Pajama Pants Nation

Cialis online Cialis online

March 24, 2007

234

Filed under: PPN EXCLUSIVE,Sports — Mark Wentz @ 6:48 am

234. That’s my current rank in the in the 66537+ field of SI.com’s March Madness game.
I tell you now because, for the two games today, I picked upsets so my ranking looks to plummet considerably. Plus, I have a number 2 seed, UCLA, winning it all. Not likely.

Still fun, though.

Everything I knew about college basketball before I filled out the bracket I learned from watching 10 minutes of Mike and Mike in the Morning. Specifically, I learned that Syracuse should have been in the tourney, but wasn’t. So, I filled out the bracket using the seeds and gut feelings.

I only filled out the bracket because I play Powerball. You see, the ad for the bracket game on si.com said I could win one meeeeeellion dollars. I figured, since I’ll throw a hard-earned dollar at the unimaginable-odds lottery every week, I might as well throw 10 minutes at the chance for a large chunck-o-change. So I filled out the bracket in the hopes that I might fluke my way into getting every pick correct. I don’t know the odds on that, but the potential reward was worth the time.

Then the first game played. I got it wrong. It took 2 1/2 hours for Texas Tech to ruin my dreams of $25,000 per year for 40 years.

So root for my continued success. Or curse my ingenious luck. Either way, I’m #234. There’s NO way you can knock me down from THIS pedestal.

I’m king of the world!

February 28, 2007

Working Out my Workout Schedule

Filed under: For the life of me,PPN EXCLUSIVE — Mark Wentz @ 4:18 pm

Okay, ready.

Here is my typical health club schedule. Monday and Thursday: weight lifting. Tuesday: running with my sister, running on the treadmill, or running with the treadmill on my sister. Wednesday: running on the treadmill. (I know; that was, let’s say, unusual use of punctuation in those lines. Sorry.)

This week.

On Monday, because of the hours of shovelling snow on Sunday, I thought I had earned a day o’ rest and lifting weights after lifting snow might be detrimental, so I did not lift weights.

On Tuesday, I ran with my sister. The bike trail was unplowed so we ran on sidewalks which were equally unplowed. I ended up with a sore back and sore ankles. Plus, I ended up late to work. In my rush to get my workplace shoes tied, I broke a lace; which made me even later.

On Wednesday, the treadmills were all full. I started out on a stair climber machine. When a treadmill became available, I switched to that. It was 7:00 at that time, so I asked the people to switch the channel on one of the televisions to Comedy Central so I could watch the Daily Show. Unfortunately, the foam cover thingy for my headphones had a tear and kept falling off the earpiece, which, in turn, kept falling out of my ear. Then my swinging arms kept knocking the headphone plug from the connection. Furthermore, the Daily Show turns out to not be on at 7:00 as I had thought. So, out of guilt, I spent my workout with an earpiece falling out of my ear, the plug falling out of the jack, and watching a movie starring the duo of John Larroquette and Kirstie Alley.

Tomorrow, Thursday, my schedule is to lift weights. I’m afraid. It’s one thing to have a mishap on a treadmill. It’s another thing altogether to have a mishap with 100 lbs (read 350 pounds) of metal over your head. I’m fearful of what might happen.

However, my curiosity has the best of me. Will nothing happen? Will odd, but not overly dangerous, things happen? Will I collapse and 450 pounds will fall on top of me? (450 because my fellow lifters like to throw things at me.) I’ll be interested to find out. Check back here or the obituaries to find out.

February 2, 2007

Super Bowl XLI: WE PULL OX RIBS

Filed under: Sports — Mark Wentz @ 4:50 pm

Oh ho ho! It’s the Super Bowl. Colts-Bears. Peyton Manning vs. guys who are decidedly not Peyton Manning. This is the concern of the game: will Peyton Manning finally win the big game? (Before the conference championship game, the question was will Manning finally win ANY big game?) Here is the problem; the talking heads have had two questions to discuss over the last 5 years. Second, can Manning win a big game? The first, of course, is will Brett Favre retire? If Manning wins the big game (and he will), the only question will be will Favre retire. If Favre retires (and he will (unless he doesn’t)), the talking heads will, for the first time in the better part of a decade, need to come up with new material. And they weren’t even very good with the old material.
So, as a service to my talking-head cousins, here are some topics for which they may discuss after Manning wins and Favre retires:

Domed stadiums: should they put that chia pet stuff on top of the domes to reduce glare?
Preseason game injuries: do we really need them?
Football field dimensions: Is it time for metric?
Corporate naming of stadiums: what are helpful mnemonic devices to help you remember which stadium is in which city?
Peyton Manning: can he win the small games?
Super secretive head coaches: Should we change the word “coaches” to “cases?”
Fact or fiction: are facts and fiction really mutually exclusive?
There. That should be a good start.

Now, results from my preseason predictions. I predicted the following teams would come in last place in their respective divisions: Jets, Ravens, Texans, Chiefs, Washington, Packers, Saints, and Cardinals. I was correct on three (actually, not too bad): the Texans, Washington, and the Cardinals. The Packers just missed the playoffs. All the rest not only weren’t last place, but made the playoffs. I really missed the Saints’ mark; they were just a Brees away from the Super Bowl. I, also, missed the First Pick in the NFL Draft prediction. Just barely, though. I predicted the Packers and they were only, oh, SIX games away from Raiders. Ooops. Better luck next year, Packers. You may still get it right sometime.

Now on to the Super Bowl. Another prediction wrong. I said that I thought Tony Dungy would retire from coaching. He’s not only coaching, but coaching in the Super Bowl. He and the fore-mentioned Packers will, hopefully, attend getting-it-right seminars in the off season. Before that, though, he’s got a game plan to work up.

During the play offs, head coaches like to tell the players that they are disrespected and no one has faith in them to win. The Us-against-the-World works. (Well, 1/2 of the time–one of the teams has to win, you know.) They could be 3 touchdown favorites with all the writers writing glowing accounts of the team and the players will still believe that everyone has them as underdogs.

That changes this year. The Bears ARE underdogs. NO ONE is writing glowing accounts of them. They are NOT respected in this game. Their own moms are wearing Peyton Manning jerseys. (Okay, that’s a stretch . . . some of them are wearing Bob Sanders jerseys.) Count me among those who think this should be a cakewalk for the Colts. With any other team, overconfidence might be a concern. However, there are too many key people for the Colts who know they need to win this game and are not going to take the Bears for granted. The only concern they have is stopping the Bears running game as run defense had been a huge concern for the Colts during the end of the season. Of bigger concern is this: when you have Colts running after Bears, you know the ecosystem has been royally screwed up.

So, Bears, you’re correct. No one likes you, everyone thinks you’re junior varsity, and there are a bunch of nuns looking to steal your milk money.

Next topic?

The Hall of Fame. On the Saturdays before the Super Bowls, they elect the next class for the Hall of Fame. This year’s finalists are Fred Dean, Bob Kuechenberg, Derrick Thomas, Richard Dent, Bruce Matthews, Thurman Thomas, Russ Grimm, Art Monk, Andre Tippett, Ray Guy, Andre Reed, Roger Wehrli, Gene Hickerson, Charlie Sanders, Gary Zimmerman, Michael Irvin, Paul Tagliabue. 3-6 will be elected. The interesting one in that group is former commissioner Paul Tagliabue. If he is elected, he will change the entire dynamic of the Hall of Fame. He didn’t really bring a whole lot to the NFL except money. The NFL made a ton of money. Marketing, television contracts, stadium naming. You name it, the NFL made money off of it. He didn’t really advance the game at all. He just delivered money. If he makes in, does that change how players are elected? Offensive lineman, sorry. You don’t bring in the customers, you aren’t marketed to the masses. Quarterbacks? Oh, we make tons of money off you. Here, take the golden entrance to the Hall of Fame. Or maybe I’m just over-reacting. (Just a bit.)

Here are the nominees for whom I am rooting (I’m not saying they’re the best, just that they’re the guys I hope are deemed the best): Ray Guy, Bob Kuechenberg, Russ Grimm, Art Monk, Gary Zimmerman, Andre Tippett. In that order.

More about the Super Bowl itself. I don’t know whom to root for in the actual game. I like the Bears better than the Colts, but I strongly want Tony Dungy to win. If the teams would quick trade coaches, I’d be set. That’s not going to happen, though. Since I have no talent evaluation skills, let’s see what I can come up with. Hmmm. I know:

ANAGRAMS!

Here are some anagrams of Indianapolis Colts and Chicago Bears.

For the Colts:

SCALD A PINTO IN OILS: Reminds players to watch what they eat before the game
IN A PLASTIC LID SOON: Don’t forget your equipment on game day
CASINO DIP A SIN TOLL: Fans should be wary of too much betting
A DOLT PANICS IN SOIL: Dome teams don’t fare well on natural fields.
The Bears:

GO CHASE A CRIB: A Chicagoland taunt?
SCAR A BIG ECHO: Just a reminder that some injuries can be a lasting reminder of events like this
I GRAB COACHES: Latrell Spreewell in the house?
COACH EARS BIG: Now the Chicagoland taunts are just getting childish
It’s a push. No good. Let’s try the coaches. Tony Dungy and Lovie Smith

Dungy:

DOGY TUNNY: the only one that came up, and not very good at that
Smith:

HOLIEST VIM: Both coaches are known to be guided by faith, yet are aggressive coaches
SHOVE LIMIT: Reminder to defenders about the 5 yard limit before illegal contact
OLIVE SMITH: Cool, but what, exactly, does an olivesmith do? Add the pimentos?
IT LOVES HIM: The game loves Lovie as much as Lovie loves the game.
Okay, we have a winner: Tony Dungy. I have never seen the anagram web site come up with only one anagram. Usually, it finds hundreds (95 percent of which make no sense). To have a name which only garners one anagram is a feat dwarfing any Super Bowl achievements. Go Tony!

Sorry, announcers; it’s time to start dreaming up new story lines. You won’t have Dungy and Manning to kick around anymore.

HEY, GIN, GET ME A JOB!

——————————————————————————–

The opinions expressed here are solely those of the writer and do not neccessarily reflect those of the rest of the family.

© 2007, Mark Wentz

January 18, 2007

Extended forecast

Filed under: For the life of me,PPN EXCLUSIVE — Mark Wentz @ 12:28 pm

As of today, we are over the hump winter-weather-wise. While the average low remains 3, the average high skyrocketed 5 percent from 19 to 20 degrees. At this rate, in 21 days the average high will be 55 degrees. (Although, the average low will still be 3.)

I love Minnesota!

January 17, 2007

Health, Re-affirmation, and New Year Resolutions

Filed under: For the life of me,PPN EXCLUSIVE — Mark Wentz @ 11:40 am

I’ve never considered myself a runner. Sure, I send time on a treadmill. Sometimes, I even go running with my sister. However, I’ve never thought of myself as “A Runner.”

Today, as I was spending my half hour on the treadmill, once again breaking my New Year resolution (“No more sobbing on the treadmill”), I came to realize that I truly am not a runner. I can take comfort in that, all this time, I was not lying to myself about who I am . . . or, actually, who I am not.

I guess they were serious when they say something positive can come out of exercising. Good news there.

January 14, 2007

New Title Day

Filed under: For the life of me,PPN EXCLUSIVE,Sports — Mark Wentz @ 9:53 pm

Hi all,

New title for the blog today. Pajama Pants Nation. I didn’t check to see if that was already used. My brother-in-law, Matt, and his family, Matt’s family, make fun of me for wearing pajama pants during the day. They did over the holidays. Then they did today whilest we were skyping (see his blog). However, they were the ones who gave me pajama pants for a Christmas present several years back; so it is their fault. Do you like the new name?

Oh, if you answer that you now need to log in. I was having a lot of trouble with spammers and trackbackers, so I now require registration to post on here. Sorry. Oh, the trouble with being famous.

The Chargers lost today. Now I don’t know for whom to root in the Super Bowl tourney. I may root for the Bears, just to cheese Stevie Colbert. I may root for the Colts, just to cheese Matt (oh, and I really admire Tony Dungy…thus disqualifing the “just” in “just to cheese Matt.” Sorry) I won’t root for the Patriots. I won’t root for the Saints. (In my day, Saints fans had bags reading “Aints” over their heads.)

I decided to stop ending my phone conversations with “Good bye.” I don’t know most people with whom I talk, so I’m not overly concerned with how the rest of the day treats them. I am now going to end my conversations with “Over and out.” Be thee warned.

Cheers!

January 7, 2007

I Was Home for Christmas

Filed under: For the life of me — Mark Wentz @ 12:02 pm

We hosted family for Christmas this year. That was a first for us. Usually, we spend Christmas morning at our house and then travel over the highway and through the snow to my parents’ house. This year, however, we hosted Stephanie’s brother, Matt, his wife, Dorothy, and their kids, “Soren” and “Emerson.”
It started safely enough. Cleaning and decorating. We don’t clean as often as we should–it seems pointless with a 2-year-old hurricane as part of the family–but we went into high gear for this one. We even vacuumed.

Like I said, it started safely enough. However, things got bloody. You see, we have a fireplace. The fuel for a fire place is wood. We don’t have a woods in our backyard, so we have to buy it. (My dad has a boatload of firewood, but he has it reserved for someone else.) Well, the wood we buy is plastic wrapped with a handle stapled to one of the pieces. Unfortunately, when I de-stapled the yule logs the screwdriver I used (any tool can be the wrong tool) slipped and gouged a two-inch slice across my hand. Blood dripped. Wood was stacked. Life moved on.

The next day, our guests showed up, interrupting the Vikings-Packers game. Of all the nerve.

I’d be remiss (not that I know what that means) if I didn’t mention that we spent a good portion of Friday waiting for “Soren’s” luggage to be delivered to the house. Take a pathetic airline, combine it with a snow storm, and you’ve got yourself spending a Friday waiting for a phone call and post-phone call wait for delivery.

That Saturday, we went skiing. We had never gone skiing before, so we signed up for lessons. Just surviving the lesson was more work than I had planned for the entire day. We did a few basic skills you’d see at any Olympic event (like walking with one ski on and one ski off) and then took the lift up to the top of Mount Crumpet. We took the easy slope down (“easy” being relative, of course). Oh, did I fail. I spent a lot of time trying to get up off the snow and even more time looking down to the bottom of the hill with demoralized spirits. I almost got to the bottom when one of my skis removed itself from my foot. Rather than try to put my ski back on and nearly kill myself (and perhaps others), I just removed my other ski and walked the rest of the way. The instructor gave us some tips on going back down the hill; as if any of us were going to try it again. Then we went inside to rest our weary legs and eat. I did go back (a long while later) and go down the easy slope again. It’s a bit easier when you’re not trying to stop every 20 feet. But it was still difficult. (And I still haven’t successfully dismounted the lift.)

After skiing, we found ourselves ordering pizza. Through a miscommunication, we found ourselves with double the number of pizzas planned. A great day. A really great day!

The next day was Christmas Eve. We did all the traditional Christmas Eve stuff. Which was…um…Christmasy. I watched football while The Toddler of Action slept and the rest of the crew went to a movie called “Happy Feet,” which was not only the title of the movie but a description of when the movie finally ended and the crowds raced out to put that waste of time behind them. That evening we had a traditional Christmas dinner. (If your tradition includes some weird growth-like thing which looks like a turkey loaf and tastes vaguely like overcooked turkey substitute. I love it.) Then we forced our guests to watch Mr. Bean’s Christmas episode. (The VHS version as the DVD version cut out many of the best bits. The series has 8 episodes and they had to cut some parts out? Absurd!) Oh, and The Toddler of Wrapping Paper got to open a present: a Thomas the Tank Engine play tent. He loves it and plays in it a lot. However, since then, he hasn’t really watched his Thomas DVD a lot and hasn’t really played with his train set. I think The Toddler of Viewers Like You looked at the playtent and said “This is a great thing, but the fact that there is one suggests that, perhaps, Thomas has jumped the shark. While a train jumping anything, much less a shark, is a remarkable feat, I just feel less enthused about the whole train experience.” You’ll have to excuse the Toddler of Verbiage; that’s just the way he talks.

Then we stoked up the ol’ fireplace and made s’mores. Good time had by all. Well worth the previous blood letting.

Christmas morn. Christmas morn. We opened presents. I’d love to go into greater detail than that, but we got The Toddler of Farm Toys a set of miniature John Deere implements in a cardboard box. Of course, those toys are attached to the box with those miniature cables. I had to get the wire cutters and cut all those cables. Thus, I have NO IDEA what anyone received for Christmas. But, for the rest of the day, we ate and played and ate some more. (And ate some more s’mores.)

Here’s what I got:

a Toblerone
Candy Cane Pop Rocks
A night cap
A Homer Simpson “The Scream” tee
a Trogdor hat
Strongbad E-mail DVD
Homestarrunner keychain
1987/1991 Twins World Series Highlights DVD
Eddie Izzard’s “Unrepeatable”
Talladega Nights DVD
Six day-old doughnuts
Tech support from Matt for my web site (to control blog spam and help with online polls)
Several downloaded songs
Classic Peanuts DVD
Handheld Deal or No Deal game
Quite the lot of loot, I must say.

We also received a Logitech QuickCam Communicate STX (several of those words have a TM or a C superscripted) computer camera. Now we can videoconference over the internet or, if you ask nicely, we can set up a webcam so the entire world can watch us not vacuum.

On Boxing Day, I had to work. Everyone else went to the Spam Museum. (It’s debatable who got the better end of that deal.)

The next day was the day they were to fly home. Good Morning America had a segment about guests being pests (their rhyme, not mine) and staying too long. I left it on that channel as a joke, but by the time anyone came in the room, GMA was on the next segment and the only statement made was that I watch really poor morning television. We spent the rest of the day doing odds-and-ends activities until it was time to head to the airport and bid family a fond farewell.

5 days later, we vacuumed.

——————————————————————————–

The opinions expressed here are solely those of the writer and do not neccessarily reflect those of the rest of the family.

© 2007, Mark Wentz

« Newer PostsOlder Posts »

Powered by WordPress