This is the old “About” page for the site. I still think it’s funny, but it was time for something else.
Abouts are for chumps.
However, if you noticed that the scroll bar went down farther and figured there must be writing down here, you are intelligent, and therefore not a chump. This is certainly not an ‘about,’ but as your reward, here is an… um… disambiguation of content. You earned it.
By coming to this site, you have just increased your IQ, raised your athletic ability, and women will find you 16 percent more attractive. I’ll give the proof for this later.
If that’s enough to get you to read this blog, I guess I’ll have to mention the awesome sports coverage that will be provided. Blogs are not outlets for news, but rather places for opinions and features. So on this site, you will find a collection of hilarious and extremely well-written opinions on Buffalo sports and other events out there in the sporting world. This blog is written by a sports fan who is as die-hard as they come. It’s all about winning, and the only way to win is to go all-out, all the time. You know people like me. I’m that guy who used to go down in gym class to block shots, and now I break up double plays in bar league. But on this site, that effort and enthusiasm are being channeled into writing.
This is an awesome page (spoiler alert: prepare to have your mind blown) where you will think intelligently and critically on sports. That is how your IQ will be strengthened, by reading and doing hard thinking during a time when you could be sleeping or watching mindless videos on YouTube. By being around sports and understanding their complexities, you will gain an increased knowledge of athletics, one that is vastly superior to friends. Thus, by becoming a smarter sports fan, you will believe yourself to be a sports aficionado, which will raise your confidence on the field and, therefore, make you a better athlete. And finally, now that you are a stud competitor, you will be irresistable to women and they will crave your attention. They say chicks dig scars, but let’s face it–the losing team’s going home alone.
If this logic can’t get you to come back to this blog, I don’t know what will. Go up and favorite this site right now so you don’t forget it. I’ll work on the posts, you work on coming back and commenting. See you in the winner’s circle.
On the naming: When I was younger, all the kids in the neighborhood would get together for huge games of street hockey. Those games were intense… there was some serious pride on the line. So naturally, I would always be the one who went too hard and took things a little to far. Then when I would come home in tears, simply because “we lost the game,” it led to my dad’s favorite line: “This isn’t Game Seven.”
But for me, it was Game Seven. Always. Anytime you’re out there, it’s the Super Bowl, World Series and Stanley Cup Finals all wrapped up into one. And I’ll tell you what–if it ceases to be, it’s time to hang ‘um up.
It’s always Game Seven. Go Buffalo.