Being a Sports Writer

While I generally keep all hockey discussion over on my hockey web site, some things are just so good that I have to share it with all of you too.

So this morning I posted an article on the New York Rangers for ESPN, and I might have said some things that were unflattering, and this shows up on Twitter.



ESPN's Mike Hume wrote an article on the Rangers, and quoted some of my research, and here's one of the comments he got.


Yeah, being a sports writer is awesome. It gives you all the fun of being in high school again.


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Count the Bottles

Count your bottles carefully!

Gandhi's eyes

"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind." - Gandhi

Far be it for me to argue a man as great as Gandhi, but he's clearly mistaken.

There will always be one guy left who can see, because if everyone else is blind, how can they get his eyes?

Unless the last two people blind each other simultaneously I just don't see that happening - sorry Mahatma.

Maybe this is why the guy never won a Nobel prize even though it's easier to win than a WWE title belt (which I don't think he ever won either).


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Listen, I Can Explain

What are you doing reading over my shoulder anyway?


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Netflix Recommended for Robert

Rabbit ears don't cut it with the ladies, something I learned very quickly from my new girlfriend Christy. Tired of watching "Fuzzy CBC" she insisted I get something we can watch together when we stay in.

My suggestion was just to watch my Star Trek DVDs from episode one, and there was much laughter followed by much silence.

Her excellent suggestion? Netflix. It's only eight bucks a month and it streams right through my PlayStation 3.

I started enjoying Netflix immediately, watching every science fiction, cheap comedy or explosion-n-boobs thrillers I could find. The best part is that it has this great feature where it studies what you're watching and recommends more of the same. Awesome!

Well, it WAS awesome. Things changed when Christy came over to watch what she wanted. The next time I sat down, here's what was "Recommended for Robert".


Yeah. That's exactly what I wanted to watch. How did Netflix know?

Thanks to all of Christy's chick flicks and romantic dramas, every time I sit down I get ridiculous suggestions like these. I'd rather watch Fuzzy CBC!

The only one more frustrated than me must be the Netflix recommendation engine, which must be desperately trying to find a movie with Meryl Streep set in outer space, or something - anything - with Glenn Close and time travel.

At some point I totally expect Netflix to tell me that I'm on my own.

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