My Brilliant Idea

Since the Nats are on track for a 40-win season, and the attendance reflects this, I have a brilliant idea to increase revenue. They should offer ticket packages for each NL team. I mean, the crowd at the Phillies game on Saturday was 2/3 Phillies, and I bet a lot of them would buy discounted tickets for all of the Phillies games in DC if sold in such a package. DC is such a transient town that I think there'd be buyers for every team.

And to those who balk at the idea of marketing to the competition, remember that the ticket revenue helps the Nats! Plus, the more people become familiar with the team, the more likely they'll cheer for them as their second favorite (OK, maybe not fans of the Phils, Mets, Braves, or Marlins). I don't see how this could fail.

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I played in my first poker tournament yesterday, and I'm pretty proud of how I did. Placed about 13/42, and then won all my money back in a cash game. My dreams of becoming my Aunt Zambo are getting closer to realization every day!

Happy Super Bowl, everyone! Think about the good things this site is trying to achieve when you're getting up for work tomorrow morning.

D-E-A-D

As you may know, I am an Eagles fan. Therefore, it was with great disappointment and sadness that I watched them lose to the Cardinals this evening. I sent out many mass text messages throughout the game, and the last one simply said, "sob."

I received four responses. Guess which one was sent by someone who is now dead to me:

1) :( Sorry for your team
2) Ouch!
3) I am sorry for your loss
4) Today is a good day.

Let us speak of him no longer.

SHOOT IT, JEFFRIES!

A friend and I had court-side seats to the Wizards/Knicks game tonight (we were on the TV!), and the subject line of this post was one of the many things that Brendan Haywood did to endear himself to me. The first were the lovely matching velvet jackets that he and DeShawn Stevenson were wearing (Brendan was in brown, and DeShawn in purple, with a spectacular bow tie...as soon as I get the pictures uploaded I shall share). Mr. Haywood then yelled at someone, "HEY! I sent you a friend request!"

He is my new favorite NBA player.

Go Eagles!

I went out to the Crystal City Sports Pub on Saturday to watch the Colts-Chargers game, and was disturbed by the behavior of some of the other patrons. The game stayed close the entire time, and ended up going into overtime. Why, then, did half of the place clear out between the two minute warning and the start of OT? Who the hell decides that's a great time to leave? It's not like you're at a stadium and have to beat the traffic (which wouldn't be acceptable in this case, anyway), and it wasn't a school night. If you can commit to the first three hours, you can commit to half an hour more. Jebus.

Let this be a warning

Biding my time before the game

There was a conversation at work the other day concerning women whose husbands watch sports (specifically, the NFL) obsessively, refusing to miss a game during the season. I'd always thought that this was fairly common, if not the norm, because my father's reaction to leaving the house on Saturday or Sunday in the fall was usually somewhere between "bewildered" and "shocked and appalled". It wasn't until I got to college and found that none of my male friends enjoyed watching sports that I realized it's not universal behavior.

The wives in question began debating whether it is a byproduct of the internet age, with the instant access to information, the ability to track multiple games at once, and, of course, fantasy leagues bringing a new dimension to fandom. I argued that these obsessions have always existed, the only difference is that now people have more opportunities to indulge them. My dad would watch whatever game they were showing, all that mattered was that football was on. He didn't need to have a rooting interest beforehand, he just genuinely liked the game. Hell, this was a man so into horse racing that he would watch the televised results at night to see how he would have done if he had gone to the track (this was after his bookie retired).

I imagine that I would be the sports fanatic in a marriage. I just hope any future husband of mine isn't too into "doing things" on Sundays.