Since I am an avid football fan and a fantasy football player, (currently number 1 in my league) I am going to share my football picks each week here on my blog. Now picks really have nothing to do with fantasy football since that is based mostly on individual in-game stats, but I just thought it might be fun to see how I do throughout the season on picks alone.
Below is a list of matchups and in bold will be my pick the week:
Oakland at Buffalo
Green Bay at Carolina
Arizona at Washington
Baltimore at Tennessee
Seattle at Pittsburgh
Jacksonville at N.Y. Jets
Chicago at New Orleans
Kansas City at Detroit
Cleveland at Indianapolis
Tampa Bay at Minnesota
Dallas at San Francisco
Cincinnati at Denver
San Diego at New England
Houston at Miami
Philadelphia at Atlanta
St. Louis at N.Y. Giants
There are many comparisons on the internet that date back to the inception of fantasy football that it is nothing more than Dungeons and Dragons for jocks. However, while sports is usually associated with jocks, the fantasy football game itself is separate from that, and saying that it is just for jocks implies that geeks don’t play sports, geeks aren’t spectators of sports, and geeks don’t like sports. Conversely it reinforces that stereotype that jocks aren’t smart, nor do the have any interests outside of their sporting life. Both of those images between jocks and geeks are simply not always the case, and poor generalizations.
Which brings it back to the topic at hand, fantasy football. Some may question its value as a game and a worthwhile pastime. Some may say that only jocks would know enough about the game and its players to be any good at it. But just like any other game out there, you have rules and strategies that you can apply to it. You don’t have to have ever played actual football to enjoy and win at fantasy football. You just have to have a love for the game, a love for statistics, and a competitive spirit. Those are qualities that exist in both geeks and jocks alike when you are talking about sports. Fantasy football offers the chance for us all to be competitive together and with each other, instead of one side being in the game, and the other side just cheering on. It gives a person the chance to take an active interest in a lot more that is happening on the field than just whether or not their favorite team is winning.
I am a huge fantasy football player. I love sports, but especially football. Being a girl, I have never played the game, but still I love the excitement of watching it. I love the intensity that the players bring to the field. I think of them as gladiators; warriors going into battle with every thing they have, putting every thing on the line to win. I can remember sitting next to my grandfather on Sundays, while he would watch the games with two TVs on top of each other (before there was a thing called picture-in-picture). Now I get to share that love of the game with other fans, and not just cheering for my favorite team, or going to watch it live. I get to be invested, like I would be invested in the outcome of any game play. Yes, you can be into sports, and still retain your geek cred. Yes, fantasy football may be like D&D; you choose your warriors to go into battle for you each week. And just like D&D, geeks and girls play it a lot.
I don’t think it is easy for anyone to let go of things. We believe what we believe and sometimes the emotions attached to those beliefs are so strong that we can’t see anything else but what we feel. I know that sounds very ambiguous, and maybe a bit more introspective than I would like to be, but it is still very true, nonetheless.
Mini me started first grade yesterday. It was a hard thing for me to allow her to ride the bus. I have walked her to the stop each day, taken her picture, and watched her get on the bus before leaving. It took everything I had in me not to follow the bus to school and make sure that she got to class alright, but I knew that I needed to hold back that much because I don’t want her to become so dependent on me that she can not think for herself. Still, in a world of Jaycee Dugards, I think it is important to be as vigilant as we possibly can.
It’s hard knowing when and where to let go. When we go to a new place or meet someone for the first time, Mini me is apprehensive, and clings to me as if she wants to hide under my skirts (if I wore those. LOL. I prefer jeans and tees). I don’t want her to be like that, because I know truthfully that is not her. She is a very confident young girl, who is extremely articulate for her age. Yet, I see her pacing herself, and restricting herself, and I wonder if maybe that is my fault.
Maybe I am too affectionate with her, maybe she is too dependent on my reassurance. Either way, I turned to the sources of my reassurance, my mother and my grandmother, and they both gave me the same granule of wisdom; learn to let go. Learn when to hold back, learn when to step back, learn when to be quiet, learn when to listen, learn when to watch, and learn when to let go of the hand that is holding yours.
When Mini me and I go out, we always hold hands. I think it is instinctive for the both of us. She reaches for my hand, and I reach for hers. It is just common for a me to want to hold her hand and for her to want to hold mine. Now, I don’t know if it’s me who needs my hand held more, or if it’s her. All I know, is that when I have it, I don’t want to let go.
The recent news about DC firing nearly all of their female staff has been disturbing to me. Do I think that it was a gender based firing? No, I just think that corporations don’t readily consider things like “We need to look for and retain female talent.” I honestly believe that when the execs looked at the numbers they went “Oh Crap! We just may have alienated a large portion of our reader base.” Their response on their official blog is consistent with that line of thinking.
I guess the question is, do we punish DC for not thinking along gender lines when they began this quest to reshape their company and their catalog? With the release of 52 new issue number 1s in the next few weeks, they are taking a big risk in trying to rejuvenate their fanbase with the potential of alienating hard core fans.
But hard core fans don’t keep companies afloat in hard times.
Even though I am dismayed by the lack of female representation in DC’s workplace, I’m still a DC girl at heart, and I am just a little bit excited at the possibility of starting over, and getting back into the storylines. However, I think people should look at this as an opportunity to discover more independent artists and comic book creators.
We can’t just look to the mainstream for solutions as to why there aren’t that many female artists being published. We can’t just blame the mainstream for there not being enough strong female lead characters. We need to seek out and support the struggling artists that are out there so that the mainstream can’t ignore them.
I remember I was excited to go to school that morning. The first teacher was going to be launched into space and our class was going to watch the tape of the launch (VCRs were all the rage back then). I remember going by the classroom during morning recess just to see if maybe I could catch a glimpse of the footage before the entire class, and that was when I saw my teacher crying. She told me about how there was an accident, and the astronauts didn’t make it into space.
It was later at home when it was all over the news that I saw the Challenger shuttle explosion footage that is so infamous now. The failed launch became the face of NASA for a long time as the investigation into why the shuttle exploded after take off dominated the headlines. However, as a nation we healed, like we always do. It wasn’t the first tragedy that NASA had suffered in its tenure, and it unfortunately wouldn’t be the last. It’s the one I remember as a child, and the benchmark for my “Where were you when…”
However, it is not how I remember the shuttle program. When I think about it, I think about it fondly, and I like to remember the history making milestones that the program gave us. Like the first American woman in space, Dr. Sally Ride, who joined NASA in 1977, and was a part of two successful missions on the space shuttle Challenger. Also the first Black American woman in space, Dr. Mae Jemison, who flew into space on Endeavour. Both women went on to inspire many other little girls by showing that being a female astronaut was an attainable goal, and not just a pipe dream.
We are not just saying goodbye to the shuttle program, but we are starting to look forward again, and beyond. We haven’t had a vehicle able to transport Americans to the moon since the retiring of the Apollo space program in 1972. The retiring of the shuttle program means we are beginning to dream again, and dream big. We are not just stopping at the moon this time. Plans are to build a permanent base there, and then human exploration of Mars. For years deep space exploration has been the stuff of sci-fi, and now we are finally on the right track again to make it a reality.
Mission to Mars won’t be just a lame sci-fi flick anymore. I’ll be able to add it to my “Where were you when…” collection, and hopefully share the experience of watching a Mars landing on TV with my daughter, like my mother shares the 1963 lunar landing with her mother.
I will be the first one to tell you that the justice system in the US has its flaws. However, it has never been more apparent than with the recent acquittal of Casey Anthony in the death of her 2 year old daughter Caylee.
I don’t understand how the jury could convict her on the perjury charges, and not on the murder charges. She lied to the police about what happened for weeks. If she was innocent, and it was an accidental death like they say, then why lie?
As a mother, could never imagine harming a child, especially my own. I may joke around and tell people I will sell her for cheap, but in all honesty that is my baby, and I couldn’t fathom going on living if she weren’t in the world. Casey Anthony never seemed like a distraught or remorseful mother. She never appeared to have that anguished look that a mother has when you know your child is hurt or missing. In fact, most of the time she looked glib.
Well, I guess there is some justice in this world, because now she is so infamous and hated by the American public that she can’t even get a job in porn. You know it is bad, and you are damaged goods when even the only recession proof industry in the world wont even touch you with a ten foot stripper pole.
I started blogging as GeekGirl World over 2 years ago. My mission then was to show people that you could be a girly girl and still be into geeky things. Growing up, I was a closet geek. Only my family and close friends knew that I collected figurines, read comics, and that I was a Batman fanatic.
As I got older, I began to let my geek flag fly. Working in tech support and IT departments, I was often the only girl in a sea of guys. Sometimes I would find it difficult to be taken seriously, because one minute I could be talking about my favorite pair of heels and then the next minute I would be troubleshooting the network. Geeks aren’t supposed to care about what is in style for the fall, or what color palette goes the best with their face.
Or are they?
I’m a girl, and I like being a girl. I like looking sexy, getting my hair and nails done, wearing heels, and make-up. The size of my chest and the size of my brain are pretty relative. Both are large! My reasons for GeekGirl World are pretty much the same now as they were when I came up with the idea 2 years ago. It’s just now, I have a larger site, and others who share a similar vision to help me with it.
I want people to feel proud that they are geeks, and change the connotation of the word from something awkward and shameful, to something more celebratory. Be confident in the fact that you know what color the sky is on the planet Gallifrey.