I can't believe I'm about to admit this but here I go...I wasted two hours of my life watching No Country for Old Men. It had to be one of the worst movies I have ever seen. Now, the night before I will also admit to watching American Gangster which I thought at the moment was a pretty awful movie. But then I watched an aging Tommy Lee Jones in No Country and Gangster wasn't so bad.
First off, who in the heck wants to watch a movie about some cop admitting the times are changing and then he just quits at the end? What good has come from quitting? (Sorry for the folks who haven't watched the movie yet, but trust me, I am saving two hours of your life. Now you can habit the bars instead and wonder if that chick that's out of your league is really staring at you from the other end of the bar.)
I will admit there were some good parts in No Country, but I just didn't see why it won all these damn awards? It wasn't a high-octane thriller. The ending with Jones sitting at a table and talking garbage was stupid. And it looked as though I could have taken my own video camera and shot the movie. Perhaps I should have watched this flick before it won a million Oscars because I was expecting the greatest thing since sliced bread and all I got was a pile of dog poo...
Everyone is going to love this story. So the other day I was at the happiest place on earth...Wal-Mart. Oh come on, you know you love the falling prices. Anyway, so I do my shopping and I am about to check out. Anyone who lives in South Florida knows Wal-Mart has the most people on checkout lines in the world. So as I stroll past the endless rows of busy checkouts, and I get all the way down to the 20 or less line.
Now, I look in my cart and kind of estimate if I have under 20 items. It looks that way, but since I actually went to school and learned how to count, I figured I would quickly peruse through my cart just to make sure I am under the limit. So I come up with an 18 count and pumped my fist. There was only one person on the 20 or less line and figured I could get out of Wal-Mart faster without all my frozen stuff sweating to death.
So I stroll up to the line, and before I even get there, the crabby old lady behind the counter utters, "Hey, you better have under 20 items in that cart?" I'm thinking: "So what if I don't old lady? You gonna call the Wal-Mart police on me? Am I going to shopper's jail because I have 21 items and I'm one over the limit?"
I reply, "Yeah, I have 18 items." Then she utters, "It doesn't look that way?" So at this point I'm getting a little ticked, but I do a quick count in front of her old blind self and count aloud. I say, "It's 18." The she replies, "What about those items underneath the cart?" I'm like, "Huh? I didn't put anything under my cart." So I bend down to look and what do you know -- nothing is there. Now I know this old lady is hitting the ganja. So she replies, "It doesn't look like 18, but we'll see."
At this point I'm not happy. I'm getting crappy customer service -- not like I expected to be treated like a human being at a slopfest like Wal-Mart -- but I truly felt insulted. Here I am a University of Florida graduate -- one of the top 50 higher learning establishments in the country -- and some old lady working at Wal-Mart is questioning my counting skills? Bull.
So she rings me up and I pay with my credit card. As we are waiting for the clearance, she is trying to make small talk because she sees I'm wearing my Giants NFC Championship hat. (I have the Super Bowl hat as well, but wanted to wear the black championship cap just cause it looked cool) Anyway, guess what? The receipt comes out and at the bottom it read: 18 items. She looks at it and says, "It looks like you were under 20." DUR!!!!
Redemption was mine and it was sweet. Now, if I can only get all the old people off the road in South Florida, life would be even sweeter...
Well, I guess I should talk about some sports since that's what I do for a living. However, I refuse to talk any more about UConn's chokefest in Tampa. I was there and I have no intentions of reliving that moment. It was horrible, and any true UConn fan could have seen that coming because the program hasn't been the same since, ugh, the George Mason loss in 2006. I hate to say this, but maybe Jim Calhoun is losing his touch. Hey, I am a diehard Huskies fan (I'm from Connecticut and my dad is a UConn alum, and that happened well before I went to UF) but losing to these crappy teams we should beat is killing me. The loss is so upsetting I can't even enjoy the fact that I saw one of the greatest finishes in tournament history -- Western Kentucky/Drake.
But on a brighter note, Fantasy Baseball is back! My favorite Fantasy league of all time is one baseball league I participate with my friends. It's a daily league and I can't get enough of it. I love playing the pitching/hitting matchups and it is like my crack. It really challenges your Fantasy skills, and I tell anybody that really wants to get the full Fantasy experience to play in a daily league in any sport. The fact that you can make daily roster moves is great. I hate the weekly leagues where you receive no lineup changes. It's your bad luck if Albert Pujols gets injured a game into the week. Then you have to watch him occupy a spot on your roster all week while he gets zero points. That's bull. If your that passionate about Fantasy sports, you should be allowed to be as competitive as possible.
In one of my upcoming blogs, I will talk about my Fantasy Baseball team from this league. It's only fair. I give people advice all the time about their lineups, I might as well show you all that I truly believe in what I preach.
Aight, I have babbled on long enough for today. Godspeed to all and see you on the flipside.
