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To Cheer or Not to Cheer [Sep. 25th, 2009|10:38 am]
Sunday marks the return of Mike Vick. Sure, he played a few meaningless preseason games, but that's not the same as coming off suspension to play in a regular season game. In those preseason games, though, Vick received a solid positive response from the fans. The question now is whether or not we, as fans, ought to cheer him and whether or not we ought to cheer the team on.

I, for one, will be cheering on both wholeheartedly.
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Sunday marks the return of Mike Vick. Sure, he played a few meaningless preseason games, but that's not the same as coming off suspension to play in a regular season game. In those preseason games, though, Vick received a solid positive response from the fans. The question now is whether or not we, as fans, ought to cheer him and whether or not we ought to cheer the team on.

I, for one, will be cheering on both wholeheartedly. <ljcut="Wait... what?!">

The instant reaction to Vick's re-appearance in the NFL (or even in public) is to recall the atrocities committed while fighting and "training" dogs and to call for further re-punishment. While I agree that what he did probably deserves more than 2 years in prison, he did serve his time and, by any rule of society, he's now free to live his life, which includes practicing any trade he's capable of making a living from. The idea of constantly looking back to those days is not how a thinking person approaches any criminal, no matter how awful.

So, let's apply some thought from a thinking man. I'll arbitrarily choose Pascal. His wager was quite simple: We can't know if god exists, but we can control whether or not we act piously. It's best then to act piously on the chance of getting into heaven. The worst outcome there is a good life, rather than acting heinously and being put in peril whether god exists or not.

I'll be applying the same logic to Mike Vick. I can not know two things about Vick: How sincere he is about being a prodigal son and role model; How well he will perform on the field. I can control only one thing: Cheer Vs Boo.

With my "wager" the outcomes are simple, just as in Pascal's: With sincerity, the community gains a positive role model. With solid play, the Eagles do well and we (with luck) see another fancy parade.

Let's review the results if we boo Vick.
There's four possible outcomes: He's sincere but sucks on the field. He's insincere and sucks on the field. He's sincere and plays well. He's insincere but plays well.

Going one at a time:
Sincerity + Poor Play = The Eagles fanbase takes another black eye for bashing a guy trying and succeeding in turning his life around. Loss.
Insincerity + Poor Play = The Eagles fanbase can be justified for booing him in January, but they're watching other teams in the playoffs. Loss.
Sincerity + Good Play = "Boo-birds" label stays; Playoff berth and Super Bowl run comes with shame. Loss, esp if they win a Super Bowl.
Insincerity + Good Play = Asterisk. The entire season comes with an asterisk... and we know it. Loss.

Nothing good can come from us booing him, save for a sense of justification if he remains a jerk.

So... let's try getting behind him and we cheer him:
Sincerity + Poor Play: Maybe, we shed that "boo-birds" thing... or at least we have a mushy center underneath the booing exterior. But the community gains something and we're okay with that. Win, but small.
Insincerity + Poor Play: Eagles fans look like jackasses or desperate for a win in the Super Bowl. Loss.
Insincerity + Good Play: The Asterisk again. But this time we can ignore it, like the RedSox fans ignore steroids or the Patriots fans ignore the bevy of cheats. Loss, but we dance in the streets nonetheless.
Sincerity + Good Play: Here's the ultimate win for us. The community gets a voice of a man who turned his life from utter crap into something good again. The city gets to dance in the streets. Sports media has to acknowledge that Philadelphia's fans aren't the douches they say we are.

So... I'm going to put my bet in with the 25% chance of a positive outcome and cheer... and then hope hope hope that I'm "right."
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A speech [Jun. 26th, 2009|06:47 am]
I just watched the entire 17 minutes of the "I have a dream" speech. I challenge any of you that can not recite the next line to watch it. The words within will change views.

The shocking thing I have in mind, though, is that MLK was not shot at the time. His words during this speech are all-inclusive to rebellion against the current structure. It took a man willing to die for his cause to even speak those words... and yet, today, we have reduce them to just four... "I have a dream." The entire idea of freedom and equality reduced to four utterly insignificant and overspoken words. His speech was 17 minutes and we remember 2 seconds.

Enough said on the state of consciousness in America. 17 minutes of significance is 2 seconds of memorability.
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(no subject) [May. 23rd, 2009|01:31 pm]
My foot smashed against the car door, as it swung open. "what the fuck, dude?"

I coasted to a stop by the side of tenth street. That's when i noticed my right pedal was gone. A few passers by gawked; one stopped to chat.

The guy that hit me took a while to get out of his car. I think he was expecting some kinda fight. ...As if i could stand. I mean, sure, I was standing, but gingerly. Gave me $20 bucks to fix my bike... whatever.

The walk down to the Foodery wasn't pleasant. Attempting to put pressure onto my foot was making it feel worse. By the time I managed to sit down and slide my (now ripped open) shoe off, the foot seemed broken.

Good news there, it's not. It's just badly bruised. Maybe a toe or two had broken, but not the foot itself.

It coulda been worse, though. Had the door opened just a little farther, I'd have hit it square. That woulda sent me over the handlebars. Lucky forme, I'm not unlucky like that.
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(no subject) [May. 1st, 2009|04:47 am]
Linkity Goodness
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I think I may seriously attempt this bike ride. [May. 1st, 2009|01:56 am]
My house to Dogfish Head, in Rehoboth Beach, DE. I figure this will take me one day. If I left at ~7AM from Philly, I figure I'll get there at ~10 PM, counting rest time. I'm wondering if seeking a spot to sleep in Milton, DE and riding to and fro Dogfish (maybe stopping for lunch) on day 2 is wisest. This way, I can actually bother for a drink and a meal. On day 3, I'd be off to Baltimore (that's about a day's ride) to hop a plane or train to the next location... which may well be Pittsburgh.

Click here for Google Map and also, shock and awe
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(no subject) [Apr. 26th, 2009|01:29 am]
suddenly, i'm having to deal with being in my mid 20s. it's my friends, john and denise's wedding. i think highly of them, but my thoughts are elsewhere. i'm 26 and so far behind. i fucked up at life and i can't ignore it much longer. i think it's time to stop pretending and just quit.
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(no subject) [Nov. 17th, 2008|06:14 pm]
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World Series. [Oct. 26th, 2008|02:17 am]
It has never seemed so likely that this city will explode. Phillies are up 2 - 1 in the World Series. I have tickets to game 5. I'm going with my dad. Epic celebration awaits.
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Football Talk [Sep. 4th, 2008|03:14 pm]
So... I started coaching again. 11 and 12 year old kids, with a few younger kids that are heavy for their ages. We played in a non-league tournament game over Labor Day weekend. It's played every year, a yawner to the coaches, but the parents get all riled about it. That said, we won 20 - 13, despite our offense giving up two costly turnovers (and all those 13 points scored against us). This week, we have our first league game... the schedule was decided last night, I've not yet seen it.

NFL Week 1 Predictions )
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A Post I Can't Make. [Aug. 13th, 2008|03:47 am]
I want to tell friends that I love them.

I want to apologize for letting a lot of people down.

I want to make ammends.

I want to recreate, or restart.

I want to do it right this time.

I want to changes.

I want to leave behind the things that drag me down.

I want to gain back what I once had.

I want to establish myself as anything.

I want certain people to read this and know what applies to them.

I want to talk in riddles and have specific people understand me.

I want to raise another white flag on a podeium and come from behind to win the battle.

I want things to change, but I'm still too afraid of success to change them.

I want the world to just go away and leave me to fix things in simple measures.

I want the allusions here to all be understood by just the right people in just the right tone meaning just the right thing... and I want them to be just so effective.

In reality, I said a lot of nothing. It'll have no impact. It'll shatter no one's world.

Can any of you blame me for wanting more than I've got? More than I've made?
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Best. Criminal. Ever. [Aug. 7th, 2008|10:56 pm]
Behind the Link
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Perfectionist I am not. [Jun. 2nd, 2008|12:58 am]

I remember since I was young that my parents were pretty into their video games.  They didn't always select the most popular (or best) games, but they stuck to the few that they really liked... and they got excedingly good at them.  My dad played console RPGs.  Not so much played as mechanically demolished them.  In Suikoden, a player could gather up 108 different characters to play.  He did so... and got each of them to maximum level.  It was a painstaking process, but he just did it a bit at a time.  My mom, on the other hand, played a few different games, but always the same way.  She'd perfect each aspect of the game and if she wasn't doing as well as she thought she could (which was often a perfect score on each stage), she'd reset the game or turn it off... depending on if she had had enough for the day.  How did I play video games?  I played them crude and bulky.  I got by on whatever gimmick I could first figure out and simply hammered every aspect of the game into that.  A spell combo to beat most things... okay, I ran with that.  A trick to perform to save from falling, okay.  If it got me by without having to bother too much, that's what I did.

I'm realizing now that these habits were really just reflections of the people we were.  My dad is a workaholic.  The numerous hours it would take to play the game "correctly" wasn't a bother to him.  My mom was the type to either have it her way or no way at all.  The reset button was her protest against the game.  So, what's this all say about me?  I'm realizing more and more that I'd skimmed by in life.  I dip my feet into something and learn how it works just enough to cheat it.  Then, I either conquer it with "cheese" or bail on it.

In the end, I never quite finished a lot of the tougher video games I wanted to play... and I never quite finished a lot of the tougher things in life I wanted to accomplish.  I've also got a large cache of games that I need to try to play over again, a growing list of games I wish I'd played... and a few games I need to apologize for never immersing myself in.

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(no subject) [May. 23rd, 2008|10:24 pm]
I damn near shit myself right there in courtroom 806. "Rachel Patterson?" Wait, what?

Lemme rewind some. I'm waiting there for my court case to be called. Well, not mine, Sonny's. He's a homeless guy that used to hang out at the Foodery from time to time. He got into a fight with one of the other employees... and I was there to testify in his defense. Everything was supposed to start at 9 AM, but you all can imagine how slow this was moving. We didn't get out of there until after noon. The judge didn't arrive until 10 AM. Roll call came at 915.

"Rachel Patterson?" Yeah, I was shocked to hear the name called, too. I figured she'd be dead or... well, in jail. Apparently, from the two cases open to her and a newly created bench warrant, she's not so far from the latter. I don't recall if I ever heard the charges, but what if it was her? Irony? Synchronicity? Happenstance? Meh... probably just coincidence. But good to know she's still in the trifling degree of crime that courtroom 806 oversees.
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(no subject) [Apr. 25th, 2008|12:03 pm]
I'm hungover. I've got ink in my ankle from a homemade tattoo. I was just on the phone with a lawyer representing a homeless man and I'll be receiving a subpoena. Werd.
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(no subject) [Apr. 13th, 2008|12:20 pm]
Denise A. (Bohn) Everham

DENISE A. (nee Bohn), age 53, on April 10, 2008. Beloved wife of Nelson L. Dear mother of Gregory M. Everham. Loving sister of Cynthia Tracey(William). Also survived by many nieces and nephews. Relatives and friends are invited to call Monday eve 7-9 P.M. and to the Funeral Tuesday 9 A.M. GALZERANO FUNERAL HOME, 9304 OLD Bustleton Ave. (below Welsh Rd.) Funeral Mass 10 A.M. Maternity B.V.M. Church. Interment Resurrection Cem.
Published in the Philadelphia Inquirer & Philadelphia Daily News on 4/13/2008.
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Just trying to get word out... [Apr. 12th, 2008|11:46 pm]
For those of you that have not yet gotten the news... My mom was diagnosed with lung cancer back in February.  On Monday, she'd been admitted to the hospital for pneumonia.  Thursday evening, it all proved too much for her.  I'm just trying to get the news out to people quickly and easily.  The wake will be held at Galzerano Funeral home, Monday night 7 - 9 PM.  The funeral will be the next morning at 9 AM (I think) at Maternity BVM.
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Food Fight! [Mar. 18th, 2008|11:11 am]


Hint: Consider the nationalities associated with each of those foods.
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(no subject) [Mar. 17th, 2008|02:11 pm]
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Really, now... Friday wasn't bad enough? [Feb. 17th, 2008|10:32 am]
Nope. Dad calls this morning. My mom as admitted to Holy Redeemer Hospital last night. Story seems sketchy... my dad can't communicate well. Seems she had bronchitis/pneumonia but that got all cleared up. Something about elevated calcium levels, low potassium levels, blah blah blah... CAT scan this morning, waiting on the results.

Well, anything else want to go wrong? Anyone want to pile some shit on me? I guess now is the time.
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(no subject) [Feb. 16th, 2008|05:20 pm]
[mood | rejected]
[music |Bouncing Souls - Quickchek Girl]

I did not picture myself in a South Philly apartment getting drunk to drown away sorrows when I began my night. Still, that's where I ended up. Dinner, movie, beers, all good... Finding pizza afterward, okay, I can like it. Sitting outside SoHo Pizza and being given the "friend" speech.... sucked ass.
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