In September, the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit reinstated a lawsuit brought by a Cleveland Indians fan, Jeffrey Swiecicki, who had been ejected from a game and later convicted of resisting arrest after he loudly referred to…
Not all of them, necessarily. All fan bases have the good, the bad and the ignorant. Seattle may well have an excess of morons rooting for them at the moment given their recent success due to the bandwagon fan effect. All I know is that I tweeted something about the fact that they were fined 300 thousand frigging dollars for breaking the rules during their OTA’s this spring, and I got buried in an avalanche of complete fucking ignorance.
Let’s break it down.
1. $300,000 is a serious fine for the league to assess, so obviously the bosses on Park Avenue considered it a serious offense.
2. Pete Carroll has a well-documented history of cheating.
3. The league restricted contact in OTA’s as a direct result of the increased focus on preventing player injuries (and lawsuits).
4. By restricting contact you by definition slow down the speed of the drills/practice. That is both common sense and physics.
5. Coaches, GM’s and players have all been bitching about the new restrictions on contact in OTA’s. They universally complain about the fact that the restricted contact slows down the practice and does not allow them to simulate game speed, run actual plays and toughen themselves physically for the season.
6. Breaking the rules and allowing contact UNQUESTIONABLY gives a team a competitive advantage, and this is the reason the Seahawks faced a massive fine.
So each and every one of the Seahawks fans who disputed the fine and the benefit of the cheating that they did is hereby welcome to lick my left nut. You are ignorant, you are stupid, and anyone with the slightest knowledge of the game laughs at you.
I spent a full decade of my life putting on tailored suits, hanging out in nightclubs, chasing women and doing a whole lot of drugs. While fun, it was the cab ride home that was the worst. It was usually right about now, around six in the morning. Fighting back the runny nose and trying not to fall apart at every red light and more than anything praying that I could get up five flights of stairs without seeing any of my neighbors.
Once again I find myself up at this hour. However this time I have freshly brewed coffee as my drug of choice. I have already set up some bread dough to rise and have a green curry rice pilaf simmering in some homemade lamb stock. Once the baby wakes I’ll take her over to my butcher and have him cut up some meat for our barbecue tomorrow.
Life changes, people change. No regrets at all but I am glad I’ve gotten to where I am.
— Bob Balaban aka the nicest guy I’ve ever met
— Bob Balaban, getting deep when discussing which laundromat to film in