P-F11: Week 1 NCAA Results, It begins...
The kickoff. The alpha week. How did you do from the gitgo (how is that word in Websters)?
WEEK 1 SCORECARD:
Pickem-Football.com 2011 Week 1 NCAA Card (v1.0)
WEEK 1 LEADERBOARD:
Speaking of the beginning, I'm going to do a little soundtracking of the Pickem-Football 2011 season. I'm not sure where I'll go with it, or even if I'll stick with it, but this week's theme made me think of a story. For the proper Soundtracking P-F11 effect, hit play as you go along.
THE BEGINNING:
My seventh and eighth grade reading teacher, Ms. Probst, didn’t care much for me. I don’t know what her deal was, because I get along with – like – everybody. However, like most of us, Ms. Probst had a flaw. Her flaw was that she thought everyone was inherently good.
I too have a flaw. I like winning.
Ms. Probst headed up our Jr. High’s chapter of the Peer Support Group... whatever that is. I guess the group probably helped boost losers’ self-esteem, maybe it kept kids away from drugs, and it probably promoted us to all be nice to each other. For the most part though, grade schoolers are little budding a-holes that are unknowingly slotting into the chaste system they’ll be bound to once they get to high school. Some need a little support, I guess. You remember.
EL PRESIDENTE:
This section was going to be called "The Peer Support Group was stupid". At our Junior High we ate lunch outside, and the Peer Support Group got to eat lunch inside once a week. In Mandeville, Louisiana, that was a pretty big deal (if you don’t know, picture Houston with more humidity and ten times more bugs). I don’t have a whole lot of lunch memories from eighth grade, but I’ll always remember the look on Ms. Probst’s face when I walked in to that portable classroom building for the year’s first Peer Support Group meeting.
Priceless.
But when I got myself elected as Peer Support Group President, Ms. Probst looked like a very large part of her had died inside. A few of you reading this may have been part of the coup that voted me in.
Folks, that’s winning.
ON LOCK DOWN:
A trivial consequence of rotting the soul of my reviled reading teacher by assuming the powerful position of Peer Support Group President was the obligation to attend a few events. One was some conference in New Orleans. I don’t remember much about that except it was really boring and I went with three girls. The other obligation was to attend a lock-in at the high school. This too would have been completely forgettable if it weren’t for a friend I met.
For whatever reason, I think I was the only one ballsy enough to bring a radio. So, while others were peer supporting or whatever the hell people in this distinguished organization do (seriously, I still don’t know), my homies and I were jamming out to whatever tapes I had brought that day… probably UB40, Bobby Brown or INXS (I’m sure I left my Debbie Gibson at home).
Then something magical happened.
“DO YOU LIKE BASS OR TREBLE?”:
ME: Huh?
PEER: You know, bass is like boom-boom and treble is like chish-chish.
ME: Uhh. Never thought about it.
PEER: Check this out.
THE DOPEMAN:
That kid – whoever the heck he was, who knows why he was there, who even knows if he was even real – took a tape out of his pocket and put it in my radio. The tape he put in was N.W.A.’s Straight Outta Compton. Straight up game changer. Things have never been the same. Touché Ms. Probst. When you sent that angel of gangsta rap, you taught me a valuable lesson about winning, and you helped make me the man I am today. Thank you Peer Support Group!!
WEEK 1 SCORECARD:
Pickem-Football.com 2011 Week 1 NCAA Card (v1.0)
WEEK 1 LEADERBOARD:
Speaking of the beginning, I'm going to do a little soundtracking of the Pickem-Football 2011 season. I'm not sure where I'll go with it, or even if I'll stick with it, but this week's theme made me think of a story. For the proper Soundtracking P-F11 effect, hit play as you go along.
THE BEGINNING:
My seventh and eighth grade reading teacher, Ms. Probst, didn’t care much for me. I don’t know what her deal was, because I get along with – like – everybody. However, like most of us, Ms. Probst had a flaw. Her flaw was that she thought everyone was inherently good.
I too have a flaw. I like winning.
Michael Jackson - Bad
Ms. Probst headed up our Jr. High’s chapter of the Peer Support Group... whatever that is. I guess the group probably helped boost losers’ self-esteem, maybe it kept kids away from drugs, and it probably promoted us to all be nice to each other. For the most part though, grade schoolers are little budding a-holes that are unknowingly slotting into the chaste system they’ll be bound to once they get to high school. Some need a little support, I guess. You remember.
U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
EL PRESIDENTE:
This section was going to be called "The Peer Support Group was stupid". At our Junior High we ate lunch outside, and the Peer Support Group got to eat lunch inside once a week. In Mandeville, Louisiana, that was a pretty big deal (if you don’t know, picture Houston with more humidity and ten times more bugs). I don’t have a whole lot of lunch memories from eighth grade, but I’ll always remember the look on Ms. Probst’s face when I walked in to that portable classroom building for the year’s first Peer Support Group meeting.
Priceless.
REM - It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
But when I got myself elected as Peer Support Group President, Ms. Probst looked like a very large part of her had died inside. A few of you reading this may have been part of the coup that voted me in.
Folks, that’s winning.
ON LOCK DOWN:
A trivial consequence of rotting the soul of my reviled reading teacher by assuming the powerful position of Peer Support Group President was the obligation to attend a few events. One was some conference in New Orleans. I don’t remember much about that except it was really boring and I went with three girls. The other obligation was to attend a lock-in at the high school. This too would have been completely forgettable if it weren’t for a friend I met.
INXS - Mediate
For whatever reason, I think I was the only one ballsy enough to bring a radio. So, while others were peer supporting or whatever the hell people in this distinguished organization do (seriously, I still don’t know), my homies and I were jamming out to whatever tapes I had brought that day… probably UB40, Bobby Brown or INXS (I’m sure I left my Debbie Gibson at home).
Then something magical happened.
“DO YOU LIKE BASS OR TREBLE?”:
ME: Huh?
PEER: You know, bass is like boom-boom and treble is like chish-chish.
ME: Uhh. Never thought about it.
PEER: Check this out.
NWA - Straight Outta Compton
THE DOPEMAN:
That kid – whoever the heck he was, who knows why he was there, who even knows if he was even real – took a tape out of his pocket and put it in my radio. The tape he put in was N.W.A.’s Straight Outta Compton. Straight up game changer. Things have never been the same. Touché Ms. Probst. When you sent that angel of gangsta rap, you taught me a valuable lesson about winning, and you helped make me the man I am today. Thank you Peer Support Group!!
NWA - F*ck tha Police
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