Tossing the proverbial and literal pigskin.

Showing proof of life.

Hey friends, hope you’re doing well. It’s been awhile since we’ve updated this thing and we’re sorry for that. We do miss blasting you folks with inane life updates and various media we’re into but unfortunately, Kevin and I have been busy actually touching grass. We have been — gasp — offline.

If you’re still looking for content and culture recommendations, we may or may not get back to that eventually. Kevin and I still talk — like friends do, much less so like two people who are supposedly running their own publication. We occasionally attempt, operative word “attempt”, to workshop ideas and they (obviously) have not come to fruition yet. In our heart of hearts, we hope to eventually revive this cold, dead blog.

Send us $500. It’d be a good start.

I committed a sin and traded the pen for the mic. Caleb and I have started shooting the shit about the NFL and it’s going up in all its (mostly) unedited glory on YouTube every week now. That’s right: the Snap Count is now an audio-visual experience. What a world.

All jokes aside, I think podding is the ideal format for us and for what we’re talking about. If you wanted to read about advanced stats and graphs with R squared values on average air yards in Week 1 games, there are better places to do that. (Literally, Neil Paine has a great blog for that and wrote about exactly that this week.)

If you’re into football, please continue supporting us by listening in and sending us hate mail. Approximately negative four people listen to us talk about football. Dial 999, it’s a good time.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Jessica Pratt recently. “Get Your Head Out” resonates with me on a deep, spiritual level. Listening to it makes me think it’s okay that things aren’t okay. Sometimes, the journey is the destination.

Life In the Pitch is definitely gonna go down as one of my albums of the year. Rest in peace Sergio Mendes.

I don’t recall if I ever told Kevin this, which is funny because he’s the literal only person who would care to know, but….

I got a new watch! I’ve gained some mild notoriety in my group of running friends for not using or owning a heart rate monitor. I don’t have any strong feelings for or against having the data at my fingertips but at this point, it’s more of an abstract preference for the vibes. I made it this far and have made this much progress running without it. The watch also makes me feel less weird about my naked arms.

If you’re reading, hope you’re doing well. Times are hard. Be nice to animals, say hi to your neighbors, drink your coffee black, buy that sweet treat, get a good sleep.