Last night, similar to the last many nights, it took me forever to get to sleep. And in my sleeplessness, for some unknown reason I was recalling a conversation with Mike recently when we were trying to figure out if there were any New Jersey sports teams. Because I couldn't sleep, and because McSweeney's lists have to be one of the best ways to waste some time, here is what I came up with last night:
The Top 5 Failed New Jersey Sports Team Names:
The Hackensack Hackey Sackers
The Manahawkin Mohawks
The Newark Guys With Too Much Gold Jewelry
The Atlantic City Gamble-aholics
The Jersey City Orthodox Jews
Anyway...I don't know what it is, but it's something. Some of my other recent, Big Apple-inspired musings:
Men cannot achieve even an inkling of masculinity when they wear form-fitting capri pants. And maybe they don't want to.
It is absolutely not ok that 80's fashion is back in style. And I use the word fashion loosely. Any era that I lived through should not yet be making a comeback. And in the case of the 80's, never would be too soon. On the other hand, 50's-era dresses are completely welcome.
Loudly discussing the reactions of your bowels during a recent vacation is certainly not appropriate train etiquette.
In other news, I have a job now, and I start next week. Praise the Lord from whom all blessings flow.