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Our hope is that one day this questionnaire will be as famous as the bullshit questionnaire that James Lipton asks at the end of 'Inside the Actors' Studio'. One of us here at Steve's Word will be answering these questions every Monday morning. We encourage you to submit your own responses, because honestly, enough about us already.
- What about the previous work week were you most looking forward to getting away from?
I didn't work at all this week and only returned from the inauguration on Wednesday afternoon. I guess what I was most looking forward to was not travelling. In the month of January I was in St. Louis, Las Vegas, and D.C. Now I know that I could never be a rock star.
I root for the New York Football Giants and as such I've been doing some thinking about the recent Plaxico Burress situation. If you don't know, Burress is the star wide receiver who shot himself in the leg while at a club when the gun slipped from the waistband of his sweatpants. Obviously, he's a total genius. Absolulute Class A intellect, I mean, it's not like he mak
Now that the news is not only official but seems to have actually stuck, I have some words about the Brett Favre Soap Opera that has unfolded over the past month. In case you don't care about sports, but are reading this article anyway, here's a quick rundown of the important events that occurred: Brett Favre, much heralded quarterback of the Green Bay Packers, retired at the end of last season and the Packers then installed their back-up Aaron Rodgers (who they drafted four years ago with the express purpose of having him replace Favre one day) as their starter. Then Favre said he wanted to come back and the Packers offered him $20 million to stay retired.
After about forty little strategic moves and a full month of maneuvering, Favre ends up on the Jets in exchange for some draft picks, number and round determined by the success of the Jets' season. Here's a prediction: the Jets wont do that well and Favre will retire and stay retired at the end of this season. Kind of makes one wonder why he would even come back at all.
This past weekend I, along with some friends that included Steve's Word own Ryan Kennedy and roughly 79,000 strangers, travelled out to Giants' Stadium to witness the US Men's Soccer team take on the #1 World Ranked Argentina Men's Soccer team. Before you dismiss this article as either a drab piece of sports journalism, or even worse, a blog, allow me to quickly put the significance of the game itself into perspective before I deliver the cultural insight that you not only rely on from Steve's Word, but crave like a lion craves a young water buffalo. It was a friendly (exhibition) so the game seemingly held little consequence. However, this would be the last game for both teams before World Cup Qualification begins so both teams would be testing their readiness. Moreover, these men are all professionals and were playing for national pride. The physical intensity of the game and the 79,000 screaming fans were a testament to that. If you truly want the hard facts of the game, read this. Other than offering the most exciting and thrilling 0-0 draw I've ever witnessed, this game provided me with unexpected challenges and eye-opening experiences that only an international soccer game can deliver. Sorry, dudes, seeing plenty of hot, over-primped Argentinean woman was something I did expect so I'll have to omit it from this piece. If you're an observant person, going to an international soccer game will quickly challenge your previously held beliefs of national identity. How? Let me put it this way, the ingredients of beer, sports, bigotry, confusing genetic make-up, and national pride combine for a recipe that offers a swift kick to your American nuts. National Identity is a social construct, but once solidified it is hard to see it as something other than fact. "I'm American and I'm proud even though the fact that I'm America is a total random event and if I were born in any other country I'd be proud of that place too." Going to an international soccer game makes you think about this sort of existential crap.
Come on, Eldrick.