March 14th, 2011

We’re over there now.


March 10th, 2011

The Hamsterdam Guide to Non-Sports Fans and March Madness

March Madness is one of the few events that forces obsessive sports fans to share our world with non-sports fans.  Normally we are insulated from them—wrapped up in the safety of our precious stat blogs and late night Big Sky conference games where the uninitiated dare not tread. 

Don’t mess with Monte

March Madness, though, is something that everybody participates in.  For example, I don’t know a thing about the personal life of the 43-year-old secretary in my office.  I’m surprised I even know her name.  But I know that last year she picked Butler to go to the Final Four in her bracket.  Like most obsessive sports fans I know, I tolerate discussing March Madness with non-sports fans with a grudging politeness, nodding as they make ignorant statement after ignorant statement and hoping it will all end soon.  No more!  Here are some things I plan on saying to the ignorant non-sports fans who dare discuss March Madness with me this year.

Joe Lunardi is always wrong (and is basically a white-collar criminal)

Joe Lunardi and his “bracketology” have become ubiquitous during the college basketball season.  So much so that people have gone from viewing his bracketology projections as a fun exercise intended to spark discussion and educate people on the tournament selection process to viewing them as Gospel.  “Lunardi has us as a three seed in Cleveland this week, better look into flights.”  “Lunardi has us matched up with Duke in the sweet 16, I can’t wait!”  NO.  When Lunardi says these things, he isn’t predicting what will actually happen.  He is doing a mock selection process to give fans a rough idea of (a) where their team stands and (b) what might be going through the heads of the selection committee.  Lunardi doesn’t help the misconception that he is a fortune-teller by being an insufferable douche on television and in his columns.  But the biggest proof that Lunardi doesn’t know the future is how he gets a leaked version of the REAL bracket from the selection committee before it is announced on TV, and then “updates” his “predictions” to match what the selection committee has decided.  Seriously, he does that every year with a straight face.  If you get inside information about a corporation and use that knowledge to your benefit on the stock market you get sent to prison for insider trading.  I’m not saying Joe Lunardi should be indicted for being a douche, but if you want to forward this blog post to the Securities and Exchange Commission I won’t stand in your way.

People who brag about victories on alternate brackets are scum

Obama explaining to Andy Katz why he is scum

Everybody loves to talk about how great they are doing in their bracket pool or about a great upset they picked.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  But there is something wrong with filling out 10 different brackets and acting like you are Joe Fucking Lunardi when you happened to pick an improbable first round upset or Cinderella run to the sweet 16 in one of them.  You see, for obsessive sports fans, the bracket is serious business.  We agonize over our selections.  We analyze the stats, the rosters, the head to head match-ups, the star player’s relationship status on facebook.  We might fill out an alternate bracket or two, but we know that bragging about obscure victories is verboten.  If someone brags to you about an alternate bracket, put it to them this way:  would you go to a roulette table at a casino, put down chips on all of the numbers, and then celebrate when you inevitably hit one? Use that perfect analogy, or just call them scum.

Real fans are doing NIT brackets this year

The above statement is patently false. But this is a card you can play to really put a non-sports fan in their place.  The NIT was once a premier tournament almost on par with the NCAA tournament.  Decades of expansion by the NCAA tournament have left the current NIT as a forgotten also-ran.  People only watch the NIT if their team is unfortunate enough to have been invited, and possibly not even then.  So Mr. or Ms. Non-sports fan comes up to you excited to talk about his or her bracket and how great March Madness is, and you reply that the NIT is where the real action is.  Pretty much anyone can (and does) fill out a bracket for the NCAA tournament.  Filling out NIT brackets is only for the true diehard fans of the game of college basketball.  They’ll walk away from you crestfallen and will be afraid to talk about sports (or anything) with you ever again.  Until their fantasy football draft.

March 8th, 2011

The Hamsterdam Guide to Government Auctions

I’m not sure about you, readers, but I’ve been leery about the recovery of the American economnomnomy. Yes, the Dow Jones has crept back up, but it still seems like we’re a long way from making it rain on other countries again. Homes sales are down throughout the country, federal, state, and local governments are running huge deficits, and Britney's still probably a good two years away from once again dominating the pop charts. Truly a gloomy period in American history.

Angry about the economy? Call your congressman and tell them it’s Britney, bitch.

But just because times are rough doesn’t mean you can’t make that dollar go father. A good way to do this is to live with your parents and suckle on their steady income teet until you’re, say, 41. Another, slightly cooler way is to check out a government auction.

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March 7th, 2011

Men are Stupid and Women are the Worst.

If there’s one thing I hate it’s everything.  Under this umbrella of “everything” is the discussion of the differences between men and women.  I’m not sure there is anything more tedious than reading about how men masturbate differently or how women react to bad news depending on their menstrual cycle and the moon’s orbit.  Obviously, since I hate the discussion of gender studies, I will write 700 words about it.

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March 4th, 2011

Film School: What to do if your underdog team of misfits is headed to the big game

You may encounter situations in your life for which there is no possible preparation. Luckily, movies are a great substitute for real-life experience. In Film School, we look at what television and movies can teach us about these unexpected scenarios. 

Due to a series of poor decisions on your part, you may one day find yourself forced to coach a team of ragtag little losers as they struggle to compete in a sport that they’re not good at and you don’t like. Oh well, children’s sports seasons aren’t that long, just wait out the series of humiliating defeats until your community service/professional/family obligations are satisfied. 

But then the stakes are raised. A side bet of some kind is made. Something important is on the line. Now you need to transform these nerds and fatties into a team of winners. What do you do? As always, let’s turn to Hollywood for the answers.

So many reluctant coaches. So many terrible children to whip into shape. 

Hockey: The Mighty Ducks

"Hahaha…we’re terrible."

Summary: Emilio Estevez, otherwise known as Charlie Sheen’s less-winning, less-bleach snorting brother, stars as defense attorney and jerk (you can tell from the slicked back hair) Gordon Bombay. When he’s arrested for drunk driving, he’s sentenced to coach the local PeeWee hockey team because he’s clearly a great role model who, if anything, should be spending more time around children. 

When he meets the team, he realizes that they have no equipment, no uniforms, no hockey skills and no believing in themselves. So he gives them all of that. 

"My confidence now outweighs my abilities ten-fold! I feel like I could be governor of Alaska right now."

He gets his lawyer boss, Mr. Ducksworth (ha!), to sponsor the team in order to get them uniforms and equipment, and they henceforth become the Ducks. Then he gets the team to believe in themselves by…gerrymandering the districts so that he can steal the star player from another team. 


"Wow, that’s a real dick move, Coach."

The team, now armed with someone who can actually play hockey, goes on to beat their arch nemesis the Hawks. The Hawks, coincidentally, happened to be Gordon’s team when he played PeeWee hockey. It was their mean coach that made Gordon feel so badly about missing a penalty shot that he gave up hockey forever and was forced to become a rich attorney instead. But with the Hawks and their evil coach soundly defeated, the curse is lifted and Gordon decides to quit his job and try out for a minor league hockey team. What an inspirational and misguided career move. 

Lesson Learned: No matter how good your uniforms look or how much believing in yourselves you do, you are going to need at least one kid who can actually play the sport at hand. Think one player can’t make that much of a difference? Ask the Cleveland Cavaliers. 

And when you have to bench a terrible kid or two to make room for the talent, just explain to these kids that if your team wins, everyone gets a trophy whether they played or not. If these kids are as bad at life as they are at sports, they’re going to need to learn the art of coattail riding. Teach them young. 

Soccer: Ladybugs

Can we all take a moment to appreciate what the extras in the background are wearing? The early nineties were truly the golden age of fashion. 

Summary: Rodney Dangerfield plays Chester, a man so desperate for a promotion that he tries to get on his boss’ good side by pretending to share his love of soccer. But he does such a good job pretending that his boss pressures him into coaching his daughter’s soccer team, the Ladybugs. If they win the season, Chester could get that promotion. Yup, just how regular business is done. Has anyone in Hollywood actually had a job before?

Chester quickly learns that the team is terrible. With his promotion riding on the success of this girls soccer team (again, what?), he convinces his girlfriend’s son, Matthew, to dress up as a girl and join the team. 

Jonathan Brandis, R.I.P.

"Martha" turns out to be the star player and helps turn the team around, even becoming close friends with the boss’ daughter. But when Chester’s girlfriend finds out about the situation, she  makes Matthew quit the team right before the championship game. Oh no, how can the Ladybugs beat a team of girls if all they have is girls? They can’t, it seems. They’re down by three at the half, when "Martha" shows up to reveal that she is actually a dude. 

After some Crying Game-style puking, everyone is inspired to get back out there and play their hearts out. The Ladybugs win the game, Chester gets his promotion, and the boss’ daughter quickly gets past the whole cross-dressing thing and starts going out with Matthew. 

Lesson Learned: Listen, ladies, we’re good at a lot of things. We can have babies, graduate from college at higher rates than men and make the most delicious sandwiches. But we can’t play sports. We let our emotions get in the way of strategy and our brains aren’t big enough to hold all of the rules. So if you find yourself in charge of coaching a team of girls, you need to find yourself a boy. Preferably one with a delicate bone structure that can put on an unconvincing high-pitched voice.

Football: Little Giants

Summary: Rick Moranis plays Danny O’Shea, who has lived his whole life in the shadow of his brother, Al Bundy, who is a local hero and coach of the town’s PeeWee football team, the Cowboys. But when Danny’s daughter Becky, aka “Icebox,” tries out for the Cowboys, she gets cut from the team even though she’s really good. Al Bundy explains that, because she’s a girl, everyone’s worried that she’ll get stumped by a math problem on the way to a game and miss it. 

After getting cut, Becky convinces her dad to start a new team called “The Little Giants” to include all the kids who were cut from the Cowboys. Unfortunately, PeeWee football operates under the same rules as the Highlander so there can only be one. The two teams decide to compete in a playoff game to determine who will be Urbania’s team. 

The day of the game comes and the whole town shows up to watch for some reason. Apparently Urbania is the most boring place on earth because there is no way all of these people have kids in this game, and who wants to watch children’s sports if you don’t have to? Anyway, the kids play and the Little Giants are losing terribly by halftime. This is partly because Becky, their quarterback, got some pretty sexist advice from her uncle and decided to become a cheerleader instead of playing.

But after an inspirational speech from their coach and Becky’s realization that no amount of spelling words loudly could help her team as much as having an actual quarterback, she joins the team and they come out of halftime ready to win. They pull some trick plays, fake an incident of rabies and fart at the other team. And it works! They win the game. 

Lesson Learned: If you don’t have access to a kid who can actually play or, God forbid, your best player is a girl, then you’re going to need to get creative. Find out what these terrible athletes are good at and figure out how to use those skills to your advantage. Have a nerdy kid on your team? He might be good at strategy. A gassy kid? Point him at the other team and let him fart away. Think outside the box. 

Unrelated lesson: I certainly hope that it’s too late for Hamsterdam readers to learn this lesson, but here’s something to tell your children. Be nice to the tomboys in your class.

Becky “Icebox” O’Shea: Then and now

Of course, it doesn’t always work out that way. I was pretty nerdy back in school, and I grew up to look just as expected.

Good thing I’m funny!

Baseball: The Bad News Bears 

Functional alcoholics make the best role models. 

Summary: Walter Matthau plays Morris Buttermaker, former baseball manager and current drinker, who is recruited to coach a new Little League team, the Bears, that is composed of all of the players that were cut from other teams. After their first game, where the Bears give up 26 runs without recording a single out, Morris realizes the situation calls for drastic measures.

Those drastic measures are to go out and recruit two people who can actually play. With them on their team, the Bears start winning games and, amazingly, make it to the championship. That game turns out to be ruthless, and after watching their opponents’ coach freak out on his own son, Morris decides that what really matters is the love of the game. So he pulls his best players to give the benchwarmers a chance to play and they…lose. Obviously. But they win the league title in fun!

Lesson Learned: Go ahead and ignore the previous rules. Make it about fun, give everyone an equal chance to play, worry about players’ feelings. But know this: you will lose. 

Overall Lesson/tl;dr: Above all else, believe in yourselves. Unless you want to win, in which case, above all else, get some talent on your team. 

March 3rd, 2011

Presumptive Movie Reviews

It’s expensive to see movies.  It’s not expensive to watch the trailers, guess what it’s about and try to review them.  Here’s what’s opening this week.
I hate everything about this trailer.  E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.  I hate that Rango is wearing a Hawaiian shirt.  I hate that it looks like Western.  I hate that he stumbles into the town and then has to become a Sheriff.  I hate that animals are talking.  I hate that it’s animated.  I hate that Johnny Depp is talking.  I hate that it’s going to be released in several thousand theaters.  I hate that children will like it.  I hate the name “Rango.”  I hate foreigners.  I hate that this movie will be released on DVD and children will watch it many times over because parents don’t want to hear their kids talk.  I hate the sequel.  I hate that I hate it so much.  I hate that money will exchange hands so people will watch.  I hate Rango.

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March 3rd, 2011

The Current Events Combine!

We just had what was the 7-layer burrito of weekends, complete with all the intestinal discomfort you could ask for.

Yes, folks, the NFL combine sailed into the harbor with its flag at full mast, and I was there, ready to receive the shipment.

"Wait, Mr. nomics!" you whine, in that nagging voice you can’t help but use, "There were a lot of important things happening in the world this past week! Riots in the Middle East! Wisconsin budget battles! The Oscars!" Seriously, your voice is like fingernails in a pencil sharpener.

But you make a compelling point. There are very, very few things less productive than sitting back and evaluating potential career paths of huge, muscular men based on a bench press or a high jump. So let’s go a little bit country, and a little bit rock & roll on this one. The Current Events Combine!

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February 28th, 2011

I’m Starting a Cult, Who Wants In?

I finished reading "Helter Skelter" over the weekend.  Pretty cool book if you enjoy the feeling of hating humanity.  However, it has given me the genius idea that I need to start a cult as soon as possible (ASAP).

What I like about cults is the brainwashing aspect.  People make brainwashing out to be some horrible thing but if you really aren’t a fan of your brain, is washing cleaning it necessarily a bad thing?  I say no.  You say yes?  YOU DARE DEFY ZOD!?!?!  

Sorry, I got ahead of myself.

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February 26th, 2011

Hamsterdam’s Official 2011 Guide to the Academy Awards Sponsored by Visa and Reebok

February 25th, 2011

Presumptive Movie Reviews

It’s expensive to see movies.  It’s not expensive to watch the trailers, guess what it’s about and try to review them.  Here’s what’s opening this week.
Hall Pass 
The Farrelly Brothers made some classics, There’s Something About Mary is a top 5 comedy, and they have a string of other movies that I cherish.  This sure does look like one I will cherish as well!  It has all the makings of things I enjoy: Pam from The Office, Owen Wilson, the other couple, guys being stupid, chain restaurant jokes, guys being into sex more than anything, Joy Baaaayhaaaht, and….wait a second!  These are things I liked in 2006!  It’s still 2006, right?  2006 takes five years because it’s a leap half-decade so this movie and casting and premise is a great amalgamation of things I love, currently, in 2006.  How about that new Danity Kane record?  They’ll have some staying power!  As will this movie, that will finally prove that men only think with their dicks, even when they are married and in their 30s with very attractive wives who are always incredibly wise and way better from an ethical standpoint than any man could ever be.  I’m going to drink some Vitamin Water!

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