Or, as my brother loves to call it, lazy writing. However, I’m still keeping the title because: 1. It’s not exactly the same and 2. I’m going to use it way more often than him anyways. Some of my musings.
I just finished reading Knockemstiff by Donald Ray Pollock and I couldn’t have been more impressed by a guy who dropped out of high school and worked in a mill for thirty years. Kids, don’t ever, ever, let someone tell you that you can’t accomplish something if you put your mind to it. A bit of a disclaimer for anyone possibly interested in reading Mr. Pollock’s debut novel: It’s not for the squeamish. In the wake of Chuck Palahniuk (who also plugs the book with a nice little endorsement on the cover), Pollock points out the illegal, bizarre, disturbed, and sometimes downright disgusting lives of the impoverished living in the Midwestern town of Knockemstiff, Ohio. And I thought West Virginia was a weird place.
I really though that ESPN would be hard-pressed to hire someone who I disliked more than Steve Phillips, but, not wanting to let me down, they did. Matt Millen is an idiot.
If you’re unfamiliar, Matt Millen used to be the general manager of the Detroit Lions who amassed a jaw dropping 31-84 record in his tenure. They also failed to win a road game for three years during his stay, going 0-24 on the road throughout one stretch. He also gave such oratory gems, like, “I believe that we have as much talent on this football team as any other team in the league.” That was right before a solid 6-10 season.
I could go on about his wasted draft picks, but I think you get the point. The man may have been a Pro Bowler as an NFL player, but he’s a total idiot. One thing I will give him credit for; he doesn’t talk about his ‘glory days’ in Detroit like Steve Phillips used to. Jeez, is that annoying. I don’t even want to get started on Steve Phillips. I’ll save that one for another day.
I want to hate Derek Jeter so much, but I just can’t. He really is Mr. Baseball.
Speaking of Mr. Baseball, let’s talk about Tom Selleck for a hot minute. The 80s were a crazy time. Could you imagine how different our world would be if Tom Selleck had been cast as Indiana Jones? It’d be a weird bizarre-o world where everybody likes mustaches and Hawaiian shirts. Actually, that doesn’t seem so bad once you say it aloud.
Chicken wings could be my favorite food. Stop and think about how American chicken wings really are. You eat a lot of them really quickly. You’re completely sloppy about it, typically getting some wing sauce on the front of your shirt. Sometimes you rub yourself and your partner in it and lick it off each other. I really think wings define our country more than burgers and fries in this day and age…
…unless you’re talking about In-N-Out Burger. God, that food is delicious. I will have to bow down to those burgers and fries. It’s
nothing fancy and the menu isn’t a crowded mess like most fast food places you go to, but that’s what makes In-N-Out so unique now-a-days. They only do a few things, but they do them really well.
And speaking of the West Coast; I love my cousin. He’s tougher than an ultimate fighter. I can say, with confidence, he’s cooler than anybody you know.