Saturday, December 24, 2016

Inter-political friendship in the era of Trump

Growing up, my parents were not overtly political. Throughout the 1990s, I didn't view the government as a large Us vs. Them battle over the soul of anything in particular.

The first presidential election I remember to any degree was in 1996 between Bill Clinton and Bob Dole (I also knew Ross Perot was running but that he had little chance of winning). I don't remember caring who won, though I think I probably preferred Clinton because I knew that he was the incumbent and, I don't know, the previous four years had gone okay for me (I started school, I hadn't contracted polio, and I got Christmas presents every year; kids in the 1930s couldn't necessarily say that). 

But like most small children, I mostly echoed the sentiments I heard from my parents, and my mom spoke favorably of all three (well, two and a half) major candidates. She thought the first term of Bill Clinton (whom I later learned, after not receiving her vote in 1992, received her vote in 1996) went well and was certainly not horrified at the prospect of his presidency continuing. She admired Bob Dole's longevity and political experience and his track record as a bona fide war hero. She, despite liking the Democratic and Republican candidates, liked Ross Perot's iconoclasm (yes, I know his agenda was essentially just handing powerful business interests a blank check, but I was seven) and his apathy towards the power structure of the major parties.

When I was eleven, around the time my family first got the internet, I took one of those polls where you choose somewhere between "Strongly Agree" and "Strongly Disagree" on a host of political issues. I was not, at that point, a partisan, but I did know enough to have semi-nuanced, if still coming from the mouth of a grade schooler, opinions on things. After completing the questionnaire, I got a ranked list of the presidential candidates--Al Gore ranked near the top, George W. Bush ranked near the bottom, and I decided that I was a Democrat.

I've since re-evaluated my stances on issues, changing some but ultimately reaching the same basic ideological conclusion. But I've always had many friends who disagreed with me on politics. I don't wear that as a badge of honor about my open-mindedness or any other form of self-serving flattery; it is simple a product of my environment. Here's an extremely basic run-down of where I'm from, for the uninitiated: I grew up in a state that voted for Donald Trump in 2016 by over eighteen percentage points, but in a county that voted for Hillary Clinton by over sixteen percentage points, but in a township that voted for Donald Trump by over twenty-four percentage points (my current township of residence voted for Trump, but by less than two percent).

I then went to college in Adair County, which voted for Donald Trump by near 25 percent, which sounds like a blowout until you examine the results of the surrounding counties. It was only that close thanks to college students who registered to vote in the county--like most universities, Truman State leans left (although it is far less of a monolith than the Sean Hannitys of the world would lead you to believe). But I was also in the School of Business. I would occasionally observe that the fraternity for business majors I was in probably had a higher proportion of conservative voters than College Republicans. People thought I was joking.

Most of my college friends are further right than I am politically, but in 2016, things turned on their heads a bit. People who had voted for John McCain in 2008 and Mitt Romney in 2012 hated Donald Trump. McCain and Romney may not have excited them, but neither repulsed them (even at my peaks of resisting their presidential campaigns, I fully acknowledged that I thought the Republican Party made the correct decisions during the primary season, both for their chances of winning a general election by wooing moderates and by picking a relatively palatable candidate). 

Donald Trump represented a boorish stereotype of Republicanism that they, college educated and respectable people, resisted. Liberals tried in the early 2000s to frame George W. Bush, a Yale undergraduate with a M.B.A. from Harvard, as a complete moron, because they viewed Bush's ideas as bad. His ideas were mostly bad, and there were plenty of Democrats with as much or more education than Bush who could make cogent, nuanced cases against those ideas, but that is a lot more difficult to do than just scream about how George W. Bush is a stupid redneck. 

Trump complicates matters because while I disagreed vehemently with George W. Bush's politics, not that much less than I disagree with Trump's, his heart consistently seemed to be in the right place. He, if nothing else, cared about his country and he cared about doing what was best for Americans, even if he was wrong. Donald Trump, however, seems to be focused much more on matters of his own personal vanity. 

The 2000 presidential election was divisive, as most presidential elections tend to be, but I do not once recall the victor spiking the football in front of those who voted against him. There was certainly an Us vs. Them element, but it largely went away once Al Gore conceded defeat. Donald Trump lacks grace to such an appalling degree that just last night, he was citing Vladimir Putin, the war criminal whom the CIA has claimed actively conspired in Trump's favor during the election, about Hillary Clinton being a sore loser. You know what George W. Bush never did? Criticized Al Gore after the election (I could probably cut the sentence off here, because, well, Bush won, why would he bother?) with help from the goddamned president of Russia (in the good ol' days, Republicans accused Democrats of being in cahoots with Russia).

This probably seems like a rant to this point, but what creates a new challenge for reconciling friendships across party lines in 2016 is that bipartisanship is based on believing in the fundamental decency of others. People I liked and respected voted for people other than the people I voted for in years past, but I trusted that, at their core, they truly believed they were doing the right thing. And that's what actually matters. I've told some of my #NeverTrump Republican friends that I look forward to disagreeing with them on politics again, because a healthy democracy needs fundamentally decent opposition as much as it needs fundamentally decent leadership, even if you're on the side that has all of the power. Insert the old "power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely" line here.

A new tactic I've seen more and more recently among members of "Left" Twitter is criticizing "liberals" (when you don't make an honest attempt to win elections, you can't be criticized for losing elections, and hence these two are differentiated heavily, particularly by the former group) for speaking favorably (on certain topics) of the likes of Evan McMullin or Matthew Dowd or David Frum, conservatives who are adamantly opposed to Donald Trump. McMullin, for instance, if you look at his political stances, is not that far removed from the pre-Trump Republican mainstream.

But this is completely missing the point, which is that liberals and conservatives can not only co-exist, but can occasionally unite when the stakes are huge (yuge). But they can also scatter once the macro problems (such as the continued existence of our democracy) are solved. I have no intention of ever voting for Evan McMullin for president, because I disagree with him on a lot of issues, but I would cherish the opportunity to disagree with him because he is, by all accounts, a sharp guy who is, and I cannot say this about Donald Trump, willing to learn. He is not somebody who is so caught up in his own sense of superiority that he is not willing to at least consider the possibility that he does not know it all (even if he usually comes to the conclusion that he is right--this is, after all, human nature).

It's weird for me to think that over 60 million people voted for Donald Trump for president. I still can't quite believe it. But while 60 million people decided they wanted him to be president, or at least decided they didn't want Hillary Clinton to be president, this does not represent a lifelong covenant. Nobody is contractually obligated to support what Trump does. Those who voted for Trump in 2016 are not obligated to vote for him in 2020.

And this is where it becomes deceptively easy to maintain friendships with those who voted differently than you. This doesn't mean you should be friends with everybody who voted differently than you: you are not required to reach out to the white nationalist Trump voters whose agenda in 2016 was keep brown people away from them. 

But there is a such thing as a Trump voter who isn't just a miserable bigot--you might disagree with the adamantly pro-life voter who views pro-choice politicians as enablers of murder, but if you work from the basic assumption that abortion is murder (again, you don't have to agree with the premise; you just have to acknowledge that the belief exists), it's easy to see the logic of voting for a scumbag if he at least has that going for him. And if this voter, voting for Trump on the basis of this single issue, then begins to defend positions which seemingly contradict a pro-life ethos (death penalty, excessive police force, semi-habitual bombings of civilians in the Middle East, there's a lot of them here), then you have the right to note the hypocrisy. To them. This is how political dialogue works.

I am pessimistic about just about everything with the Donald Trump presidency, but at the end of the day, there's no reason why the awfulness I anticipate about the next eight years (yes, eight) should extend to my own personal life. And there's no reason it should extend into yours, either. Because if you cannot see the difference in the concerned, compassionate voter who disagrees with you on basically all issues and the alt-right Pepe-ists who incite legitimate fear in the hearts of those whom they consider enemies, then that falls on you.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Fear.

People are absolutely terrified that Donald Trump is going to materially hurt their lives. Just a thought:

Maybe instead of belittling them and telling them to suck it up, you could CONVINCE them that things will be fine.

The problem with treating politics as sports is it's about winners and losers as a zero-sum game, which isn't the case here at all.

People fear rights will be stripped. Afraid they/friends/family will be deported. Afraid they'll die. It could be irrational but it IS real.

So rather than thinkpieces empathizing with the white working class who got what they wanted, we could empathize with the terrified?

I'm a straight white man with health insurance through my employer. I'll be fine. Might even get a tax cut. I don't need empathy.

People are being physically attacked. This is literally happening. And rather than condemn this, Trump focuses on the NY Times being mean.

Hopefully it subsides. Hopefully, decency wins out and the KKK isn't emboldened. But I certainly understand why this scares people.

So if you supported Trump and consider these fears unwarranted--maybe you're right! And if you're sure, point out why.

Don't just tell people they're wrong. Because yelling at them isn't going to help change minds or hearts. And that's a thing you should want

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Two people are running for president and I'm voting for the one I think is better

If I were to slip into a coma at some point between now and Tuesday night and then came back to consciousness on Wednesday morning, when the dust has settled and the United States has elected its 45th president, and I were to discover that Hillary Clinton was elected, the one word to describe how I would feel would be "relieved." Hillary Clinton is an imperfect presidential candidate, so despite the obvious historic implications of the United States electing its first woman president my word would not be "excited", but she is not Donald Trump, for whom my reactive word to his election would be "horrified."

We as a species, particularly in the United States, tend to partake in over-simplistic "well actually both sides are bad" politics as a defensive mechanism. We understand that people would be more offended if we dislike the thing they like than if we like the thing they dislike, so saying everybody is bad is a good way to avoid conflict, and saying they're equally bad is a great way to avoid having to think about complex issues.

People were saying "lesser of two evils" nonsense in 2004 and 2012, when the presidential challengers were John Kerry and Mitt Romney, both of whom were created in a lab in Amherst as the most generic political candidates possible.Neither Kerry nor Romney were going to be retroactively carved onto Mt. Rushmore, but neither represented any sort of existential crisis for the United States. That these two milquetoast candidates could be part of a "lesser of two evils" comparison should tell you all that you need to know about how trite such claims are.

There are things about Hillary Clinton I dislike, though there are also things about her I like. But I'll start with the dislikes. She is too pro-military intervention for my liking. While she eventually found herself on the right side of history regarding gay rights, she, like much of the Democratic Party, were enormous cowards in the early part of the 21st century, settling for "at least we aren't as loudly hateful as the Republicans" until it became politically popular (or at least politically acceptable) to be a proponent of marriage equality, etc. Her vote for the Iraq War should have been a career killer, and I believe that she would have won the Democratic nomination in 2008 had she voted against it.

I did not vote for either Hillary Clinton nor Bernie Sanders in the Democratic primary, in which I had voted for Barack Obama in 2008. I was going to vote initially for Joe Biden that year, but while he remained on the ballot, Biden had dropped out of the race. There were two candidates and I voted for the one I preferred. I'm doing the same thing on Tuesday.

As I said, Hillary Clinton is flawed. I don't think Hillary Clinton is uniquely flawed, nor supremely flawed; I think she's flawed in a sadly normal political way. I think Donald Trump is a horrifying maniac

It's really as simple as this: I would prefer to live in a world in which Hillary Clinton is the president of the United States than a world in which Donald Trump is the president of the United States. And one of those two things is going to happen.

Some have taken to criticizing Gary Johnson for his lack of knowledge on international issues, or Jill Stein on her purported anti-vaccination leanings, but this is a pointless exercise. Nobody is picking Johnson or Stein because of how equipped either would be to be president; they are being picked as a referendum on the two actual presidential candidates as well as the two-party political system as a whole.

But the two-party system is inevitable--even when a third-party candidate is viable, such as in 1968 or 1912, it leads to the major party which more represents the same ideology as the third party being diminished. And it doesn't matter how great or awful Johnson or Stein or McMullin or anybody else is because they are not actually running for president. The one with the best odds, still the longest of long shots, is McMullin, whose entire strategy to making it to the White House is "win Utah, hope that neither Clinton nor Trump gets 270 electoral votes, and hope that a Republican-controlled House of Representatives decides not to elect Maniac Donald Trump and instead votes for McMullin, basically a Republican but also an actual adult".

But Republicans had a chance to elect an adult as their nominee when they had guys like John Kasich on their primary ballots and instead they picked Donald Trump, a man who has failed at absolutely everything he has ever tried. One of the few things he has not failed at is politics, because he has no experience in politics.

If you actually think Donald Trump is a better candidate than Hillary Clinton, then that's one thing. Like, it horrifies me that anybody thinks this, but what amazes me is that there are people who will sit out voting for one of the two actual presidential candidates when they would also be the first people complaining about Trump's election. But since the alternative to the "it's a good thing to use nuclear weapons" guy is somebody who, um, seems disinclined to use nuclear weapons, I'm going to vote for the one and only candidate (out of two) who probably won't cause the actual end of the world.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Things hot mics picked up at the Cardinals/Cubs game, according to Weird Cardinals Twitter

Tonight, at Wrigley Field, the Chicago Cubs hosted the St. Louis Cardinals. And just as in April, when Cardinals fans chanted indefensible things about Jason Heyward according to A Few People Without Tangible Evidence On Twitter Dot Com, Cubs fans returned the favor with a vengeance. Thank you to all of the vigilante brave anonymous truthers, to steal Best Fans St. Louis's former bio, who contributed to this compilation.















Cubs fans do not seem to realize that it's just a game and 100% definitely said these horrible things. Sad!

Saturday, July 9, 2016

The 10 Greatest Tweets of All-Time

Twitter is a bad place and most tweets written on Twitter are bad. But here are ten good ones. To be clear: these are the only ten tweets that are good. If you did not make the list, it is because your tweets are bad. I don't consider this to be that confusing.

10.
Sports Twitter is a truly contemptible place, and nowhere is it more toxic than Chicago Blackhawks Twitter. While #FSUtwitter's readiness to defend Jameis Winston drew the ire of responsible sports fans, the NHL is less popular than college football, so some are unfamiliar with the phenomenon of fans defending notorious scumbag Patrick Kane.

And while certain facets of NHL media chose to ignore very disturbing rape allegations against Patrick Kane (not to mention the time he beat up a 62 year-old cab driver over 20 cents worth of fare, which is the kind of thing you have to be a real sociopath to do), others choose to bombard Patrick Kane-related PR moves. Is it juvenile? Often, it is. And this tweet itself walks a fine line between rape joke and social commentary, but it ultimately it leans towards the latter because those who have whitewashed Kane's history deserve any ridicule on any level that can be levied.

9.


The entire business model of Best Fans St. Louis is based around screenshots. But there is no accountability for any of it. Which isn't to say that they are making up things (except when they claim hot ESPN mics picked up on Cardinals fans yelling the n-word at Jason Heyward), but it strips the internet of context. Some lunatic tweets death threats against underperforming Cardinals? Somebody ironically writes "Bush Stadium" or "trader"? It doesn't matter because it's all the same.

Luckily, the true feelings on Best Fans St. Louis came to the forefront. Thank you, Crying Birds, for uncovering their true feelings.

8.


As far as I can tell, this is a completely earnest tweet. The hyperbole of random soldiers succeeding against the best football players in the world is comical enough but this tweet's true highlight is the word "dominate". It's not good enough to compete or play; they would DOMINATE. If you disagree, you simply hate the troops.

7.


So the original tweet, which declares "I would still rather have Stephen Piscotty for president than anyone actually running", is great. Often during election cycles, an easy way to score cheap comedy points is to make a joke about how bad presidential candidates are. And it's a cynical ploy to be "political" without offending anybody, but in the end, it offends the whole damn system. That's why I have such vitriol for the "Bud Light Party" commercials with Seth Rogen and Amy Schumer: presidential elections are important things, and reducing them to a plot device to sell your terrible beer is vulgar.

With that said, I would actually rather Stephen Piscotty be president than Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, Gary Johnson, or Jill Stein. Frankly, I find it bothersome that anyone would vote for Johnson or Stein: your candidate isn't going to win anyway, so why would you not vote for actual, genuinely better candidate Stephen Piscotty? In the end I'm going to vote for Hillary Clinton because my desire to see the president not be Donald Trump supercedes my desire to #wellactually people on the internet when Hillary does something bad, but that's only because Piscotty doesn't have a chance (stupid Cardinals hatred).

Anyway, I went with the Hochman quote-RT because the original tweeter, El Maquino, despises Hochman, and his seal of approval led to Maq unpinning the tweet. Also, I don't get why people hate quote-tweets. They're okay!

6.


So this one is going to take some explanation, which diminishes the efficacy of the tweet, but it is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

NFL writers are the most boring, self-serious people on the planet. Jeff Darlington is one of these people. It's just what it is: I follow more MLB, NBA, and NHL writers on Twitter than I do NFL writers because the other leagues at least have a sense of humor about things. NFL Twitter is Dead Damn Serious about the long snapper of the Cincinnati Bengals restructuring his contract so that Andy Dalton can get a raise (while it seems unfair that only one player, the starting quarterback, comes close to making his true value from NFL teams, it's a start).

Crying Jordan is objectively unfunny, but it is the persistence of it which made it funny. There is nothing inherently funny about a picture of Michael Jordan crying, even if you dislike him, and even putting his face over sad athletes is pretty bland. But in recent months, it has exploded to a point where Crying Jordan is being put on balls, over entire states, and just about everywhere.

During the final game of this year's NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament, between Villanova and MJ's alma mater North Carolina. And when Villanova won on a buzzer beater (every year, people try to convince me college basketball is popular, and I barely remember the end of this game that happened three months ago), Twitter did what Twitter does. Crying Jordan on top of present-day Michael Jordan. Crying Jordan on top of the entire UNC team. Et cetera.

Jeff Darlington simply posted the origin photo of Crying Jordan. He just wants to fit in!

5.
This tweet is the single-greatest encapsulation of internet commenters I have ever seen on Twitter. A Patrick Kane fan assuming moral high ground. A fan gaining a groundswell of support from Deadspin comments thanks to a non-joke passively referencing something something best fans in baseball. Viewing racial strife as a prop for which to argue about sports while paying so little attention to the issue itself that you don't even bother to verify the name of one of the major players within it. The internet's tendency to add worthless comments like "You sir win the internet".

Double Birds is very good.

4.


The first three replies to this tweet are the best thing to ever happen on that godforsaken website.


3.


Fendi Hotdogbun has 1,168 followers and this isn't a percent of what he deserves. He is consistently funny and terrific and it pains me to remind everybody, once again, of how badly he got owned here.

Please do not RT this tweet. Fendi will not appreciate the own.

2.



Donald Trump is a garbage person that I do not like but in the end, if he were to praise me, I'd probably accept the praise pretty enthusiastically, because I am a gigantic coward.

Deadspin did not. They see right through Trump: that he is trying to ride the coattails of the now-fashionable sports blog, and they are having absolutely none of that. That Trump immediately turned on Deadspin is itself a moment worthy of consideration.

1.

This tweet, from an account purporting to be former MLB outfielder Ricky Ledee, is perfect. And it comes so close to being forgettable. He walked a tightrope and he achieved perfection.

"Yea" is funnier than "Yeah", although I typically prefer the latter. There's something more casual about it. The lack of punctuation is critical: a comma or a question mark ruins the nonchalant nature of the tweet. And this tweet is endlessly quotable. Just try it: after you've consumed an adult beverage or two or three, tell somebody "Yea I've had a few beers so what." The cadence will warm your heart. It is the greatest tweet ever written.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Stuck

I had a good Memorial Day weekend. I went to a friend's wedding on Saturday (I'm not really the sentimental sort, but it's hard to argue against an open bar and a free meal), I wrote a VEB post on Sunday in which I took great pride and which I feel ranks with some of my best work on the site. And on Monday, I had a nice afternoon/dinner with my family.

On Tuesday, I woke up and felt miserable. Instantly, inconsolably miserable.

I didn't feel sick. I didn't have any logical reason to feel bad, and I had a decent day at work, but I felt awful. It happens every so often.

My work day, while not bad, was very busy, so I hadn't tweeted throughout the day just as a matter of circumstance. By the time I got home, I just didn't feel like it. So for the next five days, I didn't.

I still posted tweets to publicize my blog posts, because I feel like I owed my VEB cohorts some demonstrated effort to raise awareness for the website as a whole. But that was it. I would still check Twitter, though not nearly as often as I normally would, because it is a necessary tool for me to stay informed about my myriad interests, but I wanted to take a break from the interpersonal communication aspects of Twitter. It was by far the longest I went between posting tweets on my own since I joined the website in March 2011.

A few people noticed my habits had changed, and I told them I was fine. I'm still not sure if I was lying to them.

Those who know me well know that I have struggled with moments of sheer melancholia, pretty much forever. I have never been diagnosed with depression, though I am quite certain if I saw a psychiatrist, I would be diagnosed with it or something related. It never gets that bad, in the sense that I've always been able to compartmentalize it (it didn't affect my work, at my day job or blogging, and had I chosen to tweet, I'm quite certain I could've faked my way the last few days) and I've never contemplated violence, against others nor myself. But I still have those moments. And when I'm asked if I'm okay, I always say I am, because this is what people want to hear.

The reason I took a break from Twitter is because I felt like a fraud on it. My Twitter persona has always been an exaggerated version of my personality in real life: in real life, I am often sarcastic and quick-witted, though in a much more subdued way than I am online. I'm not as shy as I once was, though it still takes me a while to feel comfortable with new people. To be clear, I don't consider this to be a personality defect--I'm far from alone in this regard. But it's in such stark contrast with my much more extroverted e-persona.

The truth is that Twitter has been, for over half a decade, my comfort zone. Through some of my most insecure moments--when I felt like a failure, when I felt very alone--Twitter was where I could feel secure to say whatever I wanted. Much has been written, usually in reference to awful people who use Twitter for racist/sexist/homophobic/etc. sentiments, about how people hide behind avatars (I do not actually resemble Homer Simpson nor do I own a "TV SPORTS" pennant, though I would like one). But it works for me because I think I'm a fundamentally good person. I'm empathetic and caring and even when I don't do a good job conveying it, it is central enough to who I am that an uninhibited version of myself is, even if annoying, tolerable on a human level.

The phrase "quarter-life crisis" has become associated with those who fear the unknown. Think The Graduate (I took this analogy from the Wikipedia page on the phrase): Benjamin Braddock faces uncertainty about how his life will turn out following his graduation from college. I'm six years older than Braddock and probably won't live to 108, so I'm more inclined to view this as something of a third-life crisis. And it's the opposite of the quarter-life crisis: it is not fear of confronting the unknown, but rather the fear of routine. The fear that I'll be stuck in my current life pattern--not that I have a bad life, but rather the feeling that things could improve.

Twitter became a routine. It became boring. I got tired of regurgitating the same tired cliches over and over. I got tired of using it as a substitute for actual interpersonal communication. I'm not going to jump right back into tweeting exactly as I did before, because what I was doing before wasn't fulfilling for me. But I will be back, and hopefully, in every sense of the word, better than I was before.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Watch @FWBluesFan slow dance...for charity!

Many people who are reading this know Twitter user @FWBluesFan, either through Twitter or in real life. Those who know him know that he is generally a quite mannered person. But yesterday, May 28, with my own two eyes, I saw him do something wildly antithetical to this persona.

While at the wedding of our friend, Twitter user @dspPickuptruck, the Fort Worth Blues Man participated in dancing, as people often do at wedding receptions, but the true highlight was during a slow dance song, Ed Sheeran's omnipresent 2014 hit ballad "Thinking Out Loud", in which he and the groom engaged in a slow dance.

I have mentioned this to a few people already, and consensus is that this did not happen. But not only did it happen, but I have video to prove it. Two details about the video.
  1. It is 35 seconds long and they dance for about 34 seconds of it. The video ends with a pair of bridesmaids, who were also dancing to the song, crashing into me.
  2. At one point, listeners can hear a voice other than Sheeran's belting the lyric "that baby now". The voice is mine, attempting feebly to sing.
I would love nothing more than to share this video with you. I've watched it several times and hope others will get the privilege. Now, I could just post the video on Twitter, but we have made the decision to try to parlay our silliness into helping a worthy cause.

I will post the video of @FWBluesFan and @dspPickuptruck slow-dancing to "Thinking Out Loud" to Twitter and to this post if we are able to raise $69 for the American Cancer Society.

Yes, it's silly. Yes, it's juvenile. But who says that supporting a good cause must be ultra-serious? I made the decision to turn this video into a charity effort, and @FWBluesFan picked a very worthwhile cause. In fact, I donated to the cause myself.


So really, you guys only need to raise $59. If every one of our followers donates five cents to ACS, the video will go beyond my cell phone.

If you would like to contribute, go to donate.cancer.org and make a one-time donation. E-mail me at johnjf125 at gmail dot com to confirm that you made the donation: a screenshot of the donation screen, forwarding a confirmation e-mail, a screenshot of the confirmation e-mail, etc. are all acceptable as long as it is clear that it is authentic. 

If you want to blur or block out information (such as I did above, where I blurred my phone number), feel free to block out as much as you'd like as long as you maintain the dollar amount donated. If you want to keep it completely anonymous, you may blur out single bit of information on the e-mail aside from the dollar amount while using a dummy e-mail account. All information regarding individual donations will remain 100% anonymous.

As an extra bonus, if we can raise $420 (yes, I am 12 years old), I will record an audio commentary of the video (it will actually be much longer than 35 seconds). Hopefully I can convince one of its co-stars to also appear to break down the video, but I can promise that I will be there. So we are only $410 from that. Less than 34 cents per follower gets us to this level.

All donations are welcome and encouraged. No amount is too small. Thank you in advance.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

I wrote a spec script for Crying Birds's TV show


Having partially inspired Crying Birds to creative heights with his pilot about a television show in which Grobot (henceforth referred to as "Nick"), @lil_scooter93 (henceforth referred to as "Heather"), and former St. Louis Cardinals quad-A outfielder Adron Chambers share an apartment with me, I have decided to begin a spec script for this show. While I personally would have titled the show "Apartment 2F", I #re2pect CB's decision to name it "Four Stories." And here is the story I have chosen to tell. I have only a vague idea of how scripts are written, format-wise, so please just enjoy the CONTENT on its own terms.

As the scene begins, John is sitting alone on a couch in the living room, typing on his laptop. That commercial where Jon Bon Jovi strums an acoustic guitar, singing and obliterating a small child as part of selling DirecTV is on in the background.

*Nick walks in the apartment*

NICK: Do you know if Addie bought milk at the store this morning?

JOHN: Wh...Addie? Who's Addie?

NICK: You know, Adron.

JOHN: Wait, you're calling him Addie? I think we need a vote on this.

NICK: What the hell's wrong with Addie?

JOHN: Well, first of all, it doesn't even save on syllables. And if one of us is going to be nicknamed Addie, it should be Heather, since she's an accountant.

*Heather walks in the apartment*

HEATHER: Who's an accountant? (Laugh track, which otherwise does not appear on the show, for some reason loses its absolute shit over this joke)

JOHN: Oh, um, nobody's an accountant here, absolutely nobody. Nick just thinks we should call Adron "Addie".

NICK: Look, if you want to call him Adron, you go right ahead, but I think Addie sounds good.

*Adron walks in the apartment*

ADRON: Heyyyyyyyy gang. (This is his catchphrase, and because sitcoms are almost uniformly garbage, this is one of the better catchphrases in the history of television)

EVERYBODY ELSE IN UNISON: Heyyyyyyyy Adron! (Yeah, I know Nick's supposed to be calling him Addie, but this was really just a set piece at the beginning to pad the word count)

ADRON: Hey, I was just, I was thinking about something.

JOHN: What's that?

ADRON: Well, like, you know, it's kind of weird that I'm living with you guys.

JOHN: Nah, man, it's awesome. We're an interracial, mixed-gender group. We're like The Revolution here (oh, also I'm wearing a Prince t-shirt in the scene, RIP).

ADRON: No, it's not...it's not that. But, like, you're a bunch of single people in your 20s. I turn 30 later this year, and also I'm married. Doesn't logic suggest I should be living with my wife?

HEATHER: You're married?

ADRON: I...I think so. Wikipedia didn't say. Look, anyway, this just seems weird to be.

NICK: Don't be an asshat, Addie. This is a great setup we have. Yeah, you kind of stand out in the group because you're the old guy and also because you are a former professional baseball player and we're just a bunch of weird people on the internet...

ADRON: I'm still a baseball player, Nick. I'm in the Cubs minor league system.

HEATHER: The Cubs? So, um, do you hang out with Jason Heyward or Kris Bryant ever?

JOHN: *Looks straight at camera* Here we go again! *Looks around room* Oh, really? Nobody else is gonna say it with me? *Walks to the fridge and opens a beer that looks exactly like a Budweiser can except it says "Beer" on it* You guys are assholes.

ADRON: No, they're in the big leagues and I'm in the minors. It's like you guys don't even know me.

NICK: Well, we don't really know you. I know you scored that run against the Cubs in 2011 but that's it, really.

HEATHER: It's okay, Adron. I feel like an outsider here sometimes too. (The audience has an audible gasp like she just said she had a freaking brain tumor or something)

JOHN: Well, why's that?

HEATHER: Well, like, I'm the youngest one here. I'm the only woman. I don't even know why you guys invited me to be your roommate. I feel like a token woman here. I'm like Elaine on Seinfeld or that one girl, I don't know, I think her name was Kate or something, on The Drew Carey Show. Like, okay, there's three guy characters so we have to throw a female character into the mix.

JOHN: Look, Heather, I get what you're saying, but this isn't a TV show. (The audience LOSES IT on this joke, which I know I said there isn't a laugh track here but this was too damn much). And yes, we all have our differences. Nick's the tall one. Adron is the one that won a World Series ring with the 2011 St. Louis Cardinals. You're the woman. And I'm the extremely hot one. But while we all have our differences, we're all trying the best we can with these...four stories. (Audience erupts with applause and I win all of the Emmys that Jim Parsons won for The Big Bang Theory for some reason)

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

A tale of two Blues fans

Eight days ago, Tony X was just some guy with a Twitter account. Tony, whose Twitter handle is @soIoucity, had a little over a thousand followers last Monday night and as of the moment I started typing this sentence, he had 85,692.

The genesis of Tony's spike in Twitter followers, for the uninitiated, is that he turned on Fox Sports Midwest hoping to watch a Cardinals game, but instead found Game 7 of the first round of the NHL playoffs between his hometown St. Louis Blues and the Chicago Blackhawks. According to Tony, he had never before watched a hockey game, but he nevertheless kept his TV on the channel and, as he live-tweeted, fell in love with the game. He was mesmerized by the sport's intensity and the drama of the event.

Granted, most hockey games aren't tightly-contested playoff game sevens between bitter rivals, one of which is your hometown team, and Tony probably got a bit lucky that this was his first exposure to the sport, but Hockey Twitter fell in love with his enthusiasm. He was naive to the specifics of hockey, but he had an enthusiasm which was infectious.

For as jaded as adults can get online about sports, Tony revealed a different perspective: somebody who discovers something new and just wants to tell everybody about how great it is. It doesn't have to be a sport--I discovered Oasis after they'd been selling out soccer stadiums in Europe for over a decade, but that didn't mean I didn't want to scream to everybody I know about how OH MY GAWWWWD YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO SUPERSONIC RIGHT THIS INSTANT.

I was seven when I watched my first hockey game. Tony was an adult. There is a cavalcade of people best described as "haters" who clearly resent Tony's rise to pseudo-fame, which I do not understand whatsoever--I understand not being interested in seeing some random guy learn hockey on the fly, but the sense of "What did this guy do to earn this attention?" is odd to me. He entertained people and in many cases, reminded people of themselves.

In a strange way, he reminds me of my dad.

My dad is a generation older than Tony, and unlike Tony, has watched hockey before. He used to be a somewhat big fan: the first sport I ever watched was hockey, and it was because I watched the first home game of the Wayne Gretzky in St. Louis "era" (it's a footnote in Gretzky's career, but it was a formative experience of my sports fandom) with him that I eventually started following other sports.

But not long after I took to hockey, my dad stopped caring about it. He has always cited the Blues trading his favorite player, Brendan Shanahan, as the inciting incident which dulled his hockey fandom (this predates the Gretzky trade, but I'm willing to accept that the 1995-96 season was a transition year in a vacuum). But this always seemed strange to me, especially after Shanahan netted a 20 year-old Chris Pronger, an eventual Hall of Famer whose number will rightfully be retired by the Blues.

A month and a half after the Brendan Shanahan trade, the St. Louis Rams played their first game.

My dad was always a bigger fan of the Rams than the other St. Louis sports teams, including the Cardinals. Remember a few years ago when the Cardinals played in Game 5 of the World Series while, at the same time, the 3-4 Rams played the Seattle Seahawks on Monday Night Football? Most people I know ignored the Rams game. I didn't, but the World Series took priority, with the Rams getting my attention during commercial breaks. Dad watched the Rams exclusively. He wasn't at the game or anything--he just cared about the Rams that much more.

Tony X, it appears, was similarly passionate about the Rams. I don't know Tony's age, though it seems that, like me, he doesn't remember a world in which the Rams were not in St. Louis. For all of the national talk about the Rams' brief time in St. Louis, if you're under the age of 30, you remember the Rams in St. Louis as ubiquitously as you remember the Packers in Green Bay or the Steelers in Pittsburgh.
The Cardinals are great and wonderful. Hell, I write for a Cardinals blog. I'm not exactly ambivalent to their existence. But fans have a different relationship with the Cardinals, a ubiquitous local brand, than they do with less successful teams.

A little over a month ago, I wrote about how the Cardinals should specifically court alienated ex-Rams fans, though in fairness to the Cardinals, this was always going to be a less intuitive courtship than one spearheaded by the Blues. Fandom of the Blues, or any hockey team for that matter, is less casual. Say what you will about attendance for the Rams or Blues during lean years (of course, owners dangling the franchises to other cities didn't help the matters, either), but the fans who did show up and who did loudly rep their teams were hardly passive fans.

It had been well over a decade since my dad watched a Blues game. The only hockey I can recall him watching beyond my elementary school years was the last two minutes of the 2009 Stanley Cup Finals, and even after Marc-Andre Fleury's absurd performance stopping a flurry (pun unintended but nevertheless kept) of Detroit Red Wings shots, I could barely get him to muster more than a casual noting of impressiveness.

He usually goes to bed around 8 on weeknights, but he stayed up and watched every minute of Game 7 against the Blackhawks. He made sure before Game 1 against Dallas to know what channel NBC Sports was. During overtime of Game 2, he texted me about how nervous he was. It was the first time he had texted me about an in-progress sporting event since the final game of the St. Louis Rams.

Something is happening here. I had assumed when the Rams moved, St. Louis would collectively find another NFL team, but as it increasingly appears the entire league left us out to dry, this ceased to be an option. So in the end, our new Rams will not be the Chiefs nor the Bears nor the Colts. It's the Blues.

I was a Blues fan anyway, but it was only in 2016 that the Blues saved me.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

The Weird Cardinals Twitter Bracket Finale

Two weeks ago today, @FWBluesFan and I launched the Weird Cardinals Twitter Bracket, a more (metaphorically) regionalized version of the Cardinals Twitter Bracket from @RooCourtSTL which had swept St. Louis baseball fans by storm. And today, going into tonight, we are proud to conduct the championship round of our bracket between 3-seed @lil_scooter93 and 8-seed @VanHicklestein.

As has been tradition, I will make no formal endorsements on the matter and instead focus on proctoring the vote in as fair of a manner as I possibly can. I would, however, like to congratulate both Twitter accounts on their resounding success to this point.

@VanHicklestein has traversed a difficult road to the final, defeating the nearly four times as followed @HighSock_Sunday in round one, Weird Cardinals Twitter insider favorite @crying_birds in the Elite Eight, and another more followed account in @turpin4prez in the Final Four.

@lil_scooter93 defeated each of the founders of this event, people with an inherent and systemic advantage in this competition, in the first two rounds, and then bested worthy up-and-comer @2xBirds to make the championship round.

Each of these accounts is worthy of its spot in this competition. If, by chance, you do not follow one or both of them, you should rectify that situation immediately. Voting runs until 10 p.m. In the event of each side receiving 50% of the votes, a 69 minute run-off will be conducted Sunday afternoon at an exact time yet to be determined.

We appreciate your support on this stupid idea we had and I believe I speak for the Fort Worth Blues Man when I say that we are overwhelmed and giddy to have seen so many people be so entertained by this little experiment.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

The Weird Cardinals Twitter bracket

In an era in which "St. Louis Cardinals fan" turned into a pejorative, Weird Cardinals Twitter gives Cardinals fans a sense of community which the team's widespread popularity tends to undermine. By reputation, Cardinals fans are corny and self-righteous at best and deplorable racists at worst. But Weird Cardinals Twitter adheres to no such ideology. We exist as consumers of the Cardinals, not branches of them. We are first and foremost just a big group of friends cracking jokes and not taking itself too seriously. On March 15, @roocourtstl unveiled its Cardinals Twitter bracket of 64 Cardinals related Twitter follows. It has been a tremendous success, motivating hundreds to vote for their favorites (or, as was often the case, vote against their least favorites). And in the spirit of their wonderful idea, @FWBluesFan and I are proud to announce the 1st annual Weird Cardinals Twitter bracket. The initial list of 69 candidates has been cut to 17. Difficult decisions were made and hopefully those who did not make the field are not too offended that we deemed them as having too much of a life to crack this. The seeding is semi-arbitrary and more weight is given to setting up interesting matchups than to editorializing about the worthiness of each entry. Voting on the play-in matchup between the two 16 seeds will begin later today, March 19, with the Sweet 16 to begin not long after. Methodology will be a series of Twitter polls. Here is the bracket (and no, I didn't write my own preview):

16: @vexedtechie earned his way into the field by coining "Sabermattrics", which he used to track how Matts Carpenter, Holliday, and Adams batted in 2015. As a whole, this epitomizes the analytics-leaning WCT in its irreverence. Twitter isn't about serious statistical research or identifying significant trends to predict future outcomes. It's about stupid puns. 16. @cardsnationjnky on the surface has leanings towards mainstream Cardinals homerism, but it is in his earnest commitment to his persona that Sean defines his brand. After all, if you're going to argue Michael Wacha over Clayton Kershaw, you might as well be really freaking adamant about it. 1. @crying_birds at first glance seems to be a non sequitur machine, but make no mistake: he knows exactly what he's doing. What he's doing is supposed to have killed Twitter by now but instead, it stripped Twitter of its pretense and self-serious #hashtag-ism and now is a form of performance art on a medium forever improved by his presence. 8. @VanHicklestein is a GIF artist and he has #stlcrads (sic) in his bio and he nearly toppled the awful @Total_CardsMove, in every way the antithesis of WCT, in the Roo Court STL bracket. Also he makes good tweets sometimes.

9. @HighSock_Sunday once asked the GOP front-runner for its 2016 presidential nomination if Joe Flacco is a elite quarterback...and he got an answer. @PFTCommenter is wildly influential on the sarcastic tone of WCT and in this instance, the latter took the former's lead and made the actual news because of it.


5. @turpin4prez combines intelligent commentary on everything from sports to sociopolitical issues with an impossible-to-deny fluency in Weird Twitter conventions. This is his embodiment: 


12. @grobot05 serves the pivotal WCT rule of whipping boy, and he deserves credit for willingly taking abuse for when he has a bad sports opinion, when he is accused of hitting on young women, and for his relatively good nature when his most earnest tweets are roundly mocked.

4. @Apartment_2F is an outstanding complement to his law school classmate Turpin. If the former, who leans right, and the latter, who leans left, hosted a political discussion show, any good and righteous American would watch. 2F loses some points though for abandoning his "John Daly in American flag pants smoking a cigar" avatar.

13. @prefix6 has always been good for timely Simpsons references, but it was during the all-too-brief Golden Age of Ditty that his star truly shined.


6. @FWBluesFan slowly evolved into a bizarre observer of all sports, displaying a jaded irreverence towards sports simply by reducing them to platitudes such as "(player/team) tried their best." Oh, and for asking everybody he sees if Joe Flacco is elite. 


11. @thestlcardsfan4 has recently carved a niche as a TV blogger but he remains a blunt Cardinals follow. Mainstream Cardinals Twitter says Mike Matheny is good, and a certain type of intellectual fan will explain why he might not be. At WCT, we can just SAY he sucks because what difference could it possibly make what we think? 3. @lil_scooter93 is the only woman in this bracket, and while a simplistic approach would be to say that she is "one of the boys" among WCT, this is the opposite of the case. Heather doesn't try to hide her personality. She loudly and vociferously is what she is: a passionate and intelligent fan who makes tweets and goes about the WCT grind like everybody else. 

14. @johnjf125 is a mesh of smart and witty commentary on baseball, as well as the torch-bearer of Bridge Twitter. He takes pop culture references and uses them in brilliant analogies to all sports. His WCT brand was devalued when he became an actual serious writer at Viva El Birdos.
7. @azta110790 takes time between his day job shifts counting prairie dogs for the gummint to serve as president of the Tommy Pham Club. Also, he kind of looks like his avatar in real life.

10. @elmaquino is a former Cardinals blogger who departed from the writing game in favor of good baseball observations and jokes on Twitter.


2. @2xbirds, run by @dcwoodruff, provides a unique take on baseball-meets-politics. He took Maq's "Piscotty for President" tweet and has taken it brilliantly too far. Also, Chase created this video of Drew Magary dancing to "How Soon is Now?" by The Smiths, which I think about at least three times a day. 



15. @mstreeter06 is a top-flight GIFster but also is a pronounced WCT team player. Perhaps nobody more consistently replies "nice" when somebody uses the number 69 nor as consistently will reply to mentions to Alfredo Simon how he killed a guy. Just...just check the replies to this tweet.



For those who felt marginalized in the big Cardinals Twitter tournament, I hope you enjoy our weird take on it. Matchups will be posted in the coming hours and days.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Life and the St. Louis Rams

I just want it to end.

I'm tired of waking up in the middle of the night, thinking about it, and not being able to go back to sleep. I'm tired of it crossing my mind every so often throughout the day and it paralyzing me, rendering me ineffective at work or unable to enjoy my leisure time. I know what's going to happen. Whatever naivete I previously had about the situation is gone. The St. Louis Rams are going to move to Los Angeles. There is not even a shadow of a doubt in my mind anymore.

And I just want it to end.

Ever since the Rams season ended, (of course) on a heartbreaking loss to a bad team which could have easily been a victory, being a Rams fan went from depressing to exhausting. It's not comparable to losing football games. If losing a game is the equivalent of your child getting a bad grade in school and watching your team go 15-65 over a five-year stretch is the equivalent of your child failing a grade, having your team given away to another city is the equivalent of your child being kidnapped.

For me, being a Rams fan is what I have. It isn't a matter of watching a football game sixteen times a year. If it were a matter of filling an extra 50 hours or so of leisure time a year, I could do that easily. Being a Rams fan is a fundamental part of my identity. It's not a thing I do; it's a thing I am.

I'm not going to try to convince anybody reading this about the politics of the stadium situation, about the wisdom or lack thereof regarding spending taxpayer money to finance a football field for a billionaire. Frankly, if your opinion on it is swayed by what I'm saying, it says to me that you didn't have a very well-reasoned opinion in the first place. What this is about is why it matters so much to me, and why it matters to a lot of people like me.

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I would estimate that of all conversations I've had with my father in the last five years, about 80% of them have been about football. The only reason I don't estimate it as closer to 90% is because we occasionally talk about baseball, as well. But football is the driving force. We texted yesterday, and it was about football. We texted on Saturday: again, about football. Same for Friday. Our last correspondence before that was on January 3, during what was likely the final game in the history of the St. Louis Rams. The last time we talked about something other than sports was when he texted me a traffic update on December 28. This includes seeing him in person since then, when we discussed football almost exclusively. Some baseball, but again, mostly football.

Honestly, I don't know what we're going to talk about anymore. Football is the lingua franca which has allowed two very different people with two very different personalities from two very different generations to communicate. Similarly, most of my best friends are also Rams fans. They are Cardinals and Blues fans, too, but this isn't the language we speak. EVERYBODY knows about the Cardinals. Being a Rams fan has long been a unique identifier.

I'd compare it to discussing The Beatles and discussing The Velvet Underground (and I say this as somebody who prefers the former, mind you)--my grandmother can hold a conversation about a dozen or so Beatles songs. Saying you like the Beatles, even saying you like specific songs or albums, says nothing in particular about who you are. If you can hold a conversation about VU, though, it is a statement on who you are. I could walk up to a random St. Louisan in a grocery store and talk to them about Jack Buck and Mike Shannon, but if instead you are able to speak in reverential tones about Jack Snow and Mike Bush, you're my kind of person.

I don't really like to talk too much about my social inadequacies, because I find it uncomfortable (and you probably don't find it all that pleasant either), but it matters an awful lot when it comes to this situation with the Rams.

I grew up very insecure about myself. As a child, I was always bright for my age and I did reasonably well in school, but there was a lot of self-loathing. I didn't have a lot of friends--I still don't, but as an adult, I don't think it's nearly as strange to have a small group of confidants rather than considering your entire list of Facebook friends to really, truly, be your friend. I was unathletic, overweight, and socially awkward. I didn't feel good about myself. I still don't sometimes.

When I entered high school, I knew maybe a dozen people in my class of 512 people. I was in an oddly gerrymandered district with two high schools and three middle schools and, thanks to a little help from lots of public middle school to private high school changes, a very small sliver of the middle school at which I at least had made some friends went to a different high school from everybody else. And I was one of them. I didn't have a single class freshman year with a single person I had ever met before. I ate lunch alone almost every day that year. Everybody is awkward their freshman year but at least the other people were awkward with their friends also being awkward.

But the Rams went 12-4 that year. Of course, they haven't had a winning record since that year, but they were 12-4 that year. So I was happy.

I've improved a little bit socially since, in that I no longer fear talking to somebody I don't know more than death. I went from 217 pounds entering my senior year of high school to peaking around 270 pounds in late 2013 to weighing around 160 pounds today. But two weeks from today, I will turn 27 years old, and I have never had anything that could even liberally referred to as a girlfriend. I doubt a study on the matter has ever been commissioned, but I would assume that the odds that I ever marry or have children are very low.

I've kind of thought this might be what would happen to me for a long time, starting back when it was just a complete lack of self-confidence and leading into days where it's just basic probability. And for a long time, I taught myself to be content with it. I wouldn't grow old alone because I would grow old with my Rams.

This isn't hyperbole--this is what the Rams have meant to me. They've been THAT important. My junior year of college, I was so disconnected from sports as a whole that I didn't even bother to watch any of the three Cardinals playoff games (in my defense, I didn't have cable and I did listen on the radio, though I can assure you this would not happen today) but I did stake out a prime viewing spot in the Student Union Building to watch noon NFL games I didn't care about so that I could watch the Rams lose 35-0 to the San Francisco 49ers at 3:15 alone.

Some people don't care. And I'm not even talking about fans of other teams that feel the need to troll Rams fans about what is literally heartbreaking--an extremely loud minority, but certainly a minority nonetheless. I'm talking about casual Rams fans, people who watched with intensity when the Rams were good but don't watch as intently now. 

And I'm not talking about bandwagoners, per se--I'm talking about people who maintain allegiance to the Rams and only the Rams but opt instead to spend their Sundays doing other things. People who go to the park or take a walk on nice early autumn days or focus on raising their children. People who, I'm sure, are much more happy and balanced people than those of us who devoted countless Sundays to an abysmal Rams team in the late 2000s and, even more appallingly, devoted Sundays to a mediocre Rams team that couldn't care less about us, or our hometown, or how miserable what amounts to a money grab for them would make us.

Some of us don't have these alternatives. This is what we have. Or, in a day or two, this is what we had.

I don't know what I'm going to do. Thinking about it makes me feel dizzy. I can defect to another team--not a small reason I tried (and failed) to develop a secondary allegiance to the Kansas City Chiefs this year was because that's the team my dad rooted for when St. Louis didn't have a team and has stated he will root for again next year. I'd like to think I'll just watch way less football next year, but it's not like I have a whole lot of other options. It's sad but it's true.

Like I said before, I'm not expecting to convert anybody, nor do I really want to do that. I know it's stupid that I care as much as I do. I know that spending $350 million in public funds to buy an asset for a man worth $7.7 billion is an objectively stupid thing to do anyway, and that while the Rams do provide measurable value to St. Louis by their mere existence, the city and the area will be better off without that additional expenditure. But that doesn't mean I, individually, will be. 

Go ahead and call me selfish--I probably am. But if, in order to save your job, the government were forced to spend $10 million, I would be opposed to doing so. Yet I wouldn't blame you for not being a good soldier about it. And that's all I hope, is for people to understand that this isn't just a football team. This is an identity.

Friday, January 8, 2016

My 2016 NFL Playoffs Likability Rankings

GAMBLING TIP: Bet the teams which rank the lowest on this list, as they are the teams which will win the Super Bowl. All sports are bad.

12. Arizona Cardinals: In another year, this might not be my least favorite team for the playoffs. But in light of present circumstances: a conniving billionaire-by-inheritance wiener who is incapable of being loved trying to leverage St. Louis's football team so that a western city will pretend to like him...nope. Not happening. I have no issues with the Arizona Cardinals, their coaches (Bruce Arians seems unpleasant but he's an undeniably terrific coach), nor their fans, but as long as a Bidwill owns them, I will root for them to fail.

11. New England Patriots: That a team could sign one of my five favorite football players ever in Steven Jackson, a player who is extraordinarily worthy of playoff success and overall football happiness, and that they could still not crack my top ten of likable playoff teams says an awful lot about their history of crimes against football. Rob Gronkowski is fine, even if his act has grown a bit tired, but with the exceptions of him and Jackson, there's not a likable player in the bunch. Also, their coaching staff still includes Bill Belichick and Josh McDaniels. There is a 100% chance this year's Super Bowl is Arizona vs. New England. I might just re-watch Super Bowl XXXIV on DVD instead. The way football has gone for me lately, the Titans will probably win it, but that's still a whole lot better than either of these teams winning.

10. Green Bay Packers: They have their share of steroid users, but that's not a deal-breaker for me, really. Mike McCarthy is, thanks to Jim Caldwell not winning the Super Bowl he was in, the worst Super Bowl winning coach I can recall, but that doesn't make me hate him. The real problem with the Packers is their sanctimonious, obnoxious fans. In my experiences, no fan base has been less sympathetic to the Rams relocation than Packers fans (including local Packers fans), which was sadly predictable--Packers fans buy relentlessly into their own hype as The Best Fans In Football and seem to believe they are fans of a morally superior way of life rather than "oh hey, here's a football team that's absolutely never bad, let me be a fan of them." Screw these honkies.

9. Seattle Seahawks: Remember last year when the most likable thing about the Seahawks was Marshawn Lynch? He may not even play on Sunday. Without Lynch, we are stuck with their dog-whistle-inducing quarterback, their proven cheater (in college) truther coach, their overrated 21-st century Boz cornerback, and the 12TH FAN, another fan base totally wrapped up in the idea that their fan base has a divine right to football success, blissfully unaware that the team nearly moved to LA (which, to be fair, this applies to half of the NFL) in the 1990s thanks to the mediocre attendance the Seahawks had back when they weren't good every single year.

8. Washington R******s: Seriously, change your nickname. Also, Dan Snyder sucks for reasons which do not include their morally reprehensible nickname, but also for their morally reprehensible nickname.

7. Pittsburgh Steelers: The only team in the playoffs that I saw play in person this year, I had the great honor of sitting in the visitor's section. I tried yelling some trash talk about the Pirates to no avail, which is because they don't air a ton of Pirates home telecasts in their homes in St. Peters. Fun fact: I had a coworker one time who was an avid Pittsburgh Steelers fan who was eventually fired for telling a coworker (not me) that she was going to kick their ass. Also, the Steelers have a quarterback who was once jailed for murdering countless dogs, which makes him their second least likable quarterback. Redeemed largely by virtue of having Antonio Bae, the greatest wide receiver in NFL history.

6. Kansas City Chiefs: They have a few genuinely likable players: Jeremy Maclin, Eric Berry, Justin Houston. They don't really have any unlikable players: Alex Smith is boring but ultimately harmless. Andy Reid's ability to look like a tomato in team colors is charming. But that stupid Tomahawk Chop, man. They should be relieved that Washington's nickname deflects all negative attention that doing a mock-American Indian chant, at Arrowhead Stadium, with the nickname Chiefs, should cause. Also, this. And nobody cares about how loud your stupid crowd is. Also, the propensity for Chiefs fans to troll St. Louis for possibly losing the Rams (they're second only to Green Bay) in spite of tickets being available, in December, to see two playoff teams (they were playing the Bengals), FOR SIX DOLLARS. Yes, it was rainy and cold outside, but if the Rams owner actively trying to move the team isn't an excuse, why is this?

5. Cincinnati Bengals: A compelling reason in and of itself to root against the Bengals this week is A.J. McCarron. Look, I have nothing against A.J. McCarron--he was an overrated college quarterback in the sense that he was a game manager, but he was a GREAT game manager. He was on a team where all he had to do was not make mistakes and he NEVER made mistakes. But if he wins a playoff game before Andy Dalton, it's going to get unbearably stupid. No, McCarron should not be starting over Dalton. Dalton is good. You weirdos. Also, Jeremy Hill is the Mike Tirico of NFL players--in a field where there are a ton of awful people, granted, this guy tends to REALLY slide under the radar for being an awful person. Google Jeremy Hill if you must. And Mike Tirico, for that matter.

4. Houston Texans: The runaway train of J.J. Watt love went off the rails way too quickly. There's nothing to dislike about him, still: he just never was the amazing beacon for all that is good and right that people have tried to make him out to be. He's just a guy who plays football at a very high level. They get bonus points for Sanctimonious Internet Atheist Arian Foster being out for the season (after generations of obnoxious Evangelical Christians in the NFL, it seems like poetic justice that the first openly atheist NFL player would be totally insufferable about it to Ricky Gervais-esque levels). I still don't know anything about Brian Hoyer. You could tell me he was on the Rams for three seasons and I'd probably just nod and smile.

3. Minnesota Vikings: Adrian Peterson is an obvious unlikable player (though his punishment from the NFL was an example of Roger Goodell exacting loud justice to make up for his previously lax justice with regards to Ray Rice), but aside from that, there's a lot to like. Teddy Bridgewater is fun because, as a black quarterback who happens to be a slow runner, some people are irrationally confused by him (never forget). Stefon Diggs is going to be a really fun player for years to come. The team is largely anonymous but this adds to their appeal. Also, they're an oft-tortured fanbase. But man, I hate that horn..

2. Denver Broncos: I'm really sick of this revisionist hatred of Peyton Manning. What's the logic of this, Snarky and Cynical Sports Internet? That he does a lot of commercials (are they preempting commercials you'd prefer to watch instead)? That he probably votes Republican (his main historic rival is a DONALD TRUMP supporter and Peyton probably supports Ted Cruz or something but the point is NOT TRUMP)? That in 2016, I can throw the ball harder than he can? This only adds to his appeal. How hilarious would it be if arguably the greatest quarterback in NFL history, notorious for sucking in the playoffs, won a Super Bowl with a throwing velocity somewhere in the vicinity of 1880s Federal League pitcher?

1. Carolina Panthers: Did you know people still hate Cam Newton? How weird is that? It was one thing to root against him in college, when his possibly accepting money from boosters is against the rules, whether you like the rules or not. But look at what he is now. He's more hated nationally than Ben Roethlisberger, somehow. He's a dual threat quarterback but he's huge, so he's far less susceptible to the injury risks normal about dual threat quarterbacks. And he led his team to a 15-1 season with his best wide receiver being TED GINN. Also, there's "Third Leg" Greg Olsen. There's  owner Jerry Richardson, a fierce advocate for the NFL in St. Louis. There's Luke Kuechly. There's the fact that if this 15-1 team wins the Super Bowl, they will have equaled the '85 Bears, and by definition, you have to put them in the same group. And Michael Wilbon will freeeeeeeeak out about this. Go Panthers.