Weekend Review

Weekend Review Part 2


This is starting to get redundant, but another week and another flag football loss. A frustrating season found some levity this week, mainly because of the clowns we were playing. Our team was devastated by injury, work, and buy one, get one free lift tickets in Mammoth, which has no snow BTW. Down to only 7 players and three guys, we knew the odds were stacked against us, but that did not deter us from having some fun. The other team, also 0-4 and no hope of making the playoffs, did not have the same attitude. They had some doucher calling plays from the sidelines and were constantly yelling at each other for screwing up.

They had a total lack of context and what could’ve been a fun game against two winless teams turned ugly as they looked to take advantage of our depleted roster by employing illegal forward laterals, blocking down field (which is supposed to be illegal), and guys getting their rocks off by exploiting matchups against our extra female player. Needless to say, it almost led to a fight. I did everything I could do get the douchiest of them all to punch me in the face to justify a full fledge brawl, always need to protect yourself legally. Alas, it did not work.

We did find a measure of revenge at the end of the game, when we scored a TD in the final minute then proceeded to bring beer onto the field for the two point conversion, which really got their panties in a bunch and led to an easy two point conversion. Plus wasted enough time to prevent them from scoring again.

Celebrity Beer Pong Tournament

The bigger development from Saturday is that I received two new nicknames. The first, the wordsmith. After deliver one of my many entertaining and perfectly executed innuendos, a friend slipped up and called me the wordsmith. I of course took this to mean that is what all my friends think of me and were just too embarrassed to admit the awe and wonder of my wit.

Unfortunately, this glorious nickname lasted all of two minutes before our favorite ref, Kenny Rufus, called me geeky shit. The full spiel was “Man you came in the game like Rudy. Looking all geeky shit and then firing the ball all over the field. All unassuming like with those dorky clothes. Got yourself a cannon.” Needless to say, geeky shit is the one that stuck, but to be honest, it was also one of the greatest compliments of my life, so I’ll take it.

I don't care if you were my childhood hero, no way I'm letting you get away with blatant cheating.

I don’t care if you were my childhood hero, no way I’m letting you get away with blatant cheating.

Plus, after donning me with my new nickname, he proceeded to invite us to his beer pong tournament down in Huntington Beach, where his boy Chris Conte will be participating. Now, this is a great opportunity for a Bears’ fan. Yes, admittedly, we hate on Conte from the couch, a lot. But that is part of being a fan, sitting on our lazy asses yelling at world class athletes for failing to do something in a game that would break us in half after one play. I look forward to meeting him and apologizing for all the sports hate that I’ve spewed at him over the last couple years. I feel guilty. Plus if he plays beer pong like he tackles, then he’ll be missing a lot of cups. Sorry, Chris, just trying to get it out of my system before we meet.

P.S. Kenny, not sure if you were serious with your invitation, but we’re definitely showing up.

Citizenship Party

Saturday night ended with a party celebrating our good friend Lauren Fay becoming a citizen of the United States. Our favorite Sensational Scot is now an American. We’re very proud of her accomplishment, but it got me thinking, why isn’t citizenship something we have to renew, like our driver’s license.

Let's see this guy answer, "Who is next in line after the Vice President to become President?"

Let’s see this guy answer, “Who is next in line after the Vice President to become President?”

Being born here shouldn’t mean that we never have to prove our self worth to our country. It would help weed out all of our useless citizens who don’t vote and all things lie “Jaywalking” to happen. Our country would be a lot better off if we made ignorant fucks take exams to prove they should be citizens. Many people like to rant against immigrants coming to our country and taking our jobs, well why not prove that you’re more American by taking the same exams they do in order to maintain your citizenship? I have a feeling we’ll have a whole new perspective on the matter.


This weekend brought friend of the Millennial Man, Brian Fadem to LA. Fadem works for one of our favorite companies, the WWE, and is in town for Monday Night Raw tonight. He hooked us up with tickets for which we cannot thank him enough. Even better we got to go to lunch on Uncle Vinny Mac.

It is a special treat to have your lunch bought by a billionaire. But the real treat is just being able to have him roll through LA a few times a year. These past few years after college would be a great time to have a job that involves travel. It allows for seeing different parts of the country, which is informative. We also have a lot of friends spread across the country and it would allow us to see them a few times a year without breaking the bank or using all of our credit card miles. I often wonder if I should’ve looked for a job that involves travel, but then again I look out my window and see sunshine and 60 degree weather, so I’m satisfied.


The Weekend Review


Friday I grabbed dinner at local Caribbean BYOB  hot spot Cha Cha Chicken. Anyone who lives or travels to Los Angeles needs to make it a priority to go and preferably with a large group of friends. It is located on Pico and Ocean in Santa Monica and is the perfect Friday night dinner.

Escape reality and get a taste of the Caribbean at Cha Cha Chicken

Escape reality and get a taste of the Caribbean at Cha Cha Chicken

First, it has a great vibe with Caribbean decor that gives it a nice authentic feel and is very relaxing after a long week of work. Two, it has the best jerk sauce on this planet. In fact forget limiting it to the best jerk sauce, it is the best sauce period. I’m a sriracha addict. There is nothing that I wouldn’t pour it all over. But I would give up sriracha forever to get a lifetime supply of Cha Cha jerk sauce. Sounds a lot dirtier than I expected. Third, it is BYOB. Any restaurant gets bumped up a star on my yelp reviews when it allows me to bring my own alcohol. Plus there is no limit to what you can bring, beer, wine, a bottle of rum, moonshine, absinthe, etc. It is all welcomed at Cha Cha.

This is how Friday nights should be spent, but as much as I love Cha Cha I know there are other fun restaurants that are just waiting to be checked out. My new goal is to start Friday nights with a group dinner at a new restaurant every week. After a long week I want to see great friends, eat delicious food, share some laughs, and enjoy a few drinks. Dinners always seem more expensive than pre-gaming and going to the bars, but anyone who has woke up with a massive hangover, then checked his or her credit card statements knows that a night out can become extremely expensive.

Hhhhmmm, Jerk Sauce!

Hhhhmmm, Jerk Sauce!

It is a fun, and relaxing way to wind down from the week and transition into the weekend. Plus it allows time for more activities after dinner, the night is still young. Anyone who still wants to go out and hit the bars has time, just remember last call is 1:30 in LA, and dinner served as a pre-game. It is Oscar season, so anyone interested in catching up on all the movies has time to catch a late screening. The group can also find a fun activity to follow up dinner with like bowling, game night, or karaoke. Especially if you’re in Korea Town and BYOB karaoke.

It doesn’t have to become an official club, but you can bet that I’ll be calling it one since I’ve been ostracized from a myriad of clubs in my life. Just make an effort to do it every once in awhile, as it will help to maintain and strengthen friendships.


It is painful to be repeating myself, but another flag football game, another loss. This week we ran into the top team in our conference and the best defense in the league. A bunch of long, athletic dudes combined with a group of girls who came right from a cross-fit class who could all kick my ass but I’d kind of like it. I really should’ve gotten their numbers.

These boys had the right attitudes.

These boys had the right attitudes.

We were barely able to avoid the naked lap with a late touchdown pass that was nearly intercepted. It was a difficult game, but also an inspiring one as it is time to go all Major League on this bitch. From this point forward, Arian Foster’s Children is going to be the most reckless, drunk, ballsy, and badass team in the league. It is time to pull out all the stops and run every play ever seen in the movies. It may not lead to victories, but you bet your bottom dollar, Annie, that it will be must see TV.

College Basketball Update

A quick check-in with the tournament now five weeks away. It was a rough weekend in our household as Wisconsin continues its freefall down the rankings and the seed line. Mike was feeling pretty depressed with all the losing this weekend, thankfully his boy Russell came through for him yesterday. And Boston lost a heart breaker at home to Leigh on a last second floater. Notre Dame did beat BC in OT, but it is not enough to wipe of the stink of this year.

Nationally everyone is jumping on the Syracuse bandwagon and while it certainly looks intriguing right now, I still think it is too early and there are too many talented teams that could get healthy down the stretch to buy into a heavy favorite. I’m more confident in selling on Kansas than buying all in on the Orange. Also, Zona is still dangerous despite the loss. Cal is an underrated team and the Pac 12 an underrated conference. My thoughts will expand as we get closer to March.


I woke up to the tragic news of Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s death. I’m going to take a few days before I share my expanded thoughts on his career, but it hurts to lose such a talented guy at such a young age due to a substance abuse problem. The circumstances of his death cannot be ignored as there is no one to blame but him for allowing addiction to take over his life, but it does not change the immense talent he had and the brilliant performances he delivered. Those will live on, but as Woody Allen eloquently says, “I’d rather live on, in my apartment.”

Super Bowl

Everyone is talking about the stinker that masqueraded as the Super Bowl this year. As much as I’d like to brag about picking the Seahawks I really can’t since I did not anticipate them dispatching the Broncos so easily. We’ve been spoiled with a great stretch of Super Bowls over the last six years. The last boring Super Bowl also involved the Seahawks, back in 2006 against the Steelers. The last blow out, anywhere near this proportion was 11 years ago Bucs-Raiders. A similarly dominant defense taking it to the best offense in the league.

Congrats Renee, welcome to my shit list. It's a wonderful place to be.

Congrats Renee, welcome to my shit list. It’s a wonderful place to be.

Despite the lack of competitiveness in the game, the Super Bowl is a ton of fun. It is a great excuse to get together with a group of friends, eat an inordinate amount of food, drink beer, and make ridiculous bets. A bigger disappointment than the game was Renne Flemming coming in way under on the Anthem and not wearing gloves. What the hell Renee? You’re a disgrace to opera singers and should have your Opera card removed.

I’m also disappointed in Michael Crabtree not only not mentioning Sherman in a tweet, but not tweeting at all. For shame, Crabtree, you don’t deserve to call yourself a wide receiver any more. My big wins came from betting hard for Russell Wilson and against my cousin, Peyton Manning. Our prop bet competition was very competitive, unlike the big game, in fact it was so competitive it ended in a three way tie. Again, thanks a lot Renee.

Overall, as disappointing as the game was, it was still a fun time and a reminder of how rare events that connect the nation are. Plus I had a lot of delicious chili and that is never a bad thing.

Weekend Review Part Two


Another week of flag football, another excruciating loss. This one was the tougher than the other two combined. Not only was it a narrow, three point margin of defeat, but it was also to an incredibly douchey team. The starting QB came to play with his Patriots ball cap and full NFL QB knee brace on his leg. Jim Rome’s “softball guy” personified in co-ed flag football form.

I’m pretty sure this guy thought he was going to get scouted by some pro teams. He complained the entire game, like a whiny bitch. He was upset with the refs for blowing calls, his teammates for running the wrong routes, and blowing coverages. And the cherry on top of this douchey ice cream sundae was him Deion Sanders-ing into the end zone as he ran by two women. My advice to that guy, get laid, buddy cause you’re a long way from Sunday. I’m a competitive guy, but it is nice to see an example of what not to become in order to keep things in perspective.

On Saturday I discovered a great new game, Heads Up. An app you can download on your phone that let’s you play a combination of password and charades, while also recording a video of each round.

I talked about adult friendships in part one and this is a great game to play with friends. It creates a fun environment and a ton of laughs. If you do not have it on your phone, then download it now. It covers all social situations and is a great bonding experience, our flag football team watched it after the game on Saturday and it really helped us get over losing to that douche bag.


For everyone who read last week’s Filling the Football Void, you knew that Sunday was the Royal Rumble. It was hotly anticipated in the Millennial Man’s headquarters and our first annual Royal Rumble drinking game was a smashing success.

I drew four of the first five numbers, as well as 14 and 21, so I knew the

The Second City Saint, doing work.

The Second City Saint, doing work.

odds were stacked against me, My only hope was the Second City Savior, CM Punk going the distance from the #1 spot to prevail victorious. The odds were stacked against me, but I knew my fellow Chicagoan was capable of overcoming them. Unfortunately, damn Corporate Kane had other plans and eliminated Punk despite not being in the match . My chances for winning were taken away by “The Man.”

Billy had a great draw. Roman Reigns had the most eliminations by far with 12, breaking the 13 year old record of 11 set by Evil Demonic Kane. He also had the returning paler than an albino Irishman Sheamus, giving him two of the final three participants.

The odds looked good, but it was not meant to be as Dave Batista took home the Rumble and Mike Rosemeyer drew the lucky number of 28. Despite having Fandango get eliminated earlier in the night by a midget in a bull costume named El Torrito, which provided lots of laughs, Mike had the last laugh with the win in this inaugural competition. Congrats to Mike and look forward to next year.

I do not know much about music, so the Grammy Awards are never a top priority for me, but I will say that I was highly entertained by the performances this year. Just seeing Stevie Wonder on stage with Pharell and Daft Punk made the show for me. Excellent show and a ton of fun. Royal Rumble and the Grammys are complete opposites, but both combined for a highly entertaining Sunday night and great cap to the weekend.