I love the Patriots draft

Hot on the heels of Tom Brady’s departure for Tampa, the New England Patriots turned in the most Belichickian draft of all time. Obviously they need a quarterback, said every dumb ass TV analyst and local yokel rippin’ butts outside Dunks. Belichick took a Division II safety, three linebackers, two tight ends, some offensive linemen,

Plague Diary, Day 19

Wrestlemania weekend’s finally here! Wooo! WWE’s pending Showcase of the Immortals will be a two-night, ten-hour pretaped show hosted by Rob Gronkowski featuring crowdless matches in their Florida training facility and cinematic gimmick matches recorded in other, stranger settings. John Cena, for instance, will face the Fiend in the Firefly Funhouse while AJ Styles and

Plague Diary, Day 17

A legit brouhaha broke out across the internet recently when the Internet Archive announced it was making access to 1.4 million ebooks for free. These are digitized works donated to the nonprofit by libraries and digital institutions. This resource will be available until June 30 or the end of current situation, whichever comes last. Sounds

Plague Diary, Day 15

Even without access to my beloved gym, I’ve lost five pounds since the start of March. Maybe it’s all the reasonably healthy home cooked meals. Maybe Tom Brady really was onto something with his resistance band workouts. Likely it’s the long daily walks and the serious booze reduction. I’ve been content with just a single

Plague Diary, Day 4: 3/17/20

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Tom Brady announced through Instagram that he’s leaving the Patriots. I’ve got fans in the family that are more pissed about the amount of time the news dedicated to this than they are that the best quarterback in league history is relocating. Like pineapple and pizza, this is a separation that

Scott vs. the NFL

My legions of loyal blogonauts will surely recognize this topic, but whereas I am badly out of blogging practice I thought it wise to launch my latest attempt to scream into the dark bowels of the internet in desperate hope of being heard with an oldie but a goodie. There was time not long ago