And Some Diamonds Might be Nice Too: Mariah's Relentless Christmas Song

You may not know this, but there are really only 8 different Christmas songs and they’ve all been covered approximately 1 million times each. 

There are 2 different genres of Christmas music. There’s the “Christmas is so awesome!” (think “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”) genre and “Oh crap that’s right the holiday is about Jesus, time to act somber” (think “Silent Night”) genre. Songs like “Joy to the World” are outliers because they’re festive AND try to care more about Jesus than the new Sony flat screen under the tree. Whoever wrote “Joy to the World” is an overachiever.

Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” definitely falls in the festive category. You don’t even have to listen to the song; you just have to look at Carey to know she’s more likely to kiss Santa Claus than buy some frankincense at the local Bloomingdale’s.

If you have to access to a radio, then you know that “All I Want for Christmas is You” has been a holiday staple since it debuted in 1994, when Carey was at the height of her powers. Sure she’s had some hits this decade and stayed in the public eye after marrying the little drummer boy from Drumline, but this song guarantees that for about 5 weeks a year, Carey will be raking in cash and staying relevant until she dies.

There’s nothing wrong with the song, per se. I suppose for Christmas songs it’s decent, but the fact that it is literally inescapable is the infuriating thing.* For me, the opening bell rings don’t signal 4 minutes of yuletide fun, but a harbinger of over saturated Christmas doom.

*Case in point: my car is a piece of crap and I can’t listen to the radio because something went wrong with the speakers; and even I have heard the song at least 20 times the last 2 weeks. 

So, what makes this song so popular? It’s actually probably just because it was released at a time when people still bought CDs, so everyone bought it. And, again, there are 8 different Christmas songs and nobody wants to cover this Mariah song. Instead we just try to one-up a dead Nat King Cole; I’m looking at you, Michael Bubble (spelling mine). So Mariah is, relative to her contemporaries, original.

I decided that I’m going to forgo my usual holiday post, the one where I write about stuff about that holiday that bugs me**, and take a look at the lyrics for “All I Want for Christmas is You” to see if I’m missing any magic or something.

** People that write “CHRISTmas,” people that get offended when you say “Merry Christmas,” being less excited about opening presents because you’re old, perfectly good baked goods that are ruined by walnuts, “Feliz Navidad,” David Stern unleashing his totalitarian wrath on the Lakers and making me dread the first game, people joking we’re celebrating the birth of Tim Tebow (it stopped being funny after about 10 minutes)

In case you are one of the blessed few that hasn’t heard this song, here’s a home video quality music video where Mariah plays in the snow with a grabby, probably homeless Santa. Enjoy:

“I don't want a lot for Christmas”

Funny, because that’s what small children in Africa say, too. Amazing that impoverished third world children share the same desires as multi-millionaire recording artists. Of course, they usually follow the phrase with “but some clean water might be nice,” but please, continue.

“There is just one thing I need”

 Man, don’t you hate it when your botox wears off?

“I don't care about the presents / Underneath the Christmas tree”

 Yeah, um, no, that’s a lie. Every guy knows that when they ask their girlfriend or wife what she wants for Christmas and replies with “oh nothing, just spending time with you,” they’re lying. If you show up empty handed to present opening and say “I didn’t get you anything, you said you didn’t want anything,” it’s going to be a cold Christmas night on the couch.

Imagine in the Carey household, Nick Cannon doesn’t so much as get her a signed copy of The Nick Cannon Show DVDs or a lock of Piers Morgan’s hair; she would be pissed! She would be one butterfly that he isn’t catching for at least a week.

I think if we take this lyric literally, Mariah is being completely honest in that she doesn’t give a crap about the presents under the tree. But that’s because Nick better have bought her a Bentley that doesn’t fit under the tree.

“I just want you for my own”

“Sure, of course baby” – Nick Cannon

/sweating

 “More than you could ever know”

 I might be reading into it too much, but this sounds like a threat.

 “Make my wish come true / All I want for Christmas / Is you”

(to the tune) “And some diamonds might be / nice too”

“I don't need to hang my stocking / There upon the fireplace”

 Because that’s what poor people do.

 “Santa Claus won't make me happy / With a toy on Christmas Day”

 Unless the toy is a new handbag. Then yeah, Santa Claus would totally make me happy.

 “Oh I won't ask for much this Christmas / I won't even wish for snow”

  

Guys, is this what it has come to? We can’t just buy all sorts of crap, but now we have to command the weather. “Um, gee I hate to bother you God, but you think you can make it snow? Yeah I bought my girlfriend a pony except it’s going to waste unless it’s snowing when I give it to her. It would be great if it could be 70 degrees too, she hates the cold.”

Thanks babe, I won’t worry about trying to deliver a magical snowy morning.

“And I'm just gonna keep on waiting / Underneath the mistletoe”

 That’s good, keep practicing. Few more years of collagen and your lips will be permanently puckered.

“I won't make a list and send it / To the North Pole for Saint Nick”

Dear Santa, I’ve been real good this year. Like you asked, I haven’t made a sequel to Glitter. All I want for Christmas is (you) for my Christmas album to start playing in mid-November. I know you previously said that making the Christmas season longer would dilute the specialness of Christmas, but I want to spread joy to the masses. Also, can you prevent Burl Ives’ birth? He’s stealing my airplay. Love, Mariah.

“Oh all the lights are shining / So brightly everywhere / And the sound of children's / Laughter fills the air”

That is, she hears the children laughing when she sees them for the designated 15 minutes per day before the nanny resumes child-raising duties. Man, twins must be hard.

“And everyone is singing / I hear those sleigh bells ringing” 

I think that’s just the band trying to play you off, but sure.

   
“Santa won't you bring me the one I really need? Won't you please bring my baby to me?”

Wait, when did this song turn into the plot for Planes, Trains and Automobiles: Female Perspective. Sorry Mariah, but if your baby isn’t home for the holidays, he’s probably just not that into. I guess you should have shed that baby weight earlier.

And when did Santa become Special-Ops? So the guy is in charge of reading letters from kids around the world, judging their gift receiving merits, employing elves to work in his sweat – er – workshop, training reindeer to fly, and NOW he has to find the guy you hooked up with at the 1996 American Music Awards after party because you’re lonely on Christmas? If I was Santa I would’ve retired long ago.

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The song basically just repeats itself the rest of way and I didn’t want to listen to anymore, lest my ears bleed.

It’s an admittedly catchy tune and it will admittedly be stuck in my head for the rest of the day since I just listened to it about 5 times. As far as Christmas songs go, it’s not that bad.

My hypothesis is that this song’s success is primarily because it isn’t boring. It isn’t Nat King Cole or Elvis or that crap that Generation X’ers grew up to listening to because that’s what they’re parents listened to. It is a hip song, relatively. Though that’s a ridiculous thing to say but when you’re competing with “Frosty the Snowman,” it isn’t exactly saying much.

Whether you love or loathe this song, try to remember the most important part of Christmas this year. No, not spending time with family, but the start of the NBA season. Even if you’re a Lakers fan, take solace knowing all the Clippers fans will dissipate quickly when Blake Griffin concusses himself on the rim.

Have a merry Christmas and I will probably be back next week for something New Years related. 

Meh, she can't be worse than Metta World Peace

My Impersonation of a Yelp Reviewer

It was a blustery Friday evening as we pulled into the parking lot of a new hamburger restaurant that just opened up in the local strip mall. I sometimes enjoy the freshness a cool breeze provides. Wind, like water (and fire), gives me a sense of renewal and purity, something I feel I lose touch with after spending the better part of the day searching for lost Jenna Jameson footage on my computer. But now, with the rain (or was it wind?), I feel at peace with my inner being. My yin has been yanged. My Confucius has been sayed. My pallet is cleansed and ready for my meal, and my readers on this highly trafficked website are eager to read my astute points of view of this new establishment when they need a break from searching for “legal asian teens.”

I should also mention earlier in the evening I talked to my mom on the phone. These conversations always delight me. After such conversations, I feel cleansed and ready to review restaurants. She asked how I was doing. I said “fine.” She asked if I was still with that one nice girl she liked. I said “yes.” She said she had to go because Wheel of Fortune was coming on. I said “Ok.” Then she hung up. What insight my mother has!

Now, I know you, fine and diligent Yelp reader, have a great appetite for internet literature and could read my musings for hours and not care less if you ever read any discernable opinions about the restaurant I visited. Ay, I know ye. But, as you have an appetite for my prose, I have an appetite to share my recordings of this establishment.

As previously stated, the wind was calm when arriving to the parking lot. My heart was dismayed when I could not find a valet anywhere. Am I to just park my orange ’95 Civic just anywhere? Amongst commoners? Oh, dear reader, please do not be too alarmed; you will be pleased to know my Civic, which I’ve named Betsy, was quite alright.

Now, after selecting a spot for my auto (which was quite difficult, because a tornado had passed through just 15 minutes, nay, 10 minutes prior, strewing refuse about) on this beautiful day in which no tornados passed through, I, being the gentlemen I am, opened the door for my lady…or at least I would have if one existed. Perchance, loyal followers, one of you is single?

Oh foolish heart! I apologize readers; you are probably too enthralled with this review to succumb to passions of the heart and loins. Such trivialities should not interfere with the tenuous business at hand!

After struggling against the hurricane-force winds, I finally reach the door of the establishment. And, might I say, my visceral reactions before entering were challenged.

The décor, upon entering, was so obviously modeled in the Norweigian architecture movement of the 1810s, a movement spearheaded by Henrik Ibsen, Ingmar Bergman, and Teemu Selanne, 3 of history’s most esteemed Norwegians. The ornate interior was highlighted by a giant, pastel castle. Oddly, the area surrounding the castle was inhabited primarily by children. Foul beasts, them all.

Prior to ordering my meal, I decide to relieve myself in the restroom. My disappointment upon entering must have been palpable for the other guests. The dank room reeked of, if I’m being polite, human waste, which was somewhat tempered by a Glade Plug-in (lavender, if memory serves). After doing my business, I was dismayed that rather than the Dyson Airblade*, there was another similar yet woefully ineffective hand dryer. Despite standing at the mechanism for 30 seconds, the lukewarm air emanating from the device did little to dry my hands. Minus one star for that alone. Exiting the latrine, I noticed on a sign-in sheet that it had been last cleaned 6 hours prior by a gentlemen named Marco (who I presumed is the maître d).

*Breaking character for a moment….those things are effing awesome.

I return from the rest facility and sit down at my table, which I had to scout out for myself because Marco was nowhere to be found. When no waitress came to ask for my order, I walked to the front of the room to ask why I had not been seated or served.

A young girl with an exotic name, Samantha I believe, said she was sorry with a puzzled look and said she could take my order here.

“Standing up?!” I exclaim in a horrified manner. But, I am one for avant-garde dining experiences, so maybe this facility will start the newest dining trend. I make my purchase and receive my food (in record time!) and proceed back to my table, which an ethnic looking women in possession of a baby stroller has since taken. I do not bother with the nomad and decide to find my own table.

Now, dear reader, we must briefly part ways. Imagine that now I am eating my meal, consisting of a cheeseburger and golden potato sticks Samantha called “french fries.” I’m not sure how the French would feel about such food, but I figure that now, while I eat, you would read this monologue from Shakespeare’s As You Like It, set in France:

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

Oh Jacques, what a character. Methinks he would make for an excellent Yelp critic.

After eating my meal, I must say I was quite disappointed. For the astounding sum of $5, it is fair for a man to assume a lavish, 3-course meal. Alas, dear reader, it appears that I have been taken advantage of by the money-making beast. Gone are the days when restaurants would welcome weary travelers with open arms and provide them a satisfying meal for a reasonable fare.

The cheeseburger had all the essentials of a cheeseburger. It was indeed all there. Patty, ketchup, cheese, bun, pickles, onions.

Aren’t you glad you read on? Where else can you get such insight?

The French fries were salted and fried.

I promise you, I did not steal such findings from other reviewers. Nay, they likely will steal these discoveries from me.

Despite my meal having all the proper components I paid for, I still have this nagging desire to complain. I mean, colleagues have told me the sum I paid is pretty standard for what I received. But I’m going to deduct a star anyway because of the (DON’T FORGET TO INSERT BIG WORD).

The food was good, about what I expected, but still….minus 1 star.

After also deducting stars for the latrine situation and the lack of valet parking, that leaves 1 star. But, I must admit I was impressed by the whimsical decoration. So, I must add half a star. All told, my final tally for the restaurant was 1.5/5 stars.

As I strolled outside into the heavy snowfall, I began to ponder if eating out was even worth it. I mean, if I find so many things I don’t enjoy about the experience, why bother? But then I remembered: I have thousands of colleagues on Yelp that loathe everywhere they eat just as much as I do. It is our job, nay, our DUTY to report everything we hate about restaurants, even if they are trivial things nobody really cares about.

I sat in my Civic a long while on that 75 degree evening, thinking about my role in this life. I took out my official Yelp Reviewer identification card and recited the Yelp motto over and over again to myself: “Bitch Just to Bitch.” I felt better, knowing I was doing a great deed for mankind.

As I exited the parking lot, I wondered what my next dining adventure would be. Needless to say, I don’t think I will be going back to McDonald’s again.

Sincerely,

Adam T.

California State Dominguez Hills

Class of 2013, Political Science

East Coast Sports Fans: Why They Suck Just as Much as the Rest of us

The other day I was on Facebook engaging in my usual early afternoon time wasting. I can’t remember the initial post, but a Facebook friend posted something NFL related and the thread turned into several of us making fun of the sudden rise in Packers and Steelers “fans,” especially in the LA area. One of his Facebook friends, in an intentionally smug way, made a comment to the effect of how that is business as usual for Southern California sports fans.

And while I’m not this guy’s friend, I remembered his name from past exchanges and recalled he is a Yankees fan (In his profile picture, he’s also wearing a Yankees hat. I know, I’m a regular ol’ Sherlock). I also recalled that whenever I see this guy comment, he likes to mention how Southern CA sports fans lack “passion,” presumably because we don’t get a hard on every time a our team’s closer walks onto the field and our overrated shortstop makes a jump throw.

Spoiler alert: he throws it into right field

This stereotype is an epidemic in the sports world, a stereotype that ESPN helps perpetuate. Basically, the myth states that unless you are from an east coast region* you are a lousy sports fan. It’s a self-congratulatory circle jerk that is widely accepted without any real evidence.

* It mostly pertains to New York, Boston, Philadelphia. Miami is on the east coast, but nobody would confuse it with a good sports town. Have you seen how many people go to Marlins games?

The schadenfreude that fans across the country lap up whenever the Yankees or Red Sox lose has little to do with our hate for Yankee/Red Sox entity; most of it has to do with our disdain for the obnoxious fans of those teams. I don’t hate anyone on the Yankees. They have many great players that I respect. But I do hate when their fans hold Yankee dominance over fans of other teams and then have the gall to say they are more passionate fans when their Jeter jersey still has the tag on it.

The classic myth is that East Coast sports fans are more loyal than fans of other teams across the country and show undying support for their teams. However, if one were to look at something as simple as attendance for Yankees games or TV ratings for Red Sox games, we would discover that the myth is simply untrue.

You’ll probably hear east coast fans say inane things like “oh we always sell out our stadium and even if there is an asteroid headed straight for home plate we would stay” (even though for a rainy playoff games between the Yankees and Tigers this October I saw plenty of empty seats, but ok whatever). Northeast fans love to boast their undying support of their teams. But many of these fans are new generation fans that seem to think loyalty is simply knowing all the lyrics to “Empire State of Mind” or a Dropkick Murphys song or going to that one bar once on Yawkey Way.

Much of Yankees fandom is based in counting. 27 World Series titles since 1923 is a ridiculous ratio. Who wouldn’t want to cheer for a team that wins 1 World Series every 4 years? Have you seen those T-shirts Yankees fans wear that say “Got Rings?” on the front? The obnoxious punch line is on the back of the shirt, with a picture of 27 championship rings. Spike Lee wears a hat that lists the years of all the Yankees championships, which is ironic and amusing when you consider that Lee, who has dedicated his filmmaking to progressing black ideals and unabashedly depicting black culture for a wider audience, is wearing a hat celebrating 10 World Series championships that occurred before Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier. But hey, all in the name of addition. 

Gross, right? Don't you just want to punch the invisible person wearing this?

Lost in the arithmetic of Yankee accomplishments is the fact that Yankee fans will abandon their team.

The truth is that every fan base, regardless of location, will be only as loyal as their team is successful. Granted, if the Yankees became a last place team their attendance wouldn’t fall to Marlins-type lows. But much of that is because the Yankees are more brand name than baseball team. Their hats are cool/fashionable, their pinstripes classic, and they have a rich history which they will happily exploit. Yet, we don’t have to go far into the past to see the effects a winning Yankees team has on attendance.

From 1989-1992, the Yankees were, indeed, marvelously mediocre and in some cases, just plain bad. The low point came in 1990, when the vaunted Yankees lost 95 games while trotting out guys like the immortal Alvaro Espinoza.** That season, the Yankees ranked 9^th (out of 14) in American League attendance.  Predictably, following such a dismal season, in 1991 the 91-loss Yankees ranked 11^th in attendance.***

** Don Mattingly posted a Jeff Mathis-ian -0.6 WAR.

*** It’s also important to remember that Yankee Stadium held significantly more fans than many other stadiums. After 1970s stadium renovations, The House That Ruth Built While Not Facing Black People could seat about 55,000, about 10,000 more than the current Angel Stadium incarnation. So despite the Red Sox selling out each home game this past season, they only rank 4^th in AL attendance because Fenway only seats about 37,000.

In 1992, another poor team resulted in poor attendance (11/14). It wasn’t until 1993 did Yankee attendance reach respectable levels: 5^th in the American League. What changed between 1992 and 1993? Try 12 more wins and a 2^nd place finish in the AL East.

The Yankees didn’t become the perception of the Yankees until later in the 90s. In 1996, The Yankees won their first World Series since the 70s and pulled in 2.5 million fans. 5 years later, when the Yankees battled for a 4^th straight World Series championship, they pulled in 3.2 million fans. The evolution was complete; in 10 seasons, the Yankees went from 11^th in AL attendance to 2^nd and the only difference was Derek Jeter, 

Mariano Rivera, and 4 World Series championships.

Contrast the Yankees with the Dodgers. Being an Angels fan, I also hate the Dodgers, but they provide for good analysis when comparing the Yankees. The Dodgers are essentially the West Coast version of the Yankees; sexy brand name, rich tradition, New York roots, wide appeal, big market, and above average stadium capacity (currently about 56,000).

Since the Dodgers moved to Los Angeles in 1958, the lowest they’ve ranked in National League attendance was 7^th (out of 16) in 2000, a curious year since they had a pretty good club that won 86 games. Also in that span, the Dodgers have finished tops in National League attendance an astounding 28 times.

And like the Yankees, the Dodgers also bottomed out performance-wise in the early 90s. In 1992, the team lost 99 games, yet still finished 2^nd in NL attendance. Usually after teams play like crap for a season, the attendance suffers the next season; yet, in 1993, the Dodgers actually drew 700,000 more fans, despite being only a .500 team (finished 3^rd in attendance).

Since 2000, the Dodgers have dominated NL attendance, finishing 1^st 5 times. And while the Dodgers have had good clubs, they haven’t been nearly as imposing as the Yankees in that time span (4 playoff appearances to 11 for the Yankees), including losing seasons in 2005 and 2010.

The Dodgers saw a dip in attendance this past season; 10,000 fans less per game than in 2009. Much, if not all of that, was due to Frank McCourt’s mismanagement. The love for the Dodgers was still palpable, but it was hard for Dodgers fans to support the owner. The lagging attendance served as a form of protest. With McCourt and his divorce proceedings, paying fans didn’t want to spend their money if they weren’t certain the money would be invested back into the team.

Now that McCourt is being forced to sell the team, expect the Dodgers to rival the Yankees for attendance despite the lesser product on the field. 

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The Red Sox aren’t impervious to the bandwagon phenomenon either, despite selling out over 700 consecutive games, a streak that dates back to May 2003. While the media and Red Sox nation loves to focus on the streak (and it is admittedly impressive), I wonder, what changed? If the Sox have such great fans, why doesn’t this streak date back a few millennia? Why doesn’t Moses boast in Genesis about seeing the Sox crush the Mount Sinai Tablets in front of a packed house?

Like the Yankees, the Red Sox started drawing better because they became a powerhouse. Since 2003, the Red Sox have only missed the postseason 3 times, thanks to a payroll that has grown from $100 million to $161 million. The Red Sox consistently attract top dollar free agents, a figure that undoubtedly draws fans that love watching star power.

Additionally, as previously mentioned, the Red Sox have one of the smallest ballparks in baseball. While it’s still difficult to fill up a park that holds 37,000 every night, it’s a lot easier when the team is actually, you know, good. The lack of seats during the past decade has created an increase of demand that works magic when teamed with the low supply. Bandwagoners from all over the country want to come see the Red Sox after their “curse” was broken in 2004. Red Sox brass also wisely kept Fenway Park on the public’s mind when installing seats above the Green Monster in left field, seats that are wildly popular due to their short supply and the novelty of sitting atop the ballpark’s most famous feature. Even if you aren’t able to get tickets to sit on the Monster, many fans were likely drawn in 2004 to simply see the seats. The World Series victory in 2004 did the rest of the leg work to draw attendance.

It also helps Fenway’s case that the park is essentially a tourist spot for baseball fans that visit Boston (the park, opened in 1912, is the oldest park in MLB; it’s a safe bet the Sox will sell out every game next year as ownership pimps out the 100^th anniversary angle). I hate the Red Sox, but I love baseball. And since I’ve been told since I was 5 that Fenway Park is cool, I’ve wanted to go, regardless of the two teams playing. Like Wrigley Field in Chicago, the media and fans romanticize the stadiums, even if it is more for nostalgic purposes than ballpark quality. It’s a self-perpetuating phenomenon that generates attendance in and of itself, regardless of team success. Even if the Red Sox stopped playing well, they will likely be one of MLB’s most desired tickets simply because of the park they play in. It has little to do with how “good” their fans are.

No really Red Sox Nation, you can keep them

 However, there is one place where a declining Red Sox team is visible: TV ratings. In 2010, the Red Sox failed to finish in the top 5 for MLB team ratings for the first time in 5 years, according to Sports Media Watch.**** The Sox ratings fell 38% from 2009 to an average 5.87 rating even though the team only won 6 fewer games. The win difference, however, was enough for the Red Sox to struggle to keep pace with the Tampa Bay Rays and the Yankees throughout the season. It was also enough, apparently, to cause disinterest among fans not going to games.

****The top 5: Cardinals, Twins, Phillies, Reds, Rays. All of them (except Philly) play in middling media markets and all of them (except the Cardinals, who were still good) made the playoffs. Also, notice anyone that didn’t make the list despite making the playoffs? The Yankees.

In a 2010 ESPN blog post, Rob Neyer theorized that the declining ratings can be attributed to several factors. One he cites was a deep playoff run for the Celtics; I don’t buy this because the Celtics won the NBA title in 2008 and the Red Sox still topped MLB in TV ratings (2008 – also the year after the Red Sox won their 2^nd World Series of the decade…just saying). The other two factors Neyer cites are the struggling team as well as a boring offseason after the 2009 season, one in which the Red Sox’ big ticket acquisitions were Adrian Belte and John Lackey (lolololololololololololololol). The two were considered good players (Lackey was at the time, anyway), but hardly stars. 

Spoiler alert: it's a home run

Are Red Sox fans really that shallow? Unless their team is winning 95 games and spending $200 million every offseason they won’t be as interested in the team? Hmm, sounds like every other fan base.

Unless specified, it's safe to assume all factoids were taken from Baseball-Reference.

Apples ARE Better Than Rocks: My Hallowen Party Banished List

No plans this weekend? No problem! I’m throwing my first ever Halloween party, and you are likely invited. I say likely because, as long as you don’t fit the below criteria, you are more than welcome. Costumes are encouraged but not mandatory.

(Full disclosure: I’m plagiarizing this idea from myself)

Now, for those banned from my party:

The No’s

Apple People

By apple people, I refer to those homes that dole (fruit reference) out apples and healthy options instead of candy for trick or treating kids. Never mind the obvious problems associated with an early 20s man complaining about the current state of trick or treating but please, indulge me.

Apple People are below Juice Box People but still above Turn Off The Lights And Pretend We’re Not Home Even Though The Neighborhood Can Clearly See The TV Glow Through The Curtains People (unless you are court ordered against doing so, at least leave a candy tray outside*) on the trick or treating hierarchy.

* Tray People are the direct opposite of Apple People because they are every kid’s favorite candy destination. Unless they also have the sign attached to the candy tray that says “Take Only 1 Piece Please,” like they are the morality police. Whatever lady, I was here first, it’s my candy. Tough luck for Spiderman and Harry Potter, they can wait their turn. **Did I mention I’m a college graduate?

** Costume idea for this year: Paula Deen. All you do is eat baked potatoes with extra cheese, sour cream, chives (for fiber), bacon, and, oh, why not chili. Then fry it. And put it in a cake. Do that for a solid month before Halloween; then on the big day, coat your skin in extra-salted Land O’Lakes and you’re good to go (Paula Deen is the OG of Epic Meal Time).

More impressive: the structure or that Paula hasn't eaten it yet?

I assume that Apple People are primarily older community members that genuinely think apples are a treat because during the Depression their apple tree in the backyard sustained life for 4 years. But to kids now, apples are nothing more than the side option you never get with your Happy Meal.

Yet, some Apple People are the minivan moms that want to ensure that their kids have enough energy for soccer practice. “Gee, thanks Mrs. P, but if I wanted an apple and a Kashi bar, I’d just go live at a homeless shelter. I’m totally throwing this at your Honda Odyssey later.”

Give the kid a Snickers and be done with it. Our youth are all headed for diabetes anyway.

William Shatner Look-alikes

Better safe than sorry. (Pardon the German dubbing, though it might make the dialogue better.)

Paranormal Activity sequels

Just when the Saw franchise is ending, we have another Halloween movie franchise tradition. Like the original Saw, the first Paranormal Activity was low-budgeted yet inspired. Overall, just good, suspenseful filmmaking. Then another one came out. And another. Before you know it there will be a 3-D version where you can almost touch the filmmakers mailing it in.

I saw the first one in theaters after all the initial hype, so I went in knowing what to expect and didn’t find it “piss my pants scary” like some claimed. But I still enjoyed it and was riveted for the duration. Much of its success (for me anyway) though, was predicated on being fresh and proving that you don’t need a ton of money to make a great genre film (like Clerks). But I can’t force myself to sit through sequels that undoubtedly have higher budgets, resulting in a lost charm of sorts.

And while the original didn’t terrify me, I was still admittedly scared at some parts. But I imagine much of that is lost with the sequels. How often can a swinging door or malfunctioning TV be scary, ya know?

The X Factor

If Simon Cowell’s t-shirts were any tighter, they might squeeze out his buried career past, the one where he endorsed such prestigious acts as the Teletubbies and Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. And Ruben Studdard.

“Sexy” Costumes

One of Halloween’s clichés is that it gives girls a chance to justify slutting it up once a year. And it’s a totally valid cliché, because all girls dress like sluts. But I’m not here to complain about THAT. Many of the costumes are indeed effective. Sexy pirate? Sure, why not. Sexy zombie? I imagine it’s like hooking up with a Quaalude-induced Lindsay Lohan, but ok.*** Sexy librarian? If you have a thing for glasses (me) and pretending to be knowledgeable about literature (me again), yep.

***If Hugh Hefner is showing any signs of aging, the most notable one is that Lohan is going to be in “Playboy.” Shudder.

But the slutty costumes that disturb me are things like Sexy Nun and Sexy Nurse (there’s something psychological to be said that these tropes are found attractive by men, especially when they are figures that aid those in need of healing, be it spiritual or physical; there’s a college paper idea if you need one Anonymous College Student follower of mine).

Maybe since I don’t go to the doctor’s office enough I haven’t had enough time to develop the proper fantasy regarding nurses (zombie outbreak outside, only you and the nurse who for some reason looks exactly like Brooklyn Decker remain, Earth needs more people, yada yada yada annnnnnnnnd SCENE!), but my interaction with them is always nothing more than awkward pleasantries which are more awkward because she is currently looking at my entire medical history (but if an asthmatic childhood is her thing, then we might be on to something). Also, because I know nothing about medical practices, I always have a mini freak out before I get a shot or have blood drawn because I’m worried the nurse forgot to flick the needle. Would that even kill me if she didn’t? Probably not. Furthermore, they’re never wearing sexy nurse skirts, but dull blue scrubs, which sucks the life out of those that just look at them. 

Even the zombies don't want her for her brains

 And nuns remind me of old ladies. If you were dating a nun, your night would most likely consist of BINGO and apple sauce spooning. The most attractive nun I can think of is Julie Andrews from The Sound of Music, and she’s just ok. Plus, she played a maid in Mary Poppins, another sexy Halloween trope.****

**** Although a spoon full of sugar might be different from a sexy maid, AMIRITE?!  No? Ok, let’s move on.

The last one I’ll mention is Sexy School Girl, which is really just legalized To Catch a Predator. Men are weird.

Egg Throwers

Good luck on the GED test next week.

Large Rabbits

Better safe than sorry.

Jack-o-Lanterns

An odd tradition. With no other vegetation do we feel the need to gut and carve funny faces into. Also a lot of work for something that’s going to rot in 48 hours (or smashed on your lawn by people that should be studying for the GED). And why do carved pumpkins only have a couple teeth? I realize for pumpkins in Arkansas this is perfectly accurate, but why can’t California pumpkins be blessed with a nice set of pearly oranges? It’s a terrifying and racist trend to assume that all pumpkins lack proper dental hygiene. 

Just because I think it's funny

For the artistically uninclined, carving pumpkins is just another tradition that proves how inept you are at crafts. For kids that sucked at art (like me), any holiday is a drag. And the teachers always treat it like it’s some sort of learning disability. Yeah, so what if I can’t make an effing snowflake, I’ve NEVER BEEN IN THE SNOW, LADY, it’s Los Angeles; also, these paper snowflakes are probably a million times larger than a regular snowflake; get your scale straight Miss Hoover.

Having kids make crafts is a lot of pressure. The girls love it because then they get to bedazzle the hell out of their projects with the glitter buried deep in their Nordstrom’s pencil box (the perils of going to private school). Some of the boys like it, but it’s always the ones that play tether ball and are probably way too good at it. But for me and the rest of my ilk, it’s brutal. “Now class, make something nice for your mom for Mother’s Day.” And as you’re making your paper mache heart that looks more like something out of Gray’s Anatomy (the book) than you intended, you realize it’s an atrocity but like hell if you’re starting over because you don’t want to do it anyway and really your only alternative is drawing a dog that is simply a circle with 4 lines sticking out of it and a happy face while Wendy (she’s such a bitch) is doing her best Van Gogh impression that took her about 7 minutes while you’re still stuck on the circle and the collapsed paper mache heart and then the teacher walks by and forces out her best “Oh…nice job Andrew, your mom is going to love it” even though you know she’s lying but you have to endure and finish the craft (the word “craft” always bothered me too) because you are still too young and stupid to realize that completing assignments in elementary school is more or less pointless.

So yeah, no pumpkins.

YEEHAW!

Mike Napoli celebrating a home run with Adrian Beltre and Mitch Moreland

ST. LOUIS, Missouri (AP) -- Texas Rangers catcher Mike Napoli hit 4 home runs, including the game winning Grand Slam in the 9^th inning, to lead the Rangers to their first World Series Championship over the St. Louis Cardinals in Game 7 with a 9-8 victory.

The Cardinals were one strike away from claiming their first title since 2006. In the top of the 9^th, Napoli hit a 3-2 “fastball” off of Tony La Russa to deep centerfield. Estimations have listed that the ball traveled 800 feet.

When asked to comment on the prodigious home run, Cardinals hitting coach Mark McGwire said “Meh. Try doing that when you have acne covering your back. Not comfortable.”

“It’s the greatest feeling in the world,” said an exuberant Napoli. “Ya know, last year I never thought I would be in a position to use my talents and help my team win a World Series. It really helped this year getting a chance to play.”

Napoli was referring to his 2010 season with the Los Angeles Angels, where he was often benched in favor of Jeff Mathis, who suffers from a rare and serious condition in which he falls into a coma for 3 hours at a time, usually from April-September starting around 7:05pm each night.

“I just want to thank the Rangers for acquiring me last winter…and also my neck beard. Yeah, I mostly want to thank my neck beard,” said Napoli just before cracking open a Pabst Blue Ribbon and shooting an elk with his hunting rifle, a longstanding tradition for Texas teams celebrating a championship.

Cardinals manager Tony La Russa put himself into a bind in this game with an odd choice of strategy. To try to combat Napoli’s torrid production in the series, La Russa decided he would use his patented bullpen wizardry against the Texas slugger by inserting a new relief pitcher into the game for each pitch.

“I thought this tactic might really confuse Napoli. He’s just such a great hitter that you want to try to keep him off-balance as much as possible,” said La Russa. “Unfortunately he fouled off 10 pitches in the 1st inning, so that really put us in a tough spot.”

With the Cardinals in desperate need of pitching, La Russa decided to insert himself into the game. In what appeared to be a stroke of luck for the Cardinals, former Tampa Bay ace Scott Kazmir was in St. Louis for an Insurance Salesmen Convention. Reports swirled before the game that Scott Kazmir, the former Tampa Bay ace, would be signed to a 1 day contract to pitch for the Cardinals in case they ran out of pitchers. However, La Russa and GM John Mozeliak agreed it was best to just let La Russa pitch if such a situation arose.

“I was a little disappointed,” said Kazmir via phone interview. “I think negotiations broke down during my bullpen session when I killed the Rally Squirrel. It was about 30 feet off the plate, so obviously way too close. Oh well, that’s baseball. By the way, are you covered in case of a flood?”

But the real story of the series was Napoli, the much-maligned catcher with the Angels that blossomed into a star this season with the Rangers, hitting .320 with a .414 on-base percentage and 30 home runs.

“He was berry, berry good,” said Cardinals superstar Albert Pujols, who may have played his last game as a Cardinal since he becomes a free agent in about a week. “I happy I not have to play him next year when I’m on the Cubs. Cubs are berry bad.”

After the Angels dealt Napoli to Toronto in exchange for Vernon Wells, the Blue Jays then sent Napoli to Texas for relief pitcher Frank Francisco.

“We’re thrilled Mike fell into our hands this offseason,” said Rangers CEO Nolan Ryan. “Lemme tell you a little story. See, Toronto didn’t want to trade him. They thought he could 40 home runs there. And I got to figgerin,’ we shouldn’t let an upstanding, white American rot in Canada. It ain’t proper. You been there? It’s terrible. There’s no Texas anywhere. So I sent some of George Dubyas secret service men to waterboard that Greek sumbitch, [Toronto GM] Alex Chickenpita, until he traded Mike to us.”

When asked if Texas missed Frank Francisco’s contributions, Ryan asked “Who the hell is Frank Francisco?”

Former Angels GM Tony Reagins, the man responsible for initially trading away Napoli, declined comment for this story, citing that he needed to be one of the first 100 customers at a Del Taco grand opening in Tustin so that he would receive free Macho burritos for a year.

Angels manager Mike Scioscia was reached for a phone interview and had this statement: “I tip my cap to Mike; I’m very proud of what he did this year. It was clear that when he went to Texas, he began heeding me advice by taking everything one game at a time. I’m also glad to see he worked on his CERA [Catcher’s ERA] skills, because those are clearly the most important skills for a catcher. Pitcher’s are irrelevant to outcomes. Also – oh hold on a second – Jeff! Jeffy! How many times do I have to tell you? If you’re going to walk around the house in lingerie, make sure it’s the one I like. You know, the one with the chest protector and shin guards – oh crap you didn’t hear that did you?”

“It’s all about making the best of your opportunities,” said Napoli. “Sometimes, a fresh environment is all someone needs to succeed. And cocaine. Like, seriously, you wouldn’t believe how much coke [centerfielder Josh Hamilton] and [manager Ron Washington] provide. You can stay up all night taking batting practice with just a few lines.”

Napoli was named World Series MVP. Among the 34 World Series records he set in the Fall Classic, two of the more notable records were his 1.000 on-base percentage and 13 home runs.

Meanwhile, Vernon Wells is still under contract through 2014.

Netflix Customers: A Rant Against the Ranters

In July 2011, Netflix, the internet-based DVD delivery/online streaming service largely responsible for crushing Blockbuster, announced there would be a price hike up to 60% for some subscribers. Many of the company’s 25 million subscribers cancelled their membership in protest, causing a PR disaster and Netflix’s stock to plummet at the time. In September, CEO Reed Hastings sent an email to subscribers apologizing for the price increase; but rather than cancelling the increase, Hastings announced Netflix would be split into two companies for efficiency and customer satisfaction. Netflix would still remain as the streaming option, but Qwikster would be created for the DVD delivery service. After more public backlash, backlash citing confusion and inconvenience patronizing two separate cites, Netflix decided to abandon proceedings for the idea. What follows is a brief rant aimed at Netflix customers…

So Netflix raised prices. And? On what planet is it Netflix’s key responsibility to remain loyal to customers rather than make money?

Reed Hastings (a made-up surfer name if there ever was one) is not your friend, much like Steve Jobs was not your friend. The closest they come in contact with the general public is when their secretaries are under their desk. The American public thinks Reed’s job is to keep them happy. Wrong, Reed’s job is to keep the stockholders happy. If he doesn’t, the yacht he plans on buying is going to lose a level. If any of the people citing disloyalty and morality as their chief complaints were in Hastings’ position, they would take similar action to increase revenue, unless they are the ultimate moralists.*

*In which case, an ultimate moralist would never rise to CEO of a major corporation.

If he's going to be fired for anything, it should be because he's holding "A Sound of Thunder" disc and smiling at the same time

 

 I may sound like Mr. Capitalist and The Man, but I think I’m just being rational. So Netflix costs you $20/month instead of the previous $15/month now, right? Ok, think of how often you blow $5 in a month. “Super Size me? Yes please!” ($1). “Yeah I guess I’ll donate $1 to the children’s hospital even though I don’t want to but I don’t want to look like a bad person…stupid movie theater” ($2). “This gum has two flavors in one stick?! I must have!” ($3). “Meh, one more dance won’t hurt” ($45).

See, stuff like this happens every month. Netflix is trying to make money and survive as a company; we’re the ones being fast and loose with our spending money.

“But Andrew, it’s a tough economy!” cries the Greek choir I made up.

True, the economy sucks, but Netflix is also a great way to save money. If you’re a person that watches a decent amount of movies, then simply save them for Netflix release. So let’s say you’re going to see the new Ryan Gosling movie.** Unless you’re one of THOSE people that attends movies by yourself, that saves $20 right there, not to mention on snacks that we won’t be able to resist because the popcorn smell is intoxicating and Sour Patch Kids were ordained by God as his candy of choice (“Just 50 cents to upgrade to a medium container of sugar water? Sure, why not” ($45.50)). Even if you eliminate going to the movies one time a month, and save that movie for Netflix, the subscription already pays for itself. Now, do that 4 times per month, and Netflix starts to look like an amazing bargain even with the newly inflated price.

**You know, the one where he’s really attractive and the lead actress wants to disrobe whenever she sees him because, you know, he’s Gosling.

Insert inappropriate joke using "Gosling," "women," and "streaming"

  

And if the cost is still too steep, then drop the streaming option. The movies suck anyway. For every Up-caliber title you might find in the not-so-extensive library, you’re going to find 8 different Ernest Goes to Camp spin-offs (Ernest goes to Cerritos AutoSquare, anyone?). I get it, streaming movies to your TV is cool and new, but it’s still raw. And unless you’ll watch anything the TV tells you to watch, give Netflix some time to gather better licenses for their streaming product.

RIP Ernest

As for the Qwikster thing, yeah it was probably a bad idea.***It doesn’t make sense to take two services that were previously available on one website and split them up into two different websites, accounts, credit card charges, etc. But then again, what are we complaining about? Having 2 separate accounts?! On 2 websites?! How primitive!

***It’s also a stupid name. It sounds like something this creature would use to self-medicate.

It’s probable you have at least 10 (bare minimum; and yes, Mr. Skin counts) accounts and passwords floating around cyberspace (you were probably directed to this blog through Facebook (1 account), which to sign up for you need an email account (2 accounts)). What’s one more? And don’t give me this crap about confusion. Chances are, if you’re trying to stream movies through your Wii into your 56” Sony, you’re tech savvy enough to know what website is the streaming service and which one isn’t. If you can miraculously compartmentalize your different online credit card/bank accounts, Netflix will be a piece of cake.

I might sound like a corporate shill, but really, I’m just a person that sees no problems with Netflix’s actions the past 3 months. I get annoyed hearing the complainers that like complaining for the sake of complaining. I’d rather they raise prices and survive than keep prices stagnant and crumble. It’s a service I’ve used extensively for 3 years. It’s convenient, reliable, and the DVD selection is 2^nd to none.

I’ve read a lot of backlash from disgruntled former subscribers, exclaiming that Netflix will crumble amongst its own avarice. But this is only an exercise in naiveté. Let’s break this down simply: say Netflix has 25 million subscribers that pay $1/month, but now they pay $5/month. So Netflix’s earnings have increased from $25 million to $125 million per month. But then with the price changes, 1 million seething people cancel their subscriptions and declare that the public has won and Netflix will falter into nothingness bwahahahahahaha. Ok, so there’s 24 million subscribers paying $5/month still, meaning Netflix’s profits are $120 million, when they were initially $25 million before the price hikes. Netflix isn’t faltering like the doomsayers predicted; it’s thriving.    

Now, I’m no economist and that was a very simple thought experiment. But Netflix’s apologies and Hastings’ emails are nothing more than a PR stunt. So when Reed smokes a bowl with Sage, Sky, and his other surfer buddies in Malibu after a long day in the water, he isn’t lamenting his company’s downfall. Rather, he’s envisioning how big how many levels his yacht should have. And he for damn sure doesn’t care about his customers nor think of them in terms of anything other than money. I know I would do the same thing if I were in his position. And if you still think cancelling your subscription will be an ample form of protest, then Hastings would suggest you don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.