Welcome to Empirical Purple

A blog by Simon Brady to cover a surprisingly wide range of geekiness, in a combination that no-one else does quite the same way. Probably. Either that, or it'll just be Simon talking about the likes of Football (usually the Soccer variety), PC & Tabletop Gaming, WWE, Movies, Music and occasionally even my actual job of Graphic Design, depending on what I'm up to in the world.



Monday, February 06, 2012

Not Great at Picking These

At least when I went to sleep they were up by a point, after Tom Brady had eventually waltzed his way 98 yards down the field like the Giants defence wasn't even there.

With zero actual knowledge of the relative strengths and weaknesses of the teams involved - something that has been the case for almost ten years now since I last could pick the outcome of an NFL game with any sort of accuracy - my prediction was always going to be a coin toss.

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Decisions, decisions

Some times, I can't decide who I want to win the Super Bowl (which, with a simple typo, becomes a Superb Owl, which would be equally as awesome).

Take, over the last few years, Saints v Colts, Steelers v Cardinals and Colts v Bears, for instance. I have no positive emotional investment in either of them, so frankly can't care less who wins.

Teams who I would root for in the Championship game would probably be Dolphins, Raiders and Eagles - maybe even the Jets after a blog pointed out that they were the English football team of the NFL (in that they've won the big one once and will never shut up about it).

Friday, February 03, 2012

It's Cold, So Man Up!

We can't all be a real man's man, not all the time. Only William Regal (pictured) can do that.

Dear oh lord, that was an atrocious gimmick. Some strange lumberjack/builder/tradesman persona which actually ended up looking gayer than Rene Dupree getting wood during a match. WWE needs more Regal in its life. Anyway.

When I got into my car this morning, the temperature diplay showed me -7ยบ. When that sort of digit comes up in football scores, they have to spell it out '7 (SEVEN)' to quiet any disbelief at the thrashing one team or other is handing out.