The Triple-Option Largesse Recommends Innovative College Football Offenses

Like most Americans, I enjoy watching football on Sundays but nowhere near as much as I do on Saturdays.  What keeps me tuned in on Saturday afternoon?  The tradition? Yes.  The rivalry?  Yes.  The passion?  Yes.  These intangibles absolutely improve the viewing experience, especially in person, but football played on a college field, to me, is much more interesting than that played on a professional one.  College football offers a variety of team philosophies and approaches. From Hawaii’s four WR spread to Georgia Tech’s (formerly Navy’s) Wing –T, any style of football you can imagine is played on Saturday.  On Sundays, with the exception of the wildcat, you will see roughly the same style of game.  Although not generally partial to any logic resembling “different is better”, I think it applies here, augmenting both performance and viewing experience.

The Irreplaceable Largesse Recommends Beyonce

“Hip-Hop is dead.”  That’s a popular argument these days.  Most argue the growing schism between the mainstream and the underground has left each group powerless in its own way: underground is inaccessible to most with its simplistic beats and overtly resistive themes while mainstream is devoid of all substance, aiming only to sell records in a The Producers model.  I argue something different.  The age of the mainstream lyricist may have ended, but Hip-Hop is most certainly not dead.  It just has different heroes, with Beyonce chief among them.  Twenty years ago, Rolling Stone would have scoffed at the idea of a female Hip-Hop culture icon.  So how did this happen?  Lets turn the clock back a few years.

The Largesse’s First Concert Series Rolls On

Tripp Recommends Mohair Suits and Strangers

My first concert was not like that of my friends.  It was not Sugar Ray (those kids had dates in middle school), not Outkast (these kids that relaxed parents), not Lenny Kravitz (these kids “understood music”), and not Blink-182 (pretty much everyone else).  It was the Face-To-Face tour, and even though I sat in the nosebleeds, I felt face-to-face with two men that my date (um, my mother) referred to as Gods—Billy Joel and Elton John.  This triangulated viewing experience (me and the two guys on stage) created a bizarre three-way, eerily resembling the one that my teasing friends invented to torment me with.  But like most teasing, it stemmed from a lack of understanding—one which I shared at first.  Insecure?  Bitch, please.  I dominated at lax.  Back to the story.

The Original Largesse Recommends Tim Ferriss

Ok that’s enough from you, lock it up because you are only proving the point I am about to make.  Great minds do not think alike: great minds think for themselves.  Recently, I have enjoyed exploring a man who compliments his great mind with a collection of kinesthetic skills that would make most decathletes shutter with fear.  This man is Tim Ferriss, and he is certain that he can learn ANYTHING faster than you can (we have this in common) and do so without any exceptional gifts (we do not have this in common).  If you have not heard of the guy yet, he is a #1 NYtimes best-selling author, a Chinese kickboxing champion, an MTV breakdancer, an international Tango champ, and a polyglot of the grandest order.  And no he’s not the guy from the Dos Equis commercials, although he could probably do that too if he wanted.  Oh yeah, he’s only 31.  Makes one ask “What the hell have I done recently,” does it not?

The Tentacled Largesse Recommends Japanese Entertainment

Ever laughed at someone after seeing them fall and injure themselves?  Of course you have – that shit is hilarious.  The clever Japanese have figured this out, built an entire media empire upon it, and have exported it to our great nation.  It’s not Godzilla crossing the Pacific, it’s the duo of I Survived a Japanese Game Show (ISJGS) and Nintendo.

The Real Largesse Denounces Facebook

If your school is anything like mine you know that people go out to see and to be seen.  Going out = cool.  Not going out, well, this usually spells social doom.  This is how it’s been for a long time, evidence that some things do not change.  But some things do, and thanks to Facebook (and China), it’s not always for the better.  Those essential six hours on Friday and Saturday night have expanded.  You can now see and be seen 24/7 from any place in the world (except China, where your search results will be censored).  The flood gates are open, and although you may not know it yet, you are already drowning.

The Financially Astute Largesse Recommends: The World is Curved

Maybe it is because David Smick’s book is more recent, or maybe it is because he’s dedicated his life to the study of Economics while guys like Thomas Friedman seem to just dabble in whatever tickles their intellectual fancy, but regardless, the arguments Smick presents beat Friedman’s down with the fury of a loin-clothed King Leonidas.  (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)  Of course, despite his successes, people will not buy Smick’s book because it is not on any bestseller list.  And yes, the logic of the American consumer is awesome.

The Largesse Unabashedly Denounces: LeBron James

Recently, I had the privilege of watching the Cleveland Cavaliers play the lowly Washington Wizards.   And let’s get the obvious out of the way: LeBron came as advertised.  First, the man is physical perfection.  (Not gay. He raises every metaphoric bar that exists in the world of athletics.  He surpasses every other player on the floor in every major category—height, weight, speed, coordination, ball handling, earning potential, explosiveness, etc.  In fact, the only player who exceeds him in any category is the taller Zydrunas Ilgauskas, a 7’3” Lithuanian who likely grew up miles from a volatile nuclear reactor chewing on pellets of Miracle Grow. People say shit like this about a lot of athletes, but LeBron actually does it.  He is, by all accounts, a total freak of nature.  The most incredible part of his game, though, is that despite LeBron’s size, between the foul lines he compliments his physical attributes with a gear that nobody comes close to.  Incredible.  He is all the Monstars from Space Jam put together, except LeBron is covered in tattoos and does not want to procreate with Babs Bunny (who, coincidentally, is way underrated).