2006-04-29
The Houston Texans
Maybe it is because in the Madden football videogame I chose the Houston Texans as my franchise and built them up into a two-time Super Bowl champion team. Or maybe it is because I feel really bad for their quarterback, David Carr, whom I've always had an affinity for because he went to an obscure school kind of like UMD -- i.e., Fresno State. Or perhaps it is because interesting sports coverage during the spring is so sparse that I've actually started reading NFL mock drafts posted on MySpace. Whatever the reason, regardless, for some reason I am extremely distressed by the Houston Texans' first pick of the draft. They need an offensive line or a runner to help David Carr, and instead they chose some big defensive tackle because he was cheaper than anyone else. The Twins made this mistake by drafting a catcher, Joe Mauer, with the first overall pick, instead of a star pitcher, Mark Prior, because they didn't want to pay too much. And now they are not-too-arguably the worst team in baseball. Shit, Houston. I don't even like Texas, but I felt an affinity for your team. And you blew it. You blew it!
And so it comes out. Yes, I'm a closet sports fan. I've loved sports since I was about three years old. I just have to hide this fact from everyone but my wife, because academics aren't supposed to join the masses in such a sociological behavior as to cheer for identity-based teams, and because bohemians are supposed to scorn sports as an anti-cultural trait. Well, bullshit. Sports rule. And after seeing that a pyramid and massive basketball court are the only two buildings left standing in Chichenitza, I would argue that sports are far more cultural than spray painting buildings, because the spray paints disappears due to elemental decline within 50 years or so. So there.
I'm exhausted. I doubt this entry even makes sense. Oh well... sometimes those are fun to go back and read. Sometimes... g'night.
And so it comes out. Yes, I'm a closet sports fan. I've loved sports since I was about three years old. I just have to hide this fact from everyone but my wife, because academics aren't supposed to join the masses in such a sociological behavior as to cheer for identity-based teams, and because bohemians are supposed to scorn sports as an anti-cultural trait. Well, bullshit. Sports rule. And after seeing that a pyramid and massive basketball court are the only two buildings left standing in Chichenitza, I would argue that sports are far more cultural than spray painting buildings, because the spray paints disappears due to elemental decline within 50 years or so. So there.
I'm exhausted. I doubt this entry even makes sense. Oh well... sometimes those are fun to go back and read. Sometimes... g'night.
