Tuesday, August 6, 2019

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

Positive Numbers: United FC (Last Week: -2).  This week is a tough one.  We have two great teams that are doing very well right now.  So, which team gets the top spot?  In the end, I relied on two factors.  One, the record during the screening week -- which, to be fair, is not fair, but I have relied on it as the predetermining factor for ranking teams in the WMNSS since its inception.  But two, I am looking at expectations compared to where I thought the Loons and the Twins would be.  This is also unfair, because I and everybody else, I'm sure, had no idea the Twins would be leading the American League Central Division and have a lineup on pace to not just set but shatter the record for most Home Runs in a season in The History Of Major League Baseball.

But I grade based on recency, and recent form suggests that things were better for the Twins earlier in the season than now.  Compare that to MNUFC -- which, again to be fair, had reason expectations that they would be competing for a playoff spot.  They are doing that and then some, albeit courtesy of one Game.  But what a Game it was: A 1-0 victory at The Nest over the Portland Timbers when it was the visiting side that had the better chances.  But it was a handball in Added Time in the box from Timbers Center Back Larrys Mabiala -- checked after VAR -- that gave Ethan Finlay (seemingly the fourth choice on the squad) the Penalty Kick Goal in the 92nd Minute (even though Portland Goalie Steve Clark guessed right; he flung himself to his right and got a piece of the ball, but it went in anyway).  United FC Head Coach Adrian Heath thought of it as cheap, but no matter; because of the win Sunday afternoon, as of press time, MNUFC are in, get this, second place in the Western Conference.  I and many others probably didn't think they would be this far up the table this deep into the season.  So for that, not only am I putting them up top, I'm giving them Positive Numbers, too.  (That allows me to give the Twins a 0, which is not a bad consolation gift.  That's my way of giving them dap.)

Now, Inchy have some spinning plates.  Wednesday they face Portland again, at home again, this time in the Semifinals of the U.S. Open Cup.  It appears as though both teams played 10 of their usual starting XI; they inserted Jeremy Ebobisse in as a sub over the weekend, while Darwin Quintero had to take the Match off for yellow card accumulation.  Do both teams just roll out the same lineup again?  And both teams play yet again (in Major League Soccer play) over the weekend; Minnesota heads to Dallas to play Saturday night.  Would Gaffer just rely on his eleven horses to get through three Games in the span of seven days?  Regardless, how will the Loons, who are now unbeaten in their last 11 matches that count, fare this time next week?

#0: Twins (Last Week: -1).  One day, maybe I can look back on this and appreciate the rest between the Twins and Cleveland during the 2019 season.  But not now.  Nevertheless, the lead, which was at two Games this time last Survey, has doubled to four.  The Tribe in their meatier part of their schedule and are still doing pretty well.  Meanwhile, the home Nine just completed a 6-1 screening week with a two-Run Game-ender last/Monday night versus the Atlanta Braves off the bat of Miguel Sano, who was Pinch-Hitting:



On seeing the highlight for the first time I thought that ball landed in Center Field.  But then I realized that Braves Center Fielder Ronald Acuna, Jr. trotting to the dugout.  When a fielder is coming in as the ball is going out, that ball's a Home Run.

I do need to talk about Sano. I, like many people, decided to write him off after he came back from injury earlier this year to a major slump. But, if reports are accurate, he decided to take the time to tear down the mechanics of his swing and built it back up to be an even better one. Statistics say he's doing a lot better. It'll be dramatics like last/Monday night that will convince the layman that Sano's a keeper.

Who may not be a keeper? Sam Dyson. The reliever was the only pickup the Twins made in the run-up to the Trade Deadline. After getting shipped from San Francisco, he was inserted into Thursday's game at Miami holding a 4-1 lead and promptly gave it all up; the Marlins won it, 5-4, in twelve Innings, the club's only loss this week. The next night, at home vs. Kansas City, he was put in in the Eighth Inning ... where he gave up four Hits and three Runs. The Twins hung on to beat the Royals, 11-9, but on Sunday Dyson was put on the 10-Day Injured List with "right biceps tendinitis." Maybe this trade, for which the Twins gave up three prospects, wasn't a good one.

This is a pivotal screening week. After finishing up against The Bastard Boston-By-Way-Of-Milwaukee Braves, they have four contests against ... Cleveland. At least the series will be at Target Field.

#-1: Lynx (Last Week: -3).  OK, now the Lynx have become the Jynx.  Because what happened Saturday ... man, not only is it not characteristic of their dynastic years (which I think it's safe to say we can refer to in the past tense now), but it's not something the franchise did when they blew chunks.  At Indiana, they had a 20-Point lead in the Second Quarter and blew it.  On top of that, they went on to lose to the Fever by 11 Points.  It is the worst blown lead in Lynx history.  And they have now lost four in a row, and have fallen to below .500.  My, my, my -- what.  A.  Mess.

Busy screening week.  At Atlanta tonight/Tuesday night, home to Connecticut Friday, at Washington Sunday afternoon.  One bright spot, maybe: Seimone Augustus is listed as probably for the Dream tilt.

#-Infinity: Wild (Re-Entry!).  It was Tuesday afternoon, just as I was tuning into The Common Man on KFAN (his producer, Brandon Mileski, was filling him as host) about 15 Minutes in, when Tenna B broke the big news: Mild General Manager Paul Fenton was fired after only one season.  The press conference by Owner Craig Leipold, and, apparently, a later hit piece (and I mean that in a good way) by Michael Russo of The Athletic fills in the reason why.  Paul Fenton made trades that made no sense and after little to no consultation with the scouting department and people it would make sense to talk to; he promoted his son to an important position in scouting despite having little experience; he bullied and threatened people working for him after anonymous sources contributed to stories about the inner workings of the Wild front office; and he suspiciously took trips to vacation spots such as Cape Cod ... which, by the way, was where Fenton was when Leipold shitcanned him.

Again, I didn't read Russo's piece because I have no more money to give.  But it appears as though one thing was made abundantly clear: Paul Fenton is a Grade A dick.  And if Russo is the journalist I think he is, the facts borne out on his imperious, incompetent tenure should mean he never gets a job as a General Manager ever again -- and, by all rights, he shouldn't have a job in hockey, too.  To me, the bullying and threatening is what pisses me off about him.  He has shown he had little understanding of how to be a general manager, and instead he fills up his time learning about stories about the team and trying to figure out who the leaks are?  You've got an old and flailing team to run -- and they became old and flailing partly because of you!  What a colossal fucking dick he is.  If Donald Trump were a GM, he would be Paul Fenton.

But for most others, it'll be the moves that will piss them off.  Trades that were lightly questioned when they were made have become huge mistakes now that Fenton is gone.  (That raises a journalism question.  I feel as though Russo and other hockey writers have been holding back on Fenton's moves and behavior.  The truth is coming out now, but do they have an obligation to tell the truth, the whole truth, about him while he was GM?  This seems a tad back-biting to me, even if this needs to be known about him.  And if they were holding back, was the reason they did so a fear of losing access?  I get that, but that's another damning indictment on the importance of access in journalism.)  Most of the pickups don't make sense.  The trades shook up their core, but the jury's out on whether or not they'll be better for the squad in the long run.  There is always the chance that Kevin Fiala and Ryan Donato will turn out to be great pickups for Minnesota.  But it looks as though Paul Fenton hurt and pissed off too many people within the organization in just a season.  And mean and stupid is a very, very bad way to go through life.

So it looks like The Fenton Year is a disaster, and it might have put this franchise in a worse-off position than before.  However, many of those problems predate him.  Hanging over everything are the contracts to Zach Parise and Ryan Suter, both of whom are still receiving large amounts of money for diminished production.  The roster is just about capped (although Fenton signing Mats Zuccarello just about eliminated any flexibility they may have had), and besides the return of Mikko Koivu and Matt Dumba, the Mild are charging into next season with just about the same aged lineup as last season.  Finally, there have been many people saying that Fenton is what they knew he would be.  How did Leipold not know?  And if he didn't, he didn't do his due diligence, either.

While I appreciate an Owner who wants to win, right now this is a sports organization in serious disarray.  And there's no hope they can clean this up, from at least my perspective, in the near future.

Monday, August 5, 2019

The Three Things I Expect To Donate To Goodwill After I Blog Post This


  1. Red bedsheet.  It's not torn or anything, it's just too big for my bed.
  2. Sheer white bedsheet.  Also not torn, it's also just too big.
  3. Off-yellow sheer pajama bottoms.  Parents probably gave them to me from an excess supply from The Store years, if not decades, ago.  In the right light, you could see through them -- they're that sheer.  I love them, especially in the summertime, but the elastic band just got worn out.

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Sunday, August 4, 2019

Case Of The Shits (I Wish I Had A Less Crass Title, But I Have To Be Transparent)

I am blog posting this just because I want to post twice today.

I had not felt an attack of the shits until tonight.  Coming back from the United match, whereby I stopped by a craft brewery called Blackstack (their Local 770,000 is really good), and thankfully, that pang in my bowels of, "Oh, literal shit's literally about to blow," as I was driving on my street.  Two minutes later I was sitting on the toilet, my underwear (relatively) clean.

I ate a lot, a lot of junky.  I went to the soccer game early enough to take advantage of the "Happy Hour" pricing at some of the concession stands; I bought a hot dog and a slice of pizza, as well as got an MGD Light.  I also woke up early enough today for breakfast at The Bachelor Farmer, where I got a coffee, cinnamon bun and yogurt.  But the latter wasn't it because I had a healthy movement when I got home.  And I'm not sure it's the former, either, because I think the main culprit was the frozen custard I had at Culver's between the game and Blackstack.  Haven't eaten dairy or any frozen ice cream in a while, but it appears as though my Chinese lactose intolerance kicked in.  Either that or the custard was so damn frozen that my body couldn't digest it and just pushed it out.  Or maybe they're both one and the same.

Anyway, I had three more attacks after that one, and I didn't know if it was smart of me to go to Caffetto (where I'm typing this now) and risk getting another attack.  I would probably scuttle downstairs with my laptop to make sure it doesn't get stolen, but it wouldn't look good.  However, so far, so good, and maybe this hot mocha will get rid of the vestiges of the frozen custard out of my colon ... gently.

Went To Sleep With El Paso, Woke Up To Dayton

I had been to Cielo Vista shopping mall in El Paso during my internship down there in 2001.  There were times, especially on the weekends, where I didn't have to go into work (because the stadium was closed) and I had nothing to do except show up to the station on time, and since games and the show were during the evening, I had the afternoon all to myself.  There are two malls in the area, and for some reason, Cielo Vista, in the eastern side of the city, was more popular than Sunland Park in the west.

There was nothing remarkable about Cielo Vista, but that's the point.  Everybody was there, shopping but, like me, mostly people-watching, seeing family enjoying each other, just hanging out and living.  I don't know how it is now, since Amazon and online shopping have decimated shopping malls as a whole, but I hear that between 1,000 and 3,000 people were in the mall at the time of the massacre for back-to-school sales.  And that's not counting anybody in the adjacent Wal-Mart, which I believe was the start of the mass shooting.

My heart goes out to those who died, and who are injured, as well as their families and the entire city of El Paso.  But then again, my heart always goes out to the innocent of these massacres, and nothing has been done.  Politicians and others in a position of power -- people who have the power to stop these shootings through background checks and red flag laws and, fuck it, assault weapons bans -- they send their hearts out, too, but this has happened so fucking much after the, what, almost 300 massacres this calendar year alone that these notes of thoughts and prayers and now goddamn useless.

And I wake up to see there's been another shooting, this time in a bar in Dayton.  #ThisIsAmerica

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Linin' Up All My Hoes!

In a move of masculine desperation -- and even though I am getting a lot of action already -- tonight I texted hi to, like five strippers.  And three of them replied ... to which I kind of implied (OK, maybe I did more than imply) that I want to have the sex with them and I have the whole house to myself.

Two of them replied.  One of them seems to be lined up, and one might be.  And now I don't know where to put them because I have house parties to go to tonight, then a visit to the strip club some time this week, then my return trip to fuck ****e next week.  And I still need to clean the house!  Ah, fuck it, I'm not cleaning the house. ...

The Post-It Notes That Might Save Me

Going off on my last blog post, there might be some help for me to deal with not being able to remember what the fuck to do at work.  When I began training in this department, I felt the need to write down instructions.  However, I did not have a note pad ... but I did have Post-It Notes, and so whenever I had something I thought I needed to remember, I would write it on a Post-It (the smallest size), peel it off, fold it in on itself, and stick it in my pocket.  And there was a lot to remember, so I wrote on many Post-Its ... and when I came home at night,  I had a pocket full of them, all with notes to remind me what to do.

I didn't organize them, of course.  I threw them onto a pile which I kept in the kitchen counter while my parents were away.  I didn't review them, either.  In fact, the last time I remember even glancing at them -- I think -- was when one of my stripper girlfriends came over to clean the house.  She had a sandwich/Glad bag in which she threw in all of the small, sundry items I had on the counter: Those Post-Its, a holder of cards, various other notes from loose paper, etc.

I'm looking for that.  And I don't know where it is.  Obviously it wouldn't be in the kitchen anymore because my parents came back.  But where did it go to?  I hope to Buddha it's not in storage; at the very least I would hope that I would know that there is information in there that I would need, and having it in-house would be the very least I could do to make sure I would retrieve it when I absolutely would need it -- like right now.

I don't know whether this would put me in a better light with my supervisors, but now, yesterday, was my breaking point.  This is now/that was when I decided I needed to do better.  Now, I need to find the notes that will help me do better.  I feel kind of stupid without them.  So where the hell are they?

Friday, August 2, 2019

My God, this was such a bad day at work for me ... asking questions, screwing up and people knowing it ... seriously, for all the mistakes I made today, I wonder how I haven't been fired yet.  I really should stop these fuck-ups, you know?

OK, I Was Drunk Yesterday

I used the words "tired" and "energy" in my previous blog post, but I really should have said "drunk" and "sobriety" instead.  And what makes me confess is that, when I went out in the evening, I couldn't find my credit card.  I had to go back to Insight late in the evening, where I was drinking after work, to retrieve my card.  Now, I'm not precisely sure that I was so drunk that I forgot it.  There is a chance (hear me out) that the bartender didn't give me my card back, because I don't remember being given it back.  But that may be because I was too drunk to either get it, or even remember.

Everything turned out fine, even though I was panicking as all get-out after eating chicken wings and not being able to find my card.  Unfortunately and fortunately (and this is #firstworldproblems) I had cash and used it, even though it was not my plan to use any cash yesterday and thus my OCD plan has been ruined.

Tip: Maybe not drink so much.

Thursday, August 1, 2019

It's National IPA Day ...

... and I have already gone to one craft brewery, Insight, to have two beers (not planned; got one, then saw that they had a special keg for the occasion, so I bought another; oh, and I needed these beers after being sent to the lab the entire afternoon).  And I plan on going to another one, Surly, because they're giving away t-shirts.

I should be there by now, but I was so ... uh, tired that I took a nap.  Just woke up, realized I hadn't blogged for the day yet, so here I am.  I might be too late for the t-shirts, but still, I'm going to leave after doing this (and seeing the beginning of the NFL Hall Of Fame Game -- can you believe it's already football season?!) because I need to keep up appearances by going to one of the two places our alumni group watches football games.  Hope I have enough ... uh, energy to do it!