So I feel like a totally douche posting this but I’m ecstatic so you’ll need to deal.
Gladstone ( Me, Don Fanelli, Benjamin Apple) advanced to the semi-finals of the UCB 3 on 3 Tournament. I’m really happy. Like, happy to the point where I’m afraid I’m rubbing it into people’s faces. That’s really not my intention.
I’m just excited. Ben and Don are 2 of the best improvisers I’ve met, and I’m honored just to be on a team with them. For us to advance, as a team, is absolutely thrilling.
Perhaps it’s just a level of accomplishment; so many of those that advanced are part of an establishment I respect greatly: Gethard, Still, Hines… To perform on the same level as those guys is fantastic; to have them say, “great show” is amazing.
Gladstone, UCB 3 on 3 Semi-Finals: Saturday, Nov. 28th.
With the exception of Emo Phillips, I completely agree.
Remember Jeff Dunham on 30 Rock? Completely cringeworthy. We don’t even want to talk about the rest of them.
Accurate? Sure. Relevant? Not that much. I can’t remember the last time I saw Emo Phillips anywhere… I dunno, I tend to find disparagement such an exhausting venture, despite doing it on occasion. Talking about what you like fills you up, talking about what you hate deflates you.
I was about to crap on Newsweek for turning itself into ‘Mean Liberals Weekly’ but this list is pretty dead on.
I’ve been trying to write more. I’ve been a heck of a lot more concientious about having ideas and writing them down, but I’m still struggling to just get my buns down in front of a laptop and writing it. It’s frustrating. I get distracted easily (a reason I hate working from home).
I’m also great at banging out a first draft, but the more I write, fuzzier that perfect sketch idea I had becomes and I lose all perspective on what I wrote. That’s frustrating.
The Yankees are a terrible, terrible baseball team. They are a cancer on baseball, spreading and dominating and destroying an otherwise healthy host.
It’s not that the Yankees aren’t good; they’re always a good team. It isn’t the organization either; the organization is doubtless the best in baseball. And that’s the problem.
The Yankees are the baseball equivalent of the kid who owned Super Street Fighter 2 and invited other kids who didn’t own it to play it. Of course, the kid won every time because he owned the game. No one could compete. And that’s the problem with the Yankees.
The Yankees’ farm system is second to none. Their owners and coaches have brought baseball as close to an art as it’s likely to come. They develop and trade for the absolute best, and hold them their with gobs and gobs of money. It’s not chance that the Yankees, on average, in the World Series once every 4 years and have won a good 5th of all championships. The Yankees have Super Street Fighter 2, and no one else in the league does.
Yankees fans will make a good faith attempt to validate the Yankees’ existence. “They’re just good! They don’t do anything any other team could do.” Strangely, when it comes to baseball, the people of New York turn into little Ayn Rands and defend their dominance. Of course, every team can’t do what the Yankees do; their simply isn’t the prestige, resources, or money available to do what the Yankees do.
Many solutions have been offered (and, of course, rejected by Yankees fans), most notably a baseball salary cap and expanded free agency system.
I propose a far more simple solution: we burn Yankee stadium to the ground.