Last Outpost

We all know the mantra, because it’s true:  baseball isn’t America’s favorite pastime anymore, that title belongs to (American) football.  Based on the way it’s portrayed in our media and supported with larger and larger chunks of our collective incomes you could be forgiven for mistaking it for a national religion. But I’m having a harder time than ever justifying support of this sport.  Between the insatiable greed present at its uppermost levels and an undercurrent of violence leading to an epidemic of brain injuries that has largely been swept under the rug, is supporting this sport moral? Full disclosure:  it may be easier for me to write pessimistically about football, as my favorite teams are hard to root for.  My Houston Texans are mired in perpetual mediocrity thanks to a mixture of poor draft choices and bad luck (my hometown Colts aren’t any better).  On the rare occasions I see them on TV it’s usually a massive disappointment.  As for m...

OK, I usually write with varying effectiveness about somewhat serious topics in my blog posts.  Not this time (by the way, the title is a non-sequitur reference to a Futurama episode that sounded cool for a post about zippy cars).  After driving the same ride for almost 10 years I decided to finally take the plunge and buy a new whip.  I test drove more cars than I planned, partially to be thorough and also I became slightly addicted to it.  I'm going to pretend I'm a "journalist" for Jalopnik (but hopefully with better proof-reading) and write about all the cars I drove.  Along the way I'll be splicing in stupid Fast & Furious memes because I still have the mental maturity of a 14 year old.  3 people may read this.  0 will probably find it enlightening.  Enjoy! Meme stolen from the interweb, probably created by some 12-yr-old.  Let the recollection of excessive test drives begin! VW GTI I started my journey with a trip to the H...