it because it's "dark" because your dark is my real. A lot of you don't want to get a sitter and then pay forty bucks for night out, only to leave the film ready to kill yourself (stay away from 4 Months 3 Weeks and 2 Days if you're not that into that "kill yourself" feeling) and I completely get that. But maybe if you have a free Sunday afternoon and Arizona Cardinals and Detroit Lions just isn't doing it for you, you should take a trip over to the cinema to check out one of these movies that everyone is talking about. Just go in knowing that you are not going to see Johnny Depp do his Keith Richards and that you might (MIGHT!) just actually have to think when you leave the theater.

My point is, we tend to miss great movies, for whatever reason. We will see them when they come out on DVD, but what if we still don't see them? There is so much great film out there and so many people are missing these great films and I just do not understand why anyone would want to miss these films. I guess it's the same thing as people missing great new bands, new books, new television shows, or new anything. But why stick to saying that The Godfather is the best film ever or that "they just don't make movies like they used to," when in fact, they do? Only they make them better.

Now that's it with the film thing. You get a movie rant rest, at least until Harrison rolls into theaters in May.

For now, just go rent Michael Clayton and thank me later. Do it. Now.

Does it look like I'm negotiating this?

Thursday, February 14, 2008

"From Behind The Couch.....YES!!!!!"


My salt has all been shaken out.....

And speaking of salt, I am strangely not annoyed by Valentine's Day. I know many people hate it and I know that there are those who go way overboard and I know you should show your love for your partner everyday and blah, blah, blah. But really, it's not that bad. In fact, if you just let it go, it can be nice. It's an excuse to buy some presents (or get them, which I enjoy much more), go for a nice dinner, or eat massive amounts of chocolate. And for single people, it's actually a great night to go out. All those sad, lonely, single girls who can easily be wooed by charming dudes who talk about chick lit and Before Sunset.....

It was my friend Matt who brought this to my attention. Did you see that it took the FCC five years to levy a fine against a nude scene on the television show NYPD Blue (you know the show. Hasn't been on since *NSYNC was popular)? Is there a more irrelevant group than the FCC? They make Warrant look like the next hip, indie band. Here's a group of people who "police the airwaves" to ensure that our "children" are not being "exposed" to anything bad. However, they have no rights to oversee movie channels that come with a basic cable package like IFC and Encore. Real important those FCC folk are. And good job they are doing. We can't see a bum bum on ABC at 10 Mountain Time, but we can flip over three nights a week to 326 or 203 and see Marsellus Wallace getting ass raped by Zed and Maynard. But the best part of this news? The FCC called a woman's behind an "excretory organ." I'm gonna try that as a pick up line sometime. "Excuse me, miss, your excretory organ looks excellent in those Citizens jeans....."

I have to say, this Roger Clemens thing really does not interest me. He obviously used steroids after the "twilight of his career" (thanks Duke) and truthfully, who cares? I guess the lying under oath thing is bad, but everybody lies. I have always found it weird that you can go to jail if you lie after placing your hand on a bible and promising to tell the whole truth. Can I try that in my class when a student says he did his paper, but the printer didn't work and then if I catch him in a lie, can I prosecute him.....?

Can someone please tell me what the big deal is with GPS? I understand that yes, advances in technology are great. I'm the guy who has a wall mount TV, has owned three iPods (I can't remember life toting around that ridiculous discman), and has 3000 text messages per month, but GPS just doesn't blow my hair back. Firstly, it's not that cheap. Secondly, it's a huge target for thieves and thirdly, it doesn't work well in the cold. So on a frigid day, you can't even have access to it. I've seen it in action and it's pretty cool, but I'll still take the nine seconds to punch in a couple of addresses on google maps (a far more helpful and cost efficient invention by the way). Also, it can't work that well since it led Michael Scott to bang a right into a lake.....

If you haven't heard of them, Vampire Weekend is a great new band. Again, I'm late to the party on this one, but it is really solid. The songs are short and catchy and it has an early Police feel to it and some have said there are tons of Paul Simon similarities. It's cheap at Newbs right now, so it is totally worth the pick up. While you're there, grab the new Cat Power and the new Bob Mould. Both solid efforts.....

Is it true?!?!? Can it really be?!?!? Is this the last we've seen of Stupid Curt?!?!? At least we'll have 38pitches.com.....

It's good to see there is some backlash for both Juno and Daniel Day Lewis' performance ("I drank your milkshake!") in There Will Be Blood. Juno is the far more worthless of the two and I'm wondering how long we are going to have to suffer through "brilliant" and "original" indie comedies. I'll take the teenage dialogue in the way more realistic Mean Girls over the "quirky" (read: unrealistic) dialogue in the first twenty minutes of Juno anytime. And have you seen Ellen Page in an interview yet? You might want to fight her.....

Bill Simmons had an awesome link in his most recent column (it's to the right) about the twenty best concerts in Boston history. Many are worthless, but it's interesting to see if you were at any (I was!) and I was happy to see a few of my personal faves in Arcade Fire and Bloc Party make the list. And as if I needed to hype this band again, unbelievable The National made it. God, what a live show.....

So my friend Sheila told me that McCain made a comment about he being the only candidate with a "platform." Is this directed to his possible opponent and my boy Barack? If so, it's typical politician speak. I'll be the first to admit that Barack has had very little to say about what his real agenda is, but I bet you can go back in history and retrace ANY presidents words and see that their pre election rhetoric was all complete bullshit. This is completely unscientific and I have zero statistics or quotes (other than H.W. "read my lips, no new.....") to support it, but something tells me that not every president has been able to "cut spending, decrease taxes, create jobs, protect our country, educate our children, feed starving children, solve the AIDS epidemic, win the war on drugs, give equal rights to all, and make us less reliant on foreign oil." So when you right wingers and centrists do not vote for Barack, please refrain from using, "I didn't vote for him because he has no platform," because none of them have a platform. And if they do, it can't be enacted. So just tell us the real reason you didn't vote for Barack and that's because he's a Muslim who doesn't pledge allegiance..... (By the way, please tell me you got my sarcasm there. Especially those who "stumble" on this blog)

With the super bowl hangover (ha, ha!) and the impending start of spring training, it has been easy to miss the Celtics, but they are fast becoming one of the most likable teams in recent Boston memory. There is not a Curt Schilling or Rodney Harrison in the group and Doc Rivers is the anti Belichick. They might have the most likable person in the NBA (and maybe on Earth) in Kevin Garnett and their role players are all lovable (the almost entirely white Garden audience seems to love the "gritty" Scalabrine the best). Rondo has morphed himself into a game changer and the Celtics are so different when he is not on the floor. Ray Allen is the man, Pierce has always been unfairly criticized (he's a gamer who plays hurt and fears no one), and guys like Perk, Powe, Big Baby, and Eddie House do nothing but endear themselves to the fans. If you're not on board yet, read some articles and watch some games. You'll love this team.....

The Burren may have jumped the shark. Once the greatest Irish Pub around, it has turned into Somerville's version of The Harp. There are more untucked striped shirts and dudes who wear hats out than I've seen since I went to Trinity twelve years ago. It's still great on a weeknight and it still pours the best Guiness (and it helps that the bartender who knows me so well always gives me a couple free rounds), but it might be time for old pub goers like me to relocate to the Field or Magouns. Plus, the last time I was there, half of Melrose showed up. Never a good thing when you're local watering hole has turned into a suburbanite haven.....

A friend of mine recently created a blog and on her "faves" page she listed Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice as one of her must reads. I read it once in college (which likely means that I was ASSIGNED the reading and probably watched the movie instead), but couldn't remember it (probably because I didn't read it). So I recently read it again and it is unbelievable. Now, I'm not trying to be that pseudo-intellectual guy who appreciates fine 19th century British Literature, but this is such a timeless story. Yes, it's a period piece, but between the hilarity of Mr. Bennet, the lovable, feisty Lizzie, and the amazingly poignant relationship between Lizzie and Jane, this book is simply tremendous. While it is no To Kill A Mockingbird, I enjoyed it way more than many of the other "classics" I've tried reading (I'm talking to you Jane Eyre) and I recommend it to anyone looking to change up their Bridget Jones reading habits and check out something different.....

Not sure what the Sox are planning on doing with both Ellsbury and Coco, but given what the Mets gave Minnesota to get Santana (which was players who aren't good), you have to wonder why the Sox didn't jump back in on the sweepstakes one last time. Couldn't they have at least TRIED to woo the Twins with a package of Coco, Lester, and Masterson? You gotta think the Mets would have preferred that package to the one they got which by all reports, was junk.....

If there is anyone out there looking for something fun to do on a Sunday afternoon in March, there is a great 5K in Davis. It starts late enough to sleep off Saturday's hangover, it's short, and the post game festivities are a blast (we can avoid The Burren). And it might be the second best day of the year, after Valentine's Day to you know..... Meet people.....

Anyone see that 92.9 has gone to a new format? It's called "adult alternative" and you get some pretty good tunes on there. Granted, they play too much Linkin Park and Chili Peppers, but I've heard some nice mid nineties rockers like Sponge and Toad The Wet Sprocket. And the best part? They've taken a page from satellite radio and gone DJ free.....

My Super Bowl Sunday is a week from this Sunday and I'm so excited. What is my Super Sunday? The Oscars dummy! It's a wide open field with zero clear front runners (although Chigurh better yolk a best supporting) and some great nominees. The documentary category is stacked (although they left out The King of Kong which was utterly amazing) and still no one knows where the best pic statue is going. If you've read this blog at all, you know who I am pulling for and who I am NOT pulling for. I can't wait for Pitt (imagine he loses to De Niro?) to snag a nomination. It'll be one of these years and when he does, I might root harder for him than I did the night UMass came thisclose to beating Kentucky in The Final Four. We almost had'em Giddel Padilla.....

Finally (and this is really only for the dudes), there might not be a better cost to fun ratio than a Nerf Basketball Hoop. My bro and I recently picked one up and I don't think we've used something more frequently than this. In fact, it's so great that I can't believe it took me twenty six months to think to buy one. And guess what it cost? $2.99!!!!! Think about that? What can you get for $2.99? Virtually nothing. And you most certainly can't get something this fun. So pick one up. Of course, your apartment/home is probably classier than mine, so you probably won't have it in the living room, but throw it in your basement or in your office at home or at work. I'm telling you, it's so much fun. It's particularly fun when you've had a few beers or when you make up insane rules like if you shoot an airball, your opponent gets a free chuck at your nuts.....

Yeah I'm 34. Worse than that, YOU'RE friends with me.....

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

"Well Allow Me To Retort"


I think I'm doing something really wrong. Because I don't get many comments and when I do, they can be tough. Or, I'm doing something really right, because as I said to another commenter (is that even a word?), I'm writing stuff that is at least having an impact.

On Monday, I opened my email to find an epicly acerbic comment from a reader who said they "stumbled" across my blog. Similar to what happened when that other person "stumbled" across my blog, I got jacked and pumped. Even though this comment (to read it, scroll down to the Your Oh So Precious Time post and read the comments) was more acidic than the blood of the alien in Alien, I was happy to think that someone fell upon my blog. But then people who read the comment (all four of the people registered for the threedaysiskindamoney fan club) started pointing something out. Something which I failed to notice (maybe I am intellectually inferior).

The commenter DEFINITELY knows me and might even know me well.

Now listen, I'm not whining. I fully understand that this thing is ON THE INTERNET and so anyone can read it. If you google me, it'll come up (granted, it shows up on page 14 or something).

I also know that I AM THE ONE who set up the comments so they can come in anonymously. I actually really like it that way. It's fun to create a dialogue and have arguments. If you know me even a bit- and you do mystery commenter (there's that word again!)- then you know that I love to inspire healthy debate. Sitting around talking about cars and showing pictures of babies gets boring. That's why you people keep me around: To start debates, have irrational opinions, and be unable to defend myself when you have a solid rebuttal (you know this has happened when I say, "Yeah..... but still")

But I guess what has bothered me today (thanks friends and family for pointing out how this person DEFINITELY has it out for me!) is what this comment COULD be.

I really hope that one of you is messing with me. Or, I hope that an embittered ex has discovered my blog. My biggest hope (and the most unlikely) is that people really, REALLY like to write vitriolic stuff to someone they have never met because said stranger inspires such TREMENDOUS dialogue with their writings.

But it has been brought to my attention that maybe, possibly, this person who wrote this is a "friend." And if that is the case well, that's pretty sad.

It's sad because I don't need any more friends. My brother frequently teases me that I have too many. I will happily rotate a few of you out (especially you McLoughlin. You're too happy and positive about our work. I need the salty guy back. And you're out too Matt Leary. Your love of Tom Brady is too much. And Mirasolo. You're from Billerica so it might be time to kick you out.).

But seriously, if this really is someone I know and you Mr. or Ms. or Mrs. Cowardly Commenter, have always wanted to say something to me, doing it this way is pretty sad. Yes, I am a "child," afraid of being intellectually inferior (I'm especially scared of this when I'm around a certain AP English teacher at MHS who clearly knows way more about everything than me) who blogs and has a lame ass job. I'm also an obnoxious, loud mouth who always thinks he's right (By the way, doesn't everybody always think they are right? Isn't that why we have the opinions we have? I wouldn't be of the opinion that Daniel Day-Lewis sucks if I didn't think I was right), thinks he's cools, and thinks he wears good jeans.

But I also know I am a pretty good friend. Any one of you can say anything to me. I'm always up for a good time. Through my therapist, I've learned to be an active listener, I'll pick up the occassional tab, and I'll give you a ride to the airport (even you Keith Hernandez).

And so if this was someone who is a "friend" and has written this bitter comment, then allow me to retort.

You are spineless.

You are absolutely SPINELESS. You are without spine.

The world of cyberspace is the perfect place for the nameless and faceless to vent frustrations. You need not worry about a response from the person receiving your inane diatribe. You can spend hours crafting exactly what you want to say. You can even have a friend help you out. You don't have to worry about shaking or being bitch slapped into reality by a person unafraid to back down from confrontation. You are probably the same person who emails or texts, rather than calls, your best friend when you blow off a night out with them. You don't want to have to face ANYTHING, so you go the pathetic way of electronic mail to convey your message.

Now, you may feel that I am a child and I may not want to feel intellectually inferior to anyone. This is true by the way. But then again, who wants to feel intellectually inferior? This is the same reason why I do the Boston Globe Crossword as opposed to the NY Times one. It is probably the same reason why you talk about I Am Legend at a cocktail party when when all the smart film snobs are talking about 4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days.

But what is worse? Me feeling intelluctually inferior or you just feeling COMPLETELY inferior, because anyone who feels comfortable with themselves would probably just look at me and my posts; shake their heads; and laugh?

But instead, mother superior, you decided to go on some high and mighty rant about ALL of my negatives.

Apparently, you feel like you have me pegged. You feel you have "exposed" me to my four loyal readers. You feel that you- alas- purged yourself of a great deal of bitterness. You probably even felt proud of your response for a moment. You feel like you really got me and stuck it to me. You may even like your cutesy, little ending and your arm chair psychological analysis.

However, I've got to tell you something. I pay a therapist good money to tell me how worthless I am. And when I'm not paying her, I'm sitting at lunch with my real friends as they tell me what a clown I am (and how stupid my top ten actor list is). And when I'm not sitting at lunch during the week, I'm likely out with my friends who shake their heads at my preposterous comments and call me out on being an idiot. Anyone who knows "Big G"- as you clearly do- knows that I am an idiot. And so you too should know that. Better than anyone else, in fact, seeing as where you clearly know me so very well.

You should also know a few other thing, mainly that you are garbage. Is that a circular argument by the way? Too big of a word? Then let me use this: You are a weakling of epic proportions. You have a backbone as strong as Dick Rumsfeld's speaking ability. You are more cowardly than Corporal Upham when he wouldn't go up the stairs to save Private Mellish. You are weaker than Trot Nixon's hamstring. You are more cowardly than me attempting to bench two plates.

Is this linear enough for you? Were the words small and understandable? I can supply a link to dictionary.com if need be.

If it's not, I've got more. Call me all the names you want. Deride me until the sun burns out. But if you really are a friend and didn't have the spine to confront me on ANYTHING in person, then please leave my life. Forever.

But I really hope this wasn't a friend.

Now, in an attempt to end on a light note, I really hope it is one of you fuckers fucking around with me. And if it is? WELL DONE! You got me! Hard core. Just know I'm "forgetting" my money the next time we go for drinks.

And if this is an ex of any type, I understand your anger. I really do. In fact, I'm sorry. For whatever I did. I was young, stupid, brash, arrogant (well, I'm still kinda that, but less so), and well..... Prickish. So..... Sorry. If you ever see me out, say hi. I'll buy you a cosmo and apologize to you in person. And then I'll say to my friends, "That was the crazy girl who sent rants on my blog!" (Really, I won't say that. Or at least I'll leave out crazy. I know women don't like that word very much. In fact, you may like syphilis more).

And on the odd chance this is ACTUALLY a random person, well..... I'm not sure what I have to say, other than you take yourself more seriously than John Mayer takes himself. Or you are unfamiliar with blogs. Or you have no idea what the op/ed section of a newspaper is. For my next post, I'll report the weather here in Boston.

Anyways, I'll be back with a real post tomorrow. I've had lots percolating, so, just to warn you, it may be a Shaughnessey emptying out the desk drawer of the mind one.

Speaking of which, how many hateful emails do you think he gets per day (most signed, S. Smerlas, Sudbury)? I'm betting 24,187 since everyone I know hates the guy. So I guess I should stop whining now. It's pathetic. And I could certainly have it worse.

I mean, every one of you probably has like three or four negative things to say about me, correct?