Let’s Talk About Sportsball (Stay With Me, Y’all)

Sportsball has been getting a lot of attention this week. Or, to be more specific, not sportsball itself– the pre-sportsball ritual of playing the national anthem. This…. seems like a stupid controversy to waste brain space on. I wish we could get away from the brainwashing of the 24-hour news cycle and separate our entertainment from our information. Maybe then we would be able to (regardless of our politics) focus on solving actual issues and not fetishize spectacle….

Because I, for one, want to get back to sports for the sake of sports! It may surprise those of you who know me as a self-hating Bachelor-franchise fan that I also enjoy sporting pastimes… but it’s true! I like watching people compete over throwing a ball through a hoop, running/swimming/whatevering really fast/far/etc., and also oh flipping in the air a bunch and hurling themselves down chutes of ice in wooden sled-missiles, because heck, it’s fun to watch!

So, without further ado, to remind us all why we bother watching sports, please enjoy this video of a Cubs shortstop crashing into a fan’s nachos.

 

 

Jack Her Up! Or, Five Things I’ve Learned from Say Yes to the Dress

Y’all, I have had the delightful (not sarcastic!) but also bizarre experience recently of being the second set of eyeballs for a delightful friend shopping for her wedding dress. Because my friend is the most low key bride in the world (“I don’t have Pinterest. I like the color blue,” was her response to the “what’s your wedding going to be like?” interrogation by the various bridal consultants), the experience was pleasant and anthropological, and I was grateful to be of some limited assistance to her wedding journey….

However, the experience reawakened one of my more shameful addictions…. It’s hard to admit publicly, but Say Yes to the Dress is basically my version of bath salts. I say I’m going to watch a little, and then a little turns into a lot, and soon I’m rampaging through the streets biting off strangers’ appendages because TRUMPET GOWNS MAKE ME DISSOCIATIVE.

In an effort to find a silver lining to this problem, I have compiled a list of five lessons I have learned over the years from watching SYTTD…..

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