2003 was the last time the Steelers had a losing season. It's been a while.
Before that it was 1999. We have been good for over a decade. We have been consistent. This year is very painful to watch. I'm hoping it's a one year abirition but it sure doesn't feel like it.
Last season was 8-8 and this season I suspect we'll get bout 6, maybe 7 wins but I do feel it's going to be below .500.
We do have some tools in place but without an offensive line it's getting harder and harder to win games. Drafting two guys in the 1st two rounds last year was supposed to sure us up along with Pouncey, but injuries have decimated us once again and we are left playing people like Guy Whimper and whoever that center is that was rejected during the season and released.
Bell seems like eventually he could be good, but when you get excited about a guy carrying it 20+ times and still not reaching 100 yards - is there really anything worth getting excited about?
Jarvis Jones is going to be an impact player as soon as he figures out how to play in the NFL. He looks like a rookie at times. Worilds has not developed into the guy they thought he would and is only a fill in until Jones is ready to go or until we stop getting injuries (as I write this Woodley was injured again and didn't finish the game against Buffalo).
The secondary looks awful this year. Ike Taylor appears to have lost a step and Clark/Polamalou just don't appear to have the same chemistry as before. When you are forced to start either Allen or Gay (who we got rid of previously because he was awful) in the corner position you know there are issues.
There is no pass rush and the Defensive Line doesn't appear to know how to fill the gaps to stop the run. Heyward is no Aaron Smith and Ziggy Hood only made a good relief guy.
We have Big Ben and a great receiving core in Brown, Sanders, Cotchery and Miller but without time to protect the QB and without a running game that actually puts fear into the defense it's hard to rely on that. This is why we are forced to settle for so many field goals when we reach the red-zone.
Oh, it's a painful year to be a Steelers fan but it could be worse.
Some teams go through this every year and not once or twice a decade.
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Sunday, September 16, 2012
Weight Loss - Day 98 - Plus some
Almost 100 days and still showing some minor progress and, more importantly, no regress.
The only fight of the evening that was a disappointment was the final fight, Canelo vs Lopez and that is only because I haven't been a boxing fan in years and know nothing about any of the fighters.
Yesterday I weighed myself because I knew it was going to be a rough night full of pizza and pasta go to with the Boxing Matches. However, I did not overdo it which I'm pretty happy about.
Today I came in at 265.
5 more pounds to go to hit that all elusive 260 number. Taking it one day at a time and one salad at at time.
I haven't updated on the push-ups but I'm still getting some in almost daily. I found that with some stress that is going on in my life I think killing myself with the push-ups like I was ended up just adding a ton of tension into my neck/shoulder muscles which at one point caused a 3 day headache. So, I've backed off on killing myself just trying to get as many as possible and instead of just cut back to doing a few sets per day to keep up with some sort of exercise and to slowly build my muscle that way instead.
Today, while watching Football, eating wings and drinking beer I'm going to put in at least 50 pushups over the course of the day. It really sounds puny but just a couple weeks ago the most I could do when "maxing out" was literally 6. So, I'm actually quite happy with my progress and the fact that I can do 10+ without a struggle at this point.
My bedroom is close to empty at this point. Almost every single Blue Ray and Video Game I own has been packed up and transported to my storage unit waiting for the next move. Everything I have been told points to being able to start cleaning/moving back into the house this coming Saturday/Sunday.
Last night after I came home from the boxing matches one of my neighbors approached me asking me if I knew where to buy some weed. She said she was told by someone else that I smoke and would know. I had to disappoint her and send her on her not-so-merry way weedless and sulken.
Speaking of Boxing - Las Vegas was home to two different big events last night. One which was fought at the Thomas n Mac Center (I think) was on PPV and that one included the Chavez Jr fight. The one I watched was billed as the Knock Out Kings and was full of talent surrounding Oscar De La Hoya (however you have to spell that) and was free on Showtime and overall was a good set of fights. These fights took place at the MGM Grand!
Lopez was over matched big time. I believe he stepped up a weight class to fight Canelo and it really showed. Canelo, the champion, looked bigger and better and really beat down the smaller man. Canelo is one of those guys to watch because he might be a force. He is only 22 years old but he's already fought like 48 times so far with no losses and only one draw. However, at this point in his career he is going to start fighting better competition and will be fun to watch.
Currently I am downloading the HBO PPV from last night so I can watch those fights as well.
I am ready for football today. In a previous post I listed some games that I would have bet on if I were a betting man. So, I'm looking forward to seeing how well I guessed those games as I keep track during the season.
Steelers vs Jets today - Big game as the Steelers need to bounce back with a win. I can't say for sure and will feel more confident after the 1st quarter of the season is over, but there is a good chance the Steelers are fighting for a Wild-Card spot again as the Ravens really look to be taking off offensively while still maintaining a damned good defense. We cannot afford to lose a 2nd game to start the season and be two games back of Baltimore and potentially 1 game back of Cincy as they play the inept Browns today.
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Friday, August 10, 2012
In Which I ramble
I'm not 100% sure what the hell is going on here but back in may Splitter was kind enough to make a special guest post on my blog and lately the hits have really been racking up for that particular post.
It has just as many hits as all of my other blog posts combined in the past week or (perchance) even longer.
Whatever, I'll take the traffic any way I can get it.
On that note, the number one way people are finding my blog is via the search word "lesbian" so I've got that going for me.
I will also be passing the 50k page hits mark in the near future which is a pretty f'n cool thing if I do say so myself.
None of that is what I came here to talk about today though. I came to talk about changes.
Yesterday Carmel and I spent some time together and both acted like perfect adults. There was no arguing, no accusations no outward ill will or any of the other things that we have come to expect over the course of the past year or so. We got together and finalized the last bit of paperwork for the house and talked like normal adults. On the bell curve this currently falls somewhere around fucking outlyer.
So with that being said I'm now less than two months from having to physically move every bloody thing I own one more time. I've only done it like 40 other times during my life so what is one more right? Last time I enlisted the help one one friend, this time I'm going to expand exponentially and enlist the help of upwards of 4 friends. While this might be hard for some of you to believe, I might actually have four friends who happen to live within some proximity of me who actually would help me get all of my shit from point A to point B. (one of them is just going to be on Vacation and visiting so I have yet to tell him how he is spending his Vegas Vacation yet - Sucker!!)
In all honesty, I fucking hate packing more than I hate moving.
Referenced and Linked above is "the penis mightier than the sword" C.S. Splitter who, as I hear rumblings from his editor, is almost completed with his 3rd book "The grrouchie."
(working title that I just made up, may or may not be true).
As I was talking to his editor today I told her how excited I was to actually see myself in print form (if you didn't know, I'm going to be a fictional character in the book and at one point I heard through the rumor mill that I might not die and could end up in book #4 *nudge nudge*). Of course she then alluded to she couldn't wait either and was the one tasked with making me look good, er, I mean making his book look good and readable.
So, I'm now asking for everyone to donate to my Paypal account so I can pay her off as she edits me magnificently so that everyone falls in love with the character and clamorous for more until I am a folk hero legend with a cult following and millions and millions of letters are sent to Splitter demanding my own Spin Off Novel, Series, TV Show and Movies. I want action figures and plushies and a fucking T-shirt that says "I survived a Splitter Novel as a extra."
Oh, I'm going to be so famous in my own mind!
And lastly I want to mention that even though it hasn't been brought up in the past couple of months I am still constantly thinking about my future career as an Open Mic Comic.
While I have yet to use her talents and services, the lovely Linda Lou will be taken advantage of (left up to your imagination). I feel blessed to have randomly made such a contact who is also a nice person, outgoing and actually wants to help out someone aspiring to torture himself in such a manner.
My plans have never changed but life is all about having to be in the right place to do things properly. I am slowly getting to that right place, I feel it's just around the next corner or two, maybe over the next hill but the time is coming. With that said I've also made another contact who currently happens to live in the greater Pittsburgh area and is a Die Hard Steelers fan as well.
This contact also is thanks to the Internet (so thank you Al Gore for inventing that for me). She is the aunt of one of my Facebook pals whom I worked with at my current Retail job and actually cuts the hair for my mother. The niece, not the aunt. I confused myself. In the interest of confusion I'm not editing any of that - screw you guys, figure it out yourself.
Anyways, this person added me on Facebook recently and we started talking about the Steelers and other things of awesome import when somehow it was discovered that I'm interested in being an entertainer (not that type) and want to give comedy a try. This is when I found out she has somewhat of a background in writing (comedy specifically) and totally wants me to leech off of her teat and will allow me to use her as a resource as well to help me achieve my goals.
Right now I think the world is in love with me and great things will be happening.
And as the great Jim Morrison once said.
C'mon and Touch Me Baby!
OoOoooo, yeah, right there.
It has just as many hits as all of my other blog posts combined in the past week or (perchance) even longer.
Whatever, I'll take the traffic any way I can get it.
On that note, the number one way people are finding my blog is via the search word "lesbian" so I've got that going for me.
I will also be passing the 50k page hits mark in the near future which is a pretty f'n cool thing if I do say so myself.
None of that is what I came here to talk about today though. I came to talk about changes.
Yesterday Carmel and I spent some time together and both acted like perfect adults. There was no arguing, no accusations no outward ill will or any of the other things that we have come to expect over the course of the past year or so. We got together and finalized the last bit of paperwork for the house and talked like normal adults. On the bell curve this currently falls somewhere around fucking outlyer.
So with that being said I'm now less than two months from having to physically move every bloody thing I own one more time. I've only done it like 40 other times during my life so what is one more right? Last time I enlisted the help one one friend, this time I'm going to expand exponentially and enlist the help of upwards of 4 friends. While this might be hard for some of you to believe, I might actually have four friends who happen to live within some proximity of me who actually would help me get all of my shit from point A to point B. (one of them is just going to be on Vacation and visiting so I have yet to tell him how he is spending his Vegas Vacation yet - Sucker!!)
In all honesty, I fucking hate packing more than I hate moving.
Referenced and Linked above is "the penis mightier than the sword" C.S. Splitter who, as I hear rumblings from his editor, is almost completed with his 3rd book "The grrouchie."
(working title that I just made up, may or may not be true).
As I was talking to his editor today I told her how excited I was to actually see myself in print form (if you didn't know, I'm going to be a fictional character in the book and at one point I heard through the rumor mill that I might not die and could end up in book #4 *nudge nudge*). Of course she then alluded to she couldn't wait either and was the one tasked with making me look good, er, I mean making his book look good and readable.
So, I'm now asking for everyone to donate to my Paypal account so I can pay her off as she edits me magnificently so that everyone falls in love with the character and clamorous for more until I am a folk hero legend with a cult following and millions and millions of letters are sent to Splitter demanding my own Spin Off Novel, Series, TV Show and Movies. I want action figures and plushies and a fucking T-shirt that says "I survived a Splitter Novel as a extra."
Oh, I'm going to be so famous in my own mind!
And lastly I want to mention that even though it hasn't been brought up in the past couple of months I am still constantly thinking about my future career as an Open Mic Comic.
While I have yet to use her talents and services, the lovely Linda Lou will be taken advantage of (left up to your imagination). I feel blessed to have randomly made such a contact who is also a nice person, outgoing and actually wants to help out someone aspiring to torture himself in such a manner.
My plans have never changed but life is all about having to be in the right place to do things properly. I am slowly getting to that right place, I feel it's just around the next corner or two, maybe over the next hill but the time is coming. With that said I've also made another contact who currently happens to live in the greater Pittsburgh area and is a Die Hard Steelers fan as well.
This contact also is thanks to the Internet (so thank you Al Gore for inventing that for me). She is the aunt of one of my Facebook pals whom I worked with at my current Retail job and actually cuts the hair for my mother. The niece, not the aunt. I confused myself. In the interest of confusion I'm not editing any of that - screw you guys, figure it out yourself.
Anyways, this person added me on Facebook recently and we started talking about the Steelers and other things of awesome import when somehow it was discovered that I'm interested in being an entertainer (not that type) and want to give comedy a try. This is when I found out she has somewhat of a background in writing (comedy specifically) and totally wants me to leech off of her teat and will allow me to use her as a resource as well to help me achieve my goals.
Right now I think the world is in love with me and great things will be happening.
And as the great Jim Morrison once said.
C'mon and Touch Me Baby!
OoOoooo, yeah, right there.
Thursday, August 09, 2012
About time to get back to church!
Today I'm officially feeling a bit beat up, run down and sore after voluntarily helping to unload and put away the freight truck yesterday.
My first thought was that it would be good exercise and that I could really use the workout. When I arrived I immediately decided to be one of the two people in the truck sending all the merch down the conveyer belt for everyone else to sort and separate. I know that my peeps have a system of pallets set up for every department where the merch is sent so that it can be distributed and I also know that I do not have those memorized and as such if I were one of the ones loading the pallets it would take longer because I'd constantly be searching for where in the hell to put everything.
However, another consideration was the fact that inside the truck it would be about 300 degrees and it would help me to sweat like a MoFo, which is precisely what happened. 2 and a half hours later the truck was empty and I was really feeling like I might need a sponge bath and a change of underwear. Neither of those happened unfortunately and I was stuck walking around with swamp nuts for the remainder of my shift until I got home and was finally able to shower.
All in all I'm quite happy with how well I felt that I contributed to everything and depending on my schedule I'd really like to help out once a week in order to get the hell out of my normal office for a bit and do something else. I don't really feel like this is something management will really let me get away with too much as it's taking an entire day away from me doing my actual job but it never hurts to try.
The overlying issue is that I'm getting to that point with my job that I don't want to be there. I need a change, I need to switch departments and try something new. I search the job postings daily looking for anything that reaches out and grabs me by the balls and says "Apply for this" however part time hardware positions don't really scream excitement.
The other issue that I face is the fact that my current position, while much shittier than before for various reasons, affords me to take off every single Sunday of the year.
Everyone knows that Sunday is the holy day. A day to get in touch with ones maker, eat poorly and have a few (too many) beers. A day to hang out with other members of the brotherhood in celebration of life, liberty and the pursuit of the Stairway to Seven.
Today, for me, the preseason officially begins as the Steelers take on the Eagles. I, however, will be working and not enjoying being there while there is football being played. Doesn't matter that it's preseason, I want to watch my boys and see the position battles. I want to cheer them on live and on TV and not from a video I found online after the fact.
But, it will all be OK because, after all, it really is just the preseason. These are the games that really only matter to a select few who are fighting for a roster spot. It's not like my team has any big time competitions for starting positions going on. This is a time for my new offensive linemen to develop and gel so that they can lead Number 7 and his band of misfits to Number 7. This is a time for the defense to get over its aches and pains and get to the point where once again they are proving that age is just a number and no matter what Warren Sap things, we ain't over the hill - we're primed and ready to be number 1 again, number one with a vengeance.
So, won't everyone join me in church this year as we pray?
My first thought was that it would be good exercise and that I could really use the workout. When I arrived I immediately decided to be one of the two people in the truck sending all the merch down the conveyer belt for everyone else to sort and separate. I know that my peeps have a system of pallets set up for every department where the merch is sent so that it can be distributed and I also know that I do not have those memorized and as such if I were one of the ones loading the pallets it would take longer because I'd constantly be searching for where in the hell to put everything.
However, another consideration was the fact that inside the truck it would be about 300 degrees and it would help me to sweat like a MoFo, which is precisely what happened. 2 and a half hours later the truck was empty and I was really feeling like I might need a sponge bath and a change of underwear. Neither of those happened unfortunately and I was stuck walking around with swamp nuts for the remainder of my shift until I got home and was finally able to shower.
All in all I'm quite happy with how well I felt that I contributed to everything and depending on my schedule I'd really like to help out once a week in order to get the hell out of my normal office for a bit and do something else. I don't really feel like this is something management will really let me get away with too much as it's taking an entire day away from me doing my actual job but it never hurts to try.
The overlying issue is that I'm getting to that point with my job that I don't want to be there. I need a change, I need to switch departments and try something new. I search the job postings daily looking for anything that reaches out and grabs me by the balls and says "Apply for this" however part time hardware positions don't really scream excitement.
The other issue that I face is the fact that my current position, while much shittier than before for various reasons, affords me to take off every single Sunday of the year.
Everyone knows that Sunday is the holy day. A day to get in touch with ones maker, eat poorly and have a few (too many) beers. A day to hang out with other members of the brotherhood in celebration of life, liberty and the pursuit of the Stairway to Seven.
Today, for me, the preseason officially begins as the Steelers take on the Eagles. I, however, will be working and not enjoying being there while there is football being played. Doesn't matter that it's preseason, I want to watch my boys and see the position battles. I want to cheer them on live and on TV and not from a video I found online after the fact.
But, it will all be OK because, after all, it really is just the preseason. These are the games that really only matter to a select few who are fighting for a roster spot. It's not like my team has any big time competitions for starting positions going on. This is a time for my new offensive linemen to develop and gel so that they can lead Number 7 and his band of misfits to Number 7. This is a time for the defense to get over its aches and pains and get to the point where once again they are proving that age is just a number and no matter what Warren Sap things, we ain't over the hill - we're primed and ready to be number 1 again, number one with a vengeance.
So, won't everyone join me in church this year as we pray?
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