Wednesday, September 22, 2010

So everybody is talking about Kobb, Vick and Reid

So, Andy Reid made the decision to bench Kobb and go with Vick. I was shocked as hell. Frankly I see both sides of the argument well. Ultimately, somewhat reluctantly, I concur with Reid's decision.

First, I can understand why Kobb would be pissed as hell. They traded McNabb to give him the starting job, they upped Kobb's salary, they put Vick in his place, they handed the job to Kevin. Now, after a single quarter performance--that did not go well--the job now belongs to Vick. If I were Kevin, I would feel like a horse's ass. I would feel like the biggest damn idiot of all time. Why did I believe in these people? Why did I buy into this coach? This is humiliation.

However, with that said, there is plenty of justification. Vick is playing amazing football. Furthermore, the West Coast Offense doesn't work anymore. As I mentioned once before, Reid had one hell of a retro-moment against the Packers. He attempted to run a fully Kosher WCO just exactly the way Bill Walsh and Joe Montana did it back in 1981. That was the first time I saw that style in quite some time. As we know, the experiment did not go well. The Packer defense ate them up.

Then Vick comes in and we see the WCO playbook go on the BBQ fire. It is always a night at the improv with Michael Vick running the show. This worked extremely well. Vick caused the Packer defense some serious problems. He also did an amazing job against the Detroit Lions who were game for victory.

There is a large crew of serious analysts out there who believe that only Michael Vick can do the things Steve Young once did... I happen to be one of those guys.

In any case, I have the Eagles with Kobb short-shrift. I can't ignore the Eagles with Michael Vick. I think the Eagles will win the division if Vick remains at the helm for the next 14 games. The sky is the limit. The Cowboys are not playing well. The Redskins are playing well, but I don't think they will keep it up at this pace. The Giants are just too tender and under-done on defense to give me serious hopes for them.

The Eagles with Vick will probably win the division.

The Synastry Files IV, The Rams love me back



So, I finally purchase my copy of Sirius 1.1. For those who don't know, Sirius is purportedly the next-generation product that followed Kepler. Kepler is now outdated, in the EOL (End of Life) category. They still sell it, but it is not their flagship product. Sirius does not look like a 100% do-over product. It certainly looks a lot like Kepler, but oh-well...

I have had some considerable fun with the new (old?) product. Using Match Maker, I have ground out over 2,000 comparisons between theoretical dates and my own natal chart. Of course, the term theoretical date is an odd one. These dates did occur in history, and we can say with something approaching metaphysical certainty that baby girls were born on all of these days. I call them theoretical dates because I know of no specific individual who was born on these dates.

If we look at the top 50 scores on my leader board, we will find an Aries with a score of 530 for Romantic and Sexual Attraction. This edges out La-La (my theoretical Pisces) by some 2 points. I have code-named this female Fire-Ewe. Fire Ewe was born on 04/13/1979, and is just about 31 years old now.

The problem is that Fire Ewe can't compete on other scores. We have a good problem solving score of 206, and we have a good shared creativity score of 152. That's it. The rest of the scores are average. There is nothing average about La-La's scores.

Still, I am impressed by how Aries took-command of the leader board. It is impressive to see so many high scores among Aries females. I guess the Rams love me back, after all.

I was also amazed by my scores versus Aquarius. Aquarius leaped over Libra by a considerable margin, and I didn't think that was going to happen. How about my poor scores versus Capricorn, and less-than-amazing scores versus Taurus? I don't have a single hot Capricorn score until the year 1992. Yep, that's right. There is an 18 year old Capricorn girl somewhere in Los Angeles packing a huge 409 score versus me. That's every daddy's nightmare.

This once again proves that I am a very weird Virgo. Virgo is not supposed to do well versus Aquarius and we are supposed to do great versus Capricorn. Not this Virgo. Quite frankly, my top Aquarius has dramatically better scores (overall) than Fire Ewe, and vastly better than most Capricorns. There are many similar findings with the the lesser Aquarius scores. Based on scores alone, the Aquarians look like damn fine choices.

The Pisces, Virgos, Leos, and several other good signs are not yet included here. Still, we know from previous research that there is are Pisces with better overall-scores. Soon they will be included, and we will have a more complete look at the picture.
  1. 530 Aries 19790413 Los Angele
  2. 522 Aries 19790412 Los Angele
  3. 492 Aries 19790414 Los Angele
  4. 463 Aries 19790411 Los Angele
  5. 447 Aquarius 19800131 Los Ang
  6. 432 Aquarius 19800130 Los Ang
  7. 409 Aries 19790415 Los Angele
  8. 409 Capricorn 19920115 Los An
  9. 409 Aquarius 19800201 Los Ang
  10. 401 Aries 19790410 Los Angele
  11. 377 Capricorn 19920116
  12. 373 Sagittarius 19801209 Los
  13. 371 Aquarius 19880213 Los Ang
  14. 369 Libra 19801020 Los Angele
  15. 367 Taurus 19820424 Los Angel
  16. 359 Aquarius 19800129 Los Ang
  17. 358 Capricorn 19920113 Los An
  18. 356 Aries 19790409 Los Angele
  19. 354 Libra 19810930 Los Angele
  20. 352 Aquarius 19880214 Los Ang
  21. 350 Aries 19700407 Los Angele
  22. 350 Aquarius 19720131 Los Ang
  23. 349 Aries 19860417 Los Angele
  24. 343 Aries 19800324 Los Angele
  25. 340 Libra 19810928 Los Angele
  26. 339 Aries 19700406 Los Angele
  27. 338 Sagittarius 19841213 Los
  28. 338 Aries 19800323 Los Angele
  29. 337 Scorpio 19791026 Los Ange
  30. 337 Aquarius 19880212 Los Ang
  31. 336 Aquarius 19720130 Los Ang
  32. 334 Sagittarius 19801208 Los
  33. 333 Aquarius 19800202 Los Ang
  34. 331 Capricorn 19920117 Los An
  35. 330 Aquarius 19810126 Los Ang
  36. 328 Scorpio 19781105 Los Ange
  37. 328 Aquarius 19880215 Los Ang
  38. 327 Aquarius 19720201 Los Ang
  39. 326 Sagittarius 19801210 Los
  40. 326 Aries 19790416 Los Angele
  41. 322 Sagittarius 19841214 Los
  42. 321 Aries 19860418 Los Angele
  43. 317 Aries 19860416 Los Angele
  44. 317 Aries 19790408 Los Angele
  45. 316 Aries 19800322 Los Angele
  46. 315 Sagittarius 19841212 Los
  47. 315 Capricorn 19830109 Los An
  48. 309 Scorpio 19791119 Los Ange
  49. 309 Aquarius 19660123 Los Ang
  50. 309 Aquarius 19660122 Los Ang

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Pecking Order


A sober analysis of the Rams

The Rams have opened 0-2 for a fourth straight season. Week one featured a loss to the Cardinals. Week 2 featured a loss to the Raiders. Both games were close 17-13 and 16-14 respectively.

Both opponents are now 1-1, with victories at the Rams expense. Both teams were demolished completely by their other opponents. The Raiders were systematically annihilated by the Titans 38-13. The Cards were annihilated 41-7 by the Falcons.

Now for the complex part. The opponents of the opponents are both 1-1. The Falcons destroyed the Cardinals and became a 1-1 football team. The Titans destroyed the Raiders and are now 1-1. Who did the Falcons and Titans lose to? It was the same opponent, the Pittsburgh Steelers, who are now 2-0.

Stop me if I am wrong, but the Steelers are supposed to be vulnerable and beatable team right now lacking Ben Roethlisburger, am I right? Maybe not. However, most Las Vegas experts would not put money on the Steelers were they going against top-end competition like the Colts or the Saints. They probably wouldn't bet money on the Steelers were they going against the Texans either.

The way I see it, the Steelers are a second tier team, below the elites, especially in view of the fact that they lack Roethlisburger. They may change my mind very soon. We will see.

This would make the Falcons and Titans 3rd tier, or so it seems in the early going of this 2010 season. Yet the Falcons and Titans systematically annihilated the two opponents who have defeated the Rams.

So here we have our first whiff of an NFL pecking order, or ranking tree. Guess who is at the bottom-bottom? Well... the Vikings are 0-2 also. Yep, but they are not expected to finish with a losing record. Neither are they rebuilding... yet.

Because hope springs eternal, and fans are biased to believe whatever a General Manager tells them, there were some who were all jacked up about the Rams in the 2010 NFL Season. As you well know, I was not one of them. I believe we passed on many opportunities to acquire high-impact players. I'm am talking about all-pro players like Brandon Marshall, Alan Faneca, Thomas Jones, and Albert Haynesworth. In short, we did not do what we needed to do to produce a great-leap ahead.

The forces of truth would dictate that management should be honest about verities of the situation. You should try to bring down expectations, warning people that this going to be a rough year. This is only year 2 (or 3) of a comprehensive a-z rebuilding program. Tempering the enthusiasm with a little reality is the honest thing to do.

Against the forces of truth are the marketing forces. Marketing forces would remind us that the Rams were 29th in stadium attendance last season. They would remind us that the Rams are currently operating in the Red. They would remind us that the Rams just dished out 50/78 (86?) million dollar contract to Sam Bradford. They would remind us that the Rams are about to pitch a new Stadium proposal at the city fathers of St. Louis. If city fathers don't buy into it, it's time to move the franchise.

Who wins in the battle of truth v marketing? Marketing, by a knock-out. Truth goes down in flames.

So, the Rams' draft strategy in 2010 has not produced an instant-turnaround. We have not seen a great leap ahead. It has not produced a substantial change in the NFL pecking order.

We are still seeing a lot of guys rolling around on the ground defensively during enemy running plays. OH! I forgot, they were tackled by the turf monster. However, there are no holding calls when the turf monster tackles our front 7.

This would not have happened if we drafted Ndamukong Suh, kept Adam Carriker and traded for Albert Haynesworth. You know I was pissed about all of these issues. I wrote about these moves and anti-moves copiously in public forums.

Hey, I've got an idea: Let's draft a surgically repaired QB, who missed his senior season, provide spotty protection from an unproven line, poor receivers, run an outdated offense, with a bad coordinator, and let's tell the fans we are going to make a great leap forward. What do you say to that?

Great plan! Some might not buy it, but we are in a business where you just can't please everybody all the time. We have to accept that. This will work! It's sufficient for 2010.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The 255mm Miyabi 600D Gyuto


Back in August, I mentioned the fact that I bought into the Miyabi Fusion 600D line, which is an exclusive of Sur La Table. At the time, I thought it a stupid impulse buy. Then I fell in love with the blade. I thought it just might be the sharpest damn thing I had ever seen, despite my experience with Kyocera Ceramic blades.

Well, about a month ago, I decided to buy the Miyabi Fusion 255mm Gyuto. This was the very one in the reference article I sited. By that time, I had interacted with several expert Japanese chefs who encouraged me to try a great Gyuto. All of these gents own and use Santokus, but these are not their most preferred weapons. The Gyuto is their most preferred weapon.

Their perspective is clear: When it comes to knives, bigger is better. Bigger knives slash quicker and cleaner with less effort, not more. Big knives make big jobs small, and small jobs tiny. Far from increasing fatigue, they shorten all forms of work, preventing fatigue. This is a short summary of their viewpoint. They would have more to say, I am sure.

Having read such an awesome review of the Miyabi Fusion 600D 255mm Gyuto, I felt I would be foolish to spend more to purchase anything else. Hence I ran over to Sur La Table one day at lunch and purchased it.

To make a long story short, this purchase signifies the end of my relationship with Ceramic blades. Bigger is best. Big blades do shorten all forms of work, making big prep jobs child-play. I have never had an easier time prepping anything. I don't care whether it is stripping a pork butt for Red Beans and Rice, dicing Cilantro, or cutting Tagliatelli noodles, the Gyuto makes everything easier.

I have to say, this Miyabi Gyuto is finest blade I have ever owned or used in my life. I've got Misono UX-10, Wusthof Classic Ikons, Shun Classics, Victorinox, and Kyocera in my collection.

Unfortunately, big is something ceramic blades just can't do. The land of 250mm+ Gyutos is a land Cubic Zirconium will never see. You see, these blades have sharp size limits imposed by the nature of the material. Experts thought it a marvel when Kyocera was actually able to produce a 6 inch chef's knife. Latteral forces and normal wear and tear is supposed to break such long ceramics rather quickly. They are fragile.

My Miyabi is 10 inches. I can buy a 12 incher from Misono or from Masahiro. Kyocera won't be going there.

When you combine the size and weight advantages of these Gyutos with the strength of their steel and how easy it is to keep them sharp, the case for Cubic Zirconium falls apart. It just isn't compelling.

Word to the wise: Get yourself a kick ass Gyuto, 10 inches or longer. I personally would like to have a 270mm and a 300mm Gyuto. Either Masahiro or Misono will get my next purchase.

Hey Miyabi! Give us a 305mm Gyuto! We want more!

I sure hope the NFL doesn't fine Peyton Manning

Manning Bowl II was a bust. The Colts destroyed the Giants 38-7. It was a pretty horrible game from the viewpoint of a casual observer. Worse for guys who chose the Giants, like me.

The most interesting thing about the game was the disturbed, worried look of concern on father Archie Manning's face as the game wound down. Eli did not have a good game. None of the Giants did. Archie's younger son took one hell of beat-down on the scoreboard and on the field. Archie was not happy, and you can understand why. He wasn't precisely mad at Peyton, but he was concerned about Eli.

It turns out Peyton was also concerned. Peyton politely declined to do interviews after the game. That is a first. The reason was obvious. For a guy who just had a great night, he had a terrible night. He might have had the worst great night a great QB ever had.

The body English was pretty clear. He looked a little sick to his stomach. I am sure he didn't enjoy inflicting a major league humiliation on his little bro in front of a national audience. He had to have mixed emotions about the whole affair. I am sure he declined all interviews because he didn't want to wax poetic about his team just axe-handled his little brother's team. Tony Dungy confirmed all this after the game.

Oh well, Peyton, it was a dirty job, but you had to do it.

Now the only drama is whether the League Office is going to do something really, really stupid like send a FedEx envelope to Peyton's locker with one of those nice fine letters. Technically, all the star athletes are supposed to make themselves available to national media after nationally televised games. Technically speaking, Peyton didn't do that.

The NFL front office would do well to leave this one alone.

My final pre-season predictions, one week late


Alright, so I finally got around to finishing my pre-season predictions, less than 45 minutes before the kick off of week two. I know this is technically cheating. I don't give a fuck. If you are honest, neither do you.

Pre-season did not give me much certainty about things in the year to come. It was a very average, run-of-the-mill business year. I needed week one to give me some clarity about what I thought I saw during the pre-season. I think it did, with one noteworthy exception.

As a result of week one, I have made three changes to my chart. I have dropped the Falcons from the playoff picture, and I now expect the Saints to repeat, and not just as NFC South champs. I have also inserted the Giants as one of the two NFC Wildcard teams. I have also dropped the Jets from the playoff picture, inserting the Patriots as the AFC Wildcard.

Justifications
It would appear that the Saints have escaped the Vicodin scandal with ease. Presently, there is no word about the Federal DEA investigation. It also looks like they are rolling. Further, the South looks worse than I expected. The Saints show no signs of weakness in this new season. I think they are going to make one hell of a run.

The Falcons are off and stumbling, losing to an exposed and vulnerable Steeler team that was ripe for plucking. They did not look particularly good in Pre-Season. I think this is going to be another very disappointing season for those of us who believed that the Falcons had assembled the nucleus of a Super Bowl champ.

Much as I suspected, the Jets cut their own balls off when they released Alan Faneca and Thomas Jones. Their offense looks just plain terrible. They looked terrible throughout the pre-season, and they struggled something ugly against the Ravens. Even with Faneca and Thomas Jones, their two offensive MVPs of 2009, the Jets were only 9-7 by a gift from the Colts, and they backed into the playoffs. Only those smoking copious quantities of crack think the Jets are going to Super Bowl 45.

You know that I am not strong on the Patriots, but when I look around the AFC trying to find a second wildcard team, I only see two other possibilities: The Titans, and the Bengals. The Patriots already own a 1-game head to head tie breaker with the Bengals. I am not entirely sold on the Titan defense, despite a tremendous performance against the Raiders. Neither am I sold on the Patriot defense, but they have an easier division to play in.

There you have it ladies and germs: My pre-season predictions, one week late.





Friday, September 17, 2010

Finalizing Gastric Bypass plans

So whilst I wasn't watching football, exercising, cooking, eatting, showering, or using the restroom, I was filling out paper work this weekend.

Paperwork for what? For gastric bypass surgery, that's what. Well, how much paperwork can there be for such a thing as that? A shit load. There were some 38 pages of forms to fill out with another 13 pages of instructions explaining how to fill out the 38 pages of forms. I guess they intended to finish off the Amazonian rain forests forever when they constructed this bastard of a program.

Bastard is the technically correct word also. More about that in a second.

Stand back for a split second when I vent. Whilst you do, remember that I am a Quad-Virgo, the most observant dude in the zodiac.

With in the 38 pages of documentation I filled out were the following things:
1. Weight-age guestimates (how much did you weigh at XX age?
2. Diet histories (What are the names of the diets you have tried?)
3. Weight loss history (How much weight have you lost and regained?)
4. Diet Journals (Write down everything you eat for 5 days)
5. Psychological profiles (Were you sexually mollested as a youth?)
6. Eliminator filters (Do you want Gastric Bypass so you can become a super model?)
7. Perscription records (What perscription and non-perscription medication are you taking?)

I could go on. There were lots of things to fill out. It was a load and half.

What I found most irritating was the inconsistency of philosophy present in so many of the documents. Implicit within the psych survey is the notion that you are fat because of Freudian issues. Implicit within the diet journal is the Platonic notion that you simply lack knowledge of how many calories you consume. Implicit within the diet history record is the proposition that you may not have tried normal diets, or tried hard enough. I could go on and on.

What astute observer would fail to note the handiwork of several clashing world views? What logical theorist would fail to recognize a pile of documents assembled in a committee through a political process?

Folks, the medical industry is not of one mind on this subject. I know that. However, the fact that Gastric Bypass is now the formal approach to lifetime obesity indicates that we have finally come to some biological clarity on this issue.

Since the dawn of biological anthropology, we have known that there are three physical body types:
1. Ectomorphs: Very skinny people.
2. Endomorphs: Very fat people.
3. Mezomorphs: The perfectly athletic people.

Furthermore, those anthropologists who specialize in this subject have known what makes them different for some time. Yep, that's right. We've know for some time what makes them different, and it ain't what you think it is either.

Ectomorphs have very inefficient digest tracts that make them prone to waste food energy. If they consume more calories than a particular, biologically determined figure, the excess food energy will be excreted in the form of feces. Yep, that's right, they shit it out. They can't put a pound of weight on. Their systems won't allow it. All excess energy is ejected from the system.

Endomorphs have ultra-efficient digest tracts and metabolisms to boot. Endomorphs can process and extract just about all usable macro and micro nutrients from the foods they consume. Any excess is immediately stored as fat and laid away for an emergecy famine situation. This is true for many micro-nutrients as well. Fat soluble vitamins are stored up with fat inside fat cells. Unfortunately, the super efficient metabolism of the endomorph is capable of throttling-down to remarkably low levels when energy is scarce. The objective is to conserve reserve energy to the greatest degree. This makes dieting ineffective without lots of exercise.

Mezomorphs are the perfect people. These are the people we would all like to be. They have the optimal solution. Their digestive tracts and metabolisms are capable of extracting the uttermost farthing from food energy when they are engaged in body building. They are also capable of squandering and excreting most excess food energy when they consume it. Their metabolisms will throttle-down in famine conditions, but not to the remarkably low levels Endomorphs will. Mezomorphs can be energic, even when very hungry.

Darwinian biologists have considered the relative merits and demerits of these three categories, many times, and you might be surprised by some of their conclusions.

In the Environment of Evolutionary Adaptedness (EEA) ye good ole Endomorphs would be the most hearty survivors of ice-age conditions. We are constructed to survive those harsh ice-age conditions better than the rest of you. Boom and bust environments don't necessarily kill us off. We can survive things like Hollicosts better also.

Yep, that's right. Us disgusting fat people are Peistocene hunting and gathering survival machines. Were not fast, but we're pretty damn strong. We may not be pretty, but we are highly efficient.

Unfortunately, the extremely skinny people would only make out in pretty fair weather and good resource conditions. Come a hard freeze or a bad famine and they are dead.

The mezomorphs are an interesting case. Much argument has taken place about the theoretically perfect people. Their superior muscle-weight-speed ratios predict success. However, they have little protection against the cold, and little energy reserves for famine conditions. To make a long story short, most believe they would survive hard conditions, but be in poorer health, and far less prepared for reproduction, when good times begin to return.

You see, fat women have a lot of energy stored up and prepped for reproduction. They would emerge from a tough winter better prepared for spring fun. This is why some guys really dig fat women. You can make a very Darwinian case that it is adaptive to favor big, fat, strong women. Computer simulations have shown how the tribe with the thickest women can win in hard times.

Unfortunately, we are no longer living in the Environment of Evoluationary Adaptedness. We no longer live in boom 'n bust conditions. We live in a purpetual boom time. Copious quantities of calories are availible to us at all times. We have more food energy availible to us than we can ever need. Further, we no longer need run after our prey. We sit at desks typing all day.

What happens when you confront humanity with and endless supply of year-round calories, and a very sedentary life-style? Well, the ectomorphs shit out the excess energy, and stay skinny. The Mezomorphs need to workout to stay perfectly fit. A little diet here and there may help them also. The endomorphs... well, we balloon up like the Goodyear blimp Columbia. That's what happens to us.

Now, if we all still died well before the age of 50, most of this wouldn't matter much to an endomorph like me. I would probably be dead already. However, advanced Western medicine has extended our lives to absolutely incredible lengths. The doctors think I can live another 30 years... easy. Probably 40 years if I get Gastric Bypass.

Before continuing, I should mention that these facts of biological life leave little room for Freudian molestation explanations. They leave little room for Platonic knowledge and education based explanations. The nature of the endomorph basical rules out any potential for diet success. Guess what? This is why surgeons do gastric bypass surgery now. Since we now know that endomorphs are natural and biological type, why the intense pile of paperwork written from contradictory theoretical perspectives?

Only because the paperwork was assembled in a political committee by people who did not agree with one another. That is to say: for bad reasons.

But back to my main point.

I had to get over a lot of anger this past weekend. I have to admit, I bitterly resent the shitty choices life has set before me.

Dr. Bachner and Saedei have been clear with me: either I take 125-130 pounds off my highly-arthritic knees, or I can be sure of needing a wheel chair sometime in the next 6 years. Bone-on-bone grinding increases in my knees daily, the pain increases daily also. As the pain increases daily, I become more and more sure they are correct. Further, Bachner will not perform knee replacement surgery unless I loose this weight. Neither will most other qualified orthopedic surgeons.

This is horn one of the dilema: The wheel chair

I can escape the wheel chair, but not without considerable pain and consequences. The Surgeon will staple off approximately 90% of stomach, effectively making it useless tissue. Further, he will bypass the first 36 inches of my upper intenstine. After this, whenever I encounter a heavy fat substance, I will automatically throw up. Also, if I consume something with a bit too much carbohydrate, I will quickly be punished with physical pain very similar to that of a heart attack.

Remember, the surgical modifications to my system have been expressly designed to produce these results.

To avoid spending the next two or three decades of my life in a wheel chair, I need to allow the doctors to put scalpuls to my abdomine and wreck my perfectly efficient digestive track, and screw up my conservationist metabolism. For a fee, they will be happy to slice and dice my guts in this manner.

This is horn two of th dilema: Gastric Bypass.

Pick your poison: The wheel chair and an early death at some 450 pounds, or we will intentionally wreck you digestive tract causing permanent life-long difficulties of a different sort. Which option do you like better (A) or (B)?

Personally, I don't think I am such a rotten bastard that life should set before me such an incredibly crappy choice. What crime have I committed? What evil have I done that the fate should hammer me so? I bitterly resent having to make this decision.

I have to tell you, it was a fight and a half to finish that paperwork this weekend. I accomplished the mission after I finally accepted the following argument: What you were living some 30 years ago, and arrived at this point when there was no such thing as Gastric Bypass surgery? What then? You would simply have no choice. You would go into the wheel chair and die (sooner rather than later) as 450 pound man. Would that be a better fate?

On the upside, which is considerable, they say loosing 130 pounds takes 15 years of age off your body. Insulin levels, blood surgar level, triglycerides, steroid hormones, COX-1 and Cox-2 protegladins, stress hormone levels, everything improves dramatically with the reduction of that much weight. You can set aside the level of fatigue saved by not dragging 130 extra pounds around everywhere. Just focus on the blood chemistry. If all this is true, I can expect to regenerate to age 29, as I am now 44. Lest that sound crazy to you, I have heard and seen a few clinical studies that would blow your brains out.

By the start of the 2011 NFL Season, I should weigh something like 195 to 200 pounds. I will appear to be a solid mezomorph, as long as I keep my cloths on. My knees shouldn't hurt much on a daily basis. The pain will be controllable with simple over-the-countlike Excedrin and Aleve. My doc will be willing to do my knee replacement surgery for me.

There is an upside, but it is a costly thing indeed. Those costs cannot be dismissed.