We sometimes get too playoff centric in this town when it comes to our sports teams. If the Steelers don’t win the Super Bowl it was a “failed season.” If the Penguins don’t win the Cup it’s a “failed season.”

Altruism, engage!

Forget that stuff for a while and watch what Sidney Crosby is doing right now. Enjoy the shit out of it, people. He’s got 24 points in 11 games. 11 of the last 12 goals the Penguins have scored have come with Crosby on the ice. His pass to Jake Guentzel last night was sublime (this is all as of 3/6/19). If you love sports, and the distraction that it can provide, then I suggest you turn the TV on every time the Penguins play from now until the end of the season. If they don’t win the Cup, you’ll still have gotten to watch Crosby on the top of his game, night in and night out. 

–Last month I was in Denver for my buddy’s wedding. I was the best man. The night before the ceremony / reception I drank waaaaaaay too much. A combination of whiskey and tequila is not for the faint of heart. Prior to turning in for the night, one of the bridesmaids was practicing cartwheels in a hotel hallway. I figured I’d give it a try. Guys, I can’t do cartwheels. My doctor says that I have a grade-2 sprain of the AC joint. Don’t drink and do gymnastics, kids.

–The Antonio Brown situation seems like it’s coming to an end. AB is expected to be traded before March 17th. Thank God. There’s nothing better for the talk radio industry than a player flying off the deep end. We’ve examined AB’s scenario intellectually, and we’ve also had our fair share of fun with it. But I’m tired. It’s time for him to move on, the team to move on, and me to move on. He’s going to be a Raider, FYI. Book it. 

How It Works!

How Do-Goodery Works

–As I mentioned, last month we travelled to Denver for five days. We just moved into a new house. I spent the better part of the last two months painting and carrying boxes. I’ve had plenty on my mind. I’ve found that my panic attacks aren’t present when there’s actual shit going down. No, I get my panic attacks in the weirdest moments. My wife and I were in Ireland two years ago. It was tranquil. Beautiful. Relaxing. One night in our B & B, I broke into a cold sweat and lost my mind for a few minutes. It seems to happen more in moments of stasis than when there is a bunch going on. 

–St. Patrick’s Day is in a few weeks. It’s always amazing to me how excited people get for the holiday. I’m Irish. I will have a few pints. It wasn’t THAT long ago, though, that being Irish was something you’d get discriminated against for in this country. Now it’s something to be celebrated. If only every race and nationality could be accepted, like, instantly and we could skip the decades of intolerance. There’s still much work to be done.