The Time has Come


ImageThat’s it. The 2013 MLB regular season is over (intense sobbing). All 4,860 games have been played, with an additional game being played tonight between the Tampa Bay Rays and the Texas Rangers to determine the final AL Wild Card team. But, turn that frown upside down, because those beloved Boston Red Sox (AKA the Boston Bearded Beauties) are in it! I know you guys are just as excited as I am, no need to deny it. I’ve already ordered my Red Sox AL East Division champs shirt, and one awesome fan of my blog bought me the shirt that has all of those magnificent beards on it that I talked about in “And the Winner is…“, so I’m pretty stoked! (…it was me.) With that being said, let the playoffs, and the beards that are often associated with them begin!

As stated before, the Rays and the Rangers are squaring off tonight in a one-game series to determine who will play the Cleveland Indians in another one-game series, to then determine who will play the Red Sox in the first “official round” of the playoffs. Confusing? No way, Jose. It’s easy-peasy (sp?). I don’t know who I’d want the Red Sox to play out of these three teams. Boston took 12 of 19 against Tampa this year, but they – especially Evan Longoria – always scare me. They could go on a streak as long as the one Will Ferrell had in Old School and shock the world! Texas took 4 of 6 from Boston this season, and have rattled off 7 wins in a row to force this one-game series with the Rays. Plus, they always seem to give Boston a hard time, winning 10 of their last 14 games against them in the past 2 years. They’re just one of those teams. As for Cleveland, Boston took 6 of 7 games from them this season, but that was early on in the season. Former Red Sox manager Terry Francona is now the manager for them, and he has a career post-season record of 28-17. Plus, they’re coming into the playoffs winning their last 10 games in a row – granted they played the Astros, White Sox, and Twins – but they still have momentum, which is key.

What about when the Sox win the AL Division Series and have to play either the Tigers or the A’s in the AL Championship Series? The Red Sox and the Tigers have battled it out this season, resulting in the Tigers winning 4 of 7. If that were an ALCS series right there, the Sox would have lost. Also, these two are the top 2 teams in every offensive category in the MLB (runs, batting average, on base percentage, and slugging). It could be a pretty tight series. As for the A’s, the season series between the two was tied at 3 a piece. They kind of remind me of the Rays from a few years ago (“under the radar”, pretty good offense, great pitching) and that doesn’t leave a good feeling in my stomach (it could still be from me sacking myself yesterday while skating – either way, it sucks). I could definitely see this series going all 7, which is good for TV, but not for fans.

Ahhhh! I’m already stressing out and the playoffs haven’t even started! I may be the most stressed I’ve ever been in my life for the next month, so don’t push my buttons. This drives me crazy, I won’t get sleep, I hope the Red Sox escape defeat. Oh-oh-oh, craaazy, and it’s sucks so much, the road to the World Series will be pretty tough – sang to the beat of (You Drive Me) Crazy by Britney Spears (just keep singing it, you’ll eventually get it).

Wait, what? What is that? There’s a whole other division series going on? Who gives a f***? I’ll worry about the NL when my Sox are playing the team representing them in the World Series.


Is this the Real Life? Is this Just Fantasy?



Ahhhhh…the pinnacle of fantasy sports: fantasy football. The only thing that can make a grown man cry both tears of joy Monday morning, and tears of sadness Tuesday morning in the same week. C’mon, we’ve all been there before: you’re up by 15 points going into Monday night, and your opponent has the Texans defense/special teams playing in the Monday night game. You think to yourself, “Oh, I’ve got this in the bag”, so you start preparing your best shit-talking-one-liners for Jim, or Sarah (because I’m not sexist, and some girls like fantasy football too) while at the office Tuesday morning. Then, the impossible becomes the possible: Ed Reed returns two interceptions for a touchdown, J.J. Watt has 3 sacks and a fumble recovery, and you just lost by 3 points all because of the Texans D/ST. You think to yourself, “but…but…this isn’t fair! Adrian Peterson had such a huge day! Why couldn’t Victor Cruz catch two more passes?! Did Tony Blomo Romo really have to throw that Hail Mary at the end of the game?! It’s not like it would have counted for 12 points had Dez Bryant caught it!” Well, sonny, listen here. If you have Tony Romo as your starting QB, you shouldn’t have even been as close as you were to winning that game. You’ve got other problems to worry about. Have fun trying to keep the water-works in as Jim/Sarah tear you a new one in the morning, and Tony Romo crushes your heart.

It isn’t just friends/colleagues that give you shit about fantasy football. A majority of the time it is the girlfriend/wife. Unless you’re one of those lucky ones who has a girlfriend/wife who doesn’t mind that you play fantasy football (in which case, she’s a keeper) and are constantly on it changing your line up, you rarely have to listen to the nagging of, “but honey, it isn’t real football. It’s just fantasy. It even says it in the name. There’s no need to get worked up over it.” Yeah, well…YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE ISN’T REAL “HONEY”?! GREY’S ANATOMY ISN’T REAL! NEITHER IS THE NOTEBOOK! AND, YOU GOT “WORKED UP” WHEN JACK DAWSON (Leonardo DiCaprio) DIED AT THE END OF THE TITANIC?! WELL, GUESS WHAT?! GOOD OLE’ LEO IS STILL ALIVE AND KICKIN’! SO DON’T GIVE ME THAT SHIT, OKAY?! JUST LET ME WEEP IN MY ROOM WITH NO DISRUPTIONS. YOU CAN LEAVE MY DINNER IN THE MICROWAVE. (Just kidding, assuming only women make dinner in a relationship is sexist, and I ain’t about that life).

Anyways, moving on from my little rant there, I remember watching some show on the NFL Network, and these three guys had this scenario: you have Calvin Johnson on your fantasy team and he’s playing the team you’re a fan of in real life. He catches a touchdown with 5 seconds left that lifts your fantasy team over your competition, but also lifts the Lions to a one point victory over your favorite team. Are you more excited you just won your fantasy match-up, or are you more angry your real life team just lost? They then went on to discuss it. To be honest, and I don’t want you to think I’m a fair weather fan, but I would probably be super stoked I just won my fantasy football match up, and I’m man enough to admit it (I have a beard) – especially if there was a buy-in for your league of $50. I look at it two ways: A) you had no say in your favorite teams acquisitions, whether that be trades or draft picks. You had ALL OF THE SAY in who was on your fantasy football team, as well as who is starting in place of who, and B) unless your team isn’t in the playoff hunt, a loss won’t really hurt you that much, right? Don’t judge me, because that makes you ugly. #rhymezfordayzzzz

Although I look forward to fantasy football earlier than most people, there is one thing I dislike about it: the projections. They make me question my decisions way too much! I don’t know if this is an option on any other provider, but I wish there were a way to turn them off, or at least hide them on ESPN. Too often do projections the “ESPN Fantasy Expert’s” make play a role in whether or not I play running back A over running back B, and I hate it. When setting my lineup, I’ll tell myself, “Okay, Manny. Don’t bother looking at the projections. This guys guess is as good as yours.” But, because the stupid projection is there, and these guys are titled as “experts” I constantly look at it, resulting in me questioning my pick. To put it in analogy form: projections are like annoying boy bands, you just want them to disappear (or at least I do), but fantasy football, overall, is like…ummm…fornication? Did I do that right?


Photo Cred: Mass Live

For the first time since 2007, the Red Sox have won the AL East, and are back in the playoffs – a year removed from being the bottom-feeders of the division, and 2 years out from being too full of chicken and beer (no, not the album Ludacris dropped in 2003) to perform in September. But let us not dwell on the past. A new postseason is upon us, and the last time the Sox won their division they went 11-3 in the playoffs, en route to their 7th World Series Championship and second since 2004 (oh what a magical year that was). I’m not sayin’…I’m just sayin’.

What exactly was it that turned these Sox around from last year? It could have been the fact they got rid of that parasite of a coach they had last year (Bobby Valentine) and brought back the kindhearted, gentle-giant John Farrell, who was with them during the 2007 championship season; it could have been they used last years disappointing season they had with that same parasite I mentioned before as fuel and never looked back; it could be this years powerful offense (1st in runs, 2nd in batting average, 2nd in on-base percentage, 1st in slugging percentage) paired with a revamped bullpen, the much slimmer and dominant John Lackey, and the most fierce pitcher I’ve seen in a while, Jake Peavy (the man grunts like he’s serving during the final round of Wimbledon); or, you know, it could have been…THE BEARDS!!!! THOSE BEAUTIFUL, BELOVED BEARDS THAT JUST ABOUT EVERY RED SOX PLAYER IS ROCKING! There are more blood, sweat, and tears in those beards from the hard work they’ve put in than there are at the location A-Rod had his steroids injected! (Blood – on the needles of the syringes, Sweat – from the wiping of the forehead because another guy was close to his butt, and Tears – from, well, because of how much of a baby he is).


Photo Cred: MLB

Just look them! Someone needs to get me this poster/shirt/magnet, whatever it is!! You will be my number one best friend if you do! Since it may be hard to read, I’ll go ahead and list them out for you all: (from left to right, starting at the top) The Sick Flow – Dustin Pedroia, The Saltine – Jarrod Saltalamacchia, The Blue Collar – Brandon Workman, The Ironsides – Jonny Gomes, The Wold – David Ross, The Siesta – Mike Napoli, The Tease – David Ortiz, The Sure Thing – John Lackey, The Freshwater – Mike Carp, The Pineapple – Shane Victorino, The Buck – Clay Buchholz, and The Canuck – Ryan Dempster.

In all seriousness, I’m definitely looking forward to the postseason and this Red Sox team. Girls say guy’s don’t understand how frustrating “that time of the month” is, I beg to differ. I will be partaking in something very similar. I like to call it “That Time of the Year”. A whole month of all of the mood swings, pain; both emotional and physical (don’t question me, boy), and feeling of not wanting to get out of bed that stem from the playoffs. Hat’s off to this team and what they’ve accomplished this year. Good luck, men!


It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year



No, it’s not Christmas time (yet!!!). That is the runner-up to the most wonderful time of the year. The most wonderful time of the year is…drum roll please…FLANNEL SEASON!! Not only do flannels make you look manly as hell – and hopefully you learned from my last post, beards do too – but they are perhaps the most comfortable article of clothing ever created. I’m pretty sure I saw a picture of Lewis and Clark sporting flannels on their expedition out west in May of 1804. And, to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a picture of good ole’ Zeus, king of the Gods, wearing one while delivering powerful winter storms to all of the lands. What? Can you not picture him conjuring up a blizzard in a nice blue and white flannel? I definitely can, and it’s a marvelous sight I wish you all could see.

I like to compare flannels to that of the “ATH” (athlete) college football recruits are given for their position, or as a utility man in baseball: they are so versatile. Just like these players, flannels can be used anywhere and everywhere, and surpass expectations of those around them. I would even go as far as saying flannels are more versatile than basketball shorts. You can’t wear basketball shorts out on a date to a nice restaurant (I mean, you could, but you could also go naked). Flannels, on the other hand, are a show-stopper at nice restaurants (trust me, I’ve completed a few studies). A couple of Christmases ago we spent the holidays at our beach house in South Carolina, I basically asked for nothing but flannels. I got blue ones, black ones, red ones, green ones, gray ones, etc. It simply. Was. Amazing. You may be thinking to yourself, “you don’t need flannels at the beach…” WRONG! Did I not say earlier that flannels are versatile? You can even wear them at the beach. (Also, it was actually kind of chilly, soooo…)

Anyways, I’m going to give you some scenarios in which a flannel would be an appropriate choice for attire:

  • Walking your dog on an early fall morning,
  • Cutting down the trees in your backyard,
  • Asking your neighbor for milk,
  • Skateboarding (which is by far the best thing to skate in)
  • Picking apples in the grocery store,
  • Watching the Red Sox,
  • Playing PlayStation,
  • Fixing the leaky faucet that’s been keeping you up the past 3 nights,
  • Ordering Chinese food over the phone,
  • Drilling holes in your wall to put up a picture frame,
  • Running stop signs,

I’m going to end it right there, because this list really could go on forever. And, if you don’t think it could, leave it up to me, a flannelsseur to make this list never-ending. So, go out and get yourself some flannels if you don’t have any. Tell them I sent you, they’ll know who I am.

Beardy Beard Beard



Photo Cred: USA Today, FTW

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. IS THAT NOT JUST THE GREATEST EFFING MASCOT PICTURE EVER?! This picture made me smile like that of a 14 year-old high school freshman girl, who was just asked for a pencil by the All-State Varsity QB, Mikey Football (no relation to Johnny Football).  I mean, seriously, I challenge you to find a more awesome picture of a mascot than this one (just a forewarning, I probably won’t like your suggestions because I’m biased). By the way, this picture doesn’t give Wally’s beard justice. Here’s a link to view his full beard, basking in all its glory.

Anyways, how did I come across this ravishingly, stunning photo? Well, it all started when I arrived at work this morning. I was going about my normal routine: putting my phone/wallet/keys/sunglasses on my desk, powering up my laptop, making my water (I haven’t hit the coffee stage yet), etc. After checking my emails and warming up from being outside (the mornings are getting pretty chilly here in DC), I went to, a website dedicated to funny/odd/crazy stories involving sports. That is where I saw the beautiful image above – in thumbnail form – with the title “Red Sox offering $1 tickets to fans with beards”. Red Sox + Beards = Manny will be clicking this link, no questions asked.

The story was about how the wonderful people that make up the Red Sox Marketing and Promotions team were running a promotion where, well, fan’s with beards got $1 tickets, just as the title said. Even those who do not have the privilege of growing the greatest feature of hair on one’s body were able to get these tickets. All they had to do was wear a fake beard, or simply draw on a beard using face paint. How awesome of a promotion is that? Well done, Red Sox. I applaud thee. (Also, I wish I would have known about this promotion before it happened! I totally would have driven up to Beantown to see my Sox play for $1.)

With all of this talking about beards, you may be asking yourself, “Manny, why are you so obsessed with them?” Let me tell you: beards are like a nice flannel button-up to keep your face warm during those brisk, fall afternoons; beards give you something to stroke when in deep thought about your next big idea (this may or may not be happening as we speak); beards give off the sense that you’re not one to be messed with, especially for tall lanky guy’s lacking massive muscles like myself; beards are your best friend, they look after you by keeping snacks easily accessible at all times of the day. What’s not to like about any of that?

I don’t really know how to end this, so I’m going to make it as awkward as possible – like the awkward “turn around” when walking on the beach in a big group. Where is the turning point? Should we all do it at once? One-by-one? In couples? Quick turn around vs. looping turn around? Ummm…uhhh…errr…ehhh…AHHH…FIN.

**No beards were taken advantage of in the making of this post.

Grand Theft Auto V



Photo Cred: Forbes

There is no need for a clever title for this blog post, due to how serious it’s going to be.

Perhaps the most highly anticipated game of the year dropped in the wee hours of the morning (12:00 am to be exact) today, and here I am writing about it…not playing it…but WRITING ABOUT IT. I started downloading the game from the PlayStation Store this morning when I woke up for work, that way when I get home I can start playing until my eyes bleed (totally kidding…well, maybe). Sorry, ladies; this stallion will be out of commission for a solid 2 weeks.

“But, Mannyyyyyy. What makes this game so glorious?”

You mean, apart from the fact that there are three stories going on at once, and you can switch between the three at any given time? Or, what about the fact that there are minimal loading screens (a fact that is mind-boggling in and of itself)? How about the fact when online play is released in two weeks, there is rumored to be 700 different Crew Challenges? So it’s basically like another campaign mode, only this time you get to play with friends. Or, what about the fact that you can play golf, tennis, hunt, ride roller coasters, go parachuting, buy houses/apartments/cars, play the stock market, and hundreds of other activities? It’s pretty much real life. In a game. Where the only penalty for dying is losing some money and giving up your guns. Need I say more?

“But, Mannyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I want to see you this weekend 😦 “

Too bad, amigo. If you want to come see me, you know where my house is. I can’t promise you that I’ll be looking as flashy as I usually do. My hair may be standing up on end, I may have food all over my shirt, my eyes may be as red as the devils di…skin, and my beard may be extra scraggly. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, HOLD UP: all of this talk about beards brings something to my mind. That’s right: the RED SOX. Ughhhhh, they are so beautiful-uhhhh! Maybe I will be looking pretty top-notch when all is said in done. Come find out for yourself!

“But, Mannyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. That game is gross. You can pick up…hookers…”

B****, STOP STRETCHING MY NAME OUT! DAMN…Anyways, ahhhh yesssss. Alas, the age-old argument that picking up hookers makes the game bad. This reminds me of a story of when I was just a wee little lad. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a look into my past. I hope you enjoy!

*Curtains open, lights dim* (Scene: Manny’s kitchen) I come home from, I don’t know, doing kids stuff one day, and my mom has the Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas game case in her hand with her other hand on her hip (she’s so sassy). Both of my sisters are on either side of my mom with their mischievous smiles, giggling like the little school-girls they were. My mom looks me dead in the eye, and says, “where did you get this?” My mind, racing at 200 miles per hour, as I pan my eyes from one sister, to my mom, to the other sister, thinking of something to say, when finally, it hit me: why not blame it on my dad? “…Dad got it for me for doing well in school” (who can get mad at being awarded for doing well in school?!) As I’m looking down, pulling at my shirt and kicking the imaginary rocks on the floor in my kitchen, my mom says, “oh…well…okay then” and hands it back to me. The sounds of disgust my sisters both made were too good for words to describe. Finally, one chimes in and says, “but, mom, ask him about the hookers!” Silence filled the air. (You remember how during assembly’s principles used to say “I want it so quite in here, that I can hear a pin drop!” Well I thought they meant a “pen”, and I always thought to myself, “well, you can hear that drop even with a good amount of noise.” Little did I know, they meant a pin. Anyways, back to the story). You could literally hear a pin drop. My mom gives me “the look.” You know, the one that means “you better start talking.” So, being the sly fox that I am, I say “Don’t worry, mom. I always kill them afterwards to get my money back.” Thus ensuing uncontrollable laughter. (End Scene).

Kids really do say the darnedest things! (Key “terrible 1960’s fade-out music”)

Hail to the…Wait, Aren’t they 0-2? RGIII Sucks.



Photo Cred: I don’t even know. I’m too lazy to go back and check my history #sorryzzz

Contrary to the title of this post, I’m not going to bash RGIII for his lack of play in 2013, especially after the fact he’s still miraculously coming back from reconstructive knee surgery that he underwent in January earlier this year. Instead, I’m going to defend him. It’s not RGIII’s fault the Redskins are 0-2. It’s just easy for people, and the media to use him as the scapegoat, because of his successful Rookie campaign, in which he went on to lead the Skins to the NFC East division title. With that being said, let me start my rant of defense (something, if I may, you SHOULD be blaming the Redskins for lacking in):

Hold on…let me break out my nerdy glasses and throw some statistics out at you guys, because who doesn’t love statistics? In 2012, the Redskins were 1-1 after two games (a whopping one game better than they currently are). In those two games, RGIII was a combined 39-55 for 526 yards, with 3 touchdowns and 1 interception. He also ran the ball 20 times for 124 yards and 2 touchdowns. Let’s look at 2013. As you may have noticed from the title, the Skins are 0-2 in the early-going of 2013. In these 2 games, RGIII is a combined 56-89 for 649 yards, with 5 touchdowns and 3 interceptions. He’s also run the ball 9 times for 25 yards and no touchdowns. Please, tell me, what is there to blame on RGIII? If you say, “he’s only run the ball 5 times in the past two games. That’s worthy of some blame” I hereby dub you as a moron. Yeah, I said it; a MORON.

“But, Manny, what about Adrian Peterson? He had a monster year after he practically went through the same surgery!”

Last time I checked, Adrian Peterson is a running back, and his main job is to, well, run (you learn something new everyday). RGIII is a quarterback, and his main job is to either throw the ball or hand it off to those guys who run the ball…what do you call them again? Oh, yeah, Adrian Peterson’s. Unless it’s a designed run play for RGIII, he shouldn’t be thinking about running the ball. His knee may be 100% structurally, but he isn’t 100% game ready. Also, the answer isn’t to bench him for Captain Kirk Cousins (no offense Kirk). RGIII desperately needs the reps.

So, before you all turn your back on RGIII faster than Regina George did to Cady Heron in Mean Girls (yeah, I made a Mean Girls reference, so what?) I want you to ask yourself a few questions:

  • Do you not hold your breath every time RGIII runs the ball and/or gets hit? I know I sure as hell do.
  • Did you really expect him to be in pristine playing condition after not playing any contact football for the first 8 months of 2013? If you did, please refer to how I feel about individuals who blame the fact he hasn’t run the ball that much for their 0-2 start; it’s along those lines.
  • And, last but not least, do you not remember what the Redskins record was when they reached their bye-week last season (this coming when RGIII was, in fact, 100% healthy with no knee problems)? After a devastating loss to the Panthers (who I can say may be the Houston Astros of the NFL, after being tortured to watch them for the past 4 years while down at school in South Carolina) the Skins were 3-6, and no one would even put them in the same sentence as the word “playoffs”.

It’s been two games. RGIII’s already proved doubters wrong by returning in time for the first game of the season. May I remind you of the $10,000 fine-resulting t-shirt he wore during his road to recovery? It stated “Operation Patience”. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.

From Point A to Point B…and Everything in Between



Photo Cred: Rocco Castiglione and The Berrics

Could there be anything more beautiful? If you answered “The Boston Red Sox and their grizzly bear beards”, I’ll take that answer as a close second.

Just take a minute, sit back, and compare the movement between a pedestrian and a skateboarder. Notice how static a pedestrian moves; searching for a way to get from point A to point B in the shortest possible time, and we all know that’s a straight line (shout out to my high school geometry teacher for that one!) But, take a look at the movement of a skateboarder. It’s almost as if this image should come with a “Warning: Image may cause seizures” sign before being able to view it. I dare you to start at the beginning of one of these lines and try to successfully follow it from end-to-end, without messing up. These lines are as chaotic as a drunken frat-boy “rumblin, bumblin, stumblin” (Chris Berman, every football highlight ever, 1990-present) his way through a college-town bar looking for his next victim…I mean, “girlfriend”.

This is what makes skateboarding so unique: the creativity. In this one spot alone, the artist shows 10 different lines a skateboarder could take to complete his/her (because skateboarding isn’t sexist) run, and that number is this low because there was probably a dimension requirement for the picture. I could add upwards to 25-30 more lines to this picture, but all you would see is a blue sidewalk, and that would be a poor representation of the point.

Having the “eye”  to visualize one of these lines is pretty remarkable in and of itself. The visual preparation to nail down a line can take up to 15-20 minutes before you actually start skating. Take into consideration it’s not just about what route you’re going to take, but also what tricks you’re wanting to throw down in the line.

Thinking of a way to prevent a skater from completing his line? Nahhh, not possible. The “creativity” and the “eye” skaters have is remarkable. Throw anything into the middle of this plaza-type drawing, and we will find a way to skate it. A fire hydrant? We’ll flip over it. Skate stoppers? We’ll slide over them. A tree? We’ll go up it.

(“Really? Up it?”)


Photo Cred: Transworld Skateboarding


There aren’t many things a skater won’t try to skate, which is why, in my eyes, skateboarding is one of the most unique sports out there.

Skateboarding is Not a Crime


What’s a blog without venting?!

Ever since middle school, I’ve been skating on and off (it’s been more “on” than “off” as of late, and I look to continue that trend). Even during my “off” periods I would constantly be watching skate videos, reading about the current news in the skateboarding industry at the time, and looking at public spots thinking, “wow, that spot would be pristine for skating” (side note: check out this article that was put on The Berrics in late April about how skaters view their surroundings differently than that of the everyday person: But, why is skateboarding so widely criticized in the eye of the public? Why is every skater viewed as a, “weed-smoking rebel” who is going nowhere in life? I hate it to break it to you, but Marijuana is slowly gaining legality (which I won’t get into because I don’t know enough about it), so will the views of skater’s shift to something better? Doubt it. It’s too rebellious of a sport.

Now, I’ve heard the argument before that skateboarding itself is not a crime, but damaging public property is. So why not strap the handcuffs on Mother Nature for damaging homes/buildings/etc. with her powerful storms? Or Father Time for slowly deteriorating said homes/buildings/etc. over the years? I know these two analogy’s are pretty far-fetched due to the amount of time it takes and scarcity of occurrence (and I guess the fact there’s no way of preventing them), but it’s the thought that counts, right? What I’m trying to get at is build areas for kids to skate at, and don’t just be done with it. Check back every now-and-then to see the condition these parks/plazas/etc. are in. If you see a problem with the condition they’re in, update it! Fill in the missing chunks of concrete, replace the rusted rails, do something, because, sure enough, kids will leave these parks and go back out and “destroy public property”, thus continuing the cycle and providing society with ways to strengthen the stereotype skaters are tagged with.

Maybe not every person views skateboarder’s as “rebels”, but I’m confident in saying a good chunk of society has this view. I wonder if they know about the most recent athlete – who their daughter/son may idolize – that has been charged with possession of marijuana or driving under the influence? Or, what about their favorite celebrity who admits to doing drugs to get into character/write their next hit single? Probably not. These celebrities entertain society and that’s all they’re known for. I can say, from personal experience, that there are skaters out there who could hands-down be the nicest person you’d ever meet. Of course there are few bad seeds in every bunch, but that’s life. No body is perfect.

To be completely honest, I used to be hesitant in telling people I skateboard, because of the assumption that they would be quick to judge. I’ve seen the unintentional facial expressions, or the sounds of disgust people make when I tell them. Now? I could care less. I know what us skaters are like. I’ve seen two complete strangers become best of friends; I’ve seen two acquaintances reignite a friendship; I’ve seen skaters giving tips on how to do a trick, no matter the age. All of this stemming from a piece of wood, metal, and urethane wheels. So, before you quickly judge us, just know we see those disgusted looks you give us. All we do is laugh, because you haven’t the slightest idea.

Take it from a well recognized comedian, Jerry Seinfeld: “Those kids will be alright.”

Buchholz Back in Beantown



Soooo, this is my first ever blog post and why not make it about the greatest sports team EVER?! But, before I go on a rant about how amazing, and studly these BoSox are, I want to give a shout out to my Muva (Mother), my Fava (Father), my Sistaz (Sister’s), my friendz (friends), my puppiez (puppies), and all the crazy-catz (crazy-cats) out there who have influenced me in my life. This blog is for you, and uhhh, yeah…I hope you enjoy it.

If you couldn’t tell by the title, CLAY BUCHHOLZ IS BACK FROM THE DL AFTER BEING ON IT FOR 94 DAYS!!! And, if you couldn’t tell from the caps, I’M REALLY F#%!@&$ EXCITED!!! I meannnnn, it’s not like he was 9-0 when he went on the DL, or he gave up 16 earned runs in 84.1 innings pitched, equating to a 1.71 ERA. It’s not like he held opponents to a .195 batting average against him, or had an 81/29 strikeout/walk ratio. “Wait…you mean he actually did all of that before he was sidelined with a shoulder injury? Wow, they must have really suffered with out him.” Nahhh, homie. The Sox have the most wins in the MLB and they are currently 1 percentage-point behind the Braves for the “best record in baseball” (Sox: 87-58, .600; Braves: 86-57, .601). They hold a 7 1/2 game lead over the Tampa Bay Rays in the AL East, and can further extend that lead with a 3-game series win (or sweep) against said Rays starting tonight, which just so happens to be my mans’ Buchholz’s first start back.

This news just makes me…*tear*…so excited for my Sox. They had a season to forget about last year (2012) after going 69-93 due to the Bobby V-disease (for those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s a disease that basically eats away at team chemistry and causes severe pain for said team’s fan-base). And then who can forget about the collapse in 2011, when the Sox went 7-20 in September only to miss out on a playoff spot by losing the last game of the season to the O’s? (Ugh, now I’m really bringing tears to my eyes). But all is well in 2013. A team, dubbed by the media to have a “rebuilding year”, is proving everybody wrong and are poised for the playoffs, just like the old days. Getting him back is just more cushion for the rotation, and help to solidify a playoff berth for these Boston Beauties.

Oh, yeah, before I forget. How beautiful are the 2013 Red Sox? Let this lovely slideshow, prepared by the NY Times show you just how beardiful they really are: