I am the mad scientist supreme of sports blogging. While you may think that to be a bit pretentious — arrogant, even — I simply love to freak out and Hulk Smash conventional wisdom. Think of me as Doc Brown from Back to the Future, although without the crazy hair and the 1.21 Giga…whatever. Anyway, there’s nothing selfish about caring that much is there?
To me, there’s always more to life, and sports, than meets the eye. I am incredibly passionate about pretty much anything worth talking about. Philadelphia sports in particular are just one of those creative vehicles through which I release vast amounts of energy. If you read anything I ever compose or listen to what I have to say (P.S. there’s a lot!), know this: you may love me, or you may hate me, but it will be one hell of a ride.
You will also get a lot of nerdy references and gibberish that you won’t understand unless you were born in the 90’s. But I am an equal opportunity nerd so don’t be confused or feel frustrated if you have no idea what I’m talking about.
The truth is I’m not here to tell you anything that’s supposed to be life-altering. If that becomes the case then more power to you, but this is a bit of an experiment of my own. I want to push boundaries and make things uncomfortable. I don’t want this to be just any run-of-the-mill sports blog section. Although my intention is to never be outright belligerent, being a fan can get pretty intense. People would say that being a fan prevents one from being truly objective. I would have to disagree with that statement. It’s like having a little brother that you’re totally allowed to pick on, but if anyone else does it you want nothing more than to rub their faces in concrete. You have express license to analyze, dissect, and stitch back together whichever sibling is behaving badly.
I’ve been a fan of Philadelphia sports my entire life and in running with my previous statements, see it as a Brotherhood of sorts. It is not a gang! When it comes to Brotherly love, bumps and bruises are to be expected. We are a complicated bunch who act like we’ve always got something to lose. Most of us become emotionally invested in one, if not all four professional sports teams at an early age. When they lose miserably, we lose miserably. So my lovely readers will get a taste of disdain in the highest. I do however, like to believe that this make the victories all the sweeter.
Sports in general are great action, comedy, and drama crammed all onto one giant stage. There are heroes, villains, and even crazy people who we don’t know what to think about so we just laugh at them (I’m looking at you Andrew Bynum). That’s the great thing about professional athletes in the city of Philadelphia: sometimes they can be heroes and villains at the same time. Alas, this is but the tip of the iceberg when it comes to this matter. I will analyze the crap out of players, teams, managers, etc.
I’m not superstitious about sports, but I’m pretty damn religious about it. Shut up, it makes perfect sense! It’s not your grandfather’s stuffy football religiousness or daddy’s college basketball obsession; this is hardcore stuff people. I accept all forms of hysteria into my life but I have a particular interest in new school thinking. Moneyball is my personal bible. I don’t say that lightly; I’m dead serious. That book changed my damn life, not just the way I look at baseball.
I try not to read too deep into things but at this point in my life it’s inescapable. What can I say? In college I majored in spazzing the f–k out (English, actually, if you were wondering) with a minor in BS. Along the way I’ll chastise the Eagles constantly for being inadequate, ridicule the Flyers for being all or nothing all of the time, the Phillies for getting carried away with success and not making it last, and the Sixers for just being dumb. That’s it for now. I know nothing’s perfect, but you’ll enjoy my intensity, and perhaps one day appreciate the sheer depth of my madness!