Banana creme pie Pop-Tarts.
Yes, this is a thing.
Yes, I had to buy a box on ebay because I could not find them in a store.
I’m that guy.
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I had high hopes for IHOP’s new Reese’s Pieces pancakes. I mean seriously, have I ever heard of anything more amazing? (Other than perhaps apple cider donut Oreos.)
Sometimes the anticipation is just too much.
Honestly, save yourself nine bucks and just get some microwave pancakes and a box of Reese’s Pieces. Actually, not even a full box. Like six or seven little dots will do it.
Proof that not every crazy new food idea is awesome.
Extension of the “September is to apples as October is to pumpkins” analogy… a fruit associated with every month of the year. This is what I’ve got. Official results.
January: grapefruit
February: strawberry
March: avocado
April: cherry
May: peach
June: honeydew
July: blueberry
August: watermelon
September: apple
October: pumpkin
November: cranberry
December: orange
My gimpy knee is going to keep me on the bench for my rec league softball game this evening. However, weather forecasts as they are we might not play anyway.
So I’m cautiously optimistic.
I’m reminded of an episode of Seinfeld, however, in which Jerry must attend a funeral and miss the Improv’s company softball game. As luck would have it the game was rained out. Which was great until Jerry lost the game for his team when it was made up.
Really I just have too much time to think about these things.
Still glowing from an improbable Football Team victory Thursday night (no coverage here: that’s what you get for posting early!), and having sweated out another Notre Dame victory Saturday afternoon, I found myself with little to watch football-wise Saturday and Sunday evenings. (Well, a million games I don’t care about.)
Enter ESPN’s latest 30 for 30 offering, “Once Upon a Time in Queens.” The story of the 1980s Mets, culminating in their World Championship in ’86, “Queens” isn’t the happiest saga ever told, but 30 for 30 episodes never are. (It’s ESPN, remember.)
The ’80s Mets were known as party boys, frat boys, bad boys: players known for their drug problems and management known for its racism. The fans? They were known for all of those things too.
In other words, perfect drama for 30 for 30.
If you’ve followed baseball at all the past 35 years you know all these stories already. You’ve seen replays of all the well-known games, including each contest in the ’86 Mets’ two classic playoff series.
Did I care I’d seen it all before?
Not in the slightest.
Four hours of my life very well spent.
This week’s sign that the Apocalypse is upon us…
Lay’s has now introduced a Funyuns flavored potato chip.
Unfortunately you read that correctly.
No, no, I wasn’t celebrating Yom Kippur.
Just forgot to post.
Oops.
Consumed this weekend…
- apples
- apple cider
- apple cider donuts
- apple cider donut Oreos
With that many adjectives it has to be good, right?
Yeah, it was as good as it sounds.
On next week’s episode of Math and Musings (available wherever podcasts are sold) I discuss my frustration with the NFL and “football” in general for keeping the put-my-product-on-traditional-television model of content delivery. Even old white man sports such as baseball and golf are delivering via the Internet these days rather than old school “TV.”
Well, someone must’ve gotten an advance copy of the show.
Last night’s season-opening contest between the Dallas Cowboys and Tampa Bay Buccaneers?
Peacock!
Cord cutters rejoice.
And damn what a game it was.
Final piece of suburban white guy livin’: company softball league starts tonight.