At the risk of succumbing to the equivalent of carcinization for personal online writing, where everyone who spends time and effort recording words into the online void eventually becomes a travel blogger: I went to Nashville this past weekend to play in a bonspiel. More specifically, I played in the…

Recently, sporting events on TV have occasionally been running ads for Sing 2, an animated movie that appears to be a musical where anthropomorphic animals sing popular songs from the human world. I was not familiar with this concept; I was entirely unaware, in fact, that there was a Sing…

I don’t know if it’s an inevitability in the process of growing older, or simply an increase in overall self-awareness, but I’ve begun to slowly realize that I’m a Hater. From mild pet peeves to global political trends, for every order of magnitude of things I can observe in life…

Recently, I watched several episodes of Mushoku Tensei (Jobless Reincarnation). Having said that, dear reader, I would like you to now participate in the following exercise: Please purge the aforementioned information from your head. This show is garbage; the more you know about what transpires throughout its runtime, the less…

I watched Jake Paul fight on Saturday, again. I’ve written about this activity here, before, at length, qualifying me as a Jake Paul Enjoyer — a seasoned one, at that, because this time I knew which fights to skip. Normally I would have watched the whole card, but Saturday was…

Boxing has a strange quirk, as far as professional sports go: I rarely find myself watching for the enjoyment of the sport itself. Actually, this applies across most combat sports; it’s not that I don’t enjoy the content, but rather that you really have to be a purist to fully…

I have an affinity for extremely stupid sports hypotheticals. I own, and have read, Andy Roddick Beat Me With A Frying Pan, which is a book all about one guy’s attempts to empirically test extremely stupid sports hypotheticals to the fullest (reasonable) extent — things like “would a morbidly obese…

I watched most of the Golden State Warriors games this season. I think, in the grand tradition of Internet commentary on sporting events, this gives me unmitigated license to assert that my opinions on player evaluation are correct, and that Bob Myers will — any day now — show up…

The 2021 Brier is over, a fact which makes me immensely sad; my secret hopes that a jaunt into a couple weeks of escapism would produce a seismic shift in the world’s current sociopolitical calculus were immediately dashed when, upon looking up from my TV at the conclusion of Sunday’s…