September 27, 2007

Bill Simmons agrees with me

Bill Simmons also thinks Andrei for Marion is a good idea.

Really, the only logical move for the Suns is Kirilenko. He solves their chemistry issues, replaces Marion's rebounding/shot-blocking/defense and gives them a ton of flexibility with lineups.

September 26, 2007

Color me surprised

I'm willing to bet that more than half of the students here are liberal, which is fine. But even in Constitutional Law, when talking about abortion and freedom of speech, the only ones speaking out are conservatives (one in particular really, but he knows his stuff and isn't an idiot). I would have expected a burning at the stake if anyone mentioned that talking about abortion should be controlled...

September 23, 2007

I do NOT regret this decision

Westbrook scores on a 25-yd touchdown run on the Eagles' first drive. I went with my gut and it has already paid off.

[update: he just scored another touchdown!]
[update2: another TD for Westbrook]

Low Point

I have almost no confidence in my fantasy team this week. I have 3 minutes to decide if I want to start Maroney over Westbrook, this would be easy if Westbrook was 100% and had a full week of practice. I also benched Cotchery at the last minute because of his shoulder and because Pennington is playing hurt. And just for good measure, LJ is playing against the Minnesota defense and he hasn't done jack squat this year.

Decisions, decisions...

September 21, 2007

An open letter

Dear Andrei Kirilenko:

As a Salt Lake native and die-hard Jazz fan, let me first tell you that I have really enjoyed watching you play over the last 4 seasons. I realize you've been in the league for 5 seasons, but your injuries and your disappearance last year make it seem like it's only been 4. You have an incredible knack for finding the ball and making big defensive plays. You also have a knack for taking ill-advised shots, letting players beat you off the dribble with the hopes of blocking the shot from the backside, dribbling too much, driving into traffic with nowhere to go, and just generally disrupting the team's offense.

You were "the man" on the '03-'04 squad that managed to win 42 games and you thought that you deserved Pau Gasol type money. Larry Miller eventually agreed and you got a max contract, so what happened next season? You only played in half the games and the Jazz struggled to 26 wins. The next season, despite playing 5 more minutes per game, your shooting percentage went down, followed by your free throw percentage, blocks, and points while your turnovers went up. That squad won 41 games while you sat out 13 games.

Which brings us to this last season. Your minutes fell from 38 to 29, a significant but not life-altering amount. The Jazz finally got to realize their investment in Carlos Boozer and discovered that he was much more reliable as an offensive player, which cost you shots (falling from 10 to 6). How did you react? You withdrew and played with lackluster effort. Quite a change from "the man" we saw on the 2004 team.

This all culminated with your infamous crying episode during the Houston series, which was an embarrassing series for a player with your skill (5 ppg, 3 rpg, and 57% ft). You seemed to regain much of your form during the series against Golden State, and all of us thought we had our man back. Of course it was too little too late as your roller-coaster off season ended in a trough. In 17 playoff games you averaged 9.6 ppg and 5.2 rpg, not any better than Matt Harpring (9.3 and 4.8) who played 6 less minutes per game than you.

My point is this: if anyone should be complaining, it is us, the fans. You negotiated a max contract and you have not lived up to the expectations of such a hefty salary. Blaming your performance on minutes played is a loser's argument, if your play was worthy of your contract you would have had more minutes to play. If this frustration hadn't gotten the best of you, you might have taken fewer bad shots or not driven wildly to the hoop in search of a foul. The millions that the Jazz have spent on you over the last 2 seasons could have gone towards players who weren't concerned about their minutes.

I will cherish many memories of you in the Delta Center, especially the first 4 games of the '04-'05 season when you averaged 17.5 points and 6.5 blocks, I was at 2 of those games and I won't forget them. I wish you well in your future basketball endeavors (except against the Jazz) and I hope that you don't carry the same sense of entitlement wherever you go and won't shrug your shoulders when people ask what's happened to your game. It vanished when you started caring more about your role than your team.

sincerely,
Me

September 20, 2007

Marriage, what a crock...

After today, I don't know if I ever want to get married. I have seen WAY too many people's marriages fall apart after only a couple years, including some family members. We all have this idealistic view of the perfect spouse and the perfect life, but that is a giant pile of shit. The truth is that you'll probably only get married because you want to feel loved and you'll be worried that this is your best chance of a happy life. You'll resent your spouse because they aren't the perfect person you want them to be, they'll resent you for not understanding/not loving them/not being perfect yourself. You'll trudge through years of marriage, and probably some kids, then after 4 or 5 years you'll realize it was a huge mistake and you'll want out.

"It all seems so perfect. You've dated for months or even years. You've shared both the good times and the bad times. You've endured commitment. You love each other unconditionally. Marriage seems like the only logical next step right? After all, it was meant to be...

The next thing you know, you're a bitter, romantically deprived, sexless, emotional disaster. That ring on your finger feels like a garrote around your neck. You feel as though you've been herded into mental slavery. You think back to your wedding day and that walk down the isle doesn't seem so pristine anymore. In fact, it feels as though that walk was like that of a deathrow inmate on his way down the prison corridor for the last time. That's right. Your married and half the time you're wishing you were dead , the other half wishing it was your spouse. What happened to all the rhetoric about the everlasting bond and life-long joy of married life?

The greatest myth ever to deceive humanity is the myth of marriage. We've all been duped into believing that marriage is the end-all remedy to our loneliness; that tying the knot is a mandatory function we all must seek during our brief tenure on earth. Wake up people! It's time to face the chilling reality. Marriage isn't a cure for our want of companionship, it's the disease of imprisonment. You'll be pleading to be euthanized in no time at all as millions upon millions have already found out. Look at the marriage world around you. Divorce is at an all-time high and while the "experts" toil over the tedious statistics, trying to psycho-analyze and negotiate a solution to the crisis, those of us who've been to hell and back are frantically trying to warn the oh-so-envied singles of the impending doom that awaits them if they elect to tie the noose...er, the knot." (link)

"Marriage is like putting your hand into a bag of snakes in the hope of pulling out an eel."
Leonardo Di Vinci

This is a little shocking...

Does anyone else think 34% is way too high? He's coming to NY to speak to the UN, I am immediately reminded of a West Wing episode, Posse Comitatus.

September 19, 2007

Things I do during class

Play chess (and win):


and read up on the Jazz

September 17, 2007

Reinforcing the title of my blog

I was debating whether or not to start Chris Brown in my fantasy league yesterday. There are 2 slots and Westbrook was an easy choice, but the second slot had Larry Johnson in it. About 10 minutes before the Titans/Colts kickoff, ESPN informed me that 2 starting linebackers were out for Indy, add that to the stellar performance by Brown last week (175 yards) and the fact that Johnson was facing the Bears defense, and I HAD to start Brown. What did he give me? 4.6 points. For those of you who don't speak fantasy language, this is really, really bad. Like, pathetic. Like, I should apologize to all the other team owners in my league for giving fantasy owners a bad name.

[Johnson would have given me 11.7 in a fairly craptacular performance, and 2:09 into the second quarter tonight, Westbrook has given me 7.8]
[update: Westbrook pulled through for me and scored just enough points to send me to victory in week 2. I won by one point.]

Cases like this...

...bug the crap out of me:

NY Times Co. v United States 403 U.S. 713 (1971).

  • Black, with whom Douglas joins, concurring
  • Douglas, with whom Black joins, concurring
  • Brennan, concurring
  • Stewart, with whom White joins, concurring
  • White, with whom Stewart joins, concurring
  • Marshall, concurring
  • Burger, dissenting
  • Harlan, with whom Chief Justice and Blackmun join, dissenting
  • Blackmun, dissenting
I really hope Prof doesn't start getting into, "now what would White say about that?"

September 14, 2007

TGIF

My brain has officially shut off. I'm in Con Law and we're discussing freedom of speech, but all I can think about is how comfortable my socks are.

September 12, 2007

Corn Joke

One night, a trader gets home from work, late as usual. As he’s getting undressed in the bedroom, for some reason he is overcome by curiosity and decides to go snooping in his wife’s dresser. In the very first drawer he opens, he discovers something truly strange: $12 in cash and three loose kernels of corn.

Downstairs, he admits to his wife that he went snooping.

“Oh, so you found it,” she says.

“Yes,” he says, “but what is it?”

The husband and wife have not been close for years, and now the wife admits that she has had affairs, and that in remembrance of each affair, she stashed a kernel of corn in her drawer. The husband is taken aback, but also relieved. He, too, has had affairs — and so he says, quite slickly: “Well, look, I’m willing to forget about all this if you are.” After all, he has had far more than three lovers on the side.

“Fine,” she says.

There is an awkward silence. Then he asks: “But what about the $12 in the drawer along with the corn?”

“Oh, that,” she says. “When corn hit $4 a bushel a month ago, I decided to cash in.”


(HT: Freakonomics)

September 11, 2007

Sound Familiar?

Yoda, from Star Wars Episode I:

Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate leads to suffering.

Justice Brandeis, Whitney v California 274 US 357, 375 (1927):
Fear breeds repression; that repression breeds hate; that hate menaces stable government.

September 9, 2007

Can you spell hypocrite?

The NFL has been running a commercial featuring Shawne Merriman running around hitting guys and generally being destructive. Why is this hypocritical? Merriman was suspended for 4 games last year for...wait for it...violating the league's steroids and related substances policy. I understand that he's "done his time," so to speak, but this guy shouldn't be promoted as a role model. I think he's awesome as a football player, but why couldn't the NFL promote someone who HASN'T been busted for 'roids? Like, maybe, Zach Thomas or DeMeco Ryans?

[Update: I've seen this commercial about 5 more times since Sunday and the first half (the half with Shawne) is missing, it's only the second half with Stephen Jackson running around and through people]

September 8, 2007

Follow Up

Now that I've had a good night's sleep and talked with the roomie, let me follow up to yesterday's post:

Roomie feels almost exactly the same way about parties like that and about the forced and contrived conversations. He gets through it, though, by getting drunk and using the social lubricant to feel comfortable. I can't do this when there's only beer around; I find beer to be mostly repulsive, except in small amounts and only right out of the bottle.

It feels better that Roomie feels the same way about those people, that they aren't really relied upon in social situations as friends, but acquaintances who we see often. And I don't want anyone to get the impression that I think less of these people, I'm sure a lot of them were raised (so to speak) on that kind of partying, so I don't hold that against them.

All in all, it appears to have been a one-night "cool kids" rejection thing that I am 97% over at this point.

September 7, 2007

Revelations

I don't know if it's because I got into the game too late or if it's fallout from the really awesome rumor that my ex started about me after we broke up, but for some reason the "cool" kids still can't seem to accept me. I figure this is for 1 of several reasons, or a combination:

  1. Possible lingering (false) rumor about my sexual orientation
  2. I don't drink beer until I pass out
  3. I don't have a hot bod
  4. I'm not one of the "smart kids" (i.e. top 25%/law review)
  5. I'm not wild and crazy
  6. I'm not an asshole
I just got back from a party where I could literally stand in the same spot for 15 minutes and nobody would say more than, "hi," to me. I tried to be sociable, I walked around and chatted with people, but once they see that other person that's really cool, the convo ends. I'm like the guy who knows a lot of people but isn't really friends with anyone. Clearly there are exceptions to this and they have set themselves apart from the rest, but, as stated in previous posts, I need more guy friends. This is also for several reasons, one of which is, again, that really cool rumor from spring semester, the other is that I would like to be able to talk to other guys about guy stuff, i.e., girls, sports, girls, douchebags from class, and girls. Guys' minds work much different from girls' and I need more of that kind of stimulation. There are some guys that I hang out with occasionally but it's always through my roommate and it's clear that I am the "tag-along." My roommate is my closest friend here and we get along great and he likes to hang out with me, so when he's going out I get invited to go out with the guys who seem to have already passed on anointing me as a "cool" kid.

I'd like to have more friends in general and more guy friends specifically. I'd like if just once, someone would say, "hey, where's _________ ?" And hope that I showed up. I'd like if any of those people (who seem to be good people with high school clique mentalities) would take a step back from their beer pong and flirting and take a look at the big picture.

I don't want to sound desperate to join the "cool" kids. I just want to feel like an equal, rather than the guy who sometimes comes out and sometimes is fun but we really don't talk to him that much. I'd really like to leave this place with better memories than sitting by myself for 15 minutes before anyone even noticed I was there; why was I sitting there all by myself? Because every conversation I try to join feels so forced and contrived that it's painful. But again, I imagine that the people who read this are NOT the ones I'm talking about, the people who read this are real friends who understand me and DO call me to hang out. There doesn't seem to be a happy medium anywhere; I enjoy hanging with my friends, but it never feels complete, like someone is missing. I'm sure there's a part of me that is only concerned about not looking like the gay friend (again, enhanced by the really classy rumor), but if I'm with my friends I shouldn't care, right? Cripes, what a night...

September 5, 2007

September 2, 2007

Nerd Overload

For some strange reason tonight, after doing my Constitutional Law reading, I felt inspired to watch a particular episode of The West Wing. This episode, "The Supremes," deals with the appointment of Supreme Court justices. In order for the White House to nominate who they really want they have to agree to also nominate who the Republicans want, as there are 2 seats open. Obviously these 2 candidates are as far apart politically as 2 people can get, one is a liberal woman who has actually had an abortion and the other is a conservative man who basically calls liberalism "the new socialism." Yet they get along like 2 fans of opposing teams, chiding each other and "arguing" as if debating who to draft with the 7th pick in a fantasy football league. Here's why I am blogging this at midnight: as they were discussing, I was understanding. They talked about the Commerce Clause, Lopez, Casey, suspect classes, substantive due process, the 14th Amendment, affirmative action, and DOMA. As often as I joke about blocking out the last year to save my sanity, one would think that I am not learning much. Clearly that is inaccurate.

September 1, 2007

This just in...

Apparently the Red Sox' pitching is on CNN's breaking news priority list...

 
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