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Benny Hill would be proud. You can watch the unedited version here. The maniacal laughter at the end absolutely makes the video.

The only times I ever saw my college advisor was when it came time to pick classes for the next semester. I never knew exactly what I wanted to take though, so I always just scribbled down the first five classes I could think of, he’d sign off on them, and then he’d ask me six months later why I didn’t take a single one of the original classes he cleared me for. In fact, the only time he was useful was when he let me know what classes I still needed in order to graduate. A science class here, a math class there, etc. In fact, the only time he brought up my history requirements was when he noticed I’d been skimping on taking the Craft.

Any history major at USC was (and may still be, I’m too lazy to look it up) required to take a class titled History 300: The Historian’s Craft. Ugh. Shoot me now. The name of the class alone brought up images of stiff and musty old white professors in tweed jackets with leather elbow patches who talk with the same excitement in their voice as a person reading a technical manual. The only redeeming idea for the class was the outside chance that maybe my professor would smoke a pipe. He didn’t.

The class itself was mind numbingly boring, yet in hindsight kind of important. Basically, it was created to help weed out the idiots who didn’t know how to properly research a history paper or assignment and thus, the entire semester was spent emphasizing the importance of primary sources. For instance, if I was writing a paper on George Washington, I couldn’t simply quote some of the many books that have been written about him in the twentieth century. I’d have to research and pull up actual papers and essays Washington had wrote or newspaper articles from the time. Good God, I can’t tell you how many times my professor told me I needed primary sources. I could have gotten an interview with Jesus himself for a paper on the origins of Christianity and my professor still would have chided me for not getting a sit down with God.

So why am I telling you this? Oh, no big reason, other than to explain why 1421 is one of the shoddiest pieces of “history” reporting and research I’ve ever read. For those of you fortunate to have never read this trash written by Gavin Menzies (though by book sales numbers, far too many of you HAVE read this), the basic premise is that a massive Chinese fleet left port in 1421 and not only sailed around the world, but accurately mapped it as well. Australia, India, Africa, Antarctica, South & North America - you name it, the Chinese supposedly sailed there decades, if not centuries, before any Europeans.

I say supposedly because there’s about as much primary evidence for this having happened as there is for me being the first human to teleport to the surface of the moon and establishing the first galactic Starbucks.

The book (and subsequent PBS “documentary”) is littered with paragraphs that are meant to confuse the reader. He continually tosses in references to his own expertise in navigation and cartography, though the only qualifications shown are a mention here and there that he served in the Royal Navy of Britain. Awesome, I went to high school for four years, I’m therefore an expert in English literature. Whenever Menzies finally decides to stake a claim, he passes off conjecture as fact. Take for instance the following quote, which I kid you not, was selected by opening the book to a random page:

In talking about why the Chinese would have bothered mapping Antarctica: Why had the Chinese bothered to do so? I began to wonder if they really had gone there. Then the answer that I should have seen at once suddenly came to me. They had chosen to sail to Antarctica in order to get underneath Crucis Alpha, the leading star of the Southern Cross. I could only shake me head in wonder at the skill and sophistication of these Chinese mariners of so many centuries ago…

NO! Stop shaking your head, damnit! THAT’S NOT A FACT! Please show me one piece of evidence that proves they sailed there to check out the stars. One journal entry, one letter home, one anything that clearly says, “why did we sail into all these icebergs again? Oh yeah, so we could check out some stars.” Until then, saying they went there is simply Menzies’ best guess! Just because they might have wanted to map the southern stars, there’s no PROOF that’s why they traveled to the South Pole when they did. My best guess is that Amelia Earhart simply crashed in the Pacific and maybe survived for a month or two on a deserted island, but I have no proof that events unfolded this way, so I could never say it was fact. Maybe she really was spying on Japan, maybe she landed and led a normal life out of the spotlight, maybe she was captured by aliens, who the hell knows. I certainly don’t and neither does Menzies.

Here, let’s flip to another page. In fact, let’s look at the claim that Chinese sailors not only made port in my foreign hometown - Newcastle, Australia - but also left behind ruins.

On evidence found near Newcastle of early Chinese fleet activity: In 1965, sand-miners unearthed a huge wooden rudder from this site; some said it was 40 feet high. If this description was even remotely accurate, it eliminates the possibility of an unknown Portuguese or Dutch voyage.

Okay, excuse me while I go punch myself in the face so as to alleviate some of this frustration I have pent up now. What do you mean IF it’s accurate? This happened barely 40 years prior - GO INTERVIEW SOMEBODY WHO WAS AT THE UNEARTHING! If you can’t find anybody who was there, then say so! And where the hell is this rudder? Did it vanish? Did they stick it back in the ground? Who the hell knows because Heaven forbid Menzies does some actually research and investigating.

The book is FULL of baseless “facts” like these. Menzies constantly cites “accounts” by many famous European explorers of encountering things that in hindsight don’t fit the historically accepted timeline, such as plant and animal life that’s only indigenous to Asia or how they found a map in Europe that already had the world mapped out for them before they set off to explore it. The only problem is that Menzies doesn’t reference any of these accounts! He provides not a shred of proof that any of these European explorers actually had these accounts. Come on! I can do that, Christ. Did you know that Columbus once talked about how shocked he was to encounter magical dragons protecting a gumdrop village in Cuba? Oh yeah, Columbus loved it there. The space aliens who supplied the village with endless amounts of chocolate milk treated him like royalty. Oh, you never heard of this tale? Don’t worry, it totally happened, Columbus once talked about it to his buddies.

Menzies does try to explain why he has such few primary sources. There was a great purge of exploration knowledge in China (though in reality it wasn’t nearly as bad as he makes it sound. In fact, there are still surviving primary sources from that era that Menzies either ignored or chose to leave out because they didn’t support his claims), or the DNA analysis hasn’t come back yet (THEN WAIT TO PUBLISH THE FUCKING BOOK!), or carbon dating on the ship wreckage was inconclusive, or no Chinese artifacts in the Americas have been found yet despite many people’s best efforts, or… Hell, whenever he actually goes out on the limb and references an actual source, there’s a decent chance that source is fake! He makes reference to a museum that doesn’t exist (page 220, the Kedumba Nature Museum in Katoomba, Australia) and to make matters even more hilariously frustrating, such a museum never existed in the first place.

Why didn’t the Chinese sail to Europe? They partied with effing penguins, but they couldn’t figure out how to find the center of civilization at the time? If the Chinese had settled amongst all so many Native American tribes, how come they didn’t have immunities to European diseases? Why didn’t the Chinese set up a single tribute colony, which was supposedly the whole purpose of their trip? How is it that Menzies is allowed to use ancient tales and superstitions by Native Americans (long ago, yellow people came from the sea…) as support for the “fact” that the Chinese showed up, but I’m not allowed to use them to support my hypothesis that a magical dragon kingdom of gumdrops and lollypop lanes did in fact exist?

To be fair, I haven’t finished the book. I say that only to point out that I doubt I’ll make it all the way through. After 200+ pages, there’s only so much I can take.

As humans, we hate not knowing something. It goes against our innate nature and I can most definitely sympathize with people who hate not knowing what happened in our past. I want to know just as much as the next guy whether or not the Chinese actually discovered the New World before Columbus. But people need to understand one simple fact, especially when it comes to teaching history: It’s far better to say you don’t know something than to pass off your assumptions and speculations as fact.

I hate it when a new video game comes out and completely takes over my life. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve also gotten better at avoiding such pitfalls. In the last few years, only Call of Duty 4 and Halo 3 have managed to ensnare me to the point where I sacrifice all health and hygiene so I can beat just one more level.

That said, Super Smash Brothers Brawl has managed to bitch-slap me into submission and I have a feeling that when the sun rises tomorrow, I’ll still be sitting in this chair, bleary eyed and slightly foaming at the mouth. It’s like crack and I’m just eating this shit up.

Oh crap, I just lost a life while typing this.

Over the past five days, my faith in humanity has been utterly destroyed due to the amount of people who somehow thought I was praising the Marine who maybe possibly could have thrown a live puppy off a cliff. Turns out way more people need to procure a damn sarcasm detector.

That said, I find the videos below absolutely hilarious.

Okay, so that last one didn’t really fit in, but I found it while going through videos and loved how well done it was.

The post I made exactly one month ago about starting this whole Shyzer Challenge counted towards me initial goal of 30 posts in 30 days. The update post I made halfway through the trial did not. So, as I sit on the fence trying to decide which way to fall, I have trouble deciding if this should count or not. There’s precedent for either way, but you know what? I think four real posts in one day is epic enough for me, five is almost legendary. Let’s not push our luck and go for six just yet, sound good?

So here we are. 30 freaking posts in 30 days. Is this 275 straight starts at QB? Na, but I almost feel like I should keep it going for another 245 days in honor of him. Okay, don’t even tempt me.

Seriously though, the past month has been pretty damn cool. I’d say it flew by, but in all honesty it felt like it crept on for ages. Yet, I gotta admit, I had fun. Way more fun than I thought I would. Only once or twice did I view it as a chore and the daily attempts to come up something new to write about was just as, if not far more, fun than actually writing the posts.

I don’t usually check the stats of Shyzer, but just looking at the before and after, there’s a clear difference. Daily readership has more than doubled (albeit from miniscule to slightly less miniscule), which is a result of organic readers (people coming here directly from their bookmarks), search engine traffic, and links to some of the more topical posts I’ve recently written. People are commenting more, I’m finding excuses to read other sites that I used to really enjoy, and again, I’m viewing things through a much more creative lens lately.

I don’t know how long I can keep this up, but you better believe I’ll make it 31 posts in 31 days. And 32 in 32. Maybe even 33 in 33. How long can I go? Let’s find out.

No, seriously, what the hell is your Zombie Plan? This isn’t a joke, people, this is a matter of life and death. Why are you laughing?! You’ll be sorry!

Okay, maybe I should give you a little background here. Somewhere along the way, my brothers and I became addicted to apocalyptic type stories. Any book, movie, or show that dealt with the end of the world resulted in multiple Gooblings consuming said media and analyzing it. Some of it was pure crap (okay, most of it). But the truly brilliant ones, from The Stand to Battlestar Galactica to Jericho, have always sucked us in and thus every time we all three get together during the holidays, we get to talking about our Zombie Plan.

Zombies? What?

So what the hell is a Zombie Plan? Well, quite simply, it’s our plan for when zombies finally rise up and try to take over our planet by eating us alive. Clay has always been a zombie freak and I gotta say, while I’m not too keen on the idea of having to put a bullet between his eyes, I’d totally be cool with it if he was trying to munch on my delicious arm. Okay, so we don’t actually expect zombies to attack, but seeing as how everywhere you turn there’s the threat of nuclear holocaust or some super virus wiping out the population or hell, who knows, maybe aliens invading us - well, the end of the world could come in our lifetime, no? I’m mean, just maybe, right? So why not plan for it?

Now, I’m not about to give away our plan for all the see and study, because the last thing I want is people copying it. I hate to break it to ya, but if the apocalypse DOES come, it’s every family for themselves until things settle down a little. Sure, we want to be neighborly and friendly and civil and blah blah blah, but when there’s only one bag of rice left at the local Wal Mart, I don’t see a neighbor reaching for it, I see an obstacle to my family getting some much needed nourishment. But I don’t want to be put in that position in the first place! That’s for all you unprepared idiots out there to deal with. Thus, the first lesson of our Zombie Plan!

So let’s say the end of the world is here. What are the most important basic human needs? We’re not talking Maslow’s hierarchy of needs here, we’re talking daily survival in a suddenly alien environment. I don’t care if it’s a super virus or invading army, we’re going to need shelter, security, and food. For the most part, shelter is going to be readily available. With the mass extinction of humans, finding a roof to put over your head won’t be that hard. We lump clothing into this category as well, because finding ample clothing (even shoes, despite what Cormac McCarthy might think) are going to be easily gotten for generations to come. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had the same pair of jeans for years now and they still fit perfectly.

Fine, so what do I need?

Security is going to be a little tougher. Guns and ammunition are going to be immediately gobbled up, so you need to make sure you have access to enough to last you for at least a few years. In the meantime, it won’t hurt to brush up on your archery skills during your downtime, because once all the ammunition is spent, that’s going to be the next best option. You know how in real estate, the three rules are location, location, location? Yeah, that’s also the three rules in a zombie infested landscape when talking about security. You want to make sure you have ample locations picked out ahead of time that have easy access to clean water supplies and arable land while also being in moderate climates, defensible positions, and out of nuclear fallout areas. Actually, on second thought, don’t bother researching that stuff, because that means you’ll most likely succumb to it and die, thus making it easier for the Gooblings to survive. We thank you for your kindness and generosity.

Food is going to be the hardest to come by. Don’t expect to be able to leave the food in your local grocery store and just come grab some whenever your stomach rumbles. Food in a store is going to last against nature and animals for a maximum of one year; much less if there are a lot of humans around. You need to be able to get the food to a secure location (ie, your newly created fortress) and get it there fast. But even then, it’s only going to last for some time. If you track how much food you eat in a week, you’d be surprised how much and how quickly you go through it. Some canned food is obviously going to last a while, but even then, you’ve only got a few years at the most. You need to be able to grow your own fruit and vegetables, hunt your own meat, and create your own farm if you want things like dairy and eggs. Far too many people won’t think about this until they’re stomachs are grumbling and these are going to be the most dangerous people of all. Again, this is where the importance of finding a location comes into play. What happens if you need to move due to shifting radiation clouds or inadequate defenses against hungry hoards of ill-prepared people? There’s only so much food you can load up in the family SUV and even then, you’re hoping the roads aren’t clogged and you don’t run into any bandits or government personal who will “procure” your provisions. Plus, you’ll be hard-pressed to move any livestock or plants you’ve got growing, so make damn well sure you’re in the place you want to be before you start buttoning down the hatches!

Beyond securing the three necessities though, what else do you need to keep an eye out for long term survival? Creating a medication supply is obvious, as is a supply of seeds, mechanical parts, tools, etc. The thing is, I don’t know about you, but I’m no doctor. Nor do I have any clue what the hell I’m doing when it comes to repairing simple engines, planting gardens, or figuring out which medicine to take for what symptoms. Thus enters the important area of books. A lot of people are going to overlook this key item at first, but you need to make sure you’re not part of that group. Raid the local library and bookstore for any survivalist, botanist, medical, etc. books. Any field you don’t have an expertise in right now needs to be a book that you acquire. Again, these are things you don’t want to just leave lying around in stores to be taken/destroyed before you!

Hell yeah, I’m set!

So you’ve got your books, your food, your guns, and fully protected in your new house. First, take a minute to congratulate yourself. You’ve survived the initial hoard of man-eating ghouls and managed not to perish in the second wave of deaths fueled by incompetence. Ok, stop patting yourself on the back now, because I’m pretty sure I see some zombies that need sniping. But while you’re off doing that, I’m going to be stealing some valuables from your stash. No, don’t go protecting your family safe, idiot! Money and credit cards aren’t valuable now! Think about it, cash is going to be obsolete for at least a decade and thus, you need to try and predict what will become luxury items on the trading market. I’m talking about booze, coffee, sweets, and salt to name a few. All of them will soon become a booming industry of currency and thus, you’re gonna want to have plenty of each item on hand.

There’s obviously tons more to the Goobling Zombie Plan that you might want to think about. Is your family spread out across the country, if not the globe? If so, how are you going to stay in touch and communicate? Don’t count on e-mail or cell phones. What about transportation? Do you know who you’ll include in your newly formed conclave? Heck, do you even have a BOB ready for the first 24 hours? No? You’re screwed.

Okay, how about I just join you guys?

Not a chance in hell! Well, actually, fine, anybody can come join the Gooblings in our secret hideout. However, you must agree to one simple condition. Once the newly formed nation of Goobtopia (or maybe Shyzeria?) rises from the ashes, you have to agree to vote for me as the first inaugural President. Also, you can’t blame me if my first act as Overlord President is to order you to sacrifice yourself for the good of our proud nation. Hey, somebody’s gotta do it and it sure as hell won’t be me!

Additional Reading

Zombie Hunters - One of the few sites on the net that combines realistic survivalist advise along with humor without all the crazy nutjobs talking about overthrowing the government and building a new nation out in Bumfuck, Idaho. Well worth the read, as is their forums.

When I first heard the old saying “good writers borrow, great writers steal,” I scoffed at it. Surely great writers don’t steal. If a piece of writing was good enough to be stolen, wouldn’t the original author be able to find success with it? Plus, anybody stealing other’s work and then capitalizing on it would definitely be caught!

Then I entered the real world…

It wasn’t until I got to college that I actually started putting the Internet to good use. Downloading new music, finding directions, chatting with friends…and reading unpublished work.

Growing up, I’d venture to guess that 90% of the average person’s reading material is forced upon them. Book reviews, summer reading lists, crappy textbooks. Eventually we begin to find our “enjoyable” reading niche, which unfortunately for most men is Sports Illustrated or some other pathetic magazine while women turn to crappy romance novels. Before we know it, we’ve unceremoniously morphed into adults who have long forgotten what it feels like to read something spectacular. It’s no wonder that every time you board an airplane, all you see are cookie cutter John Patterson novels in people’s hands.

In the past, only a select few seemed to be lucky enough to truly discover and appreciate a Watership Down or Catch-22 or Ball Four. But even with those, you were limited. It’s my experience that no matter how wonderful a book may be, chances are anything else by the same author is…well, sub standard. You’ll always be holding the author up to what ultimately may be their magnum opus, at least in your eyes. Something that took years of writing and polishing and editing is what you find yourself holding as the benchmark for adequacy. An author can’t just snap their fingers and produce another equally astounding piece of work. I don’t care what J.K. Rowling writes next, it won’t top Harry Potter. The same goes for Richard Adams or Pat Conroy or any of the other authors who’ve written something I’ve grown to love.

So with that, all I can say is thank God for the Internet. There’s something different between an author in the traditional sense and somebody who writes and publishes something each and every day. Sure, you have to sludge through a lot of crap, but every now and then you find a hidden author that for reasons unknown is able to produce gem after gem, day in and day out, with practically nobody reading it. It doesn’t take a genius to see how somebody then goes from reading an unknown blog to ripping it off.

Think of it another way. How many of your favorite bloggers have taken their old material and actually made a book from it? How many of their posts will actually ever be read by more than a few hundred people? With odds like that, and other pressures that a “”published” author faces such as deadlines and expectations, I’m honestly shocked we haven’t seen more cases of plagiarizing on the web. The only blogger who I can name off the top of my head that transformed his material into a book (and whom I once read on a daily basis) was Colby Buzzell. Most bloggers simply delete their material when they grow tired with the net, like Doc and Stan did. At that point, ripping somebody off isn’t just an appealing option, it’s practically screaming in your face.

I write this post to point out one fact: in the past, I’ve ripped people off. There, I admit it. I’ve since deleted anything I copied from somebody else and thank God none of it became popular (in the sense that it made the Best of Shyzer or even garnered a lot of comments). Before, whenever I read something I especially liked, I might copy it here on Shyzer and bury it somewhere in a post. Now, I just link to it as it should be.

I think what changed my ways was having my own content stolen for the first time a few years back. It pissed me off then and it still pisses me off now, as is evident with the Mark Kotsay’s wife post I made a few months back. But at the same time, it’s an occupational hazard and something to be expected, I guess. Hell, I’ve even had attacks against me that I’ve copied other people for posts I made on HIF and it wasn’t even intentional. Such was the result of accepting user submissions. So, basically I know how it feels to be on every end of the plagiarizing triangle and frankly, none of them provide an enjoyable experience.

So to any would-be plagiarizing author out there who thinks he or she can get away with copying just a few paragraphs from an unknown website and passing them off as their own work - don’t do it. It’s simply not worth it, trust me.

Watching Brett Favre hold his press conference and talk about his retirement an hour ago wasn’t any easier than I thought it would be. Man, this sucks.

To be honest, I’m not too shocked he retired. You knew it was coming sometime soon and ever since at least two or three years ago, I’ve been trying to prepare myself for it. I really thought it was going to come last season, especially after everybody was congratulating him after his last game and he started crying and everything. I thought there was no way he’d be coming back after that. At the same time, I thought there was no way he’d not be coming back after the season the Packers just had. Go figure.

I’m just glad I got to see him play live and in person. Even though the second time kinda sucked.

Last year I wanted him to come back simply so he could prove how good he still was. I won’t lie and say I saw this past season coming, as I’m sure nobody thought Green bay would go 13-3 this year. But after the way they finished up the prior season, I honestly felt 9-7 was doable and 10-6 wasn’t that farfetched. And in the NFC, that’s easily playoff material. So having him back this past season was great. Having the Packers play the way they did was awesome. That damn Seattle playoff game was absolutely icing on the cake. Many people will say they’ll remember his poor performance against NY as his final game, but I’ll choose to cherry pick and remember that Seattle game in the snow.

He’s right though, there’s no guarantee Green Bay will be the cream of the crop again next year. The NFL is finicky like that. To be able to go out on your own and at the top of your game, no less, is something that has to be appealing to him. Nobody liked seeing Michael Jordan sucking it up in a Washington Wizards uniform. So I can understand and respect his decision to bow out now. As a fan, though, I can’t help but wish he’s lace up for another few years though

If you hate Green Bay, I can understand how all the constant media attention of Favre could be nauseating. Just thinking about them taking the same approach to a Derek Jeter or Tony Romo makes my stomach curl. But seeing as how I bleed Packer yellow (which can’t be healthy, I might want to see a doctor about that…), I’ve been loving every second of it. One thing that’s been bothering me, though, is listening to people try and rank him on the “all time” list of best QBs. To start with, that’s an almost impossible task, especially when comparing QBs from different generations. But even so, there’s a few things to keep in mind.

• As much as I love Donald Driver, Favre never had a Jerry Rice type receiver. Just look at the past receivers of his who have come out of the woodworks to talk about Favre in the past few days. Antonio Freeman? Don Beebe? Robert Brooks? Dorsey Levens? We’re not talking about perennial Pro Bowlers here and the few times they were in the Hawaii, Favre happened to be having a brilliant season. Coincidence? I think not. John Elway had Terrell Davis, Steve Young had Rice, Troy Aikman had Michael Irving and Emmitt Smith. Only Dan Marino had to work with less than Brett. Favre was one of the few QBs who could work his magic with or without great players on his offense and that should speak volumes.
• People like to point out that he holds the record for most INT’s, but when you’ve played as long as Favre and made as many attempts as he has, you’re going to throw some picks. Yes, as a fan, sometimes he’d drive you crazy with bad throws, but that was part of the Favre Package and you knew that coming into the game. Not once did the fanbase turn against him and start bemoaning that he needed to step aside (something the NY Giants fans could learn about…) and if all those interceptions were so bad, wouldn’t you think they’d be the first group of people to point out that he threw so many of them? Nolan Ryan is considered one of the best pitchers in baseball of all time, but people forget he holds the record for most walks.
• I don’t know how many other QBs in the 90s had to battle drug or alcohol addictions, but Favre not only battled and beat them both, but he had to do so while in the public spotlight. Just sayin’…

I think what I’ll miss most about Favre is simply watching him play. I dare you to name another athlete in ANY sport that plays with as much love for the game as Favre did. Watching him made me feel as if I was back in Spartanburg running BA passes with Chong or trying to score the winning touchdown by running through the rosebushes in our neighbor’s yard. He made watching football fun, almost to the point where you forgot about what a win or lose might do to the team’s record. All you cared about was seeing what other crazy ass play he could pull from nowhere and no matter how many times he made you scream out “NOOOOOOO!” in agony, he almost always single handedly redeemed himself with a miracle play here or a methodical drive there.

Brett Favre’s retirement isn’t tragic or sad or heartbreaking. It’s not something to dwell on or become depressed over. The man isn’t dead, he’s simply not going to throw a football for a living anymore. But damn if I can’t help but feel a small sense of loss over the simple fact that I’ll never get to see #4 running around a piece of grass with his helmet in one hand, his other arm stretched upright with one finger in the air, and a giant ass smile on his face.

Like I said two days ago, I miss the bastard already.

I’ve got to make 5 posts by midnight tonight if I’m to fulfill my 30 posts in 30 days quest. Thus, I’m digging into the archive of unfinished posts and seeing what I can polish up and get published. Here’s the first of *fingers crossed* five.

There aren’t many times when I voluntarily give up the Internet for prolonged periods. In fact, I’m struggling to think of any such occasions right off the top of my head. That is, excluding the week leading up to July 21, 2007.

To say that I was a little paranoid about being spoiled the ending of the final Harry Potter book would be an understatement. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that people on the Internet are assholes, myself included. Some more often than others, but trust me, the fact remains. If you spend more than an hour a day on the Internet, there will be a point somewhere along the line where you’ll purposefully be a dick just for the hell of it. And when the entire HP book ends up on the Internet over a week before it’s actual release date, you didn’t have to have an active imagination to know what would follow.

So, with that said, Only click the link below if you’ve finished the Harry Potter Heptalogy, because otherwise you’re going to be spoiled. For you see, I surprisingly don’t want to be a dick right now.

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This video was played during the opening credits to a MNF game this past season, but I missed it back then since I was in Australia.

This is one of those times where excess words only get in the way. So I’ll shut up and just watch that video again.