So here I am walking the streets of Portland and assessing my own life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. Strangely, the first thing that occurred to me about the place was how accurate it was that, in the Shadowrun vernacular, the elves took over this place. I mean I don’t want to sound mean, but I am at the point where stores are even telling me where they source their tea leaves. This place travels past common sense holistic values and moves full on into the realm of mean green. I even saw a sticker calling for less bikes and more skateboards. No, it wasn’t ironic.
Portland feels like New Brooklyn. It also makes me feel like I would do better in life if I enjoyed an urban area. Phoenix, at least the parts I frequent, doesn’t count. The truth of the matter is, I am a city boy and extended removal from one’s natural habitat results in a fundamental ‘wackening’ of that individual. I am not yet wack, but its coming on fast.
I’m super wack at fantasy football. Even as I sit by the hotel fire hammering out ten minutes of pure dope, I am reminded how not dope my individual fantasy season has been. According to the espn numbers, Johnny Manziel was predicted to be my best player this week… The aforementioned team, which I joke is the New Madden Curse lost 3+ qb’s and 2 top RB’s to injury. I traded a top WR who hadn’t done crap all year for two back up QB’s and the week of the trade he blows up and outscores, well, my whole damn team. Sebastian Janikowski has been carrying me. So, yeah, bad luck…