Ever since the Coronavirus unleashed its plan to colonize our bodies with weapons-grade cooties, the world had been denied the joys of attending live sporting events. Contrarianism, a lack of respect for expertise, and an absence of basic empathy have concocted a heady brew that continues to make attending sports
Hello all. Sebastian Blax here. As many of you may have heard, since my previous Boots on the Ground published piece, "I Just Don't Have a Parole Officer -- A BOTG Experience", I have uprooted from the deserts of Phoenix and moved to the deserts of Las Vegas. Unrelated, you
Despite my recent absence from the site, life goes on.
And one of the things that was on my agenda despite all the horribleness was having tickets to the Valentine's Day taping of "Friday Night Smackdown". The date itself wasn't a problem for WineWife. She hates Valentine's Day, and any attempt
Before I begin the tearing open of this newly made wound, let me say a few things.
1. I thought this game would be tough, I didn't see the Titans fucking winning.
2. I though our loss to the Colts in a divisional game was tough. No fucking way.
3. SHIT FUCK DAMN
(This has been ready for a while, but I saved it for a slow #content day, because why step on others' good writing.)
It’s no secret I enjoy attending sporting events. After all - I sell beer at baseball games. At least five times per year I drive down to Seattle
(I realize this is terribly late, but I promised myself I would post this before I wrote about my recent trip.)
As one of DFO's regular vagabonds, I write about some of my personal adventures. I like to think that it helps people think about planning their own vacations around what
One of the ongoing features that we here at [DFO] will periodically share is our "Boots On The Ground" series. When one of our gifted and talented and no doubt drunk writers journeys to places of note, we like to regale the readers here with photos, tales and remembrances of
Awesome Photoshop courtesy of Low Commander of the Super Soldiers
Ah, the NFL offseason, always filled with optimism, Dan Snyderschadenfraude, and this year, a veritable Who's That? of placekickers taking a ride on the Chicago Bears carousel. Do you remember how last season ended?
I wonder if anyone in Chicago has? Let's take a
There's this guy named James Holzhauer who has recently dominated one of the most beloved shows ever to appear on America's airwaves. (To clarify, for once I am not referring to Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.) He's won over a million dollars in just a few weeks and now holds
If you can't stand the heat, shut the fuck up
When I was 23 years old, I'd moved to Florida with vague ambitions. The 2004 vote was coming up, and I'd doubtlessly join the cause to help the Democrats take back the election. But mostly, I was just going to blow
I went away on vacation this Christmas, and abandoned the site for a couple of weeks. In exchange for that kindness, I promised I would write up a post about said experience. I've been saving it for a day bereft of content. Save for Low Commander's excellent post on his
It has been about 6 months since the last time I attended a Beer Festival of some kind. That's probably a good thing, since I really don't need to shouldn't put my body through that very often. Back in December, this Festival was brought to my attention, and based on the