Another reminder that "fan" is an abbreviation for "fanatic"

And more proof that many fans in the good old SEC could really use another hobby or two. Or a few more sociology credits. First up, a rant from a parenting blog in Atlanta about how much of a jerk her husband is at UGA games. That's right. A whole six Saturdays in the fall are ruined for her. The whiny complaints are entertaining enough in their own rights, but the comments are where this really shines. It's full of the well crafted insight you would expect (GO FIX ME A SANDWICH) that I suspect really come via horribly whipped guys hiding behing that good old online anonymity. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Next up, comes a real gem. Lets say you've decorated your baby's room with paraphanalia of your favorite team. In this case, it's the Kentucky Wildcats. No biggie, I'm pretty sure a few of my friends spent some of their formative years in things like this. Okay, so the enormous, pouncing, ready-to-maul Wildcat painting over the crib may be a bit much. Anyway, where would you go for creative input on this hard work? A blog dedicated to apartment design chock full of opinionated, judgemental New Yorkers? Of course! The comments go south, where the forecast calls for glib with flashes of snark, quickly. Seriously. If an alien asked me for an explanation of vitriol, I'd go here. Wade through enough of them and you can catch the mom-to-be telling everyone they can just die for all she cares.

A Dating Nightmare

I've had my share of bad dates. They've been derailed by things including (but certainly not limited to) bad Mexican food, ill-chosen movies, "unexpected family emergencies" and crazy white-trash exes. Most folks chalk such things up to experience and move on. But not one intrepid single from New York. His J-date (sort of a Jewish match.com) arranged meeting didn't go as planned, so he decides to stick the girl with half of the bill. Kudos for not being afraid to brazenly embrace stereotypes. It would be like me making 'shine and dating a cousin (which is absurd, distilling is too dangerous and time-consuming for me). But I digress: then he goes all crazy. The resulting story (with audio!) is at PR Differently. Mmmm. That's good crazy.

Visually Impaired Refs, Online Jerks, and Undereducated Slackers

Recently, the Big Ten decided to fire a referee after learning he lost an eye years ago in an accident and didn't bother to tell them about it. Word on the street is that Michigan's coach dimed him out after learning about his handicapability. Early reports also have him being promoted to the head of officiating for the SEC...wait...turns out that having 50% of his vision makes him overqualified for the position.
Speaking of random acts of online douchebaggery, a report out of the UK (England, not the University of Kentucky, you have to specify around here) wonders why being online turns so many of us (and by that I mean YOU) into "raving arseholes". From what I can deduce, he blames our (dammit, YOUR) nastiness on a healthy dose of the sauce and a desire to be journalists. Which isn't even applicable in my case: I was only going to switch to journalism if I failed out of biology.
And speaking of failing out, the latest gossip in the SEC offseason involves revelations of lax coursework for athletes (shocked, shocked I tell you) at Auburn. As reported by the...New York Times??? and gone over in detail from your #1 source for all things SEC, EDSBS. For those inclined to delve into such matters, the comments section degrade quickly into two camps: the Auburn fans "All is well, REMAIN CALM!!!, Everybody else does it, It's a Bama conspiracy" and everybody else. And now fans of other leagues are piling on.

Big Easy: Back to Normal?

Seems that Magazine Street is being terrorized by a gang of kleptomaniac transvestites. The article is chock full of quotables.

Bonga heard people screaming inside Vegas, then saw a blur of cheap wigs and masculine legs in designer shoes streak past her door.

This reminds me of an encounter several friends and I had in the Clover Grill at 3AM, but that story can wait for another time. Oh, and if you stumbled to this site after googling any combinations of the terms "transvestite keptomaniac gang" you will probably be disappointed.