2-19-18: The First Post in Six Months

Yes, I’m as surprised as the Deltas that I finally got around to posting again. Onward we go.

Monday morning with a rare day off. Might as well ramble as I just finished the rough draft for my paper due on Saturday. (Coincidentally, I did the same thing around this time last year too. Not coincidentally, I’m still single. Shock, I know.)

So what’s been going on for the last six months? Among other things I have sold a house….bought another….had several 50 plus hour workweeks…..seen the local NFL team have an apparently broken quarterback while finally saying goodbye to Chuck Pagano after finishing with a crappy 4-12 record without said apparently broken quarterback …..then seeing the local NFL team’s front office botch a head coaching hire before bringing back a former assistant whose team just won the Super Bowl in a game that I enjoyed despite the presence of Al Michaels and a horribly inept Cris Collinsworth in the broadcast booth. (Should have taken my own advice from previous babblings: use the mute button, that’s why it’s there.) So besides having a lot of takes to hyperlink Sports Illustrated articles to, I’ve also seen a lot of inept Indianapolis Colts football. Also shows you why the locals around here kind of idolize one Peyton Manning from time to time because he usually won football games more than he lost them. Can’t say the same about this current crop of men employed by Diamond Jim Irsay and the thus far underwhelming front office replacement for “Big Grig” Ryan Grigson, one Chris Ballard. 

Hopefully Ballard and new coach Frank Reich will actually win some games next year and not employ the likes of Scott Tolzien on the 2018 roster. One can dare to dream, after all.

As for other comings and goings…..

-per family request (and also per needing to sell a house) I took some time off from school for the fall semester. Worked out well. Instead of returning from work to write papers every week, yours truly actually started doing something I haven’t done for years: read for fun. (I also went to a NCAA Division III basketball game for alma mater number four Anderson University and saw them win. Total cost: $11. Will need to talk about more next time.) Thanks to the local library (after all, I’m still a cheapskate) I was able to finally check out some books that I had been wanting to read but never got around to because I was writing 10-17 page papers for the fun of using them to write even more 10-17 page papers. Since there’s a good chance we’ll have a new party ruling Congress by the time I post again, here’s a few of the books I’d recommend (along with captioned photos):

Life by Keith Richards and James Fox (2010)

I first knew the Rolling Stones courtesy of their videos from their their 1981 Tattoo You album as the likes of MTV VJ’s Alan Hunter and Nina Blackwood would note that these middle aged dudes from England had been dominate in the rock and roll world since the early days of the British Invasion. While I got to see a lot of subsequent videos from both the Stones and lead singer Mick Jagger himself during the course of the decade and my years at the Sonland otherwise known as Noblesville High School (which reminds me of Chad Mitchell apparently plucking down $80 for a Stones Steel Wheels North American tour sweatshirt via their Indianapolis concert appearances during Sonland Junior Year and thus seeing Mitchell wear said sweatshirt with matching red doo-rag on queue once a week for the remainder of his Sonland days) I didn’t really know too much about Richards other than reading about his past drug issues. So one day I decided I might as well read about this individual who in recent years has played pirates in Johnny Depp movies while surprising many simply by still breathing. Turned out to be a pretty darn good book. Not many people can write about hanging out with the likes of Bob Dylan and John Lennon with the casualness of me writing about prom dates (which I hope to finally summarize once the decade ends) but Richards does it well and with a good bit of added comedy (for example he notes the antics of popular blog photo op man John Belushi by stating that Belushi “was an extreme experience even in my standards.” ) Simply put, Richards would certainly know. And to his credit he produces one of the best autobiographies I have ever read, period.

You’ll also get to see photos like this one:

Legendary Rolling Stones guitarist Keith Richards on tour in the early 1970s with the evening’s beverages. Sir Michael Philip Jagger sings in the background. Courtesy of Life.

So if I read about Richards, the late Ray Charles can see whose biography I’m going to write about next:

Jagger: Rebel, Rock Star, Rambler, Rogue by Marc Spitz (2011)

One major problem with this book: Spitz has a gimmick where he says (get ready for all caps for this) ME PICK SOMEONE NOT JAGGER-ME WRITE ABOUT SOMEONE WHOLE CHAPTER-NOW ME CLOSE CHAPTER ABOUT JAGGER. Perhaps Spitz was trying to be different, but to be blunt I don’t give two s–ts about what Truman Capote wrote about in the 1950’s (those are words I don’t plan on ever typing again) nor do I want to hear about the marriage issues between Carly Simon and James Taylor. However Spitz does just that with a flourish, and since it’s his book it’s up to you as the reader to decide whether you want to put up with it or not. Fortunately for me since the book was free for three weeks and since I once again admit that I have the social life of a small inland shrew… I put up with it since the book was a quick read (roughly 300 pages) and again you get to see photos like this:

The man who would be Sir Michael Philip Jagger having a 30th birthday party with Keef, longtime media legend Bob Dylan and pals. Courtesy of Jagger: Rebel, Rock Star, Rambler, Rogue.

I didn’t just read about the lives and legacies of The Glimmer Twins. Two other books of note:

The Machine by Joe Posnanski  (2010)

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The starting lineup (aka Great Eight) of the 1975 and 1976 World Series champion Cincinnati Reds.


Posnanski is one of my favorite sportswriters. For better or for worse (and as written previously on this blog it has often been for worse) I am a lifelong Cincinnati Reds fan. There was a time-albeit in the midst of the Ford Administration- that the Reds were actually not inept; in fact during the mid-1970’s said Reds were the best team in baseball known as “The Big Red Machine” because good teams don’t give the equal of year-to-year contracts to bad managers who finish in last place every year (which the current Reds regime did last fall). Posnanski gets the job done like rapper extraordinaire Big Daddy Kane as he notes the pressures the pressures the Reds had of actually fulfilling their previously wasted potential by winning back to back World Series titles in 1975 and 1976 after failing previously to capture baseball’s world championship in their 1970 and 1972 Series appearances. I also felt Posnanski was fair in his assessment of one of my all time sports heroes, one Peter Edward Rose.  That doesn’t happen too often when it comes to media members, so yours truly gives props to Posnanski for not being biased while publicly babbling for the days of Nolan Ryan and multi-purpose stadiums to come back to a sport that is not the cathedral or religious like presence some sportswriters tend to treat it like.


Sweetness: The Enigmatic Life of Walter Payton by Jeff Pearlman (2011)

Growing up this man was my sports hero who made me a lifelong fan of the NFL. Being portrayed as human in a 2011 biography won’t change that.

When I was in elementary school the Indianapolis metro area did not have a clusterf–k of a pro football team to call its own until the Colts moved from Baltimore during the spring of my fifth grade year in 1984. Before being subjected to the likes of Mike Pagel and Jack Trudeau losing game after game in the pre-Manning era, I had the good fortune to enjoy fall Sunday afternoons as the times to watch Walter Payton and his Chicago Bears on television. Ironically the Bears were not good until said 1984 when they would reach the NFC title game (losing to San Francisco)…but we know what happened with 1985 as the Bears would win their only Super Bowl as Payton would retire in 1987 as the NFL’s then all-time leading rusher. Bottom line was as the Colts were as inept then as they are now, first Payton and then the Bears themselves made watching NFL football worthwhile when I was growing up. Payton was a big part of my childhood, and Pearlman notes the good and the bad via the physical price Payton paid for playing through injuries throughout his long and illustrious Hall of Fame career. I enjoyed the book and will remain a fan of both Payton and Pearlman’s writing. For a link to those who weren’t as thrilled with Pearlman’s work, see here.

Even got me to do something I have also long babbled about doing but never got around to: getting a Walter Payton jersey. So if you see someone at the Hamilton East Public Libary sporting one this summer while writing ten page school papers on one of the public computers, you’ve been forewarned.

Good time to wrap it up. Happy 2018 to everyone as I also wrap up the Chuck Pagano era of Colts football by throwing out the obligatory Pagano clapping gif:

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Your turn, Frank Reich.




1-22-17: NFL Playoffs Update- AFC Championship Game: New England 33, Pittsburgh 9

Yeah, this Chris Hogan phenomenon has been dominating. Meanwhile Todd Haley continues to be Todd Haley and Omar Epps on the road is Omar Epps on the road.

Yahoo Box Score link:


Pittsburgh begins the 4th quarter inside the New England 20. We’ll see if it matters.

Thanks to any and all who read these in cyberspace.


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1-22-17: NFL Playoffs Update- AFC Championship: New England 17, Pittsburgh 9

There are times that the play calling of Pittsburgh Steelers offensive coordinator Todd Haley can be frustrating to watch. That last drive in the second quarter was a good example. Nevertheless the Steelers are within a touchdown of the favored New England juggernaut as it’s Patriots 17, Steelers 9 at the half.

Box score from our pals at NFL.com:


Hope Haley understands that field goals aren’t going to get it done against this Tom Brady fellow as he’s on pace for a 400 yard, 4 touchdown performance.

30 minutes remain to determine who faces The Son Matt Ryan. We’ll see if America’s favorite Omar Epps lookalike can rally the troops in a hostile Foxboro enviroment.






1-22-17: The South Rises Again: Atlanta Falcons win NFC Championship 44-21

Man, I didn’t see this kind of a beat down coming. Even with Mike McCarthy coaching on the road in the playoff game.

But it’s official- the Falcons are back in the Super Bowl by winning their second ever National Football Conference championship.

Final score: Atlanta 44, Green Bay 21

Photo from last time the ATL got down in the big game under the leadership of Dan Reeves:

..and obligatory photo of standout Falcon wideout Quintorris Lopez Jones:

Final box score link from our pals at NFL.com:


Congrats to the new generation of Dirty Birds. Have no issue admitting I was wrong about their chances due to their playoff history, but that defense took care of business and The Son Matt Ryan was, well, The Son Matt Ryan.

Next up: Jim Nantz and Phil Simms on mute as New England hosts Pittsburgh for the AFC title and the other Super Bowl spot. Nothing like a day of championship football in January. The Son and his man Mighty Dan Quinn await the winner.

Again congrats to the Falcons and their fans.







1-22-17: NFL Playoffs Update: The Son Matt Ryan Goes Off- ATL 31, GB 0


The Son Matt Ryan and his ATL are on fire and one half away from giving the Falcons their first Super Bowl appearance since William Jefferson Clinton was dominating the headlines.

Halftime score: Atlanta and the Son 24, Green Bay and Young Aaron Rodgers 0

Box score link from our friends at NFL.com:


….and as this was typed, the ATL scored ANOTHER touchdown so I updated the headline.

We’ll see if Dan Patrick’s favorite NFL quarterback can make a 31 point comeback. Hope Patrick will be able to handle this since he has to lecture on NBC in a couple of hours as part of their Hollywood Squares like all-star ensemble of hosts.

As for That Son, dude has played like an MVP and deserves mad props.




1-16-17: Football Fitzthoughts Five: NFL Divisional Playoffs Recap

The month of January used to be a time for National Football League playoff football courtesy of the local pro pigskin franchise headquartered on West 56th Street in Indianapolis. Previous posts have shown why that is no longer the case, and plenty of modern day warriors in the Indianapolis sports media have recently decided to play Kelly Clarkson and that Ruben dude from early 00’s American Idol to yell THAT COLTS TEAM CLOWN SHOW DUR DUH DUR NO PEY-DON BE HERE thanks to recent events of the last few days. Said recent events: NFL rumor roundup maestros Adam Schefter of the Four Letter Sons and MMA enthusiast Jay Glazer of Fox Sports noting that Diamond Jim Irsay indeed looked to add the combo of fellow Four Letter Sons/Monday Night Football color man Jon Gruden and legendary retired Colts QB P. Williams Manning to the team’s brain trust. Word was that Gruden wanted roster control (i.e.- the ability to do the job of Irsay favorite and current Colts general manager ‘Big Grig’ Ryan Grigson) and Manning wanted an equity (read: some ownership stake) of the Colts billion dollar franchise to come aboard. Irsay the elder said no to the first while The Daughters Irsay (the three female future heirs to the team) said no to the latter. Hence as of this typing nothing has changed: no public announcement from said Diamond Jim on who’s running the Colts on and off the field in 2017, and no apparent change from the 16-16 mediocrity that has come from Grigson and head coach Ground Chuck Pagano over the past two years. Meet the new Sons, same as the old Sons in other words. (EDIT ON 1/22: since posting this has now become just one son instead of two as Grigson received his walking papers from Diamond Jim yesterday afternoon. We now await Grigson’s replacement as this sentence is typed.)

Local media icons including Indianapolis Star columnist Gregg Doyel (whom I like, which is against the grain of most smart a– type commentators that babble incoherently on the Internet) and WTHR‘s Bob Kravitz (who famously feuded with former Colts GM Bill Polian during the team’s more successful days of yesteryear) have united in describing the Colts as having much in common with events sponsored by Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey. Fair enough: they get paid well to do so by their current employers. But I still go back to the main point that needs to be remembered in all of this chaotic lack of action when it comes to the Colts making an authoritative stance on who’s going to coach their team in 2017: as long as Diamond Jim continues to believe that his man Grigson is the cream of the NFL front office crop, then it’s going to be hard to make the changes needed to give Andrew Luck and company a shot of actually contending for the World title in the near future. That’s why I am accepting The Dysfunctional Duo as the team that will run the Colts in 2017, and that’s why I also figure that if they can’t make the playoffs for a third year in a row then the decision for Diamond Jim to change courses will be an easier one to make. Particularly when it comes to his man Grigson, a gent who for every Vontae Davis pickup (good) will counter with the likes of Laron Landry, Todd Heremanns and of course long time fitzthoughtsblog subject Trent Cole (not so good) in shaping a team that currently has more holes than the proverbial piece of Swiss cheese. Perhaps things will change in the next few days, perhaps not…..nevertheless if one wants to defend Pagano and Grigson for their past two years of mediocrity because a change was actually attempted to be made, then I’ll just throw out this GIF with the Pagano approved power running attack led by Grigson pickup and ex-Colt Trent Richardson from SB Nation:

That was to be our current franchise running back here in central Indiana. Best to move on as I go to teams that have actually done something for themselves in the 2016-17 NFL campaign via



In my fantasy football league that I have participated in for 14 years without winning first place, the gent pictured above is known as The Son Matt Ryan as most TV commentators talk about him like he is in fact their son: never making an error, never with a hair out of place, and straight out of the same neighborhood as Wally and the Beav. Problem is our pal usually doesn’t get the job done in playoff games, and so I had no issue picking against the Son’s Atlanta Falcons when they played the Seattle Seahawks on Saturday night. As I watched the game, I found that proved to be a big mistake. (I went 2-2 on  my picks this weekend-find out what other game I screwed up on in a moment.) It was also a beating: the ATL 36, Seattle 20 as Ryan threw for 338 years and three touchdowns against a Seattle defense that is considered the cat’s meow with sportswriters from Tacoma to Tybee Island. Ryan and his main hombre Quintorris Lopez Jones dominated the game from start to finish, and even the Falcon defense showed up for once in a big contest by intercepting Seahawk QB and matinee idol Russell Wilson twice. The Falcons are now one game from the Super Bowl as they get to play the BJ Novak lookalike pictured below next week:


Packers QB Aaron Rodgers (known as YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUNNNG Aaron Rodgers in said fantasy league as he was the then younger replacement of current knee pad spokesman Brett Favre) always reminds me of the smaller son who would attempt to do comedy without performing actual comedy on the late NBC sitcom The Office, one BJ Novak. (With the exception of a time when Novak cut a promo essentially telling the John Krasinski played character Jim Halpert to STFO because his ME BE SIMPLE LADIES MAN STARE CAMERA BAT EYES gimmick was too much for even Novak’s Ryan Howard to handle, I struggled to deal with said Novak on the tube even if he may have drank a beer at Harvard during the hey days of Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit. But enough about my TV critical tastes). Despite reminders of looking like each other as seen below…..

…and below…

..and because why the f— not, also below…

…this Young Rodgers can play football well enough to make NBCer Dan Patrick literally soil his pants in mid-sentence. (Don’t listen to Patrick when he talks on his radio show about Rodgers; it gets pretty bad. Actually it gets downright creepy to where I hope Patrick has some lotion near him to ease the pain.) And the evidence came last night as I watched the game and said to myself ‘dude doesn’t miss a pass.’ Since said dude was like 18 for 20 at one time in yesterday’s game against Dallas, that seemed to be the case. Final Rodgers lines for scoring and not snorting: 28 for 43 for 356 yards and two touchdowns plus a game winning drive to set up the winning Mason Crosby field goal as time expired. Green Bay 34, Dallas 31, and I get to see Rodgers and Ryan square off for the NFC title next weekend. Could be worse. Could deal with worse scenarios. After all I once watched a Rams-Bucs NFC final game in January 2000 that had a score of 11-6. Like looking at my reflection in the mirror, it wasn’t pretty.

Moving on…..ironically enough…


Had to throw out the meme out with the late Leslie Nielsen in rare form during the midst of the 1988 comedy film delight The Naked Gun. (Sonland High Sidenote: as hopefully will be discussed in future posts, said Nielsen film was the favorite non-Sylvester Stallone starring film of the Diabolical Number 10. Don’t ask for any other choices if you went to the Top Gun video store in Sonland City-aka Noblesville-in 1990-it was Nielsen or nothing. Not surprisingly I have seen said film about four or five dozen times, so IMO the Nielsen estate owes me a free VHS or something out of the deal to compensate for Number 10 salivating over the prospect of seeing Priscilla Presley‘s stuffed beaver on most fall weekends. Not like anything was wrong with said beaver sightings, but variety can be a good thing after the 24th of 25th viewing.)

Back to topic…actually the game was not thrilling because everyone in the free world expected New England to defeat Houston on Saturday night and talking about a video store that now houses a Pizza King was actually more interesting to me. Then again New England wins every year and Houston beats the Colts all the time so that’s how life works. New England 34, Houston 16, forgone conclusion. New England’s opponent for the AFC title next weekend? Pittsburgh, courtesy of this game with this individual in red:


Good news for fans of Andy Reid’s Kansas City Chiefs is they kept the high powered Pittsburgh Steelers offense out of the end zone last night. Bad news: Reid’s Alex Smith led offense was pretty s—ty with bad line, worse play calling and the belief that Smith’s THROW THREE FOUR YARD PASS IN ROW persona was going to get the job done. Kansas City’s defense and running game will tend to put the Chiefs in the playoffs each year, but the Reid-Smith combo can’t get it done when it matters and it showed last night. The Chiefs had just 227 total yards on offense, failed on what would be game tying two point conversion near the game’s end, and as they usually do lost a playoff game at home 18-16 to said Steel City Sons. Reid and Smith can get you to the proverbial playoff bar, but when it comes time to throw down the big drink at playoff time I have the vision that they will tend to spill the fifths on themselves before slipping onto the spillage and knocking themselves unconscious. Per our friends at profootballreference.com here is the stat log for Smith’s 2-4 overall playoff record (admittedly spruced up by the time that the Colts’ Greg Toler made Smith look like 1985 Joe Montana a couple years back)


…and for comparison’s sake, here’s Andy Reid’s career head coaching line that shows a record of 11-12 come playoff time:


TLDR: I had no issue picking against the Chiefs last night, and more than likely neither did you. Not sure if they will ever break through in a New England dominated conference, but I assume the Chiefs brain trust will give Smith and Reid another five or six years to try. (Then again, they beat the Colts this year….but two words: Chuck Pagano.)

I get to root for Pittsburgh next weekend. Should make things interesting as that doesn’t always happen.

Which leads to


Admittedly still mulling that one. Had originally picked a Dallas-New England Super Bowl…that’s not happening. I’ve got six days to decide, so I’ll probably post those around Friday or Saturday (homework permitting).

Either way it’s football, and that means I’ll be watching. I’ve been doing it for 35 years. Hope to do it 35 more…and then some.


Yeah, I could see why that movie was a Number 10 approved classic. Fortunately for my movie viewing weekend experience, said movie stopped being seen 24-7 once said Number 10 was introduced by yours truly to the Hot Sonland Chick he would eventually date and take to prom (obligatory mentioning of The Prom Date as we got to double date with said Number 10 and other previously mentioned female of prior posts). Hoping Top Gun video had used the previous video rental monies to buy a new VHS tape as that tape got way too much air time back in the day. As in Trump gets inaugurated this week type play.

Hard to find a punch line to follow that one up with. Then again I’ll admit the GIF cracks me up. And reminds me there were some good times going to the Sonland. Not a whole $!$^@ of a lot, but some.

And some is better than none as far as I’m concerned. Need to remember that.

Thanks to any and all who may read this and best wishes for a good week out in cyberspace.


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1-9-17: Monday Night Fitzthoughts: Back to School

Back at it again on a central Indiana Monday night as I officially (for now, anyway) started back to school yesterday. Not sure how it will work out…..as referenced in previous posts I have been burned out from school and simply do not enjoy it like I used to. Current strategy is to get this current class over with (set to be through the beginning of March) and then decide what to do from there.  Way I see it things will work out in the end because I have family and fellowship to support me. Without those two components things could be a lot worse. (Plus if I can overcome the bullying of the previously mentioned Eight Sons to go out with Hot Sonland Chicks and become a fraternity man in college, then anything else is a walk in the park.)

The late, great Rodney Dangerfield and his 1986 movie Back to School get the shout out as well as the blog post title for this evening. Remember watching it all the time on HBO during my junior Sonland days, and to this day it is still one of my all time favorite movies. (Even have the VHS tape around here somewhere. Not surprising, I know.) I even remember watching it with roommates from the days of college number one (Transylvania University in Lexington 40508) and always get good memories from said movie. Always a good thing in an era where I go to the movie theaters as much the lifelong followed Cincinnati Reds appear in the World Series (they’re in a nice 26 year drought as this is typed, and I have a feeling that drought will continue throughout the upcoming Trump Administration. Bad baseball and the Queen City go together well these days). In other words as a fan of 1980’s movies Dangerfield tends to get the job done when it comes to first class comedy. If it means hitting Goodwill for the VHS tapes now and then, so be it. And yes, I am admittedly a sad soul….but we already knew that.

With the desire this evening, to leave the local NFL franchise and talking senior year at the Sonland (aka Noblesville High School) on the back burner, some random thoughts and quick takes before the Fitzthoughts GIF of the Day:

-did some work on the blog this weekend. Included the addition of the maybe yes/maybe not catchy subtitle as well as the ability to finally put a blog logo into effect. The Prom Date was the obvious choice since she was the one who inspired me nearly a year ago to finally enter the 1990’s and join social media via Instagram. Also admittedly makes for an attractive logo to look at, too. That reminds me to set the goal of being able to finally go more in depth on this blog by going more in detail on my Prom Diary that I had originally set up the Instagram account for last spring. So that needs to be in the works for the next few weeks…hope to get the ball rolling next week on that and finish it by the end of the month.

-Instagram has become an enjoyable hobby for me in recent months. Never thought I’d have over 1,400 followers at anytime like I do now. Should any of said @fitzthoughts followers be reading this, thanks very much for taking the time to do so.

NFL Divisional Round predictions for next weekend: Dallas over Green Bay and Seattle over the ATL in the NFC.Pittsburgh over Kansas City and NBC approved team from the Boston area over Houston in the AFC. I went 4-0 last weekend on the picks but that means I’ll probably go 0-4 this weekend to even things out. And if Roethlisberger can walk for the Steel City Sons, then he’s playing. Plus I’m not sold on Alex Smith as a playoff warrior unless he’s playing said Houston squad.

I’ll probably flip flop a few times on the Dallas-Green Bay and Pittsburgh-Kansas City games before the weekend arrives, but I also think I won’t be alone in that regard.

-I have been on a roll when it comes to getting the six dollar specials at Sonland area Subway sandwich shops in recent weeks. Two free cookie coupons in my wallet as well for future visits. Hey, I like the cookies. (Favorite: chocolate chip.)

-the family gatherings tend to favor Marco’s Pizza on Friday evenings. Of course I do the surveys for the free five dollar order of cheesy bread. Of course you already assumed that as I’ve proven to be a cheap bastard.

-temperatures are no longer below zero, so that’s a good thing right now. Hope that trend continues.

-random item in the home office: a Tamika Catchings bobble head doll. Media men of central Indiana know Catchings as the franchise femme fetale of the WNBA’s Indiana Fever (whom unlike the Indiana Pacers have won a championship in the days since Watergate). If you guessed that it was purchased on the cheap at Goodwill…….the ending writes itself. Photo of what it looks like via a Google search:

Your side note: my family and I have attended one Indiana Fever game live during the team’s decade and a half in said central Indiana. It was in their inaugural year of 2000….better yet, it was their inaugural game at then Conseco Fieldhouse. As Pacers season ticket holders at the time, my family and I got four lower level seats to see said Fever lose to Orlando 88-82. I remembered they lost but give Wikipedia the credit for finding it was said Orlando they did the job to. Wikipedia link:


Either way a nice note of history. 1999 and 2000 were good years to be a sports fan in central Indiana. 2016 on the other hand….as of now, no comment.

-had to use said Google to find when the Pacers play next, so that probably emphasizes the previously made point about as well as anything can.

-lastly, the four Fitzthoughts GIFs of the Day comes from previously referenced Dangerfield film when he wins the diving meet for the alma mater via busting out the Triple Lindy:

….while me and Rodney have this in common right now:

Yes we are, Mr. Dangerfield.

And after a few moments of searching, finally found the GIF I was looking for:

Admittedly not my best post because the GIFs did not make me laugh like they usually do (I also was polite and didn’t include the GIF from the movie scene where Dangerfield was in a hot tub with four hot chicks.) So ending with this one that did make me laugh while thanking any and all who read this and put up with said GIFs:

No comment on whether Rodney had the same reaction that The Prom Date had when riding in a 1977 Buick during said prom. Probably best to leave it at that.

Happy Monday to all in cyberspace and thanks for reading.


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1-8-17: Sunday Morning Fitzthoughts Five: NFL Wildcard Weekend

Sunday morning in snowy central Indiana. Seven people combined at chapel at Noblesville’s First Christian Church yet a very good service nonetheless. Good way to start the week as I await an afternoon of National Football League playoff action that won’t include the local NFL franchise as part of the proceedings.

Shocking, I know. After all there’s a nice collection of monotonous posts detailing how the Diamond Jim and the Dysfunctional Duo made that happen. But after getting an Instragram post from a Colts related fan site advising that ‘Big Grig’ Ryan Grigson approved Colts defensive underachiever Trent Cole was looking to play one more year (and comments arguing whether his season ending hit to Raiders QB Derek Carr on Christmas weekend was a clean shot or not), it made it an easy choice for me to say to myself “self, use this good energy to write another blog post on NFL football since you’re not ready to go take a morning nap.” Hence this post.

Here we go…..



Don’t be surprised about me whining about there being a Houston-Oakland matchup with what would be listed as backup quarterbacks (Brock Osweiler for Houston after he lost his starting gig to Tom Savage before Savage got hurt towards season’s end; Conner Cook for Oakland thanks to said Trent Cole hit referenced earlier as well as another injury to second stringer Matt McGloin) and then watching part of said game. If I could watch the Colts job 62-7 to New Orleans back in 2011….then safe to say I tend to watch anything on the tube that has the NFL involved. Said NFL Network is made for dumbf—s like me who say ‘sure, I’ll watch those highlights of the 2006 AFC Championship Game for a 50th time’ even though I actually did attend said game in person. (Good reference for future post material as well as good reference why I added that tag line to the blog header this weekend, too.)

So, I find the game on ABC as current media man Jon Gruden cuts his catchphrases while the son of the late Boston media man Will McDonough does his employers a favor by not resorting to insulting the stadium that the game is being held in. (That Son McDonough did just that by comparing the New York metro area’s MetLife Stadium to a toaster during last month’s Colts-Jets Monday Night Football matchup. That might make smart mark bloggers and message board types squeal like teenage girls at a One Direction concert, but not too sure if I would be a smarta– about it on national television 1) SINCE YOUR EMPLOYER HAS ALREADY HAD SUPER BOWLS PLAYED THERE  and 2) with all due respect….you’re Sean McDonough. But this time the broadcasting duo actually seemed to focus on the game instead of billion dollar taxpayer financed architecture….and it ended up not being much of a game as I would be happy that the Raiders were holding the Texans offense to field goals in the early stages. That didn’t last long, and of course the Raiders didn’t get too much out of Conner Cook because you’r probably not getting much out of a rookie playing his first ever NFL game that matters on the road in the $!$^$ playoffs. So when a Texans touchdown towards the end of the first half made the score 20-7 in favor of Houston, I basically said to myself the game was over. Which it was. Final score: Houston 27, Oakland 14, and me wishing to myself that the Dysfunctional Duo of Ground Chuck and the Big Grig was off the Indianapolis Colts payroll. Maybe next year. Then again, best for me to not to think about next year just yet.

As for Houston, for some reason the Interwebs kept lecturing about their head coach Bill O’Brien and his job status. Dude has won two straight division titles. Dude just won a playoff game. I assume he won’t have any issues getting another gig if the Texans decide that he’s not worth keeping. If John Fox can stay in Chicago after going 3-13 this season, then I figure someone could do worse than have O’Brien on their staff. Then again I figured that Scottie Thurman would once be the next Scottie Pippen when he left a successful college hoops run at Arkansas for the NBA in the 1990s….and according to this Wikipedia link here, dude didn’t even make the NBA:


Did learn something new today: there was a pro hoops team (ABA post 1970s version) called the Arkansas RimRockers. So there’s that.

Moving on…..


Stafford and Sons is my code name for the Detroit Lions as they are led by modern day warrior and former No. 1 overall NFL draft selection Matthew Stafford at quarterback. NBC did the honors of televising the Lions’ NFC wild card matchup with the Seattle Seahawks with Old Al Michaels saying Al Michaels things and Stafford’s offensive line being pretty damn offensive. NBC made sure to point out the Lions had not won a road playoff game since the Eisenhower Administration, and not surprisingly that didn’t change after last night. Final: Seattle 26, Detroit 6. Said pictured Seahawks running back Thomas Rawls ran for 161 yards and scored said pictured touchdown above. Dominant running games are something I don’t see on TV too often, so all props to Rawls for getting the job done in convincing fashion.

All credit to Detroit just to get to the postseason in the first place, but it will be interesting to see what they do in the upcoming NFL offseason to improve their chances for 2017. I have a feeling that offensive and defensive line help will be at the forefront as Seattle dominated the line of scrimmage all night long. Figuring Lions fan will have similar thinking.


After two time World champ Ben Roethlisberger and his Steel City Sons of Pittsburgh play Miami in the 1 pm AFC playoff matchup, we get the honor of seeing the two pictured gents battle at (cueing ESPNer Chris Berman) DA FROZUN TONDRUH UV LAMBOW FIEEELLLLD as Young Aaron Rodgers and his Green Bay Packers host E. Nelson Manning and the New York Football Giants. As mentioned previously it’s the game I’m most interested in. No qualms as of now if either team advances to the Super Bowl, either. Just need to make sure I can put up with Fox’s Joe Buck on commentary as I tend to struggle with his presence on televised sporting events. Then again there is an invention called the mute button….so I need to not be lazy and actually use it for once.

TLDR: doubt I’ll be doing homework today. After all, football. Enough said.


The NFL is dominating my sports television viewing these days, so I haven’t been watching too much of the local NBA franchise in part because until recently they like to lose games by playing Lavoy Allen regular minutes. In recent times  Indiana Pacers coach Nate McMillan has changed that as Kevin Seraphin has replaced the seemingly unconcerned Allen in the Pacers rotation. Coincidentally the team has actually started to win some games (including the one from this photo where they beat the New York Knicks last night for their fifth straight win). Also not playing the pictured Jeffrey Demarquis Teague and Monta Ellis together has been a good thing as Ellis now comes off the bench and no longer gives up 25 to 30 points to whomever he attempts to guard. To paraphrase media semi-icon Bill Simmons (currently collecting checks at HBO) on the matter, good times.

The apathy though comes with the long grind of the 82 game season and the recent mediocrity (38-44 record with no playoffs in 2014-15, 45-37 record with an opening round playoff series loss to Toronto in 2015-16) that said local NBA franchise has been dealing with while keeping the likes of Allen and Rodney Stuckey on their roster as supposed vital parts. With both out of the rotation (Stuckey’s hurt yet again) coincidentally the team has actually won some games. Referenced in earlier posts that I’d prefer to not see Allen in a Pacer uniform after this summer; hoping that this recent stretch of winning play makes that a reality. Since Stuckey will be on the last year of his contract next season, then I’ll reserve judgement for a later time. But it would be preferable for this team to actually do more than lose to Cleveland or Toronto in the playoffs if they want to keep the Indianapolis area interested in their whereabouts. One can only have so many bobble head doll giveaways…..and since the team currently ranks 20th out of 30 NBA teams in league attendance figures, IMO having Allen and Stuckey around won’t change that anytime soon. Link for attendance figures below from our friends out of Bristol, Connecticut:




I didn’t want to babble about Tom Crean and the underachieving Indiana University hoops team, nor cry even more about the state of the Colts. So to finish things out I’ll go back roughly a quarter century ago to the days when the before mentioned Scottie Pippen was throwing down dunks as a Chicago Bull with said GIF of him dunking against the Cleveland Cavaliers:

That reminds me of something from said 25 years ago when I was a first year pledging Delta Sigma Phi at college number one Transylvania University. That something is for my school shoes for the year I bought a new pair of Nike Air Flight Lites as worn by said Pippen. IIRC they cost in the ball park of $115-120, so if one ever wonders from previous posts the results were from me picking up trash for a summer in the Park 100 office complex….now one no longer needs to wonder. And thanks to the World Wid Web, here’s a photo of said shoes with an autograph from none other than said Pippen himself:

Time has definitely flied by. Sometimes I miss those days from college number one. Good to have something like this blog to be able to remember said days. Hope I can get towards covering them soon as I still have to get through recapping senior year of high school first. We’ll see if I can get the job done while not ranting as much about The Dysfunctional Duo in the upcoming months.

Thanks again to any and all who read this and have a good week.


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