Free For All

A hodgepodge of posts, largely unrelated to sports.

My One Month Sabbatical

I’ve decided to call September a sabbatical. If you haven’t noticed, I certainly like labeling and/or categorizing just about everything. My posts here often reflect this need. It was difficult, but during this September sabbatical I took a step back from this beloved website. In fact, I didn’t post at all.

This does have some topical relevance, actually. Gawker (which operates behemoth sports blog Deadspin) has a new sabbatical policy. And, it’s rather awesome. Here is the leaked internal Gawker memo via BI:

Sabbatical Policy
We strive to be a company that allows employees to enjoy tenures longer than your average company’s. But longer than average tenures demand better than average paid time off policies.
Earlier this year, we stopped formally tracking paid time off centrally. But sometimes — say, after four years of continuous employment — you need a longer break.
Today we announce our Sabbatical Policy: after four years of continuous employment, employees are eligible for one month paid time off. (If an employee waits until their fifth year of service, they are eligible for five weeks off. And six weeks at six years, etc.) Employees must work with their Managers to agree on specific timing and coverage, and ultimately sabbaticals need to be approved by the Company — but it’s our intention to give those who have worked with us for many years time for a proper break.
The sabbatical has always intrigued me. It’s a staple in academia. My interest in the sabbatical might stem from there — I’ve always thought professor to be a fantastic career. Yes, it’s a lot of hard work (but so are many jobs). In academia working hard might get you acclaim, good pay and benefits, summers off and, of course, sabbaticals. Oh, and, tenure. That’s right — they can’t give you the boot! On the other hand, working hard in corporate often gets you only a small portion of these perks. What gives?!

Obsessed With Bieber

The things other than sports that we are obsessing on will blow your mind. Or make you question our state of mind.

I love reading about Justin Bieber. That’s right, Justin Beaver Bieber. I don’t necessarily like his music. But, at the very same time, I don’t hate it either. I’m not in the business of dogging on a teenagers music. However, I am curious to see where Bieber fever goes from here.

I came home late yesterday evening to find that NBC is airing a two part special on Bieber. The first half aired last night. This is what NBC airs in primetime nowadays. And we wonder why they are getting slaughtered in the original programming category by the cable networks.

The cameras follow the Biebs around on one of his world tours. A novel concept, I know.

Needless to say, I watched it. During this hour special Bieber was jet-setting around Europe. Seeing a bunch of teenagers go nutty, Beatles-style, over Justin isn’t what intrigues me. Although it was interesting to see that places like Norway are just as loony as America.

What does interest me with Justin Bieber is the person behind the persona. I want to know what he is really like at this point in time. He’s a mega-star. As big as it gets. Is he a fucking asshole? Is he the nicest dude going? Specifically, I want to know if he will be the next child star tragedy. Drew Magary’s GQ piece is the closest I’ve come to getting that insight.


The Crapification Of Adam Sandler

OWS sometimes strays from adorable sports commentary. These off-topic posts can be found in the Free For All section.

I’d call Adam Sandler’s recent box office offers weak, at best. Actually, the worst part is that it isn’t so much a “recent” development. Adam Sandler hasn’t made a quality movie this millennium.

We are talking about 12 or 13 years to be specific. Big Daddy was released in 1999. Here is Sandler’s filmography post-1999…