Hey kids don’t grow up, no really don’t grow up

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I started this post when I was at work one day, while I was supposed to be at a golf tournament. So it comes from a place of bitterness I will admit. And I am just getting around to finishing it now, because…well life sucks.

I am currently sitting in my office, when I am supposed to be playing a golf tournament, enjoying the almost perfect weather and probably being a beer or two too deep. But instead I am stuck in my windowless office working away. To make the matters worst the rest of the office (that isn’t out on summer vacation) is drinking.

See, 27 is coming up fast for me and I have realized that I have made a big mistake, I didn’t ‘waste’ any years of my 20’s. Nope like a sucker I did all those things I was supposed to do and where did that get me? A quick ticket to the hamster wheel, that’s where.

I went to university and picked up a degree in four years, and a second one in another three for good measure, all the while working and doing all those extra curricular things you are supposed to do that look good on resumes and “get you ahead”. And don’t get me wrong, I had a lot of fun going it, I always found time for Thirsty Thursday’s, Sunday Fundays and every party in between.

But I never took time off to travel for a year or “find myself”. I wanted to get on the fasflane to success and stay there.

To make matters worse, I have pretty much got there too. Sure I could be making a little more money, have a little more power etc., but for the most part I have accomplished to date what I set out to do. I even like what I do for my job for the most part. The problemis, I am stuck doing it for the next 30 years, it comes with responsibilities, that I can’t just walk away from. As does my house, my mortgage and everything else.

By by the the time I was 25, I was pretty much married to the rest of my life. I have spent the last two years realizing that I have made commitments in life that have made it almost impossible for me to “get away”, unless I want to get labelled as the crazy guy who burned out and ended up at a surf lodge in Nicaragua. And that may still happen, one day I may just give it all up and be hanging loose on a beach in Nicuragua.

Until then, I have the Pats game tomorrow to look forward to tomorrow, and the rest of the football season to hopefully get me through the fall. And then I will have golf seasons to look forward to (if I can even get out of the office).

But to all you guys and girls in your early 20’s or younger, I say don’t be in too much of rush, enjoy the lack off responsibility while you have it.

-Squire

 

 

Question of the Day: How much was this basketball player paid to fix this game in the Greek league?

How much was this player paid to fix the game?

Former Arizona State player Jermaine Marshall tied up this quarterfinal Greek league game by scoring on his own basket, as time expired.

Seriously!? Sure mental lapses happen, but it is the end of the game, a playoff game too boot. You suddenly forgot which basket was yours as time expired? No, the explanation I can come up with is Jermaine suddenly realized he was about to have a couple broken knee caps and the only thing he could do is take matters into his own hands. Jermaine’s team Kifisia lost in overtime, 108-103, no shit, no way they were coming back from that.

Though from what I have seen from Greek league basketball fans, I am not sure he was any safer…

Question of the day: Are Guarantees Worth It?

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Is a guarantee worth it in sports?

It is tradition almost as old as sport itself, athletes guaranteeing wins and championships. From Joe Namath guaranteeing a victory in Superbowl III, to Mark Messier guaranteeing a win with the Rangers facing elimination.

These guarantees helped grow the legends of Messier and Namath. Much like Babe Ruth supposedly calling his home run many, many years before contributed to his legend and lore.

However, guaranteed wins are not always realized upon which brings us to the case of Graham DeLaet, who was one stroke off the lead heading into Sunday’s final round at Valspar Championship when he said “I’m going to go and win this golf tournament tomorrow.” Unfortunately, DeLaet did not go out and win the tournament, instead he went out and shot 4-over without recording a birdie, not the type of performance that is going to get it done on a Sunday in the PGA.

As a result of his failed promise, DeLaet was the butt of many jokes and subject to a lot of critical commentary.

You aren’t going to find a group of guys rooting harder for Delaet than the boys at HardNoSports. When it comes to a Sunday on the links there isn’t a whole lot Canada has to offer. Delaet is the exception. We all love Graham and wanted him to win.  Just as important, he has an amazing beard. However, I think he deserved the criticism. If you are going to talk the talk, you need to walk the walk.

I think it’s a good sign DeLaet has the confidence to say something like this publically. It’s a step in the right direction. However, it might be best he keeps these thoughts to himself until he pulls of a win or two. The public backlash and questions he has to answer might not be worth it.

So my stance on this: I would prefer athletes just going out there and getting the job done. Leave the talking for after the game. However, on the flip side I could argue, people will quickly forget about Graham’s guarantee and in a few days. It will disappear into the Twitter abyss. After all, it was only the Valspar. But had he won it would have been remembered forever.

So, once again, I ask: Are guarantees worth it, in sports?

Random Stat: DeLaet has 19 top-10’s over the last 4 seasons without a win, second most among players without a win over that time, to Sergio (21), is anyone better at being really good, but not good enough than Sergio?

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Surviving Survivor

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Until three years ago I had never watched an episode of CBS’s Survivor. My roommate was a fanatic and asked if I wanted to join a Survivor fantasy pool. I said yes for a couple reasons. First, it was a good excuse to turn my brain off in the middle of the week and have a beer or two and not stare at text books. Second, I figured I’d man up and see what all the fuss was about.

The pool is still a thing. However, after last week’s episode, I think I’m done.

Survivor is in its 32nd Season and is taking place in Koh Rong, Cambodia. The show generally puts out two seasons per calendar year. The 32nd season premiere saw 8.3 million viewers tune in. I was one of them.

In Survivor tribes enter a ‘remote’ island and square off with one another for a chance to win 1 million dollars. This season sees Survivor revert to a tried and tested formula of three tribes; brains, brawn, and beauty. A lovely lesson to teach viewers – you’re either a model, you’re strong, or you’re smart, but good luck being two of these defining features. Let alone three. I suppose it’s more innocent than their ‘Blood v Water’ concept which sees family members wrestle with the idea of betraying loved ones for a shot at money. But not by much.

Tribes compete in reward challenges and immunity challenges. If a tribe wins a reward challenge they are rewarded. Pretty simple.  Immunity challenges see teams compete in challenges that generally combine some form of physical challenge and puzzle challenge to win an immunity idol. Immunity idols prevent tribes from having to go to the dreaded tribal council. Each episode one tribe must to go to tribal council. It’s the source of the show’s drama. And at each tribal, one member of the tribe must be voted out. This continues until the tribes dissolve into one tribe and eventually 3 cast members are left.

The premise of Survivor is simple. Win. Above all else.

Have an alliance with someone from day one? Blindside them at tribal and live to see another day. It was only your word. You only shook hands with someone and told them you have their back. What’s that worth? Apparently a million dollars.

This season saw Aleica bust her ass off over the first 3 episodes to try and help the tribe. We’re told she spent hours trying to make a fire while everyone else in her tribe laid around and rested. When she knew she was on the outs, she found an immunity idol clue. She thought she was safe until a former professional athlete and a former member of the U.S. army used their speed and strength to wrestle it from her like a couple of 6 year olds on a playground. Fuckin eh man. The lesson we can derive from that? It’s not how hard you work it’s who you know. Who your friends are.

The examples are endless. Morals are compromised again and again in the name of the game. In the name of money.

Last weeks episode sealed the deal for me. The tribes headed into the reward challenge just 5 minutes into the episode. Huh? That’s pretty early. We usually get plotting and planning for a while. Not today.

The reward challenge consisted of going through a small obstacle course, digging under a log in the sand and crawling under it, and digging up three bags of balls in the sand which would be used in a Survivor bowling game.

Koh Rong gets hot. The highest average monthly temperature was 33 degrees Celsius (that’s 91.4 Fahrenheit for you yanks). That’s hot and it’s only the average. I’ve worked labour jobs before where the day is over if the temperature hits 36 degrees Celsius (96.8 degrees Fahrenheit). We weren’t told how hot it was on the day of the challenge, but it was hot.  According to the show the tribes spent well over 45 minutes in the sun that day digging for bags. Three of them collapsed due to heat stroke. Which three?

Caleb – 28 year old army vet. Guy is built like a truck. Absolutely shredded.

Debbie – 49 year old Chemist, who according to the episode, weighs about 98 pounds.

Cydney – 23 year old professional body builder.

What do these three have in common? They don’t have a lot of water kicking around inside them. Those three going down to heat stroke/heat exhaustion was completely foreseeable. And it wasn’t so much the fact the show let them go down that was most disturbing (though it certainly was) it’s how they handled it.

The second Debbie’s teammate called the host over for medical the tone of the show flips. The music cuts out. In comes the string section in their ominous beats. And the show begins to reveals itself wholly for what it is. But first, a commercial.

When we come back the host proudly proclaims, with a smile on his face, “We have three different stories happening”. One of those stories is 49 year old Debbie curled up like a ball getting medical attention. The host graciously returns to Debbie and stands over her and asks for the update from the doctor. It’s all sort of eerie and wrong. Debbie is still what she’s always been, a set piece. Like all survivor contestants she’s been manipulated and put through tests and trials designed by TV producers and Network execs hundreds of miles away from the start. But now, her physical state, the helpless skinny middle aged woman who can’t pick her head off the ground, represents it perfectly. She’s helpless. As a viewer you can’t NOT see it. They throw it in your face. And what does the perfectly groomed, well dressed, host do? He doesn’t help her himself, there’s no real concern going on his end. In fact, he’s borderline excited. What great television this will make.

When Caleb goes down it’s a whole new level of heat stroke. The entire crew has scrambled from the bushes now. They’ve come to the aid of their stranded and deserted subjects. The poor guy can’t keep his eyes open, it looks like he’s in and out of consciousness, and no matter what the medical team try they can’t cool him down. They ran a mainline of Saline solution but he had roasted himself completely. There was no coming back. The music is rising and falling like an epic war movie. And then Cydney goes down. It’s a full blown crisis now.

The host jumps back and forth asking for updates on his set pieces. Cydney recovers. Caleb, as I mentioned, isn’t so lucky. He needed some serious attention and was helicoptered off the island, back to civilization. The last thing the host says to Caleb is, “You’re a warrior dude, glad you were out here”. This might be the most real thing said in the history of reality television. Caleb offered a great episode of suspense and chatter. I’m even writing about this shit. Unfortunately for him, it came at his health.

Now, we cut to Caleb’s team reacting to finding out Caleb is out. The string section which spent most of its time on the lower end of the scales ascends to angelic heights. The music is soaring and so is the last contestant to leave Survivor.

It’s just T.V. Salt, why the fuck does it matter?

It matters because Survivor is just one facet of celebrity culture that we obsesses over today. It matters because people in America are willing to compromise themselves, family members, and any shred of morality for a shot at a million dollars. Survivor is a symptom. The sickness is systemic and it has infiltrated almost every facet of North American culture. Survivor plays itself out in the real world almost everyday.

Don’t believe me? Donald Trump is another symptom. He’s just playing Survivor: become president and profit no matter the cost. Sound familiar?  Just as many people seem to be tuning in to Trump’s version of Survivor as well.

Maybe the time will come when I get into Trump. For now, fuck Survivor. I’m out.

-Salt (@hardnosalt).

Question of the day: does anybody like Bubba Watson?

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Does anybody actually like Bubba Watson?

Seriously, outside of his family and perhaps including them too, does anybody actually like Bubba? Now that the charm, of his southern drawl and funny name, has worn off and people have seen the real Bubba, I am pretty confident the answer is no. Why? Here’s a reminder.

How Bubba treats his caddy
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How Bubba treats the fans

And my favorite, what his peers think of him.

In an ESPN poll of tour players he managed to have nearly a quarter of the players choose him, for the player they would be least likely to help if they saw them in a fight in a parking lot.

So once again I ask who likes Bubba Watson? If somehow on earth you do, I would like to know how and why?

Who we are…

Squire@HardNoSquire

You can call me Squire. I am 26 years and stuck between two worlds. From 9-5 I exist in the grown up corporate world. However, I can’t quite seem to let go of the care free and responsibility free life of an early 2o’s male that I used to know. Sports are my outlet and escape from this conflict. I also love making a buck anyway I can, so am always chasing my next dollar. Oh and did I mention I have an addictive personality and just opened a sports betting account…

I live with Salt, and am technically his landlord, hence the name Squire. Salt is one my best friends and we decided to start this blog to entertain ourselves, if no one else. It will have our thoughts on sports, current events and tidbits from our daily lives.

mortonsaltumbrellagirl@HardNoSalt

After many years of higher education Salt is currently trying to find a real ‘grown up’ job. This is stressing him out.  He currently watches movies, watches sports, plays video games, lifts heavy things and puts them back down, and applies for jobs. Oh, and he studies. He really doesn’t know how good he has it.

Salt gets his name because of his tendency to look for the negative in everything. Despite this, he can still be one of the most fun humans I know. This conflict between negativity and desire for fun leads to an endless river of  sarcasm flowing from Salt’s mouth.  If there is going to be any artistic side to this blog, it will definitely be coming from Salt (he moonlights as a rockstar, a film critic, and music critic…..it never stops) and you can also count on him for a few conspiracy theories…

Krang@hardnogritty1

We asked Gritty to join us on this fun little project of ours since he is the biggest sports fanatic we know. He also happens to be one of the smartest guys we know. Lord knows we could use some brains around here.

Gritty is also, honestly the nicest guy I have ever met and you have to wonder what he is doing around a place like HardNoSports. He will probably be mortified by 95% of the posts we make. Gritty will provide the actual sports opinions and analysis for HardNo, while claiming the league they try and call football, the CFL, is great.

That’s it. That is our team and this is the beginning of HardNoSports. At this point you know as much about the next post as we do……not a thing.