So, I heard about the Terrell Owens incident yesterday morning, and within the first ten seconds of reading the article I thought, "Oh, I'm glad I don't have him on my fantasy roster." Yes, I'm sick. Last year, when Priest Holmes got hurt, I was watching the game, and yelled at him for ruining my chances, indifferent to the man behind the stats writhing on the ground. When we're just fans, we feel for the players. When you have something at stake (a just-for-fun fantasy football league), those sympathetic feelings obviously go out the window. What about people who have millions of dollars invested in these players, this "game", I can't even imagine.

Here is an exposition of the E-Ching from yesterday. It's a thought I've been mulling around for the last week or so. Is "pleasure" an above-and-beyond feeling, or is it just getting back to normal? Eating when you're hungry can be a huge relief. A crude example: relieving yourself can be a huge "relief", even to the point of feeling some pleasure. Cigarettes? Sex? Are these all relievers? Does true pleasure exist or is it all just temporal relief? Are all of our happiest moments truly that, or do they only feel that way because in those moments, everything else faded out?