There’s been an estimated 107 billion people in the history of the planet. In order for humanity to produce 9 quintillion brackets, each person would be responsible for 84 million brackets in their lifetime. If we assume that the average lifespan of humans over the course of history was 60 years and they produced brackets at a regular interval from birth to death, they would need to produce nearly 4,000 brackets every day of their lives. That’s 162 an hour. That’s a bracket every 2.7 minutes.
That’s a bracket every 162 second of every day of every life of every human that ever walked the earth before we approach a perfect bracket."
— Ryan Chauvin
”I Have a Madness”
But! he promised, you can easily do more than that. For each commission you get, that’s another $500. The commission is an abstract idea for him. It’s not selling phones to middle managers; it’s part of the larger goal. But for The Guy, the goal is his own, not the company’s, for he is the company. T-Mobile has leveraged his greed to increase their market share. The implications of his smallness is beyond reach.
He feels my doubt across the room, but not the implications behind it. He’s promising me a perversion of the American Dream, fueled by a German company, and he’ll never understand me, nor I him.
The Guy glares at me again. If he were 80, he’d likely think I was a socialist; if 50, a communist; but to the Millennial, I might as well be a terrorist."
— Ryan Chauvin
The Wolf of Fountain View Drive
A very stupid thing written by a Seattle fan and published by MMQB today.
Once mostly fun, games, and true love for a sports team associated with my city and culture, lately I mostly just hate the NFL and everything about it (except for the true love for New Orleans part, which is somehow something separate). I hate its hypocrisy and sliminess, its corporate neo-Orwellian Goodell bullcrap,and its hold over a cadre of writers and media personalities who recite the company lines of a hugely profitable entity that declares itself a nonprofit despite the fact it and everyone else knows this is a lie based on a backroom deal.
This feeling started in 2012, when the above hit close to home during the corporate public relations fest eye-rollingly known as Bountygate; lies repeated without question by sportswriters, fan-level conspiracy theorists who questioned those lies eventually proven mostly right, etc.