It’s Only Weird If It Doesn’t Work

Okay, show of hands.  Who’s seen this one?

weird

Yes. Yes it is.

Admit it.  We all have weird crap we do in a cosmic, karmic effort to help our teams win.  In this house we have a multitude of practices, including, but limited to:

-chewing on pendants

-turning visors backwards and upside down

-clutching pillows

-throwing away said pillow if it doesn’t work

-rubbing challenge coins

-chewing on said challenge coins

-hugging legs to chest

-shaking the crap out of favorite team’s doll with removable limbs

-tossing said doll at television if team throws an interception

-holding hands so tight digital damage is incurred (may or may not result in trip to ER. AFTER game is over.)

-rubbing nose 3 times, pulling twice on right earlobe, grasping left ankle and hopping 5 times in a counter-clockwise circle while chanting in Swahili

Swahili_Dancers

“Mama-ko, mama-sa, ma-ka-ma-ko-ssa.”

What is it about our love for sports that turns us into rabid, hot-tempered, no-holds-barred, I’m-gonna-kick-your-ass-all-the-way-back-Philly maniacs?  I place complete blame for my sports insanity on older brothers and a husband who’s just as much of a sports freak as I am.  Even if part of his loyalty is COMPLETELY misplaced.

To each his own.  Even if his own is, well, you know.  THAT.

To each his own. Even if his own is, well, you know. THEM.

Growing up in a properly sports educated environment-

Wicked awesome!

Wicked awesome!

and

Bad. Ass.

Bad. Ass.

I was taught at an early age to respect people’s team choices. (Except, of course, when it comes to baseball and football).  However, I also learned the fine art of a properly timed zinger, how to properly deliver said properly timed zinger, and when, in the spirit of sportsmanship, to walk away from what could end up being an inconveniently timed trip to above mentioned emergency department, (i.e., NEVER before halfway through the fourth quarter, the bottom of the ninth, the last 2 minutes of the third period, or if it’s the Heat, and it’s the playoffs, before the last second of the last overtime).

Jesus Shuttlesworth in the clutch.

Jesus Shuttlesworth in the clutch.

That’s not to say I’m very good at the timing, but once in a while – okay a REALLY great while – I am SPOT ON with my digs.  And I ROCK IT.

I love good-natured ribbing, and as a faithful Red Sox fan since the time Mom popped me out into the world, I’ve been on the receiving end of it PLENTY of times.  And it’s all good, especially when it’s all done in fun.  But we’ve probably all seen when schmucks – usually drunk schmucks – take it too far.

Putz times two.

Putz. Times two.

It’s all well and good to be a rabid supporter of your favorite team(s).  Just remember – in the end, it’s all just a game.  The outcome won’t affect the world on its axis, won’t change where the sun rises and sets, and probably will be forgotten a year later.  Unless it’s the Red Sox breaking that goddamn curse and winning the World Series.  That will NEVER be forgotten.

Restrain yourself Kellie.

Restrain yourself Kellie.

Enjoy the ride.

Would you consider yourself to be a rabid sports fan?  Have you ever gotten into a pissing contest with a rival fan?  Who won?  Did it include a trip to the emergency room?

Too Big For The Britches?

This poser has popped into my dollar-machine driven cranium on more than a few occasions now.  Let me tell you why.  While it’s got to be pretty awesome-sauce to hit rock star status in blogoland, could it also sometimes be one big fat PITA???

pain-in-the-ass

Owwww! Really, you little brat?!?

Bear with me a second.    The reason I ask is this – and PLEASE, feel free to chime in here with your own thoughts on the subject.  I probably have maybe 15-20 blogs I visit just about daily.  Some writers post something every day while others only once a week.  Sometimes I’ll skip it for a day if the subject doesn’t really catch my attention while other days I wish he/she had just kept it coming.  What’s prompted my query is purely personal in nature.  I LOVE when readers take the time to leave a comment on what they’ve read whether it be good, bad, or indifferent.  Actually, I’ve been pretty darn lucky and don’t think anyone has ever written anything rude.  So….thanks for that!

bloglove

Muah!

As many bloggerers have done, (I think), we started this literary trip to either hold ourselves accountable (food and/or fitness-wise), or in my case, to (temporarily at least), relieve some of the tornadic activity constantly flying around in my skull.  Every so often I need a break just long enough to tie my running shoes, ya know?

Crazy-Brain

Aaaaagggghhhhhh!

So here’s my question: does there come a time when your blog fandom gets TOO big?  Are you able keep up when you hit Bon Jovi status?  Do you even try to at that point?  My take from the little shallow end of the pool is this:  some of my absolute fave blogs typically have anywhere between 30-50 comments by the time I get to them after receiving an email that a new post has been published 30-50! Say what??!!  TOTAL WOWZA.  BUT…how do you respond to each and every one of those commenters (?)  Do you?  When I see that many previous comments, sadly, I don’t even bother.  Really now, who’s going to pay attention to what little ole Black Dog has to say?

shoulder shrug

I dunno.

Now I have one blog that I occasionally visit which consistently has over 100 comments posted. Over 100.  Holy cow manure Bessie!  But seeing that many comments keeps me from bothering to add to the list.  And seeing the author has only responded to maybe five or six, really keeps me from, well, basically wasting my time.  And that is kind of sad if you think about it.

I'm so sad.

I’m so sad.

So I’m going to throw this out into the blogosphere and see what inevitably hits me in the back of the head.  Do you think they’re such a thing as a blog that’s “too big”?  Do you prefer interacting with bloggers who respond to you every time you comment on a post, or do you just say what you have to say and move on?  Who are some your favorite bloggers?  Are they very responsive or do you find yourself not commenting due to the amount of those who already have?

I could go on and on about this subject, but I will spare you the additional brainus vomitus, but I really am interested in hearing your thoughts on the subject.  And I promise to answer every one of you.  Unless you’re mean.  Then I’ll just go to my room, slam the door, and cry.  To my dog.

puppy love

Yeah, that’d be me. Please don’t be mean.

 Enjoy the ride.

Okay my friends, let’s hear it.  Do you think a blog can get too big?