You Should See How Fast I Can Blog
Posted by jtbourne on February 6, 2009 · 7 Comments
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Whats with NFL hats, and why can’t they make a good one? From what I’ve seen, the NFL is popular across America. But it’s rare to see anyone under 30 who wears the hat of their favourite football team. It would seem a hard hitting extra-macho game like football would have a lot of appeal to the young crowd. Why then, has the NFL chosen to mirror the marketing technique of NASCAR, which from what I can tell is to recreate the experience of being at a rave, then stick that on the heads of its fans. Major League Baseball sells hats by the bushel, largely because of their simplicity. Nobody wants to walk around with flames on their head, with the exception of said NASCAR fans, with whom your safest bet is to not make a motion towards their PBR, and you’ll lessen the odds of them biting you.
The New York Giants are the only team with a simple enough logo to work the MLB approach. Put that NY on the front, put NFL on the back. Make it blue. Then sell the hat. 80% of people aren’t wearing baseball hats to represent their favourite team, they just want a good looking hat. I wouldn’t worry about the other marketing practice of Major League Baseball, which is to make hats for thugs. According to this crowd, the best hat is a flat brimmed arbitrarily coloured Yankees hat with the skyline of NYC on it. Most of these will be stolen and not bought anyway, so think back to simple. Face punch for that crowd.
In my life, I’ve owned (in chronological order, all pro-fit) baseball hats of the Pittsburgh Pirates, San Diego Padres, Baltimore Orioles, St. Louis Cardinals, and now, as I’ve gotten older and chosen to represent my favourite team, the New York Mets. Which, coincidentally is the best style hat too, rock on orange and blue. Random shout out to the Jays.
Now, on to more pressing issues. Why won’t the person in the apartment below me remove the pumpkin from their deck? I mean, I’m not exactly concerned about the re-sale value of my apartment, but I am a little hesitant about what that thing may have growing in it. Yeah, you heard me. PUMPKIN. You know, Halloween, end of October, that gourd. The pumpkin looks like Carrie Underwood caught it cheating. Maybe next team it’ll think before it cheats. If you read this, person, please. remove. the pumpkin.
Charlie Kronschnabel, my college roommate and current Iowa Chop (I literally think ”Chop” refers to pork chop. Pretty sure their mascot is a pig. Well done, Anaheim) wrote me today and reminded of one quick story I want to share. In college, I took a course in Learning and Cognition. Our professor was going over speed reading, talking about retention, it’s usefulness, if it’s possible, and its general pros and cons. He moved on, and had started going over the next topic for a minute or so, when from the front-middle of the room, a hand arose.
Professor: “Yeah, Dan”
Dan: “You should see how fast I can read”
Professor: “…….”
Dan: “……”
And that was the conversation. What? These people are everywhere in college, and I just want to know, who are they? They aren’t kids who need something explained better, or have some input. From what I can tell, their own ego’s have them thinking that the Professor isn’t teaching, rather, they’re having a conversation. What kind of family supports random outburts like this? I really want to know what the kid thought might follow. Like, the teacher was going to pull out a novel, the kid was going to look at a page, turn it quickly, then look up and say, see? It reminds me of ”Look what I can do!” from Stewart on Mad TV. For four years we would occasionally break the silence with “you should see how fast I can read”. Ha…. I miss that.
I'm a hockey player turned writer. After playing for Alaska Anchorage in the WCHA (NCAA), I carried on with an NHL tryout (New York Islanders in 2007) before spending a couple seasons in the AHL/ECHL (last year was 2008-09). My father, Bob Bourne, won four Stanley Cups with the Islanders in the '80's, as did my fiancee's dad, Clark Gillies. I'm now the web editor for theScore's hockey blog "Backhand Shelf."
Okay, how does a Canadian kid wind up having the NY Mets as a favorite team? As for the pumpkin, I recently found out many people leave them out in the winter as food for the squirrels (sp?).
Oh man, where do those guys come from…. I had one guy in a poli sci class that put up his hand after a comment and went into the “that reminds of this one Simpsons episode, where Homer blah blah” speech (in a lecture hall of 150 people). After he tried it a second time the Prof interupted and said “ok, no one in here wants to hear that”. Simple, true, and effective, haha. But I bet he could read crazy fast, or get dogs that usually don’t like people to come up to him and sniff his hand.
Ahh, just hangin on to the roots. I was born in NY and pretty much just liked whoever my Dad did growing up. Dad was a fan of all the NY teams, the Canadian ones, and for some reason the Orioles. I decided I couldn’t like all the NY teams, so I took Jets-Mets-Islanders, as the trend usually is. It’s hard to root for the Yankees.
Did not know you were born in NY. That explains it. I have to let my husband know you root for the Jets. He’s a die-hard. But at this point in time he’s already sick of the Favre soap opera. The season just ended and already everyone in NY is waiting with baited breath to see if he returns. I say give it a rest already.
A canadian kid born in New York,sports fan, can write pretty good… Hmmm. You must have some really cool relatives in Saskatchewan.
That Jets hat is HIDEOUS
gooooooooooooo Moose Jaw!!