What sort of a loser Philadelphia blogger would I be if I failed to ever even mention the Terrell Owens saga? I’m not sure, but this is about all the mention it’s going to get. I really just haven’t found a way to give a fuck though - dear lord believe me - I’ve tried. He’s a little nuts and his nuts are well salted to be sure, but whatever. While I do have interest in income equality as a goal, I don’t really care about the money football players make. They generate an incredible amount of income for extraordinarily lucrative organizations, so I’m all for them getting a big cut. Beyond the economics, Owens’ routine has been weird, to the extreme, and likely self destructive, but such is life. Even multi-millionaires are entitled to be head cases. He reminds me a little of some people I’ve known in my life, none of whom were ever at ease or at all together, so I suppose I wish him well. Unless, of course, he fucks up this season and the Eagles don’t make it to Detroit - then he’s a fucking shithead who deserves to live out his days as the slot receiver on the Cleveland Browns making the veteran minimum.
Speaking of football, if you are a football freak and you don’t know about Football Outsiders, it’s time for you to have a visit. While the statistical analysis can be a little much sometimes, it’s always accurate, always demanding, and always makes the game more interesting. Football Outsiders takes you inside the game in a way that you can’t find anywhere else. This off-season was particularly strong in that they featured a number of articles on different defensive and offensive sets such as the I formation and man coverage, exploring them more deeply than you’ll likely see anywhere.
I’m on a medication that is supposed to make cigarettes taste very bad to me. It’s working, cigarettes taste really awful right now. Sadly, everything else does too, including even the tastiest of beers. Not quite as bad as the cigarettes of course, but bad nonetheless. Small price to pay, I suppose.
Nothing political tonight. Even junkies need a break from time to time.
My wife would like to add that she doesn’t wish T.O. the best. Far from it - she’s seething over this mess. She also mentioned that the Eagles got over the NFC Championship hurtle and to the Super Bowel with Owens out of the picture. One astute young woman if you ask me.
I became just a little more anonymous a few days ago. After dealing with some weirdness over the last week or so, I decided that it would be best if I payed some extra money and made the rowhouselogic domain registration anonymous. Until now, anybody who was interested could do a query on the domain and learn my home address and phone number. Living in a big city, I don’t really care about that sort of thing. I have nuts walking down my street all day, and a determined internet freak seeking me out isn’t all that much of a concern. Nevertheless, certain things have convinced me that I should pull back a bit. I’m not the only one who lives here, and my advocacy for a particular point of view shouldn’t effect anyone other than myself. That said, I hate doing something overtly political and not being very transparent. That’s why I avoided absolute anonymity when I began this site. Anyway, I’m sure this is nothing anybody will care about, but I wanted to be as clear as I could, which isn’t very clear at all, about this change.