This is kind of long, but I think – and hope – that it’ll head somewhere. Bear with me.
If you’re reading this, you probably already know that I write about Cal football at a couple different places, working as a reporter and eye on the scene for one, and contributing whatever I can – recruit analysis, opinions, breaking news – for the other. I’ve been very fortunate to do so, mostly because between them, BI and CGB have allowed me to regularly cover the team and program I’ve loved since childhood.
But that same love – word up to Macklemore, I guess – makes writing complicated, at times, becoming another thing to juggle in between taps at my keyboard. Still, I do my best to keep the Yale Blue shades off when I work, and remain level-headed and unemotional in my actual writing, regardless of whatever it is. 
Now, with all that being said, allow me, if you will, to put them back on, and write strictly as a fan, over the next…however many words it takes me to finish this. Of course, what I’m about to say will shock very few people, but with a portion of the fanbase already beginning to sour on Sonny before he has even coached a game, I do want to say again…
I believe in Coach Dykes. Continue reading
This post is going to touch some different things, but I think it’s all related. If you just want what I think about the movie itself, skip the first couple paragraphs and start reading at the bottom. I’ll also preface what follows by admitting I’m not a heavy comic book reader, but that I think I have a decent grasp on the characters/culture.
Again, this is opinion. I do not claim to be an expert, nor do I want to position myself as one on this topic. This is just what I think.
With the recent slew of super-powered silver screeners, it is fairly easy to overlook and forget about Clark Kent, the man who originated many of the abilities standard to other heroes now. Let’s put it this way – if the DC and Marvel universes were crammed into an ice cream shop, Superman would probably be vanilla; iconic, but safe and familiar.
Now, to restate that more clearly – and without the aid of a convoluted analogy – Superman has, I think, an image problem. Despite a character ripe with storytelling potential, the mental impression I have of him is anything but – throughout my childhood, Superman has traditionally been depicted as overpowered and untouchable, to the point of near-blandness. Though I have personal reasons for Kal-El being my favorite superhero, I can imagine that many people prefer, say, Batman, or Spidey, precisely because of what I just pointed out. It’s hard to identify to and relate with a nigh-invulnerable alien immigrant, whose main weakness is a glowing green rock. [And magic, too, but less people know about that one.] Continue reading
For the last 10 years, the 360 and its predecessor have been mainstays in my living room – they’ve been my gateways into virtual universes, full of aliens, demons, and a whole host of other creatures I’ve slayed. Many of my fondest gaming accomplishments have come in front of a Microsoft gaming console – shout out to Rock Band’s Endless Setlist – and many an hour lost to them. Retry after retry on Ninja Gaiden, co-op treks through Gears of War, Dynasty mode in NCAA…shit, I still remember how my dad gave my brother and I our original Xbox – he hid pieces of it in our beds for us to find later. Continue reading