First Post

Well, I'm probably a few years late to this shindig, but I feel as though I've been selfish in not sharing my thoughts with the rest of the internet. First things first, let me thank you (both) for reading this, I hope that you feel a sense of ownership by being here first. If all goes well and I become the straight equivalent of Perez Hilton, you can all tell your friends that you read me before I was "me". Congrats on that.

Before I get into any real deep stuff, let me briefly introduce my blog- This blog is basically the sum of everything that I find interesting, topics that you don't usually associate with one another. After my family, I love football (specifically the 49ers, Pomona-Pitzer, and fantasy football), poker, politics, economics, and video games. My favorite book is Levitt and Dubner's "Freakonomics"; my favorite columnists are Gregg Easterbrook and Bill Simmons, and my favorite websites are slickdeals, 2 + 2, and deadspin. I plan on using these interests as ingredients and creating a giant thought casserole- hopefully it's closer to the delicious turkey burgers I recently "invented" (ground turkey, A1 steak sauce, tabasco, taco seasoning, corn, and black beans) than my toddler-age experiments involving soda and cereal.

With all of that said, I want to get started with my first post. I hope that I'm wrong, but I have a really bad feeling about the 49ers-Raiders preseason game tomorrow. From what I've read online, (Sando referencing John Clayton) the 49ers absolutely demolished the Raiders in their combined practices earlier this week, and were none too classy in doing so. While it's great to hear that the 49ers are looking good, it scares me that they felt the need to mess with the Raiders, of all teams.

I try to compare everything that happens on any scale to a schoolyard confrontation. Here, you have my guys (the 49ers) choosing to pick on the kid (the Raiders) who are neglected and unloved, starving for attention, and who have absolutely nothing to lose. That's the kid you stay away from because you don't want him blowing up your house 20 years later.

Well, it's late and I'm exhausted, but we'll see what happens with this tomorrow- I hope I'm wrong.