ROTO-SCHILLING

Ok, I know it's been a while, what can I tell you?
Blogging is low on my list of things to do these days, but I'm taking the quality over quantity approach, basically blogging when I really get wound up.

Yesterday, I was.

Now let me say, I understand how fun/frustrating fantasy football can be. I'm in a league, my team sucks arse - Ronnie Brown and Cadillac Williams were my first two picks, but it's still fun. However, I don't fucking obsess over it. And I would never, EVER, do what I saw yesterday.

Celebrating my brother's birthday, me, Joe Pendleton Sr. and my brother went to a place with Sunday Ticket to bang down some tastes, watch every game and eat some grub.

So there we were having fun and then I spot a dude looking for a table. The problem was, no tables had an outlet for him to plug in his laptop. Yes, this dude actually brought a laptop with him to the bar so he could track his fantasy game. Get a fucking life. This fantasy thing has gone too far. When I think fantasy, it's Without a Trace star Poppy Montgomery, Rosalyn Sanchez and a can of Reddi Whip, not a laptop in a bar tracking how Marc Bulger is doing.

Other than that, not much else going on. The beer count is through the roof after a weekend of drinking in Colorado for a wedding, a complete bash of a wedding the following week in Hoboken when a midget in a wheelchair played the keyboards and banged out tunes and a Thanksgiving weekend that featured nothing but football and tastes (the laptop stayed home).

A few things to look forward to before the year ends.

1. THe most overrated bands of all time post I have promised since Oct.
2. The 10 best/worst days of the year.

I promise these will be posted soon.