Thursday, February 3, 2011
When you walk into the car audio department, it is almost impossible to get someone to help. Oh, and good luck finding someone from another part of the store, because they are absolutely clueless. Finally, after about 20 minutes of pacing back and forth in the department, I finally received some help. I had made my decision on which stereo I would like to purchase, and it was time to get it installed. The guy rang me up, and handed my new stereo to the installation guy, who was going to throw it in. It cost $49.99 to install, which I figured was a wise investment, since I have no concept on how to install car audio.
After waiting around for an hour, the guy said that everything was ready to go, and I could take off. I was pretty stoked, I finally had a decent stereo, and not an outdated piece of crap. All was well with the world, or so I thought.
As I drove away, I started to fiddle with the radio, and I realized that something wasn't right. The stereo I wanted was blue, and had a USB port in the front, this one was strictly an MP3 stereo. The jackass associate gave the wrong stereo to the installer, and thus, the wrong stereo was installed.
Naturally, I was quite annoyed, but not really pissed. I figured it was a simple mistake, and it would be fixed, and the only thing that it would take was a little more time. As I walked back the department, to explain my little stereo fiasco, I meet the department manager. I explain to him, that I wanted stereo A, and you guys gave me stereo B, can I please have the stereo I wanted in the first place.
The manager proceeds to tell me that the stereo that was in my car by mistake, was better, and that I could run a wire into my glove box, and it would work better. Of course, I told him that I understood that, and that I would like the stereo in which I originally requested. Again, he attempts to get me to keep the wrong stereo, despite my objections.
After he finished speaking, I looked at him like I was a murderous demon. I gazed in his eyes, and clearly intimidated him, which being the slightly chubby geek that I am, was so surprising. It actually felt quite empowering to see the look of fear in a mans eye, and knowing I put it there, took away some of the frustration that I was feeling.
Finally, after four hours spent within the walls of the nation's largest electronics retailer, I was ready to bail, and not come back. I know a few people who work for Best Buy, and they are smart, knowledgeable people. However, the vast majority, are quite rude, and stupid. How the hell does someone install the wrong stereo? Then the manager tries to talk me in to keeping the product I don't want? Suffice to say, it will be a long time before I buy something in that store. Oh well, I guess I can always shop at Circuit City, or Good Guys. Oh, wait.
Posted by Kevin Charity at 1:51 AM
Sunday, January 30, 2011
The Cleveland Cavaliers had the first pick in the 2003 draft, and naturally his hometown Cavs would select him number 1 overall. The hopes and dreams of long-suffering Cleveland fans were placed squarely on his broad, eighteen-year-old shoulders. Cleveland had their homegrown hero, who was ready to place the Cavs on the top of the basketball mountain.
James was a beast right out of the gate for Cleveland, winning Rookie of the Year, and averaging nearly 21 points, 5 rebounds, and 6 assists. Cleveland finally arrived as an elite team in the 2006-2007 season, as James carried the Cavaliers through the playoffs. James put up one of the greatest performances in the history of the NBA in Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals, scoring his team's last 25 points, in a double-overtime win over Detroit. The upstart Cavaliers however, were swept by the grizzled San Antonio Spurs, and the Cavs went back to the drawing board.
The last two seasons were successful for the Cavs, in the regular season anyway. They won 66 games in the 08-09 season, and 61 in the 09-10 season, but they could never win that elusive championship. Lebron's impending free agent status left Cavs fans all across Ohio wondering if the "global icon," would stay home, or chase his championship aspirations in a larger market.
The Cavaliers had one advantage, in that they could offer him the most money, due to the way the salary cap of the NBA is structured. Plus, Lebron could stay in Ohio, and enjoy the comforts of home, and try to chase a championship for the longest suffering fans in all of professional sports.
Then "The Decision" night came. The elaborate spectacle that James, ESPN, and his entourage put together, in which James would conduct interviews, and the special would be capped off with James making the decision of where he would play for the foreseeable future. Fans of perspective teams like the Heat, Bulls, and Knicks waited with great anticipation, Cavaliers fans watched with great trepidation. James then uttered those now famous words, "I'm taking my talents to South Beach, and I'm playing for the Miami Heat."
Cavaliers fans stood in disbelief. Their hometown hero spurned them for the hotter girl, and broke the hearts of an entire city. The entire nation got to bear witness to the greatest athlete in the city's history spit in all of their collective faces. The city turned from despair, to anger as fans ripped off their #23 jerseys, and burned them into the Earth. Sports-talk radio was filled with blood-thirsty fan, ready to denounce James for his treason. The wound was opened wider with James' proclamation that the Heat would win 8 championships with new superstars Dwayne Wade and Chris Bosh.
The venom directed towards James was universal. Everyone from regular fans, to sportswriters, even current players hated James for his shameless self-promotion. A poll conducted by the Q scores company, ranked Lebron as the #6 hated athlete in all of America. Clearly, that would suggest that James is completely hated all around America. However, many different factors point that the hate for James is not shared by all, or even many.
James received over 2 million votes for the upcoming All-Star game, and was elected a starter. What this tells me, is that basketball fans are still enthralled with the King. Judging upon their attendance, we have learned the the city of Miami has a pretty apathetic fanbase, so we can rule out Heat fans stuffing the ballet box. We also know that objective basketball fans are not the ones voting for the starters, since an injured Yao Ming is starting at center for the Western Conference.
Lebron's #6 Heat jersey is one of the top sellers in all the NBA, with popular players like Kobe Bryant and Dwight Howard. I am pretty sure that disgruntled Cavs fans are not buying box fulls of Lebron jerseys, simply to burn them. They can hit up the clearance section at Ross, and burn his old Cavs jerseys.
The bottom line, here is that fans don't hate Lebron. We all know that the world of fairweather fans is quite large. Idiots hit up jersey shops every day, buying up Lebron and Kobe jerseys, simply because they are great players. People can say they hate Lebron, but the facts do not back that up. Lebron is just as popular as ever.
Posted by Kevin Charity at 1:52 AM