As I write the latest installment of my market update / missive, I feel compelled to comment on the utter domination that took place in NOLA last week; and as much as I hate Kentucky, I can’t help but love that fact that they won the National Title. If you remember, Vanderbilt happened to beat Kentucky to take home the SEC title just a few weeks ago. If you take into consideration the transitive property, then technically, Vanderbilt could be considered the best team in the country. But I digress.
Given my lack of recent trips out West, I felt a more fitting analogy this time around would be surrounding my recent transgressions on the ice. For those of you that don’t know me, I reside in Charlotte, where ice hockey is somewhere between jay-walking and cow-tipping in the list of most fun things to do. But, when you combine my roots growing up playing hockey in MN, my propensity to talk more trash than anyone else in the arena, and the assumption that most my opponents are still wondering when they started letting black people play hockey and the result is oodles of fun and countless hours of hilarity (at least in my view). Over the couple of years that I have been playing in on the Men’s Leagues in town, I have acquired the reputation of being quite the a$$hole; I guess perennially being in the both the top 5 in scoring and in penalty minutes (95% of which were do to Unsportman’s Like Conduct) can lead to one being portrayed as such. Go figure.
This past season I had decided that it was best for my teammates if I focused less on epic celebrations and more on just playing hockey. As the season rolled along and my boredom grew, I became less and less cognisant of my season-long endeavor and subsequently let my Northern bravado get the best of me. What resulted was me throwing my glove up in the air, using my stick as a rifle and acting as though I was shooting it as it fell to ice; this after scoring my third goal in a game which we led by 5…Whereas I thought this to be one of the better cele’s that I had performed, apparently a guy on the other team thought differently. In fact, my Teemu Selanne impersonation infuriated so much to the point where he hopped off the bench proceeded to to try and fight me. In the end I guess this was one glove toss too many as I was swift-fully relegated from this league and now have to drive 40 minutes to the only other ice-rink in Charlotte.
Like my recent “lapse in judgement” I believe market participants should be weary of losing focus on a solidly performing marketplace where I believe, notable “tail” risks remain….or you could just not be a d*ck, but lets be honest, where’s the fun in that?
