I’m trying to keep postings a weekly thing, but writing this paper for my creative non-fiction class took up most of my free time this week. I’m doing my San Bruno pipeline fire experience, which reminded me what a crazy fuckin’ year that was. That devastating fire, living at that Embassy Suites in South San Francisco for a bit with like two pairs of clothes, just a bizarre time for me; even tougher for the victims who got the worst of it. So, as I’m trying to put all that into an essay that I’ll post here when I clean it up and turn in the final draft, I want to say well wishes to those victims a few days after the anniversary.

Aside from that, some sports and other stuff:

I’ll be the first to tell you “it’s always a good time at the ballpark”; win, lose, or draw, grabbing a dog and beer at the game is timeless. But holy hell the Giants “played” a shitty one last night: 3 hits total and ugly pitching from the orange and black, coupled with both teams displaying considerably lame defense. It was just a tough watch all around. I get it, the season’s done and like half the park was filled, but let’s look like we give a damn, huh? If not for me – the stupidly loyal fan – then for Boch.

Well, if they can’t get him the 2000th win at home, getting it at Fenway doesn’t sound terrible. But following the cellar-dwelling Buck-oh’s are fellow bottom feeders, the Marlins, so. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? I have to mention that for the first time in like 22 years of Giants games, section 315, row 1 finally was the lucky row of the game for free stuff. $50 total in gift cards for me and dad. Maybe I’ll buy a jersey, but best believe if I do, a Brandon’s last name won’t be on the back of it.

The other orange-colored bunch I unfortunately root for also stunk it up, as the Brownies and all their hype looked like the typical Brownies we know and love on Sunday. I won’t try to disguise myself as this huge football fanatic because I’m just finally in the process of becoming one with that whole world, but even I can tell you how bad that was. Baker’s got the weapons and the talent, but the guy was running for his life the whole game; can’t be dangerous without any protection. The Jets are already hobbled with injuries (mono is a new one I haven’t heard before), so dear God let that be the cakewalk it should be.

Best game one by far was Saints-Texans; caught it at a local Pho spot near school oddly, so if anyone ever suggests Pho and football to you, don’t knock it ’til you try it.

In Lakers news, LeBron lost out on the Taco Tuesday thing. Can’t have everything, King. The video of him punishing people at the Lakers’ practice facility was cool though. Patiently awaiting the drama of the NBA season, although AB has given us plenty to snack on recently.

I mean holy. But I’ll leave that for another possible post.

Two movies I caught recently were Godzilla: King of the Monsters and IT: Chapter Two.

Godzilla was tight. I think the 2014 Brian Cranston one had too much humans. What I mean by that is, the usual trope with these Godzilla movies splits the movie between the monster melee we all want, and the bullshit science and personal human crap we don’t. Which makes sense, because the big guy just trashing everything and everyone isn’t much of a movie. But the 2014 version tried too hard. This one had the human aspect, but they didn’t try too hard to make their problems equal to the larger one at hand, which is the tag-team wrestling match of Godzilla and Mothra vs. King Ghidorah and Rodan occurring a block from Fenway Park. Good battle sequences and setting the stage for Godzilla vs. King Kong was enough for me to love it, but incorporating the original themes was the best. They had Godzilla’s march in there, Mothra’s theme too. Those nods to the old campy Japanese Godzilla films I grew up watching made me smile. I can’t recall if the 2014 one did that too but, I can at least say this one did it prominently. If you’re a Godzilla buff, you’ll nit-pick but ultimately enjoy. If you’re not, maybe look elsewhere on Prime.

As for IT, another highly entertaining movie. The first one is one of my favorite films of all time, just because all those kids really nailed their roles and Bill Skarsgård is it, literally. This one obviously didn’t have the same humor and feel since it was their adult selves, but pretty strong performances all around, particularly Bill Hader’s older Richie. And the casting, my god. I mean they look exactly like the kids. So definitely a good one.

That’s it for now. Definitely doing a recap of each team’s season for baseball when the time comes, maybe steal Cowherd’s three word review ’cause I love it.

But we’ll see where next week takes us. That is the beauty of sports after all: the story lines are endless.

Cheers.