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NFL Kickoff 2018

I do have a fondness for many different sports and my pro sports loyalties tend to vary. My NFL passions stretch all the way back to my childhood in Kansas City – I’m a huge Chiefs fan.

It turns out that this year in Week One of the NFL season my beloved Chiefs are playing the San Diego Los Angeles Chargers, so it’s not that hard to get tickets. So we did.

The Chargers’ current home field and situation is odd. It’s their second year in Los Angeles after abandoning leaving San Diego and their new stadium in Los Angeles (which is actually the Rams’ stadium but the Chargers will be sharing it) won’t be built until 2020 – maybe. So while the Rams abandoned St. Louis and are playing in the LA Coliseum for a few years (a historic site which has hosted two Olympics, countless USC football games, and seats 93,607) the Chargers are in a much newer and much smaller stadium (only seats 27,000 max, but has a half dozen sections tarped off with ad banners because they weren’t even close to selling out the place) designed for LA Galaxy soccer matches.

It was a nice day for a game – upper 80’s but with a breeze and we were in the shade for most of the game (stupid spinning planet!).

You notice several things at a live game, first of which is that when television is in a commercial break everyone stands around for about three minutes and fans who are unused to going to live games are wondering why nothing’s happening.

You also miss all of those graphics that you see on television, like the yellow line that’s superimposed on the image to show where the first down marker is. You have to do it old school and actually look at the yard markers that the sideline officials move around! How…archaic!!

The simple fact is that the Chargers aren’t drawing many Chargers fans. This shouldn’t be shocking, seeing as how a great many of the San Diego fans (who had been loyal for decades) are neither happy nor forgiving  about the team’s departure, and LA fans don’t consider the Chargers to be their team at all. Football fans in LA are starting to re-attach themselves to the Rams (who moved from here to St. Louis in 1995 before moving back in 2016) except for those who are still Raiders fans (a very non-trivial number of fans BTW).

Despite all of the pissing and moaning about how the great city of Los Angeles should have two NFL teams after going decades without having any, the Chargers are not that second team right now. They might never be. Looking at the end zone during the game you can see almost half of the fans wearing Chiefs’ red, not Chargers’ blue.

That got much worse late in the game when a couple of Chargers turnovers gave the Chiefs a big lead. The Chargers fans for the most part bailed early, leaving the remaining crowd about 90% or more dressed in red and cheering for the Chiefs.

Listening to some of the Chargers fans and season seat holders seated around us (our immediate area was at least 50% dressed in red) it sounds like this is normal for EVERY Chargers home game. In two weeks when they play the 49ers, all of the seats occupied today by Chiefs fans will be filled with 49ers fans. Then Raiders fans. Then Titans fans. Then Cardinals fans…

Again my “MBA brain” went to looking at this as a case study in marketing. It’s one of those “what NOT to do” scenarios.

But we had fun and we’re off to a 1-0 start! We have tickets to a game much later in the season on the road (a story for later) – I suspect I’ll be looking back fondly on the weather today. It won’t be anywhere that warm (or dry, most likely) for that game.


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A First Time For Everything

I hate the ads in Facebook and Twitter with the white hot, fiery passion of a thousand blazing suns. I routinely and automatically, even reflexively, delete and block every ad. Even companies or products or people I support and like get blocked if they start spamming and advertising my feeds.




Never an exception.

Until tonight.

This might finally be the thing stupid enough, tacky enough, tasteless enough, and NEEDED enough to make me break my rules for the first time.

I’m trying to remain strong.



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No Context For You – November 19th

Regards pretty much nothing, after my beloved Angels missed the playoffs for the third season in a row, I was pleased to see my beloved Kings start off hot and have the best record in the NHL after a month or so, and my beloved Chiefs were the last undefeated team in the NFL when they were 5-0.

The Kings have now lost five of six and the Chiefs have now lost 4 of 5 and I just want to know…

…when do pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training in Arizona?


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Sunday Football

In the fall in the United States on Sundays, there’s a thing called the National Football League. In this part of the world, the team formerly known as the San Diego Chargers have now moved to Los Angeles. My childhood loyalties are to the Kansas City Chiefs, a fierce rival of the Chargers.

The Chargers are in an unenviable position where the people of San Diego hate them for leaving and the people of Los Angeles couldn’t care less about them. They don’t have a home stadium here – their eventual home will be shared with another team (the transplanted Los Angeles Rams, who used to be the St Louis Rams, after previously being the Los Angeles Rams) and for the moment the Chargers are playing in Stubhub Center on the college campus of Cal State Dominguez Hills.

Stubhub Center is lovely and new and no doubt a high end soccer stadium by US standards. By NFL standards, it’s not even a decent minor league stadium. It seats 36,000 max, while almost all other NFL stadiums start in the 60,000+ range and from there get really BIG.

We got there about two hours before game time, were surprised that we could get into the stadium that early, so we sat in the shade and chilled. It was lovely.

The other thing about being a transplant team is that you don’t have a legion of loyal fans. Look at any other NFL stadium, you’ll see a sea of fans wearing the home team colors, jerseys, and paraphernalia. The Chiefs wear red, the Chargers powder blue – see what the crowd looked like during the game?

The game itself was exciting as the Chiefs took off to an early 14-0 lead after several HUGE Chargers mistakes.

The Chargers made a game of it, but the Chiefs pulled away at the end, despite playing a bit sloppy and making way too many penalties.

With a late touchdown to put it away, my beloved Chiefs won 24-10. We’re now 3-0 on the season, the final undefeated team in the American Conference.

Many thanks to my son for the surprise visit from overseas and the tickets, and to my daughter’s boyfriend (a Chargers fan) for putting up with us all.

Oh, by the way, I probably won’t be speaking much tomorrow. Or maybe Tuesday. I did a lot of screaming today…


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Small & Zippy

I got my first good test of my new car out on the open freeway today. I see why the cruise control is there. Finding myself being small and zippy, even with a little four-cylinder engine, after fifteen years driving a battleship-sized “soccer mom-mobile,” it’s easy to find yourself cruising at… Well, let’s say it was far enough above the posted speed limit to give decent odds on getting my second speeding ticket sooner rather than later.

Here she is:

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I have, of course, named her “Hissy.”

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They’re On To Me

I swear, you can’t make this stuff up. (Well, you can, and I can, but I’m not.)

Coming home from the hangar (had to make it in time to watch my beloved KC Chiefs demolish the Houston Texans 30-0 for their first playoff win in over twenty years) I get off the freeway. About two blocks north, out of a side street behind me pulls out a blue sports care. It pulls up beside me at the light.

It’s a Maserati Ghibli.

Okay, so I already suspected that something’s making them more common. Whatever.

I get to the next major intersection and turn right. The light blue Maserati has pulled in behind me and follows.

I drive three or four miles north, then turn left off of the main street onto a secondary street, away from all of the businesses and into the housing tracts. The light blue Maserati follows me.

Now we’re seeing behavior that is…unexpected.

Up over the hill and down the other side. I turn left at the stop sign onto the tertiary street that leads into “strictly middle-class land,” where no Maserati has ever gone before. The light blue Maserati follows me.

This is now full blown creepy, sort of.

Finally turn right onto our short street. Nothing here but us chickens. The light blue Maserati hesitates at the stop sign…then follows me.

We’re just a handful of houses from the corner so I’ve got time to swing into the driveway, get out, and be standing on the sidewalk watching him as it goes by. The driver, a guy, is going slowly, actually looking the other way, as if he were lost and looking for an address.

Sure! That’s what he wants me to think he’s doing!

He passes me, gets a house or two past ours, then finally picks up speed and heads off down the street.

They’re on to me. My story the other day has exposed some super secret cabal, or possibly an alien invasion that’s underway under our very noses. Now the “Maserati people” (who no doubt come from pods) know that I’m a threat to expose them.

If I’m not heard from again, rescue me! I’ll no doubt be in the trunk of a Maserati Ghibli, my mouth covered with duct tape, blindfolded, and handcuffed.

Wait – do Maserati’s have trunks?

Never mind.

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Saturday Night In The Spam Bin

Casting about for a topic, much like a puppy scampering after a lief blown in the wind (it’s a Norwegian puppy, apparently), I spy with my little eye a note from WordPress that informs me “there are 444 comments in the spam folder.”

Oh? Really. Surely there must be some true gems of wisdom in there to admire as I listen to the “Saturday Night Safety Dance” on SiriusXM. TURNED UP REALLY LOUD!!

(Right now it’s Annie Lennox & The Eurythmics, “Sweet Dreams“)

Kaitlynn says, “Do not push me.”

No context for you, says Kaitlynn! She sounds like she’s on the edge, ready to snap. One wonders if her alarm clock failed to go off this morning, leaving her to run off to work without coffee or a shower, only to find once she got there that she was being assigned to a twelve hours shift without bathroom breaks in customer service and returns on the day after Christmas when every unhappy consumer in South Gloustenberry is trying to exchange or return whatever crap their mother-in-law saw fit to re-gift or dump on them.

This has been mere speculation.

(“Oh, Yeah!” by Yello is now blasting through my office. My head is bobbing.)

“Helpful info. Fortunate me I discovered your website by accident, and I am surprised why this twist of fate did not took place in advance! I bookmarked it,” says Beatrice.

Beatrice sings the siren song of poor grammar in spam, but not because she (or, more precisely, her cheap, black market, Nigerian software) speaks lousy English. No, Beatrice is playing the long con. She wants you to think that she’s ignorant. But we know that she’s not. However, she bookmarked this site – see, it says so right there. So now she knows that we know. But we know that she knows that we know. Except that she knows that we know that she knows that we know. Which is extremely clever of us, because we know that she knows that… Oh, hell, Beatrice is just a lonely old lady in Ogaminan, hanging around the official post office, looking for a good time on a Saturday night. Just like you and me.

(“Love Shack!” Love shack, baby!)

According to Glinda, “Excellent goods from you, man. I have understand your stuff previous to and you are just extremely excellent. I actually like what you’ve acquired here, certainly like what you are stating and the way in which you say it. You make it enjoyable and you still care for to keep it sensible. I can not wait to read far more from you. This is actually a great website.” Well, she’s got that last part right. And I do care for to keep it sensible. “Extremely excellent”? Well, duh! It’s no wonder that Glinda is a wise and good witch. But I’ve always thought she was a real sanctimonious bitch for not telling Dorothy about the powers in the Ruby Slippers earlier. “You had to learn for yourself” my ass, how ’bout a little help here?

(“Take On Me” by A-ha. One of the best, still love that rotoscoped animation!)

Annette wants us to know, “The larger the pipeline, the larger the water sprinkles will certainly be. Remember that beyond the hookah shaft is often constructed of a steel that could rust.” I hate it when my hookah shaft rusts. I will now be indebted to Annette for life because she has warned me about this hazard. (No, my old hookah hasn’t rusted, working just fine, thanks, no problems, none at all, not that I think about it much and it’s not a euphemism damn it, why do you ask?)

(“Dead Man’s Party” by Oingo Boingo! I am filled with sorrow that I never got to see Boingo live. Sigh…)

Shanel says, “They can be just as important as the medical side of things. In order to save money on your air travel, you can opt to buy tickets for a roundabout trip. With a size twice that of Manhattan island, the asteroid was first discovered by Gustav Witt on August 13, 1898.” Shanel seems to have been smoking some seriously weird shit. Either that, or she didn’t listen to Annette and now her hookah shaft has rusted. Shanel seems a bit unfocused. But we’ll have to remember to throw a 118th birthday party for that asteroid next August 13th.

(“I Melt With You” by Modern English is up, the Bass Meltdown Mix. I mean, what ELSE would you play in the Saturday Night Safety Dance?! C’mon, hum along with the bridge!)

“Though cats are generally sociable dogs, not every guy lives easily with a associate. A few like a solo living.” That’s what Cleveland Browns Apparel has to say. Obviously, Cleveland Browns Apparel is so depressed about the butt-kicking her team is going to get tomorrow by my beloved Kansas City Chiefs that she’s started drinking so heavily that she can’t tell the difference between cats and dogs. I’m guessing that she’s living solo, whether she likes it or not.

I do wonder why almost all of the spam messages come with female names if they don’t have some sort of sales pitch for a name. “Michael Kors Handbags” is not an account ID that’s going to discourage a belief that your message is spam. Every single other one that I see uses a female name. Rowena. Valerie. Freda. Jacquetta. Deborah. Carla. Mary. Susan. Reno. Cathy. Vicki. Kamela.


(The really, REALLY Not Safe For Work Unedited Version of “Eighty-Eight Lines About Forty-Four Women” comes on as I start to realize that Shanel and Annette may have been a bad influence on me tonight. The universe might be messing with my head. Or vice versa. Wow, man, look at all of the colors! Farm house!)

Fade to black. Delete all in spam queue.


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