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T-pisode 296: Life Audibles

Here is Tom Brady calling an audible. Sometimes life calls an audible for you and you just have to listen. Therefore, we’re all like Tom Brady sometimes. Even those of you that hate this amazing man. LOLzzz.

Here is Tom Brady calling an audible. Sometimes life calls an audible for you and you just have to go along with it. Therefore, we’re all like Tom Brady sometimes. Even those of you that hate this amazing man. LOLzzz.

 

Recent events in my life these past few weeks have me thinking about A LOT of things. My career. My writing endeavors. T-blawg. Friends. Family. Especially family. Women. The ones of the past and present. And change. A lot of things are changing for the better for me. Some things have stayed the same far too long for my liking. And other things are out of my control and just absolutely suck. This all goes beyond the karma kick I’ve been on and writing about recently. This is more about life and the way life can make decisions for you whether you like these decisions or not. I’m calling them “life audibles.”

You have a plan. You have a firm plan. You have a goal. You have several goals. You have some talent. You have a great work ethic. You have a ton of ambition combined with the book & street smarts needed to be successful in life mixed in with a lot of common sense. You can read people like a book. You are a great judge of character. You are respected. You give respect. You are humble because of your past. You are aware of your life in every way possible now while enjoying every gifted moment of the present. And hungry as hell for a better future. Your circle is tight. Who and what you need is in your life. Then all of a sudden life throws you a curveball and makes a change, a decision that wasn’t a part of your plan. When you are someone who prides himself on being controlling in every aspect of his life…not a controlling other people type of controlling…but controlling like in steering the ship in the right direction while avoiding inclement weather and choppy waters way. It’s difficult to watch this happen. This unplanned change. This decision that wasn’t yours to make. Whether or not you want someone you love to be healthy, life can change that. Whether or not you want to be in a relationship with someone, life can change that. Whether or not you still want to be close with someone, life can change that. Whether or not you want to complete that tangible goal by a certain age, life can change that. Whether or not you want….you get what I’m saying. These are life audibles. You see it going one way and life makes the call to make it go another way. The coaches in the booth up in the sky are changing the play in your helmet for you and you have no say. You just have to go along with it and hope it moves the ball down the field. Hope for a touchdown. Or at least settle for the first down. A lot of life audibles will be called in your life and you just have to deal with them as a part of life. I just learned this.

You throw in everything I’ve been dealing with lately, both good and bad, combined with the recent Patriots loss and yes, you have this T-pisode. It’s what I do people. Life lessons through experience mixed in with dating and sports. I hope I’m getting out of this heavy life audible calling stage and back into calling my own plays and audibles on the field of life soon. Because we should all want to be superstar quarterbacks with the ability, talent, respect and balls to call our own audibles. I’m the type of person to succeed or fail by making my own calls. Just like Tom Brady. I wouldn’t want to live life any other way. But that’s just me.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 295: Soapbox Stupidity

Seriously though. How do some people not realize this? And yet, they keep trying.

Seriously though. How do some people not realize this? And yet, they keep trying.

 

If I haven’t declared my complete support of “freedom of speech” here on T-blawg by now then I haven’t done my job very well the last six years. Speaking my mind through words whether they come from my mouth or my fingertips is something I pride myself on. This site and the social media channels supporting this site have become my soapbox. I am very aware of this. I also know that social media has given everyone and their mother, pun intended, the opportunity to voice their opinion for better or for worse. And lately it has been the latter.

We are in an election year and this of course brings EVERYONE and their opinions out of the woodwork, on to their soapbox, whether it is Facebook or Twitter or Instagram and into the faces of everyone that they know or don’t know. People you work with. People from your old neighborhood. People from college. Close friends. Old friends. Family members. Complete total strangers. They all have something to say. Some make sense to you in your mind. Some sound like you. Some share your views. Others…not so much. They are ignorant. Possibly even racist. Clearly uneducated. Borderline insane even? But they ABSOLUTELY have the right to their opinion and they have every right to voice it. But on their own Facebook page. Not mine. In their own Twitter feed. Not in my feed. On their own Instagram. Not on mine. You see, I don’t have time for nonsense. For ignorance. Nor do I tolerate blatant stupidity. Especially from someone who is clearly looking to argue instead of trying to inform me. There’s a difference, yo. You’re not coming over to “T Land” and planting your flag. Oh no. Not today, Satan. Not any day for that matter. I’m Italian. I’m a fighter. But arguing with someone on social media is one of the most pointless and useless ways to waste your time and energy. I have learned this with the rise of social media over the last 8 or 9 years. And besides, when has anyone changed your mind through a social media argument? When has someone changed your point of view on anything due to their tweets? When has someone else’s meme or infographic, whether it is “right” or not, changed your vote? NEVER. So preach your opinion in your own land. Not in mine. And don’t forget people, social media also gives us the power to turn off the rants of lunatics. It also gives us the ability to unfriend and unfollow anyone and everyone. It gives us outs that we don’t have in real life off of social media. So use them. I certainly do.

One plus to all the insanity happening on social media now is that we all get an opportunity to see how our friends, family and social media acquaintances truly feel. Their masks are off. A lot of them have exposed themselves. Some really aren’t good people. For me this has helped vet through a plethora of people I have in my life both in the physical and digital forms. And now I have a different type of information to make educated decisions on whether I want to continue communications or relationships with them. Some make me want to catch up with them. Others have put the proverbial nail in the coffin and buried the relationship. Social media…it’s changing us all. For better or worse.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 294: Filler People

This is like my only Instagram pic that has people in it! No, really. So I thought it would capture the title of this T-pisode. Kind of. I mean I’m pretty sure some of these people on Newbury St. have been filler people in their lives. We all have.

This is like my only Instagram pic that has people in it! No, really. So I thought it would capture the title of this T-pisode. Kind of. I mean I’m pretty sure some of these people on Newbury St. have been filler people in their lives. We all have.

 

I have written a lot of original words, shared personal philosophies, captured my daily sayings, established both my insanely disciplined and unorthodox rules and coined several of my own phrases here and pushed them all out into the world during my time here on T-blawg. Today I’m adding one more to the T-blawg vernacular. And that is “filler people.” And yes, filler people ties into the world of dating, sex and relationships. Three all-time popular topics here on T-blawg for sure. What are filler people? They are simply the people you date or hook up with or get into relationships with that just fill a spot in your life that you needed at that time. But they are not the “real” thing. Oh no.

There are so many people in this crazy, beautiful world. Sometimes we come across some good ones who just find their way into our lives and find this “spot” in your life. A spot in your head. A spot in your heart. A spot in your bed. A spot into your dating routine. A spot into your daily routine. And they just stay there. Because you need that. You need them. Sometimes it’s glaringly obvious that they are only filling a “temporary” spot and sometimes it is not so obvious until they either no longer want to fill that spot; you no longer need that spot filled; or someone else comes along and fills more spots than they did. Get it? They are filling a need. A want. Physical needs. Emotional needs. The attention given by them is something that is convenient to your life in between the next “big thing.” But all of it is just temporary attention. There isn’t any substance to build on. It’s a fix. In my time I have DEFINITELY been a filler person to a lady or two or three. And some were filler people to me. The fillers in recent memory… I liked giving her attention because of her eyes and her love for the Patriots and fitness. I liked when the other one got drunk and came over for the night. I liked dating the other one and seeing her when we could fit into each others’ schedules. The texts everyday and night made me smile. I made her smile. The sex from the other was great. The drunken cuddles and pillow talks with the other one felt good in their own right too. Each filled a spot for me. Or two. Or three. And I filled some for them. You’re not really dating a filler person. You’re not just hooking up with filler people. Sex isn’t a spot. That’s a need. Don’t get it twisted. And you’re certainly not in an actual relationship with a filler person. No. You’re an adult so “just talking” no longer puts points up on the scoreboard. Counting the people you had sex with just for the “numbers” stopped years ago. Now it’s all about the in between, that comes and goes until you find someone you really have a connection with. That you really want to date. That you end up in a real relationship with. Where you both develop real feelings for each other. Everything else is just…well…filler.

At my age I have no problem with filler people. I recognize that’s what they are whether I speak on it or not. Dating and being single as long as I have has given me an UNCANNY ability to read someone. To read their faces, their body language and their intentions. To know what they are really saying even when their spoken words are saying the opposite. And to read between the lines. The between the lines is sometimes where that spot resides. Where they like to stay until it’s time to move on. Filler people, you know them. You have been one. Now they just have a name and a definition. Now find the spots you have filled and need filled and move on to someone else. Once again, thank me later.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 293: The 7 Karma Gods of Man

The start of my 2016 has inspired this T-pisode. Karma at it’s finest.

The start of my 2016 has inspired this T-pisode. Karma at it’s finest.

 

 

I believe in karma. I have written about it for years. Do good, you’ll get good. Do wrong and it’ll come back around to get you. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But one day, in one shape or form, it’ll come get you. And in my time I have come across karma many times. So much so that I started to believe in the karma gods. And according to my “Good Will Hunting” genius level math, there are 7 of them every man will experience in his life. On several occasions.

 

The Dating Karma God
I’ll start with her. SHE is powerful. She is generous. She is vindictive. Whether you are casually dating someone, in a relationship with someone or just hooking up with someone, treat that person well. From the start until the very end. Be honest. Be kind. When it ends, end it with class. Always communicate and always be giving. Because if you are not, you will pay for it in one of your relationships down the road. She will break your heart. But she can also make you feel like you have one too. If you treat each relationship right.

The Money Karma God
Respect HIM and respect money. This god will giveth and he will taketh away from you. Work for your money. EARN it. Do not play with it. Do not gamble it. Be generous with it. Spoil everyone you love with it. And the money karma god will make sure that you know money isn’t everything but it’s sure great to have. Hopefully as a man HE will let you know what it’s like to be both broke and then rich in your lifetime. Karma at it’s best right there.

The Sports Karma God
Possibly the most fickle and cyclical karma god known to man. Oh yes HE is. Cheer your teams. Cheer your sports heroes. Be loyal to them when they are up and even more so when they are down. You have every earned right to cheer them and to boo them as long as you stay true to them. But if you are a sore loser or even worse, a sore winner, HE will smite you and your team. Your team(s) may lose the big one by one play. They may lose for decades. Your hero may fall to scandal or injury. And whatever you do, never talk trash if an enemy’s team loses by the hand of a team that is not YOUR team. This angers the sports karma god and you NEVER want to anger him.

The Karma God of the Friend
Just like you are loyal to your teams, a team full of strangers to you to be exact, be even more loyal to your friends. Do not be a friend when it is only convenient for you. When it is only on your terms. When it is only on your schedule. Celebrate your friends’ successes. Pick them up when they have fallen. And the karma god of the friend will bless you with friendships of a lifetime. The length of the friendship is not important. The friend is. Never forget that and always treat your friends right. This karma god is one of the most important of the karma gods.

The Karma God of Family
The only karma god more important to a man than the karma god of the friend is the karma god of family. Always treat your family better than you treat yourself. Do wrong to a family member and that karma will never stop coming back to collect. I have seen this first hand time and time again. And it has always made me do right by family even to the ones who have done me wrong. Sometimes though you have to pay for the bad karma caused by other family members. This is the only karma god to never smite me directly because I learned to respect HIM at a very young age. Indirectly, he has gotten to me. So spread the word to your family fellas and teach them to do right to each other.

The Career Karma God
I have always taken my career seriously but earlier on in my career I allowed myself to make some foolish decisions and unfortunate mistakes that came back around to cost me jobs. Cost me money. Cost me peace of mind. When I worked harder than anyone else in the room, I elevated my career. I achieved success, recognition, money and unmatched experience. Every man needs to have a high level of respect and understanding of the career karma god. No positive meme or motivational quote will help you if you don’t. That I promise you. Take your career seriously. Work harder than you could ever imagine. Then thank the career karma god for all of his blessings. Blessings earned my friends.

The Health Karma God
Treat your mind, body and soul like one amazing and personal temple. Because if you don’t the health karma god will turn on you. Oh yes SHE will. The hangovers and lack of sleep that were not even on your radar in your 20s will be very painful in your 30s if you do not respect the aging process. And the aging process is directly tied to your health because of her! Eat clean. Sleep. Work out. Run. Drink water. All the water! Do not anger the health karma god. SHE will KILL you.

 

There they are. The 7 karma gods of man. Documented. Finally.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 292: Year VII

Let’s use this fancy schmancy rain photo I captured in Fenway as a symbol of me washing away all my past sins committed on and because of all things T-blawg the last six years, shall we? Yeah? Ok.

Let’s use this fancy schmancy rain photo I captured in Fenway as a symbol of me washing away all my past sins committed on and because of all things T-blawg the last six years, shall we? Yeah? Ok.

 

2016 is the official start of “Year VII” for T-blawg. Yes, the site snuck in with about a month remaining in 2009 and now this is the first official T-pisode of 2016. So, it is “Year VII” officially official. And I did go with the Roman numeral due to my love of all “Rocky” and “Star Wars” movies, which are back and going strong as of late. As I prepared to close out T-blawg “Year VI” between my last two T-pisodes of “Festivus” and my “Transition Year” I had to look at all things tied to this site from the site itself to the break I took earlier in the year to the book to the social media pages and had to think about a few things. There wasn’t going to be an “Addressing The T-blawg Nation” T-pisode this time. Oh no. Not this year.

This year I’ve decided to take T-blawg into a new direction. As the site caught up to my life I started to leave the craziness of my past behind. I finished my “Bro Code” chapters and introduced “Grown Man Shit” into the world. Which I still laugh when I see dudes using both but clearly don’t understand either one. Oh you young fools. LOLz. It’s ok though. Keep using my hashtags. Keep tucking your hats low too fellas! Anyway… I noticed that I was giving more advice than just writing and talking to myself here. And honestly? I want to do more of that. This is still T-blawg but I’m going to write in a different voice. More of giving my take and advice on life and topics instead of just telling my stories in a one-dimensional voice with a lesson learned in the last paragraph. With that said, I also want to tell more “Grown Man Shit” stories without having to say “Grown Man Shit” anymore. Yep. I’m giving up the profanity. I swear too much on here and in real life. I want to change that. Also, there will be no more #wouldwife posts. Hell, I’m still proud of creating that but I no longer have a need to give that label to “hot” semi and full celebrity women. I don’t want to “wife” them. I’ve met too many amazing women the last six years and they have given me reasons to make this change. I’m also not going to post randomness on non-Monday days like short posts or YouTube videos. These changes have come the last 6 months if you go back and look. I’m going to post on Mondays only and the hat will stay low. Monday T-pisodes and the T-blawg Pose have always been this site’s core. That won’t change. Twitter will no longer be used for venting. It will be more tweets related to everyday life and opinions of mine. The Facebook page has become mostly links to here and pics from my Instagram so that’ll stay the course. And Instagram will continue to be “Jon Blaze” pics that I skillfully capture!!! The book? It’s coming. By year-end, baby.

So this is the start of something different. T-blawg is still my favorite thing to do while keeping the secret life under the hat thing going. I’m still T but I’m just older and wiser and I do think differently now but I will always reflect on my past as a writer. I’m extremely excited about 2016 for my life both on and off here. This is the place where my worlds collide and I love that I have that in my life. Not a lot of people can say that. Or do what I’ve created for myself and for all of you. So let me swear one last time on here… Son of a bitch bastard fucking fuck!!! And here we go baby….A change is coming. That’s what she said, one last time.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 291: 2015…The Transition Year

This was a banner and things continued to look up for me. This pic was also another one taken by me that blew up on social media and was featured on Boston.com. I have no problem with adding “Instagram iPhone Photographer” to my skillset. You’re never too old to learn, grow or develop. Never.

This was a banner year and things continued to look up for me. This pic was also another one taken by me that blew up on social media and was featured on Boston.com. I have no problem with adding “Instagram iPhone Photographer” to my skill set. You’re never too old to learn, grow or develop. Never.

 

I started this year like every other year. With a game plan. But between the snow, the Patriots epic Super Bowl run, the Deflategate scandal, late night texts and Uber drop offs & pick ups and several organization changes within my company AKA my daytime career…I was distracted. I wanted to finish the book, but I didn’t. I wanted to get away from all the filler women (that T-pisode is coming) who even though a few of them were sweet, they were a distraction. And I didn’t get away from them. I wanted to continue my new fitness routine of prepped meals, mud races and dirty boxing. But I didn’t. I tried making plans with friends and family I hadn’t seen in a while but I didn’t see them. Next thing I knew it was Summer and I was heading to Greece. Then the transition happened.

Before I left for Greece I was given an opportunity at the office to make several changes. And I did. I took the ball and ran with it. My day time career became priority number 1. The book, T-blawg, writing, fitness, women, friends and family fell second to that. The last half of the year I built the foundation for a lot of long and short-term goals I plan to see pay outs with starting in 2016. I secured a new spot on the office roster. With that done I started writing again. I started working on the book again. T-blawg was up and running again. But different. Better. All of the filler women faded away. Good luck in life ladies. My relationships with the important people in my life became stronger. Thank God for them. I was back on a fitness routine kicking my own ass again. I was becoming stronger. Basically 2015 was split into two halves for me. The first half was thrown at me and I adapted and made some big moves. Big changes. The second half of the year allowed me to get ready for one hell of a fucking ROI (return on investment) for my future. And now it’s time to get back to a balanced life. I often wonder how some people don’t recognize an opportunity when they see one. Or how some run from challenges. Or even waste time on negative people and negative relationships. This year once again, I could’ve acted like everyone else. I could’ve been defeated. I didn’t have to adapt. I could’ve remained distracted. But I said “Fuck this.” And I made 2015 into my transition year. Change will come and go. People will come and go. Opportunities will come and go. Money will come and go. But I will always be constant. Consistent. And I will always be me. I will always continue to learn and grow as a man but I will always adapt and find ways to control my future. This was my 2015. This was my transition year.

Do I have a game plan for 2016? You bet your sweet ass I do. Specific goals are listed but the overarching theme is still the same as always… To be a better man today than I was yesterday. To never compete with anyone but myself. And to live, laugh, learn and love. If 2015 was my transition year then 2016 is going to be my “cashing in” year. The hard work, sacrifice and due diligence placed into the foundation of 2015 WILL result in my best year yet, 2016. With that said, this is the last T-pisode of 2015. Stay tuned for one hell of a fucking 2016 people. Happy New Year my friends.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 290: Festivus 7

Proud to say I’ve never been to a stupid ugly sweater party. I just don’t get them. But if I ever did go, I’d rock the shit out of this sweater.

Proud to say I’ve never been to a stupid ugly sweater party. I love a good party but I just don’t get THESE parties. Fuck yo stupid sweater party! But if I ever did go, I’d rock the shit out of this sweater.

 

Festivus. My favorite holiday of them all! It was created by the father of a writer on “Seinfeld” and made popular on the show years ago and I along with hundreds of other people (“Seinfeld” fans, Wikipedia users) have been celebrating it ever since. It happens on December 23. Two days before Christmas. Its tagline is “Festivus for the rest of us.” Its purpose is to have a holiday for the people who refuse to get caught up in the insanity of the other holidays during this time of the year. And its traditions are unmatched.

What are the traditions of Festivus? Well there is the “Festivus Pole” instead of a tree. A plain pole without any decoration. There are the “Feats of Strength” where the party isn’t over until the head of the household is pinned to the ground. There are “Festivus Miracles.” Like every Patriots hater waking up Festivus morning with their mouths permanently stitched shut! And then there is my favorite tradition of them all. The “Airing of Grievances!” This is the part where you get to tell everybody how they have disappointed you over the past year.

Here are my “Airing of Grievances” from 2009-2014:

Festivus 6. Festivus 5. Festivus 4Festivus 3. Festivus 2. Festivus 1.

 

Now it’s time for this year’s grievances. 2015 was a pretty great year for me but true to vintage T form, I managed to find some things to vent about. I present Festivus 7!!! AKA “F7” like the now shitty “Fast & Furious” movies.

 

Fuckface Cancer
I’m starting this year’s grievances just like last year’s. Because this fucking disease came back. But she’ll beat you again. Fuck you again cancer.

Patriots Haters
Oh my goodness. You sons of bitches are the worst. Shut the fuck up already. Focus on your own team and why they suck. Not on my team and why they’re awesome. Because they are. Still. LOLz.

Hot-Cold-Hot-Cold-Hot-Cold…Women
Yeah. I’m all set with you. Consistent women are in now. Women who communicate are in now. Women who don’t play games are in now. Grown women are in now. That hot-cold shit is played out. Peace.

Netflix & Chill
Bro, if this is part of your game then I hate to tell you…you have no game.

Speaking of loser type dudes…
Fellas, if you’re a dad then be a fucking dad. Whether you’re married, divorced or a single father. Be a fucking dad. Be there for your kids. Write the fucking check to support them. Take an interest in their lives. Do something for your kids. And while you’re at it, don’t disrespect your kids’ mom. EVER. Stop being a piece of shit.

SnapChat
Alright I joined. And yes, it is mostly naked shit going on or really boring fucking stories where people think their daily lives are like SUPER interesting. But they’re really like SUPER boring. And I’m convinced every chick I ever dated ABSOLUTELY did some shady shit with other guys on there. No doubt about it. Shadiest fucking social media app in history. At least everyone knows they’re on Tinder to hook up.

Not “Liking” Instagram People
The FUCK is your problem yo??? You know we can see when you “like” other people’s shit on there right? Then why follow someone and never like their shit but only like the shit of others??? It’s weird as fuck! You people are creepy. Just stop following if you’re not going to like anything. That’s the whole point of the fucking site. You post a pic. You like a pic. Then you go about yo day! SHIT.

Speaking of Instagram…
I’m grown. I’ve done been around plenty of women. So I’ve been around plenty of women asses. I know a healthy ass from a genetically blessed ass from a “fat” ass from a really fat ass. Seriously. Boys sweat “fake” asses. Men appreciate “real” asses. Whether you have a nice natural ass or one from all the hard work and squats you do in the gym, WE can tell. The asses with implants and injections have to stop ladies. They look terrible. And it’s unnatural. Stop it. Please. For the love of Baby Jesus. Yo fake ass is whack.

The shitty 2015 Red Sox
Back to back shitty seasons. The fuck? But here’s a prediction right here on T-blawg… The 2016 Boston Red Sox WILL win the World Series and David Ortiz will sail off into the sunset with his 4th championship and the title of “Greatest Designated Hitter” in major league baseball history. Watch.

All of a Sudden They All Political & Shit Jerks
Yes we’re coming up on an election year but this past year I had to endure a shit ton of fucking idiots and their uneducated and ignorant views on politics. Holy shit. My Facebook feed is seriously down to like 5 people. For reals.

Sons of Anarchy Finale
I know the show ended in December 2014 but I was on my world-famous “T-blawg Hiatus” and didn’t get to give my opinion. So here’s my opinion. It sucked. A lot. Jax as a motorcycle riding Jesus committing suicide? Dumbest fucking show ending ever. I’m still pissed!

Second Kidney Stone
FUCK YOU and your mother.

Clueless Women
Ladies, if a guy is nice to you, goes out of his way to see you, remembers little things about you, tries to make you smile, gets you little sweet gifts, he’s into you. It’s a slow roll because you are tough to read. That poker face is attractive but loses its appeal eventually. Sometimes you have to make a move too or give a sign back or you can just continue to live alone with your cat and bitterness. LOLzzzz.

ISIS
Because of you my sister made me postpone my trip with my niece to London and Paris. And rightfully so. We’re in a scary place across this entire planet right now. And using hate and religion to kill people makes you the lowest scum possible.

2016 Plan Based on 2015 “No-Sees”
If I tried to hang out with you in 2015 and you didn’t make it happen just know this, I’m not making plans with you ever again. I tried. A lot. But I’m not coming to see you anymore. I’m busy as fuck and making crazy big moves. You want to see me? You now have to come see me. 2015 I recognized the fat. 2016? The fat will be trimmed. Still love ya, but I got shit to do yo.

Spike Lee & Dane Cook
You two dopes still have me blocked??? LOLzzzzz. Fucking awesome.

The T-blawg Book
It’s coming. That’s what she said.

Asshole Hail
I get a brand new car. I’m on a fantastic trip in Greece. What happens? A fucking hail storm puts 106 dents into my brand new car. That was SO not cool. Got the problem taken care of like it never happened but what the fuck was that all about??? I thought I had a clean slate with all past evil deeds, karma? Cut the shit. We’re even now!

Group Text Starters
Here’s how this shit should work… Only start a group text with people who know each other. Who are very close with each other. Not because you want to go out Saturday night and decide to fucking start a group chat with every contact in your fucking phone! People who do this…WHO hurt you??? You are insane. I don’t want to chat with people I’ve never met. The fuck are you DOING to me, bro?! Enough.

Posers
The amount of dudes portraying a fake life on social media is getting out of control and is a fucking insult to the men who actually have those toys, actually make six-seven figures, actually been to all those countries, actually do spoil their girls, friends and family. Pull back youngin’. Pull back.

Pink Hatters
I’ve seen a resurgence in the Pink Hat force recently. It was when the Pats “perfect” season came to an end recently. You’re a fake fan. You’ve never been to a game in your life. You’ve never watched a full game in your life. Sharing a Patriots meme doesn’t make you a Patriots fan. Please, shut the fuck up. And don’t celebrate with us real fans when they win the Super Bowl again this year. You didn’t earn it. We did.

Game of Thrones and Walking Dead Mind Fucks
Either kill the character or don’t! I don’t give a fuck! Just let me know one way or another!!! Guessing and stressing is not cool! Assholes.

Hoverboards
I got mine before they blew up. Pun intended.

Always…Be…A…Gentleman
This is an old saying of mine both in life and on T-blawg. Sure it would be easy for me to lose my shit whether it’s a stressful moment at the office or with a woman I have feelings for busting my balls or even with some dude whose ass I know I can easily beat down. But this year I have been tested. A lot. And I’ve kept cool. So this isn’t really a grievance. This is a “you’re welcome” to all the people I didn’t go off on. Some of you deserved it. But I was the bigger person. So like I said… You’re welcome.

 

And there you have it. My annual airing of grievances. I was pissed. I let you know I was pissed. Some of you may now be pissed. So I think you should go air your own grievances because I feel much better. Thanks for asking. Happy Festivus!

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 289: More Nice Than Naughty

I haven’t used the “Most Interesting Man In The World” meme in a while and thought this would be a NICE opportunity to use it again. See what I did there? Nice? Get it??? Forget it. This is why being naughty is more fun.

I haven’t used the “Most Interesting Man In The World” meme in a while and thought this would be a NICE opportunity to use it again. See what I did there? Nice? Get it??? Forget it. This is why being naughty is more fun.

 

With age and maturity I’ve noticed that the “want” to be nice has just naturally become a state of being for me. I’m not talking about manners, being polite, being kind or being a gentleman. I think I’ve worked on all that the past 5-10 years and have that all down pat for the most part. I’m also not talking about losing my bad boy tendencies. My past is still my past and all the crazy shit I did can’t be erased. The scars and tattoos could probably be removed but I don’t want to. I kind of like them. My wise ass wit and sarcastic remarks will never disappear either. But it is the holidays and I’m leaning to the left where nice resides because naughty has been so “right” for me for so long.

I had plenty of opportunities to be naughty this year but instead I took the higher and nicer road. Where I avoided situations with unappreciative people. Friends where neither of us fit in each other worlds anymore apparently. Family where blood is no longer thicker than water when it comes to some relatives. Career decisions and stressful times where I could’ve lost my cool but stayed the professional level-headed course to find more success. And of course women. The unappreciative and those who had my attention for a short time and I didn’t receive the “nice” back from them. I didn’t waste a single second longer on them nor did I get mad and take on a naughty demeanor towards them. Instead I moved on to the ones that appreciated me back. That told me she appreciates me. That fat man in the red suit better hook me up this Christmas because for the first time in my life T has taken his ass off the naughty list. Being nice definitely has its perks too. I’ve noticed that being nice to the good ones has allowed them to be nice back to me. And all this friggin’ niceness feels pretty fucking good too! Naughtiness brings negativity. Bad vibes. Bad juju. Stress. Niceness brings growth. Positivity. Happiness. Big ass smiles on my face and the faces of those in my life. Basic shit like avoiding pain in the ass people who start nonsense in life whether in person, by phone, by text or social media have all been placed on my own personal naughty list and I burned that damn list with all their names. I took all that naughtiness out of my life. Replacing it all with niceness made my food taste better. My workouts more fun. My writing a thousand times better. The air is fucking crisper! I hear birds singing yo!!! Wait, where was I? Ah yes, I’m nice. Not like telling a friend “I’m niiccceeeee” when you’re drunk nice but nice as in actually being nice. It’s the holidays. Fuck naughty son, I’m over here being nice.

But don’t get it twisted. Some people take niceness for a weakness and I’m far from weak. Most nice guys finish last and this guy is winning this marathon called life. I’m still me. I’m still T. I can read people and situations better than most so just know that I know. What do I know? When a naughty person is just pretending to be nice. Especially at this point in my life. But I’ll be nice to you if you’re nice to me. With that all said… This was the nice T-pisode and next week I go old school T-blawg style with the longest running T-blawg tradition and “Festivus 7.” Yep. It’s time to air my 2015 grievances for the 7th straight year. Get ready. Happy holidays everyone. And be nice…with a little naughty thrown in.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 288: To Meme or Not To Meme

If it’s funny & offensive post it. I’ll like and share that shit. If it’s corny as shit or if you’re in a stupid “meme battle” then take a minute to think before posting it for fuck’s sake!!! But that’s none of my business…

If it’s funny & offensive post it. I’ll like and share that shit. If it’s corny as shit or if you’re in a stupid “meme battle” then take a minute to think before posting it for fuck’s sake!!! But that’s none of my business…

 

I like a good meme. I can’t say it enough. Not sure if it comes from my background in graphic design. My love for movies. My appreciation of pop culture. My crazy ass sense of humor. Or because of the ability to share it super fast with a bunch of friends with just the tap of my thumb on my phone. Could be all of it. But whatever it is, like I said, I love a good meme. There are different memes out there for sure. I tend to lean towards the funny ones but with social media and texting there are a lot of people out there who like certain memes. Let me share my take on this yo.

The funny and offensive memes are what help me get through the day honestly. It’s a short little break from all the craziness that I need to deal with on any given day so I appreciate a quick little “laugh & share” followed by messages back from friends that either show their appreciation of the same meme or the occasional “What the hell is wrong with you, T?” Either way, I LOLzzzz. The memes I don’t like are the so-called motivational memes from people on the internet who are CLEARLY not motivated. Clearly DO NOT hustle like they try to claim. Clearly do not work hard. Clearly do not own nice cars and/or nice homes that they keep posting pics and memes of. Clearly never been anywhere that requires a passport. But yet these sons of bitches try to use these motivating quotes and silly graphics to act like they are the shit without putting any of the work in. Stop it. I’m embarrassed for you. You ain’t ‘bout that life, son. You’re just trying to falsely portray it on your shit, clown. What I also don’t like is when grown ass adults go through a relationship break up and decide to throw subliminal memes at the other person. The fuck is this?! Just either unfriend or unfollow or block the other person you dope because in the middle of this meme battle are all your friends…family…followers watching you both air all your shit without actually airing all your shit. It’s stupid. And annoying as fuck. You look like children crying in the middle of a fucking toy store because your mommy wouldn’t get you the toy you wanted. Meme battles….LOLzzzzzz. Cut the shit! I also can’t stand it when people take quotes from other people or writers and throw those words up over one of their own personal pics acting like they wrote it. Really? You wrote that?? No you didn’t!!! Stop trying to take credit for words all of us have already seen in other memes! Or from movies or books or TV shows or songs. “WE seen’t it!” That last sentence is from a meme. See? I gave credit. Like yo ass should be doing.

Memes are for entertainment purposes. They’re not supposed to guide your life either. They’re not religion. They’re not law. They’re not carved in stone anywhere. It’s cool if you find something that strikes a chord with you and you can relate and want to share with others, but don’t think that is the way it’s supposed to be. Some people post and share memes as if those are the only words they have access to. Like they don’t read books or poetry or articles or news stories. Find real words, real sources, real writers, real quotes and use and share that for a change. Try letting that inspire you. Not some silly words thrown on a graphic that you saw on Instagram. Take a step back. A meme is just a meme. Nothing more. To quote Mahky Mahk in the ‘Depahted’ kid… “What’s the matter, smaht ass? You don’t know any fuckin’ Shakespeare?” I’ve also seen that in a meme by the way.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 287: 6 Years of T-blawg

There is only one Jordan. There is only one T. Didn’t invent the game, just the best to ever do it.

There is only one Jordan. There is only one T. Didn’t invent the game, just the best to ever do it.

 

Six years ago today I created T-blawg. I started the site at a low point in my life and I just wanted a way to tell my stories, share my experiences, capture my thoughts, my mistakes, my successes while making people laugh, think and feel through my original and honest style of writing. I stopped the site exactly one year ago as well and for 6 months I lived a life without all things T-blawg except for the book. Yes, I’m still writing the book. Then I started this all back up again 6 months later. And here we are. T-blawg is approaching 300 T-pisodes. T-blawg is entering its 7th year in this world. So I did some reflecting…

There was a lot of fun had by me the first few years of this site. This site brought a lot of people into my life and that was never the plan. But I went along with it just to see why the hell so many strangers were interested in a guy who wore his hat low. There were also a lot of bumps in the road while I pissed off some people trying to find my voice here and as I matured off of the site. Off this site in the last 6 years I managed to come up in corporate America. I visited Europe 5 times. I’ve pitched scripts in Hollywood and almost had a deal on more than one occasion. I watched friends get married and divorced. I’ve had little nieces and nephews welcomed into the world. Several women came, oh yes they did. And several women went. Broke some hearts. Had my heart broken. Had my body broken. My mother battled cancer on 3 different occasions. Lost touch with a lot of people who were once very important to me. Lost count of all the people who I grew up with who passed away at such a young age. T-blawg existed before Instagram, before Snapchat, before Vine, before Tinder, before hashtags, before sliding into DMs, before Netflix & Chill. I got to see an old school “blog” turn into a new age entertainment website. I also got to see my Boston teams win a few more championships. I hurt along with the rest of my city back on Marathon Monday 2013. I’ve reached a lot of highs after starting this at such a low and I’m only going higher up the life mountain baby. To say that I grew up a lot through this site, with this site, because of this site, would be a huge understatement. T-blawg became my online persona. My secret identity. My real identity. My therapy. My piece of mind. My peace of mind. My purgatory. My freedom. To be able to go back and read everything that makes me who I am now, what I was then, to be able to read everything about my life that I was brave enough to share with the entire world, even under the hat, is a very personal experience and I’m the only one to ever do it. There isn’t any person or persons or site in this world that tells one man’s life story in weekly posts like this. There isn’t. T-blawg is one of a kind just like me. Whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing, only time will tell. One day when I’m all said and done with this, I hope I can look back and say it was a good thing.

So what happens when you write about your life every Monday from December 2009 to December 2015? A lot of fucking living, man. I chose to do this and I don’t regret a fucking thing. I’m proud of T-blawg. I’m proud of every word I have written here the last 6 years. And those words have to be close to a few hundred thousand at this point and each of them have been read by millions of people around this amazing world. T-blawg is entering year 7 and 2016. And I can’t wait to see what I write about next.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 286: Kidney Stoned II: The F*cking Sequel

It takes a lot of drugs to pass a kidney stone the first time. Double that to pass one the second time. Shit is not fun!

It takes a lot of drugs to pass a kidney stone the first time. Double that to pass one the second time. Shit is not fun!

 

T-blawg is coming up on its sixth year anniversary so naturally I’ve had the bug to start doing sequels to some of my T-pisodes. One sequel I never wanted to write was one to my famous kidney stone T-pisode! But guess what? Here I am. Yup. I planned on writing a new batch of T-pisodes this past weekend but instead I woke up Thursday morning with an all too familiar feeling. A weird feeling. An uncomfortable feeling. A fucking painful feeling. I knew another kidney stone was about to come out of my body and into this world. So let me tell you about my 72 hours in hell in this T-pisode which I properly titled “Kidney Stoned II: The F*cking Sequel.”

You see in the last T-pisode it was mostly about the movement of the stone from my kidney to my bladder and then that little son of a bitch just sat there in my bladder for 17 months. I didn’t pass it until the plane ride back from Venice, Italy. It didn’t bother me the entire time until that moment. I didn’t get into the “passing of the stone” in my Italy T-pisode because it would’ve taken up more space than the actual trip itself. There are two phases to passing a kidney stone. Phase 1, it decides to leave your kidney and move through it into your bladder. Phase 2, you have to move the stone out of your bladder and out of your body. Which means if you’re a man like me, you have to pass it through your penis. Look, I know kidney stones are personal. But all of T-blawg is personal for me so I’m sharing this horrible experience for a second time. I’m raising “Kidney Stone Awareness” up in here and I’m going to find a way to end those little fuckers once and for all! So after feeling the uncomfortable Thursday I started to throw up. A lot. The only good thing about passing a stone before is that you know that you are passing one again and what to do in this situation. Last time I almost crashed my car trying to drive to the hospital. This time I was going to call a cab but I couldn’t stop throwing up. So my sister came into the city and took me to the hospital. And like a champ, she stayed with me the entire time. After telling nurses and doctors my symptoms and telling them my name and birth date a thousand fucking times, they got me on drugs. A lot of drugs. Double the dose from the last stone actually. Then I had to get a few ultrasounds because this time it was on my right side instead of my left and they had to rule out appendicitis. They sedated me and told me I had a stone double the size of my last one exiting my kidney into my bladder and hopefully it would pass soon. They gave me some painkillers, some FloMax (again) and 3 little paper funnels to catch the fucker and sent me on my happy way. That was my 7 hours in the emergency room. That was only a quarter of the battle however.

I didn’t sleep much Thursday night or all day Friday. I was pounding water and high on painkillers. I hate taking drugs for anything but this was terrible. Again, I had a stone before, I’m covered in tats, I’m a Tough Mudder, a Spartan, been in my share of fights, been baseball batted, bottled, stabbed, stitched, boxing trained, BJJ trained, Muay Thai trained and nothing…NOTHING compares to having a little rock in your body tear through your organs and exit through your pee hole. NOTHING I tell you! My cousin and his family brought me a care package of soup & Gatorade. Friends & family & co-workers called, emailed and texted. A certain lady friend kept checking in on me. I live alone but wasn’t alone. Then around 11:30PM Friday I felt the shift to my penis. Then I had to pee every 10 fucking minutes for the next 12 hours. I did not sleep. AT ALL. I was hallucinating. It SUCKED. Finally at 4:30PM Saturday afternoon the sand came, then the blood, then the unholy POP. I caught it in the funnel. I was done. It felt like I just came back from war. I see my urologist every 6 months. He said I’m doing all the right things with my health, diet and staying hydrated. This is just something I’ll have to deal with the rest of my life. And according to T-blawg math, I’m passing a stone every 143 T-pisodes! So maybe I shouldn’t write these every Monday anymore because they saw two more stones still in my kidney. And I really don’t want to go to war again anytime soon yo.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 285: Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women 3

I think this T-blawg Pose pic is one hell of a way to close out the “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women” trilogy, don’t you?

I think this T-blawg Pose pic is one hell of a way to close out the “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women” trilogy, don’t you?

 

On October 25, 2010 I put up my very first “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women” T-pisode. It made T-blawg “semi” famous and the site started to find its voice. On August 27, 2012 I released “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women 2” and T-blawg was officially “made” as an entertainment website allowing me to tell my stories, share my opinions and put on for Boston every Monday. While I know T-blawg is more than just a list of beautiful, talented, intelligent and sexy women with ties to Boston, I wanted to honor the “Boston’s Hottest List” and came back to it one more time by closing it out with a part 3.

The three components to make this list still stand from the original and the sequel. They are: The Boston connection; Their hotness factor; and what they’re most known for. And once again, I included links for proof! So here are the 12 women that made “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women 3.” Trilogy complete!

 

Bianca de la Garza

Boston connection: I started watching Bianca on the local news and now she has her own late night talk show properly titled “Bianca” on Saturday nights and I’m thankful I no longer have to watch a terrible “Saturday Night Live” because of her!
Hotness: She is insanely beautiful and one of the classiest moms on TV and social media.
Known For: The news; Her TV show; Social Media

 

Katie Nolan

Boston connection: Katie is a homegrown Boston girl and Boston sports fan who has never worn a damn pink hat.
Hotness: I’m a sucker for my Boston girls. I’m a sucker for brunettes. I’m a sucker for women who actually know sports. Katie Nolan is all three and is insanely cute. I’d give her half my T-blawg fortune and half of all my sports tickets. Yeah I would.
Known For: Being a Boston sports fan; Social Media; Her own sports show “Garbage Time with Katie Nolan”

 

Jenny Johnson

Boston connection: Jenny is from Worcester, went to UNH and came up in Boston through hosting and producing food related shows.
Hotness: She looks like a damn model with a million dollar smile. Throw in her love for food and she’s every guy’s dream woman.
Known For: Being one half the hosting pair of “Dining Playbook;” NESN

 

Sabina Gadecki 

Boston connection: Sabina is a Mass girl who went from local model to Hollywood actress.
Hotness: Like I said, Sabina is a model and an actress! She also stole every scene in last Summer’s “Entourage” movie that she was in because she was so damn hot to look at. She’s also into boxing. I’m into boxing. Sabina, hit me up yo.
Known For: The “Entourage” movie

 

Jessica Lowndes 

Boston connection: Jessica is not a Boston girl. She is a Canadian. But she is a Red Sox fan and is friends with my buddy and “Boston’s Hottest” alum Ashley Daniels so she made this list!
Hotness: Look, we all know I love the dark hair, light eye, fit types and Jessica is all three. Plus her Instagram selfies are the reason selfies were invented when you are that friggin’ beautiful.
Known For: “Beverly Hills 90210” reboot show; Instagram

 

Amarie Ortiz 

Boston connection: Amarie is a local model and has a huge following on social media. She can be spotted at all the newest Boston hot spots.
Hotness: Even though Amarie is insanely sexy, she also is a sweetheart and that makes her that much hotter. She and I can easily chat about corny things like “Saved By The Bell” on Twitter while still keeping it real yo. That’s a great quality to have ladies.
Known For: Modeling; Boston hot spots; Social Media

 

Kati Salowsky 

Boston connection: Kati is a Boston girl turned Hollywood actress.
Hotness: There are a lot of Boston girls who head out west with a hope and a dream but Kati is one of the sweetest ones to make the jump and you can’t help but root for her. Plus she has a smile and a look in her eye that is meant for the big screen. Watch “Ted 2” if you don’t believe me. Her smile steals the scene from Flash Gordon.
Known For: “Ted 2”

 

Kim Khazei 

Boston connection: Longtime Boston news anchor.
Hotness: We all know that I tend to go “younger” when it comes to women but Kim is definitely one of the sexiest “older” news women to ever get into the news game. She is sexy as hell and knows how to dress for the news if you know what I’m saying.
Known For: The news

 

Amanda Soucy 

Boston connection: Local model and New England Patriots cheerleader
Hotness: I love all things New England Patriots. You know this. I love all women with dark hair and light eyes. You know this. So obviously I cheer my ass off from my front row end zone season ticket seat in Gillette every time my Pats score a touchdown AND every time Amanda shakes her pom poms in front of me. She is the hottest Pats cheerleader in Pats cheerleading history.
Known For: Being a Patriots cheerleader; Instagram

 

Jenny (Chocolate and Lace) 

Boston connection: Jenny is a blogger with ties to Boston, New York and Connecticut.
Hotness: I don’t know too much about Jenny except that I’m a fan of her Instagram and her blog because she is talented, hot and loves food. She is also a mom. Put all that stuff together and you have #wouldwife material yo.
Known For: Her blog; Instagram

 

Valerie Cogswell 

Boston connection: Boston chef.
Hotness: I stumbled about Valerie on Instagram one day and started following her because she was a local hottie who cooked! She is starting to be featured all over the place and deserves her success.
Known For: Being a chef; Instagram

 

Karyn Polewaczyk

Boston connection: Local writer.
Hotness: I came across Karyn’s dating adventures on Boston.com a few years back. Then I found her blog. Then I saw what she looked like. If there is a female version of me out there, Karyn would be it. But she is way more talented. Looks, talent and passion from a Boston girl able to put her life and thoughts out there? I’m sold.
Known For: Boston.com; Social Media

 

So that completes the “Boston’s Hottest Trilogy” on T-blawg! 44 amazing women with ties to Boston have now been named over the last 6 years. So go show these ladies some love and let them know ol’ T sent you. Because I’m not sure if I have a “BH4” in me people!!!

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 284: Day Off

I didn’t take this pic today on my day off. I did take a pic at Wahlburger’s today though. It’s on my Instagram. https://instagram.com/p/94MhQIKCVP/ It smells like cheeseburgers. LOLzzzzz.

I didn’t take this pic today on my day off. I did take a pic at Wahlburger’s today though. It’s on my Instagram. It smells like cheeseburgers. LOLzzzzz.

 

I had a T-pisode lined up today. It was locked and loaded. But instead I decided to do an impromptu post about my, well my day off really. While I do get plenty of vacation days I hardly take days off unless I’m actually going away on vacation. I do plan days when I don’t go into the office during Patriots season because I want to make sure I use the next day to fully recover. Having Pats season tickets takes a lot out of me the next day but I don’t spend the day hungover sitting on my ass. No. I still do shit. I still get shit done. Even on my day off. Let me tell you how my day went down today.

My typical days off usually go the same. Today I woke up early still. I was up at 7:15. Had a slight hangover from the Pats game in Gillette yesterday. Mostly because it wasn’t a “normal” Pats game. I went to this game with 3 of my oldest buddies that I grew up with so I had “extra” fun at the game yesterday. I’ll turn it into a future T-pisode. I started the morning checking and responding to my “office job” emails. I take pride in my work and I really like my job so I still move things even if I’m not there. That’s how I roll yo. Next up, I fired off some T-blawg social media stuff. My “other” job. Monday is still “chest & tris” day so I hit up the gym and lifted and ran and sweated out the alcohol and junk food and cigars I put into my system yesterday. I came home and had breakfast, showered and then started writing some T-blawg book pages. Yes, I’m still working on the damn book. Leave me alone. My mind went elsewhere and I started some text blasts. Some offensive memes went out. Some flirts went out. Some sports shit talking went out. Some checking in with LA connections went out. Some tooting my own horn texts went out about how Boston.com made me one of it’s “Top 22 Instagrammers” last week. Thug life!!! And then after all that shit I couldn’t get my rhythm going again with the writing so I went to the movies. I still have to see every damn movie. I still study every damn movie. I still read every damn script of every damn movie out there. And yes, I plan to get back to the screenwriting one day. I saw “Spectre” and it was pretty good. I really hope this isn’t Daniel Craig’s last “Bond” flick because he is the only James Bond to get me to enjoy the Bond movies. In the middle of the flick I got a text that Dion Lewis tore his ACL yesterday. That fucking SUCKED bro. But the Patriots will adjust. They always do. After the movie I went over to the new Boston Wahlburgers because the place has been jammed every other time since it opened last month. No, Monday is not a cheat day for me but I wanted a damn burger and Mahky Mahk and Donnie D. on the back up do a decent burger kid. That sentence was SO Boston you may have to Google it. Plus, I was hoping to run into one of them and talk Boston movie making shit. Maybe next time. I still left saying, “Say hi to your mother for me.” Then I came home, answered more work emails and started to trim “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women 3” for next week. Yep. It’s been over 3 years but next Monday I complete the trilogy. It’s my “Godfather” yo. Except the last one won’t suck like “Godfather 3” did.

That was my so-called day off. I’m not sure if any of you wanted to see what my typical day off looks like but that’s it. And now I’m sitting here writing this T-pisode about to post it and hopefully you’ll all read it and get something out of it. This wasn’t a usual opinion T-pisode or a lesson learned T-pisode or a flashback T-pisode or a list T-pisode or a travel T-pisode or a… It was a day off T-pisode ok! Enjoy it. And take a day off yourself. Go to the gym then have a damn burger or something. You only live once. Go get silly. Now excuse me while I finish “Boston’s Hottest 3.”

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 283: Nesting

I couldn’t find a funny nesting meme. I also couldn’t find a “bird nest” pic in any of my amazing @tblawg Instagram pics. You believe that shit??? So here’s a pic of a tree that thinks it’s an arch instead. Deal with it!

I couldn’t find a funny nesting meme. I also couldn’t find a “bird nest” pic in any of my amazing @tblawg Instagram pics. You believe that shit??? So here’s a pic of a tree that thinks it’s an arch instead. Deal with it!

 

I’ve always been an advocate of going out. I have been known to be a social butterfly on the occasion. A social “dude” butterfly that is. Wait, are there dude butterflies? Anyway, whether I have been the life of the party, the person who took the life out of the party or just a regular party goer, I have had my fair share of parties. I have also spent many a time in the club. At the bar. Lounging in lounges. Cheering my teams at games. And of course, as it has been more than WELL documented here on T-blawg…I have been known for going out on a date or two or five thousand. These days? Ahhh…not so much for any of that shit.

I’m not going to go on about my busy schedule again. And actually, the reason I don’t go out as much anymore isn’t because I’m busy. I’m always busy. Shit, I came out the womb busy son. It’s because I’m nesting. That’s right. No I don’t live with a family of birds. I still live alone. I’m still a bachelor. But I have everything I need at home and when I want something, I go out. I’m not talking about for food, or work, or the gym, or errands. Of course I leave my house for that shit. I’m not a damn hermit. I’m just saying I need a good reason to go out-out these days. At this point in my life. I won’t go on dates just for the sake of going out on dates anymore. I won’t go out drinking just for the sake of saying I went out drinking. And Baby Jesus knows I won’t step foot in a damn club anymore just so I can post up at a table popping bottles. You know how many damn bottles I done popped before popping bottles was even a saying??? Too damn many yo. Nah. I’m in the house these days. And nights. I’m writing. I’m texting a good lady. Shit, I’m emoji flirting her to come over. I’m watching a good movie. I’m drinking some wine. I’m reading a book. I’m watching the game. I’m moving investments around. I’m planning my next trip. I’m researching. I’m making moves to secure my future. I’m blasting some Jay-Z over my wireless surround sound rapping every damn word! Like I said, I’m nesting. You better give me a damn good reason to leave the nest these days. Of course I know what’s outside. I’ve been outside. I used to thrive outside. And don’t get me wrong, I still can and WILL if I feel like it. I still have the natural ability to leave my place and turn a regular night out into an adventure. Into one hell of a memory. Into a very popular T-pisode even! Maybe this nesting thing is something that just comes with age. With having done and seen so much. With having the need to better myself more maturely than going out and regressing. I’m not sure. I just know that I’m nesting these days. And I like it. I like nesting.

I get texts from women asking where I’ve been. Texts and calls from my boys going out last-minute. Boston nightlife industry folks wondering when I’m coming through again. I appreciate being missed. I really do. But give me a reason. Life is great for me right now. I got a lot of good people, good things and good energy in my life. Throw in that busy schedule and it may be some time before you see ol’ T again. I know whom I’ll leave the nest for. What I’ll leave the nest for. For everything and everyone else? I’m good yo. I’m nesting.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 282: The World You Know

It’s crazy how a street can have so many ties to my life. This one has a lot of college and recent memories for me. Boston can be such a small city sometimes.

It’s crazy how a street can have so many ties to my life. This one has a lot of college and recent memories for me. Boston can be such a small city sometimes.

 

When I was younger my cousin and I would spend hours and I mean hours after a night out of both fun and trouble in front of his house in my car discussing every topic that would pop into our heads. Looking back now, these mostly deep insightful conversations helped shape the men we are today. Both of us never had real relationships with our fathers and neither of us really had any decent adult men to look up to. So we just basically either learned from hands on trial & error experiences or we talked to each other to figure things out on our own. Something we always brought up was how someone else would always have it “easier” than us. I mean we had to figure out how to handle anything because that was the hand we were both dealt. But as adults today? We have a different take on it.

Today my cousin and I have our deep conversations in the kitchen of his house once his kids have gone off to sleep and the wine and tequila have taken over the table. And today the phrase he and I say to each other a lot is “the world you know” as opposed to discussing who has it easier than us anymore. That saying basically means you’re built to handle everything YOUR life has put into YOUR world. We all have to deal with problems on a daily basis. We all have jobs, bills, routines, problems etc. And it’s all you know. You can’t say someone has it “easier” than you as an adult. You just can’t. You don’t know what it takes to live my life everyday and I don’t know what it takes to live yours. I have no idea if your salary is enough to pay your bills every month. I don’t know what it takes to get the kids up, dressed, bring them to school, pick them up and help them with homework everyday. I don’t know what it’s like dealing with single life after divorce. I have no idea what the stress is like to have your front lawn replaced. Maybe someone in your life is dealing with helping out a sick parent. Maybe they even have health issues of their own that they are going through. Who knows? You just can’t do a comparison or an analysis based off of what you “see” and automatically assume that person or couple or family has it easy. That they’re living the life. Who the hell knows if they only have that big, beautiful house because both husband and wife work their asses off but are never even home to spend time in it because they’re always working. They never even get to relax in it. To enjoy it. One thing that comes with age is a sense of understanding. Even compassion to an extent. Having the ability to take a step back and say “Damn. This person is dealing with something here. It doesn’t seem like a major issue to me but maybe it is for them.” is a sign of growing up. Maturity. Respect.

My cousin and I can run the gamut with our conversations. They can go anywhere from old school ghetto East Boston to discussing a project or business venture one of us is embarking on next with almost anything and everything in between. But we no longer think anyone else has it easier because we now know that we’re each built to handle the world we know. We had it tough as kids and we both know there isn’t much we can’t handle but the level of respect, compassion and understanding that we now have for others makes me proud of the men we have turned into. That’s the world WE know today.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 281: T Does Greece in 3 Paragraphs

The T-blawg Pose has officially been pulled off by me in 8 countries, 20 states, 5 seas, 4 islands and over 150,000 air miles…and counting. Not bad for a Boston kid.

The T-blawg Pose has officially been pulled off by me in 8 countries, 20 states, 5 seas, 4 islands and over 150,000 air miles…and counting. Not bad for a Boston kid.

 

 

*I’ve decided to do a series of T-pisodes that capture my travels throughout my life. In 3 paragraphs. I’ll post them every once in a while. Some places I’ve been to a few times, others only once. And some I will probably never go back to because of what went down there.

 

The plan was always five European countries. It was always England, France, Italy, Spain and Greece. Those were the big five for me. Since I was a kid. Then once I went to London back in 2011 the plan became five European countries in five years. Well mission accomplished. This past summer I finished a promise I made to myself. I’m big on any kind of promise I make but the ones I make to myself are always the sweetest once I finish making them happen. And Greece was the bookend on that sweet promise adult me had the pleasure of fulfilling for kid me.

I went out to Greece during the middle of the country’s economic crisis but that didn’t really have any impact on my trip. Except when I had to catch my boat from Santorini back to Athens. Yeah, they cancelled that shit on me but Santorini is the best place to be “stuck” for a few extra hours, believe me. I started my Greece trip in Athens. As I learned way back in London, the key to travelling in Europe is staying in a hotel in a central location. My hotel was centered perfectly between the Acropolis, the Temple of Zeus and the Plaka. And I hit up all three. They were each amazingly beautiful in their own right. It was hot as SHIIIT when I made my hike up the Acropolis but the view was well worth it. It was so hot and those ruins were so smooth it honestly felt like I was walking on ice. The Temple of Zeus felt like I was in the movie “The Clash of the Titans” and had me feeling like I was a Greek God, but Italian. Wait, what? And I did a shit ton of shopping in the Plaka. Once again I know who is important to me when I think about them when I’m on vacation and find myself buying gifts for them. I love taking home a little bit of each country I visit to the people I care about. Whether they’ve been in my life forever or a short period of time. It says something to me. One thing I brought back a lot of and had a lot of out there in Greece was ouzo. I drank that shit all day and night. And I made friends everywhere I went while bonding over hella ouzo and hella feta yo. The people of Athens were very kind to me but the people of the island of Santorini practically adopted me making me one of their own. Opa!!! Seriously. And that island, their food, those views, those sunsets and that beautiful blue Aegean Sea were some of the most gorgeous sites these Boston eyes have ever seen. My hot days turned into hotter nights on that island and the Greeks on that island showed me one hell of a good time. Looking back I wish I had spent more time on Santorini and should’ve planned to visit the other Greek islands. But this gives me a reason to go back one day. Hell, I have about a hundred reasons to go back. Greece was one of my favorite adventures and I’m definitely interested in making a sequel.

Visiting Greece this past summer made me appreciate how far I’ve come in life even more. Of course I took the time to do some reflecting. I always do when I’m on vacation. I’m constantly doing something 18 hours a day, practically 7 days a week for about 50 weeks a year. I “go” like I’m still that broke Eastie kid watching airplanes fly over his third floor apartment all day. But I’m far from being that kid. Far from that life. But it doesn’t give me the right to not take the time in another country to appreciate that past life. I’ll humble myself because I won’t let anyone else humble me. Crazy, I know. I did what I usually do when I’m on vacation and Greece was no different until I realized that I fulfilled that promise. Five European countries in five years. And now I’m on to new adventures and some planned repeat adventures. And some new promises as well. Greece made my summer 2015 and it will always have a special place in my heart. But I love Boston the best.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 280: #goals VS Goals

#goals…#squadgoals…#relationshipgoals…#vacationgoals…#gymgoals…Memes…It’s lit…Who did this?!...Vines…Snaps…hashtags…Instagram…emojis…Kylie Jenner selfies…Drake lyrics…Pizza is life…HUH??? This shit SHOULD NOT determine your real life goals. Are you fucking stupid or what? LOLzzzz

#goals…#squadgoals…#relationshipgoals…#vacationgoals…#gymgoals…Memes…It’s lit…Who did this?!…Vines…Snaps…hashtags…Instagram…emojis…Kylie Jenner selfies…Drake lyrics…Pizza is life…HUH??? This shit SHOULD NOT determine your real life goals. Are you fucking stupid or what? LOLzzzz

 

If you haven’t figured out yet that I’m a very goal-oriented type of person then you don’t fully understand what I’ve been trying to do with T-blawg for almost the last six years. Damn, it’s almost six years? Shit, I’m getting old. Anyway… T-blawg goal #1… To give you an entertaining history of how I became the man I am today. Done. T-blawg goal #2… To make you laugh, make you feel and make you think. Ongoing. T-blawg goal #3… To take everything T-blawg including the T-pisodes, the Bro Codes, the Grown Man shit, Boston life, the lessons, Festivus, the lists, the travel adventures, the pose, the #wouldwife(s), the book (still being written) and package it all into an established brand that has never been seen or done before. Accomplished. T-blawg goal #5… Bring all that to the next fucking level. Soon.

Those are my T-blawg goals. My other goals are an endless list. Many have been accomplished. Many are still ongoing. Many I haven’t even thought of yet. But all of them are MY goals and no one else’s. Once again, I’m not on this fucking planet to live a life that someone else is living nor am I ever going to be one to live the “normal” life that so many people either have or want. I do my thang yo. So it drives me fucking nuts when I see #goals thrown around on all my social media shit by so many people. So called shit like #relationshipgoals and #squadgoals. What? People posting gym selfies and makeup selfies and someone writing #goals in their comments. What?? Or when someone is popping a bottle at the club or driving a tinted & rimmed up car and I see #goals under those pics as well. WHAT??? What the fuck is going on with people? You want that simple shit? You want what someone else is portraying on social media?! Don’t you have your own goals in mind? And I’m not talking about that social media shit. I’m talking about your own type of education goals. Your career goals. Your financial goals. Long and short-term. Your own relationship goals. Your own health and fitness goals. Are we that empty and directionless today that this is the kind of nonsense we’re calling goals??? The fuck outta here. I’m not saying you have to be super goal-oriented like ol’ T over here. I’m saying that you need to have your own real life goals! Fuck yo’ #goals hashtags. Do yourself a favor and unfollow all those idiots will you?! Those are not goals. Those are materialistic mirages created by the superficial to get shallow “likes” from people they don’t even know and if you can’t see that then your first goal should be for you to get your fucking head examined because you may be an idiot. Hashtag #medicalgoals. LOLz. Look, I’m doing what I do here. I’m giving you some cold ass truth. So please, know the fucking difference between #goals and real life goals. Be a better person for yourself. That is a goal we should all have. To become better. Every fucking day. Become better.

Goals… You have to have them. They have to mean something to you. They shouldn’t be anyone else’s goals but your own. #goals on the other hand are just things created by others trying to fool you into thinking that’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s what you should be trying to get. That’s how you should look. That’s how you should love. That’s how you should live. NO. It’s just a hashtag. Those aren’t goals. Those aren’t healthy relationships. Your friends aren’t a “squad.” Your significant other isn’t a fucking “bae” just because the world is telling you they are. Let’s get back to real life goals. The kind of goals that mean something. Once again, thank me later. That should be your goal. To finally thank me for all this damn advice!!!

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 279: F*ck Cancer

No caption needed for this one.

No caption needed for this one.

 

I think everyone has some sort of personal vendetta against a disease or illness. Something that has affected their life. Something that has taken a lot from them. Something that is a constant pain that is just relentless. Mine is cancer. It doesn’t matter how much good or bad you do in this world, there will always be something like cancer that will swoop in and bring you nothing but pain and loss. That is just one of the harsh realities of life. I don’t put this out there for the world. Not on T-blawg. Not on my personal stuff. What I do to help cancer research and to support the good fight against it, I keep close to my chest. I do what I can. It’s very personal for me. I’m writing this now. Cancer gets one T-pisode from me. Because fuck cancer.

I don’t know if all the operations my mother had when I was a kid were because of cancer or not. I don’t think I’ll ever know. I do remember all the operations though. The ones more recently I know were because of cancer that’s for sure. What she is going through now is cancer. Her upcoming third lung surgery is because of cancer. Fuck cancer. I remember when I was a little kid and saw my grandfather help my grandmother change her bandages when her breast was cut off because of breast cancer. She would later pass away from breast cancer when I was 15 years old. Fuck cancer. I remember when that same grandfather was in the hospital when I was 10 years old and took a violent seizure in front of me because of leukemia. He never came home. He died from that leukemia. Fuck cancer. I remember a year later when I was 11 and my aunt and godmother was brought home from the hospital because there was nothing they could do for her. She passed away from pancreatic cancer. I still remember my mother, grandmother and cousins crying. Fuck cancer. I remember visiting my grandfather in the hospital with my mother when I was 14 years old. We went everyday after school for two weeks. He told me to be good. He passed away from pancreatic cancer as well. Fuck cancer. When the mayor of Boston died recently because cancer spread through his body it hit me hard as well. This man was more than the mayor of Boston to me. He promised me that he would give me scholarship money if I kept up with good grades in college. He stayed true to his word and every year in college he handed me a check for $2500. He knew me personally. He knew my mother. He did amazing things for the city including what he did during the marathon bombings. He gave a shit about a poor, punk, Eastie kid. Fuck cancer. A girl I was recently close with at such a young age is dealing with cervical cancer. I miss her and hope she is fighting. She’s a strong one. Fuck cancer. I know several friends and family who have battled hodgkin’s lymphoma. Fuck cancer. Some have battled thyroid cancer and still have the throat scars to show for it. Fuck cancer. Some have battled skin cancer. Fuck cancer. Fucking cancer… Fuck cancer. Fuck cancer. FUCK cancer.

I hate cancer. I hate what is has done to so many people in my life. It has taken so much. What makes it harder is that it is something I don’t have an answer for. I’m a problem solver. I figure things out and come up with a solution. I can’t with cancer. I’m also a fighter. But I can’t fight and beat cancer. Mostly because it’s not my fight. I would GLADLY fight for those I cared about. But it’s not like I can step in and beat up a bully with my hands here. Not with cancer. My greatest fear used to be that I would end up like my father. But now I know that will never happen because I am my own man now. I have been for a while. My greatest fear now is that no matter how much good I do, how healthy I try to be, that somehow, someway, cancer is going to come for me too. Crazy? Maybe. But this is the impact cancer has had on me. On my life. On the people I love. And this is personal. And I won’t write about cancer ever again. Because…fuck cancer.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 278: Boston Winter Strong

Don’t ever question the toughness of a Bostonian. THIS is how we roll in winter. ALL fucking winter that is.

Don’t ever question the toughness of a Bostonian. THIS is how we roll in winter. ALL fucking winter that is.

 

108.6 inches. 108.6! One hundred and eight point six. Or a hunnit an’ eight point six as they say in the streets yo. That was the new snowfall record. That was another title for Boston won last winter. It was actually 110.6 inches when the winter was all said and done. But that’s how much snow we got last winter in Boston. I know it’s just the start of autumn now and it’s all pumpkin errythang, leaves a’changin’ and a’fallin’ too, apple picking pics all over yo’ social media and nonstop football but I had to write about last winter because I was on my T-blawg break during last winter. I’m going to use this T-pisode as a kind of metaphor and a warning. Watch what I do here.

I did the math. As a lifelong Bostonian this is how our seasons go…we get 6 weeks of fall. 6 weeks of spring. 8 weeks of summer. And 32 weeks of winter. Seriously. Last winter however we definitely got a late start. I was in Gillette watching my Patriots destroy teams while wearing t-shirts and jerseys. It was unseasonal for us. It was very mild and calm and it was absolutely beautiful! Then around mid January? We got FUUUUUCKED up. We got slammed for 6 weeks straight of storm after storm and cold weather after even colder weather. We even went 10 straight weekends of receiving measurable snow! The fuck? I swear I went at least a month without seeing my car after I stopped trying to shovel it out after 5 attempts at unburying it. It was brutal. We suffered. People complained. We couldn’t do anything. We couldn’t leave our homes. People complained some more. But guess what? We got through it. That’s what we do around here. Bostonians survive and get through shit. That winter tested the most winter hardened vets, let me tell you! Unless you are from Boston you have no idea what it’s like to commute in our winters. You have no idea what it’s like to dig out your car, trying to save your parking spot then finding another spot if your spot was taken and debating whether you want to wait and kill someone then go to prison for taking your original spot! We’ll cut you and your tires. Fuck it. Forget the gym. We shovel for weight lifting, cardio and conditioning around here during the winter. Fuck the treadmill. Sure some of us go fucking nuts and immediately have to get to the grocery store before that first forecasted snowflake even falls for milk, bread and eggs like there is nothing else to eat…like the stores aren’t selling anything else…like the restaurants are all going to fucking close…which none of this EVER happens!!! Cut the shit, people. But we’re crazy like that. We’re Bostonians. We’re tough AND we’re crazy. And that’s how we roll in the winter. Record breaking or otherwise.

Like I said earlier, it’s fall now. But I know how fast fall will fade and winter will rush in. I’ve been through this a long time now. Sure there are many other Bostonians who have been through plenty of winters as well but some will act like they never even seen snow before as soon as that first snowfall forecast hits all our TV, phone and computer screens. All I ask is that you remember how tough you are. Read this again if you have to. Remember last winter. We’ve seen the worst and we’re still here. Act accordingly. We’re Bostonians. The rest of the country made memes about the winter we actually lived through last year! Show them and each other that we got this. So get ready… Winter is coming.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 277: Aged Dating

This part of Boston is symbolic to me. I snap a pic whenever I can. In my mind it’s the place where I drive into my present from my past every time I cross the Tobin Bridge back into Boston. Deep, I know.

This part of Boston is symbolic to me. I snap a pic here when I can. In my mind it’s the place where I drive into my present from my past every time I cross the Tobin Bridge back into Boston. Deep, I know.

 

I think any grown man would love to go back in time to talk to a younger version of himself and give himself some solid life advice. A few things I would tell T in his late teens and early twenties would be…don’t be so hard on yourself; don’t be so angry & crazy all the time; you’re nothing like your father; write that script now; spend a little less time hitting the books while working 3 jobs so you can actually enjoy college life and relax with the girls, make them laugh, be confident not cocky and let that shit progress naturally. Of course I would give myself some stocks and sports tips to secure millionaire status at a young age as well. But that other stuff is important life knowledge compared to just money that I’ll go on to earn one day. I don’t keep in touch with a lot of people from that time in my life. I’ve lived it, learned from it and moved on from it. But I recently connected with someone who knew me then and is getting to know me now.

I am almost NOTHING like the kid I was in my late teens and early twenties. My ties to that life are my family, a handful of friends and any words or stories I share here, in my book (yes, I’m still writing the book) or in my scripts. Even on my personal social media I rarely interact with people from my past. It’s really not intentional. Like I said earlier, I’ve moved on. A few years back I connected with a woman I knew when she was a teenage girl. And she knew teenaged T. She was a girl I always liked. Beautiful and always kept my attention without even trying to get it. To me girls like that were special back then. I’ve grown and I’ve had my fair share of women since which mostly consisted of a lot of not so special girls, some special women and only a few extraordinary ladies. So I was surprised when she still grabbed my attention now as a grown woman all these years later just through Facebook chats. We caught up and connected again then actually went out on a date. We were two grownups now but had more chemistry now than we did then. It’s tough to have “chemistry” or “deep” intelligent conversations as kids. Back then we paged each other on pagers. We made mixtapes. We would go to the mall and movies. We hung out at under 21 nightclubs and danced to songs like “This Is How We Do It” and “I Like To Move It” while driving up and down Revere beach until the cops told us to go home! Life was different then. Maybe even a little more simple then. But I will take that grown, sexy, educated, maternal, strong woman who I’m getting to spend time with now over that sweet teenage girl then. Because I’ve grown into the man I am now. Can a man and a woman reconnect after a long time and hit it off? So far, so good! And this is all new even for me. And I like it. And I’m calling this new-found style of dating “Aged Dating” because it’s like a bottle of fine wine that has gotten better with age baby.

Aged dating also means you both have grown into your lifestyles. Sometimes these lifestyles are very different but the connection between the two of you keeps things moving along. To where? Only time will tell I guess. Two grown adults with busy lives can be very interesting that’s for sure but being grown and comfortable in your life eliminates a lot of games, negativity and bullshit. And that’s rare. Because the older you get the less time and energy you have for bullshit so try to make things work if the good shit outweighs the bullshit I say. Especially if the two of you laugh a lot together. Smiling is important. The reason why you’re smiling is even more important. So I’ll leave you with this… If you are reconnecting with someone from your past right now and you recognize a common attraction, then go for it. See what happens. See what this “Aged Dating” does for you.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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NEVER be content…

Go out and get what you want. It’s how I live my life. And it’s a damn good life. Some settle for less. But not me, chico. Fuck no.

 

 

 

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T-pisode 276: Hategate

Stop hating Tom Brady. Stop hating Bill Belichick. Stop hating the Patriots. Instead, hate Roger Goodell for what he has done to the NFL. Hate your shitty football team for not being able to beat the Patriots. Hate your team for whining more than winning. For all their excuses instead of having accountability for their shortcomings. And hate your fucking self if you are a hater in general. Enough.

Stop hating Tom Brady. Stop hating Bill Belichick. Stop hating the Patriots. Instead, hate Roger Goodell for what he has done to the NFL. Hate your shitty football team for not being able to beat the Patriots. Hate your team for whining more than winning. For all their excuses instead of having accountability for their shortcomings. And hate your fucking self if you are a hater in general. Enough.

 

 

One of the T-pisodes that I promised myself that I would write when I returned would be about the hate my Patriots are getting. You knew the Boston guy with Patriots season tickets who has written about Boston sports for years would have something to say so I know you are all not surprised. So this is my Roger Goodell/NFL/Tom Brady & the New England Patriots haters diss T-pisode. I’m going old school East Boston style on this one. I’m going Tupac 19 years since his death old school on this one. Read at your own risk. You’ve been warned. I’ve waited a long time to write this one.

 

 

“They hate us cause they ain’t us.” That has become our mantra around here. Around Boston. Around New England. And it’s so fucking true. Why is it true? Because the modern-day New England Patriots of 2001-present with Tom Brady as their starting quarterback with Bill Belichick as their head coach with Robert Kraft as their owner and with their skills, playbook, system and their abilities to elevate the talent and work ethic of all the other players and coaches on the team the last 15 seasons, ARE the greatest NFL team in history. And when you’re the fucking best and nobody can figure out how to beat you, how to stop you, how to even compete with you, they will find every excuse, every reason, every nothing and turn it into something to take you down. And that is exactly what the fuck is going on today in the NFL. With Roger Goodell. With the other teams, players and owners. With all the other teams’ fans. You are all hating on greatness and it is SO fucking old.

The Tuck Rule. I said it then, I’ll say it now. Tom Brady ABSOLUTELY fumbled in that game and it should’ve been the Raiders’ ball. But Brady didn’t make that stupid rule. The NFL did. The Patriots didn’t make that call. The referees did. The Tuck Rule was so stupid that the NFL finally abolished it years later. It happened. Pats won. Move the fuck on. Spygate. Every sport has unspoken rules that teams like to bend. It’s all a matter of perspective. Bill Belichick was Eric Mangini’s mentor in the NFL and when the little bitch went over to coach the Jets and knew that he couldn’t beat Belichick he went to the NFL and ratted him out and betrayed him. Did Belichick and the Patriots break the rules? Yes. Did they pay stiff penalties for it? Yes. Did they still go on to rule the AFC East and win more division titles and Super Bowls? You betcha. Did other teams, players and coaches do worse shit than that? THEY SURE DID. But that shit isn’t as newsworthy because they’re not the Patriots. They’re not as important. Now that Tom Brady’s suspension was lifted ESPN wants to start this shit up again. Convenient that it happened immediately after that right? From a network that hasn’t been relevant since they jumped on Lebron James’ dick and let that Michael Jordan wannabe do that “The Decision” bullshit. And you’re nuts if you don’t think the NFL didn’t leak those “new” Spygate findings to ESPN. That’s some more Roger Goodell bush league bullshit. That’s some more ESPN irrelevant “sports news coverage” bullshit again. Spygate came and went. Like your ex-girlfriend, bro. Move the fuck on. DEFLATEGATE. This is the big one. We’re talking about the air in footballs that became slightly lighter in pounds per square inch during a game. From game play. From shitty New England winter weather. That’s what we’re talking about. Really. Tom Brady likes his footballs a certain way. Peyton Manning does too. So does Aaron Rodgers. Fuck, all the starting quarterbacks do. Of course they have the team staff set the balls to their liking before each game and then the NFL refs are supposed to inspect them before the game begins. And of course, the psi will fucking change from two quarters of game play wear and tear you stupid fucks. Millions of dollars were spent during months and months of investigating and the outcome was “more probable than not” that Tom Brady had to be “generally aware” that the balls were deflated. ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?! Then Roger Goodell being the bitch that he is feeling the pressure from other owners who can’t beat the Patriots, trying to also make up for the “light” Spygate penalties and for dropping the fucking ball with all the dog killers, rapists, murderers, child abusers and women beaters in the league decided to come down extra hard on the Patriots and Tom Brady. Completely abusing his power and absolutely showing what a fool he fucking is and should not be the NFL commissioner. This opened the floodgates for the uneducated Patriots haters once again. I KNEW from day one that Brady was going to beat the suspension. Because it was fucking insane. That didn’t really bother me. What bothered me was all the shit I had to hear again from the haters. So called football fans that have been jealous of my team for the last 15 years. Some were Pink Hatters. Some were just assholes. Some were friendly ball busters. Some were morally corrupt pieces of shit who have cheated in life, cheated on their wives, lied, stolen and liked to run their mouths just for the sake of running their mouths. But I wasn’t having it. How dare any of you hypocrites deflect your own self-hate and pass judgment on my love for my team(s)? On Tom Brady? On the Patriots? You all exposed yourselves just like Roger Goodell. You all looked like fucking fools. And in the end…Tom Brady was exonerated. Deflategate happened. It was the biggest joke attack on the Patriots so far. But it happened. And Tom Brady won…again. Move the fuck on.

In my time I have seen dynasties with the Celtics, Lakers, Bulls, Yankees, Red Sox and Patriots. I watched athletes bring greatness to their sports. Michael Jordan was great because of his skills, his ability to elevate others around him, being clutch and winning the BIG ONE. Wayne Gretzy did the same for hockey with every team he played for. Derek Jeter did it with the Yankees. That’s right. A Boston guy giving Jeter and the Yankees credit because that’s where credit is due. And Tom fucking Brady is to football what those guys were to basketball, hockey and baseball. But more so. Because he wasn’t supposed to be great like those guys were. Tom Brady was the underdog who was given an opportunity as a backup quarterback and ran with it. He is everything Peyton Manning was supposed to be but never became. Numbers don’t lie. He’s better than Peyton. He’s better than Montana now. The man is also a class act who restructures his contract almost every year to give his teammates more money. He is involved with so many charities. He even gave Malcolm Butler the Super Bowl MVP truck because he knew he should’ve been the MVP instead of him. He elevates the players on the team. Do you think guys like Welker, Gronk and Edelman would have had the careers they had on other teams? With other quarterbacks? No fucking way. Tom Brady is rich. He has a supermodel wife. He has good looks. He is a great dad. He has everything every guy wants but is afraid to go out and get. Because he works his ass off for it all while you are too lazy to do anything for yourselves. He minds his own business and puts the fucking work in unlike all of you. So what do you all do? You hate on the man. You jealous fucks. Well keep hating on him. On the Patriots. On my love for my team. On me. Because we’re over here winning. That’s what winners do. “They hate us cause they ain’t us.”

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 275: Grown Man Shit 2-Self Worth

Too many men are concerned about the other guy. Be more concerned about yourself and the other guy will start to be concerned about you.

Too many men are concerned about the other guy. Be more concerned about yourself and the other guy will start to be concerned about you.

 

I started to shift T-blawg over from the young, angry, crazy years to the more current adult years in year 3 of T-blawg. “Bro Code” chapters were transitioning over to “Grown Man Shit” advice and stories culminating with me defining “Grown Man Shit” in year 4 with T-pisode: 200. Then I completed my 18-chapter long “Bro Code” anthology with the final “Bro Grown Man Shit Code” chapter before I took my hiatus from T-blawg. Well it’s been 75 T-pisodes and a 6-month hiatus since T-pisode 200 and I felt it was time for a sequel! So, I present “Grown Man Shit 2-Self Worth.”

Self worth is the opinion you have about yourself or the value you place on yourself. As men a lot of us don’t really have an honest opinion of who or what we are. We are constantly letting ourselves get devalued. Whether it is by comparison to other men or putting monetary price tags on our own worth or by letting some of the women we get involved with make us feel less about ourselves. This is ridiculous and this needs to stop! Over the years I have built one hell of a fucking life for myself and through trial & error I have built one hell of a fucking life portfolio that makes my self worth priceless in my opinion. You’re damn right I said priceless. And no way am I ever allowing someone else to dictate my self worth because of that. I’ve worked too damn hard to become the man I am today and I’ll be damned if I need validation from a woman who doesn’t want to be with me or from some other lesser man because of the life HE lives. No way. That is not self worth. I know how educated I am; how cultured I am; how well-travelled I am; how talented I am; how kind I am; how funny I am; how passionate I am; how giving I am; how successful I am. While monetary value and material possessions do not make a man, it is a great feeling having nice things. I have a full passport. I drive a brand new car. I live in an expensive neighborhood. I have a great career. I have many toys. I am able to spoil everyone I care about. This does not make me a better man. But this allows me to not be concerned about the other guy’s car, house, office, vacation, girlfriend, toys, etc. My self worth and confidence have allowed me to attain this life and to attain the knowledge that I am not better than any other guy. But I’ll be damned if any other guy thinks he’s better than me. Pound for pound…story for story…success for success… no man will ever be allowed to get into a pissing contest with me. Because I know my self worth. Every man should. Fellas, you should too. Put your own fucking value on yourself and the sky is the limit. Know this. And be on your “Grown Man Shit.”

I’ve had a few people ask me about “Grown Man Shit.” I even had some people question it or try to use it against me. Plenty of people have tried to use my site, my own rules, my own stories from here against me over the years. And it’s ok. I know what I’ve written here. I know what I’ve said on social media. And I know what I’ve done in my personal life off of T-blawg. I am the same guy with or without the hat. So when a woman I was involved with not too long ago used “Grown Man Shit” in a text against me, I didn’t flinch. T-blawg and my written words are also a huge part of my own self worth. I have confidence and value in each one of my words. That is who I am today. Self worth fellas, know yours. And until “Grown Man Shit 3”…once again, thank me later.

 

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 274: F*ck Yo Meal Prep!

16 weeks of meals prepared specifically for me! Thug life!!! Healthy thug life…but still…thug life. I’ll never stop using thug life. Deal with it.

16 weeks of meals prepared specifically for me! Thug life!!! Healthy thug life…but still…thug life. I’ll never stop using thug life. Deal with it.

 

I’ve been into fitness for a while now. Went through the bodybuilding, heavy weights, supplements and protein shakes period that most guys that I grew up with were into. I grew out of it. I just didn’t have the time to commit to it or the heart for it anymore. Or the stomach. Literally and figuratively. Supplementing meals for years on end brought me no joy. And I’ll never go back to it. Now I’m into a mix of free weights, dirty boxing and mud race training. Monday through Friday I work out with the occasional run through Boston thrown in on the weekend. I may never have six-pack abs but I like being able to scale mountains, jumping over fires, having a tolerance for electrocution and being able to throw a series of boxing combinations with elbows and knees thrown in. But diet is still important yo.

Everybody these days that is into fitness is also into meal prep. Go on Instagram or any of your social media news feeds right now and you’ll see someone talking about their workouts and pics of the meals they’re eating. Me? I try to avoid talking about my workouts and my clean eating meals as much as possible because honestly, it’s boring. But I’ve been into fitness for a while and it helps that my best bud is a lifelong bodybuilder. The dude was in the NFL, competes in bodybuilding competitions and has lifted since we were kids. He knows all about fitness and meal prep. So this past Winter, he introduced me to a girl who was starting her own meal prep business. Now like I said, I’m into fitness. I’m pretty disciplined. And I don’t do supplements anymore. I’m also busy as shit and I don’t like cooking. But I like to eat! This was perfect for me. So I hired her. Yep. Ol’ T is financially secure enough to pay someone to cook his meals. So for 16 weeks I had her cook my breakfasts, lunches and dinners for Monday through Friday. My other two daily meals were on me and consisted of fruits and nuts. Saturday I was on my own and Sunday was my cheat day. And even though I always knew a good clean diet was important, it wasn’t until I lived this lifestyle for those 4 months that I really got to see what clean eating and a balanced diet of carbs, protein and fats from natural foods could do for you! I was in amazing shape and never felt better. Even better than I did in my early 20s during my heavy lifting days. I have since moved on from her doing my meal prep and now I do my own prep. I still hate the shit out of cooking and I can’t even come close to the meals she was making AND it takes me like 4 hours every Sunday to prep for the week, but it’s worth it. If you’re into fitness then you have to do your meal prep. Whether on your own or paying someone else to do it, meal prep and clean eating is like 90% of your fitness routine. Trust ol’ T on this. And consider this T-pisode as a healthy lifestyle public service announcement. You’re welcome.

Meal prepping is all the rage and I honestly think some people put up fake bullshit meal prep pics to make people think that they’re actually eating clean and working out. Same as when “checking in” on social media was cool and everyone was checking in at the gym. Yeah ok. Why lie? The results are obvious when people see you and you’re only hurting yourself. So…prep yo’ meals. Go to the gym. Eat clean. Drink water. Sleep well. And whether you share all of this with friends on social media or not, just do it. Even if you’re not wearing Nikes. Just do it. Actually do it. For yourself. You’ll feel better and live longer. Meal prep…

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 273: My Birthday Week 2015

Your birthday is a great way to gauge where you stand with people. (*This pic was featured on boston.com’s weather page last week by the way. It also was a great gauge for me!)

Your birthday is a great way to gauge where you stand with people. (*This pic was featured on boston.com’s weather page last week by the way. It also was a great gauge for me!)

 

I was going to use my annual birthday T-pisode space for a sequel to my “Grown Man Shit” T-pisode. But after the rollercoaster week I had I really wanted to get some shit off my chest and write this one fresh. So, I’m coming in hot with this one! Watch out. The older you get the less you are allowed to celebrate your birthday. I firmly believe this. There is no need to go all big and shit and make a huge deal out of it if it’s a non-milestone birthday year. But the people in your everyday life…friends, family, people you’re dating and those who you go out of your way to celebrate and recognize their birthdays should absolutely recognize and celebrate yours. Big or small, I don’t give a shit. Just something. Anything. With that said, moving on to my birthday week this past week.

Like I clearly stated above, this week was my birthday week. It was a non-milestone birthday age. Definitely not a special number by any means. But my usual core friends and family did what they always do and celebrated it with me in one form or another. I am very thankful for these people. They put up with my crazy ass. And those people are all I need. NOW, to the ones who didn’t? The ones who I went out of my way for on their birthday? The ones in my life who I’ve been there for and done sweet shit for and bought gifts for even when it wasn’t their birthdays? So called “close” friends? Even a few people I once considered family? My birthday came and went for some of them just like that. Not a text. Not a call. Not even a generic Facebook “Happy birthday, T” yo. So, I want my birthday this year to be like a movie script plot point for them. This is where we make a turn in a different direction. I want them to remember this moment when they want to know why I changed when it comes to them. This is that point. This is that last straw for some. This is where I turn the corner on our relationship. For real. I’m not bitter. No. That would need time and energy. No, I’m just recognizing where we are and choosing to move on. This week I had to deal with work shit. I got a bump up in position which was great for me but others weren’t so happy about it. Fuck them I say. I had to deal with some family health issues. Some other family drama. Some people surprisingly going ghost on me. Brand new car insurance and repair issues. Writing stuff. T-blawg shit. And just everyday life shit. This week was a true rollercoaster and at my age I will make the changes I see fit to address the issues I consider important to me and to move on and cut off the people and issues that are NOW no longer important to me. This week I’ve been so happy, so stressed, so proud, so pissed, so hurt, so excited…I’m fucking exhausted. So this year’s birthday has come and gone and it brought more into my life than most past birthdays. But like I always have, I dealt with it. I will deal with it. It’s what I do best. I deal with shit both good & bad and turn negatives into positives and turn current positives into bigger future positives. That’s how I fucking roll. Still.

So now I have one more celebration tonight (wrote this Saturday FYI) with family and then I have another one next weekend that was put out due to Boston weather being a little bitch this weekend. LOLz. And then that will put this year’s birthday into the history books for me. But either way, this year’s game plan is the same as previous years. To enjoy life and always have a story to tell while trying to be a better man today than I was yesterday. That’s my motto. It’s been my motto. It’s actually Grown Man Shit. And that sequel is coming baby. Happy birthday to me!

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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I’ll let Jay take this one tonight…

Pay attention to Jay’s verse… And he didn’t even appear in the video… He let the other rappers mouth his shit for him. Grown Man Shit… As I approach another birthday. Salute!

 

 

 

 

 

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T-pisode 272: A Crazy You Can Handle

I seriously lost count many years ago of how many times I’ve said this while making this face. No, for real.

I seriously lost count many years ago of how many times I’ve said this while making this face. No, for real.

 

All married men have given the old me this one piece of advice… “Never get married.” Um ok. As I have become older and more open to finding a good one and possibly getting married they have changed that advice to this… “Fine. If you want to get married you have to find a crazy you can handle.” Um ok. For the sake of this T-pisode I’m going to go all hypothetical on your asses and try not to offend like I used to in the early days of T-blawg. For the next two paragraphs we’re going with “all women are crazy” and “all men are assholes.” Let me state my case.

At this point in my life at the age I now am, I have crossed paths with many women. That has all been well documented here. As a writer I have to reflect upon my life constantly whether it’s for material for this site, my book or a script. The women living in the archives of my history are always being visited. That’s the life of a writer willing to be honest and wanting to share his life with others. Now when I look back, back back or even recent back, yes all of these women have had some sort of crazy. For sure. Some like super crazy and some like little odd crazy and some with the “what the fuck?” crazy. Once I figured out the crazy, the relationship ended. If I didn’t figure out the crazy, their crazy somehow found the asshole in me and the relationship still ended. Basically, one way or another both the crazy and the asshole have always ended my relationships. Casual, serious or other this is what ended them all. And I’m willing to bet if you take a moment then you will realize as men that your asshole helped end your relationships too. Or your crazy ended them as women. Or both your asshole as men and your crazy as women combined and ended that shit together! Yep. Take a moment. Reflect on that shit. See that epiphany you just had??? You’re welcome. The recent women in my life had crazies that ranged from only wanting to live life and date someone within like a 4 block radius of her home, family and job. She lived in an unhealthy bubble. Thought I could handle that crazy. It was the most serious relationship of my life. But I was wrong. Her crazy ended us. Never even brought out my asshole. I was proud of that part. After her I’ve dealt with a “my doctor says I’m a sex addict” stalker crazy; a stage five clinger crazy; a “I’m young and when I get drunk I need you T but I’m going to cry again and open up about my life to you now but totally avoid you when I’m sober tomorrow” crazy; a “we have a shit ton in common but I don’t need a man in my life because I have my career, my pet and my walls up instead so I’m good” crazy; and a plain “my life is just really busy right now and I don’t know who or what I want exactly” crazy. See? And those are just the recent ones! So I still haven’t found a crazy I can handle I guess. Maybe I never will.

Most of these women didn’t really get to see the asshole in me because I’ve matured a lot but I’m still a guy and I do still have asshole tendencies. And I’m not sure all my married guy friends are right about finding a crazy you can handle and finding a woman who can put up with the asshole in me. I think it goes back to two things really. Not the crazy and the asshole but the love and the compromise. I think when the love starts to grow you are willing to deal with her crazy. She is willing to deal with your asshole. You both compromise on things and the relationship grows past all the shit like her crazy and your asshole. A relationship should allow for all sides of you to be shown to each other. You both expose yourselves. You both get to see the good and the bad. It takes time. You put up with all sides of each other because you love each other. Maybe that’s what it is. And maybe I just didn’t get that far yet?

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 271: Beard Bandwagon

Ohhhhh….so NOW beards, tattoos and tucking your hats low covering half your face in pics are COOL??? Well then… YOU’RE FUCKING WEEEELLLLLCCCOOOMMMMEEEEE!!!!! T-blawg.com. Established 2009. Bitches.

Ohhh….so NOW beards, tattoos and tucking your hats low covering half your face in pics are COOL??? Well then… YOU’RE FUUUUCKING WEEELLLLCCCOOOMMMMEEEEE!!!!! T-blawg.com. Established 2009. Bitches.

 

I’m talking beards here today. That’s right. Only T of the world famous T-blawg.com has the ability to write an entire T-pisode about beards. Because I’m that damn good. Some people say beards are SO in right now. Some say beards are SO out right now. They were hot in 2014 but not in 2015. They are now accepted in corporate America. They will NEVER be accepted in corporate America. Some athletes sport them only during the playoffs. AKA the “Playoff Beard.” Some athletes rock them all season long now. Hipsters rock beards. Rappers rock beards. Thick beards. Thin beards. Freshly lined up beards. Unkempt beards. Beards.

I’m Italian so I can rock one hell of a fucking beard. It’s an Italian man perk. I’ve been shaving since I was 14 years old. It’s something physical that I bring to the table. I’ve been rocking sideburns, mustaches, goatees and beards on & off rotation for several years. I’ve written a damn T-pisode about manscaping! Shit, I got my first tattoo five years after I started shaving and now all of a sudden both are cool?! Stop it. Cool is fucking cool because I say so. Because you say so. Don’t EVER let someone else, pop culture, social media, corporate America or society dictate what you look like or who you are or what you enjoy. Fuck that. However, I believe that one should be polished when showing up to work. Your beard should be trimmed. Your tattoos should be covered. And your clothes should be two pay grades above. But that’s ME. I’ve always been this way so yeah it’s ok that the rest of the world is now finally catching up to the shit I’ve been living, preaching and writing about for years now. It’s some sort of validation I guess. So if Mike Napoli’s beard or Julian Edelman’s beard turn women on and then they see my beard and get even more turned on…cool. We all win. But make no mistake about it, I’ve been beard yo. On the regular since I went the entire 2011 Bruins playoff run and Stanley Cup victory with my playoff beard. To my entire 2013 Tough Mudder training beard. Since then I’ve been bearded up pretty consistently. This isn’t a beard bandwagon thing for me. But I like seeing all these dudes out with beards and tats now. Back in the day this would be a sign that you have a manly tough guy in your presence. Now? Ehhhh….not so much. Some I still have to laugh it because some are absolutely “posing” and just going with the latest trends. Whatever though. To each their own. But ol’ T has been this way and will continue to be this way. I feel like I’m a pioneer of many things and this is just one more. That is not cockiness. That is a damn fact and a strong statement from an honest, confident man.

So to all you posers, I say fuck yo’ beard. And to all my fellow manly men, we’re shining now boys! Let the ladies enjoy the beard and let the lesser men envy away. We put our time in and we built this bandwagon that is now extremely heavy. But we are the ones strong enough to pull it so let them all ride this bitch until the wheels fall off. You like your beard. She likes your beard. The world now likes your beard. Own that shit.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 270: The Comfort Food List

T-blawg is not only my site but it is also my brand. My online identity. That realization hit me hard during my time off from here. So I needed to get back at it. And I missed all this fucking fun living life under the hat!

T-blawg is not only my site but it is also my brand. My online identity. That realization hit me hard during my time off from here. So I needed to get back at it. And I missed all this fucking fun living life under the hat!

 

I haven’t done a classic T style list since my return. So let this be the first one. During my hiatus from here I didn’t write a single T-pisode from late November until early April. I think? I’m not sure. This past winter after Barcelona and the holidays, my life without T-blawg was a damn blur. I swear. I mostly remember a lot of friggin’ snow, writing a lot of book pages, eating a lot of paid for meals, working out a lot and a lot of Patriots games. In between all of that, I did find out some mostly new shit about myself that brought me serious comfort and joy. Lil things…big things…cool things…crazy things…T things.

 

Uber
I still haven’t used it myself. But thank you for driving a lot of women around for me so I didn’t have to take my car out in the snow. You the real MVP Uber!!!

Deflategate Assholes
I found a lot of joy ignoring you uninformed dopes. You know nothing about football. And believe me, THAT Deflategate T-pisode is coming.

Taylor Swift
I can’t stand the girl, but the smile and big hug my niece gave me when I gave her two on the field seats tickets in Gillette for her 16th birthday made for one happy uncle.

Museum of Science/Museum of Fine Arts/New England Aquarium
I’m proud to be a member of all three and the Saturday my nieces, my nephew and I hit up all three in one day to break our personal record gave us memories that will last a lifetime.

Personal Cook
I’m going to write a full T-pisode on this but to have someone doing my weekly meal prep for 4 months was fucking awesome! I don’t like cooking but I do like eating and I do like working out. This was like the greatest thing ever for a single healthy guy living in the city.

Wine
I drank a lot of wine this winter. A lot. Shit.

“Jessica Alba”
Thank you for what we had and what we did this winter. You’re one of the good ones. And I’ll still always be there if you need me.

My Big/Little Brother
The conversations to and from all the Patriots games this past season were the therapy sessions we needed for all the fucked up things we did and went through growing up in East Boston. I’m proud of the men we are today leaving all that in the past.

My old shoes
Yes, I’m thankful for my old shoes. I like nice clothes. I have nice things. My shoe game is fire yo. But this winter was fucking brutal and thankfully I had a pair of old shoes to wear on my walk to the office when I didn’t feel like packing shoes in my bag while wearing Timberlands to the office. I’m a guy! Guys DON’T bring a change of shoes anywhere! We tough that shit out. Thug life. I’ll pour some out for those shoes now in shoe heaven next time I drink.

Old school Italian Sundays
On the Sundays when I could get out of my place if there wasn’t a lot of snow or when the Pats played late games, I went over my mother’s for dinner. It was my cheat day. And it was great to eat “normal” food while busting my mother’s chops and making her laugh. I miss Sunday dinners from when I was a kid.

Netflix
When I wasn’t snowed in writing, drinking wine or entertaining a lovely young lady, I had you Netflix. I love your movies but you gave me Daredevil. You the other MVP Netflix!!! And your stock is making me hella rich! Imma buy a plane or some shit cause of you!

Final Draft
You are the best screenwriting software in the game but writing a book with you was not cool holmes.

Memes
I sent so many offensive fucking memes to so many people this past winter and I’m not sorry at all.

Skype
Thank you for hooking a brother up so he could drunk video chat with a hottie in Barcelona!

Banshee and Black Sails
By far the two best “guy” shows on cable television. Violence, gangsters, pirates, hot chicks, sex, murder, the fucking Amish!!! Holy shit, the best I tell you! The BEST!!!

 

And that was my comfort list of the things I enjoyed while on my T-blawg hiatus. They all filled in the “T-blawg hole” that was driving me to come back here. Nothing can quite replace this site but I did somewhat enjoy my time away. And now you all know why. But rest assured, I’m back for good.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 269: The Person After You

People missed the memes on here so I figured this would be the perfect T-pisode to bring the memes back because this is the reaction we all have once we find out who our exes are dating after us, right??? Whatever. I love the “Jay-Z NO WAY” face!

People missed the memes on here so I figured this would be the perfect T-pisode to bring the memes back because this is the reaction we all have once we find out who our exes are dating after us, right??? Whatever. I love the “Jay-Z NO WAY” face!

 

I don’t think it matters if you ended the relationship, she/he ended the relationship or you both somehow agreed to end it together but it’s always interesting to see the type of person your ex dates after you isn’t it? It’s like we just HAVE to know. And we just HAVE to pass judgment on them. On our ex. On the new person. On THEIR relationship. It’s something we all do. Don’t deny it. And I’m here to tell you today that it is an ugly trait that somehow finds it’s way into our lives and it’s a negative energy that can be both unhealthy and absolutely crushing.

The length of the relationship and/or the abundance of love you felt are the two things that will always determine how much or how little you care about someone after the break up. This is a damn fact. It’s science people! The older you get the more time and energy are put into the relationships that actually have real substance. I’m not talking about the people you only hooked up with. I’m not talking about the people you only went on a date or two with. Because you either don’t care about those people after you stop seeing them or you are adult enough to wish them the best after you no longer want to see them. I’m talking about the people that we have that long-term and strong love for. The ones we actually thought were going to go somewhere. Those are the exes that meant something so it is never easy to accept the person after you. A recent ex of mine started to date a guy that I immediately deemed unworthy and a complete loser. From the little I knew, I passed judgment. And when I go back and look at it now I absolutely realize it was wrong. I’ve always preached that I am no better than anyone else and I am not on this planet to compete with anyone. ANYONE. And yet, there I was passing judgment on her, him and their relationship. Sure I was comparing shit like looks, money, goals, ambition, life status and laughing at the shit I saw on social media. At the time it felt good. And then time passed. And then I felt like a complete asshole. Because bottom line? She could’ve been dating a professional model making fifty million a year while giving more than half of it to cancer research and starving kids and I still would’ve found something wrong with the guy. I still would’ve labeled him a loser. And I still would’ve been insulted that I once dated “a girl like that.” Yep. It’s wrong. I was wrong. But it’s never easy to see the person after you. Today I admit that.

“Time heals all wounds.” “Forgive and forget.” Sayings that we all hear a lot in life and we tend to say to others a lot in life. But both apply to the time after a relationship has ended more than anything else in life. I’m not saying it’s ok to pass judgment on the person after you or on your ex. I’m saying it’s ok to have a damn grieving period but then you have to move on. Just know that there will NEVER be anyone better than you and you are NOT better than anyone else. So don’t even try to compare. None of us need that negative energy in our lives. An ex is an ex for a reason. Let them move on and figure out what’s best for them. And always remember, you have your own “person after them” that they’re passing judgment on. So make that person after them even more special to you.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 268: Do It For The ‘Gram

This was one of the dozen or so pics that changed my Instagram forever because it was featured all over the place. But fuck it, I’m still doing T-blawg Poses on the ‘gram. Cause thug life son. THUG LIFE!!!

This was one of the dozen or so pics that changed my Instagram forever because it was featured all over the place. But fuck it, I’m still doing T-blawg Poses on the ‘gram. Cause thug life son. THUG LIFE!!!

 

Instagram. AKA “the ‘gram” as they call it in the streets. Well at least I call it that. Shit, I really did lose all my street cred at this point in my life if this is the stuff I’m saying now. Damn. Sorry Pac. Sorry Big. Anyway. Instagram has become a monster social media platform. Hop on there now…after you read this of course…follow me too while you’re there @tblawg LOLz…and you will see all kinds of different shit on there. People love to post a shit ton of selfies, #foodporn, memes, quotes, more #foodporn, more selfies, more quotes, more memes, some stuff from the @thefatjewish, some stuff from @fuckjerry, pics of cats, dubsmash singalongs, pics of dogs, more memes, more selfies… And a lot of hot chicks trying to get you to buy shitty products like Fit Tea and Shredz for some reason. Ahhh, the ‘gram. What a place. But ol’ T? I’m all about that fire on Instagram now. Let me tell you about it.

Just like the rest of my social media accounts, my original plan for Instagram was to promote this site. I really don’t exist on social media in my personal life. I have a Facebook page that is only for the people I can trust with all aspects of my life, a LinkedIn page for my professional day job and I recently got on Snapchat to enjoy a day in the life of my closest friends and family. Everything else is all T-blawg. My early days on the ‘gram consisted of a lot of T-blawg Poses (still not a damn selfie…where’s my face???), a lot of #foodporn and pics of whatever Boston team’s game I was in attendance for. I would occasionally put up a “good shot” taken with my phone, but those were rare. I actually did receive a scholarship for a summer arts program that offered photography classes and I also took some classes in college. Mostly old school 35mm camera shooting and developing my film in a dark room and a few digital classes. I like photography but I’m by no means good at it. But after I stepped away from T-blawg this past winter I decided to go for the “good shots” on the ‘gram. All done with my phone. I played with the settings myself. Didn’t use any filters, still won’t. And my photos started to get notice. That’s where the fire started. My pics were shared and featured all over the place. I’ve even been offered membership into some ‘gram gangs and I’m possibly considering joining some of those gangs. I don’t think they’re like the Bloods or Crips though requiring me to kill someone to join? But still! It’s pretty cool. I really like Instagram. I like dropping the fire like I’m dropping a mix tape yo! I don’t really follow people in my personal life and I won’t let most of them follow me. Because I keep T-blawg separate from my personal life now. But I really would like to blow out my ‘gram more. And I like the people who put the time in to capture a really cool shot whether they did it by phone or camera, clean it up, make it look cooler and have the balls to share it with the rest of the world fully ready for both the glory and the scrutiny. I’ll take those people any day over the ones “throwing shade” at exes, friends and family through shitty memes and quotes any day of the week. But I still love a good, funny, offensive meme baby so post away.

That’s MY Instagram. You have every right to do whatever the hell you want with your Instagram. You can choose your own “fire” and you have the choice to follow or unfollow whomever you want. That’s one of the perks of social media that you can’t just up and do in your personal life. You can customize anything on social media to your liking. It can open doors that don’t exist in everyday life. My ‘gram will be fire from now on. And that fire consists of cool shots of Boston, my vacations, sporting events and of course the famous T-blawg Pose. I found my ‘gram niche. I just need to find more followers and more cool ass people to follow. I’m not thirsty for “likes” by any means. That’s not my style. I just want to get people to come here to T-blawg while showing them some cool shit if I can. Whether it’s words or pics, that’s what I do. I try to show the world my take on life. And of course I’ll still “like” a funny meme and a pretty woman’s selfie here and there too because that’s how I roll on the ‘gram.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 267: Text Unmessaging

I snapped this pic the night the Patriots won the Superbowl and texted it to your mother. *peach emoji *eggplant emoji LOLzzzzzzzzz.

I snapped this pic the night the Patriots won the Superbowl and texted it to your mother. *peach emoji *eggplant emoji LOLzzzzzzzzz.

 

Text messaging…the most common way we communicate with each other now. That’s the world we live in. It’s like… “I have something to tell you. It may be important. It may not be important. I could be serious. I could be messing around. So here are some words for you to read and you just need to deal with this shit.” Text messaging. Quick text responses. Long in between pauses. Here’s a funny meme. Look at this video. Here’s the screenshot to prove something. I really want to piss you off so I’m just gonna send you a “k” as a response to your long ass story after you just poured your heart out. And for YOU? Shit, I don’t even have time for words for yo’ ass so here is one single fucking emoji!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

We all do it. We all intentionally or unintentionally play texting games. With friends, family, people we’re dating. It’s not only our main form of communication now but it can sometimes be one big game. Hell, sometimes we even keep score right? “Well I texted last so I’m not texting again until they text me back. I don’t give a shit.” WHY? Like it really fucking matters? If you really have something to say, just call. If they didn’t text you back, then text again. If they don’t respond to either, they’re definitely playing a game. So fuck them. It’s stupid. Texting should mirror exactly how you are in person. The people you text should be able to “read” your personality. It’s very easy to take something out of context when you’re reading it instead of hearing it. And God forbid you say the wrong thing one time and that son of a bitch comes back with a screenshot of a conversation from 3 months ago like you’re on trial and that shit will hold up in a court of law! You’re not a lawyer!!! I know damn well what I said. Stupid screenshots. Stupid no middle-finger having emojis too! Because I would absolutely send you a middle-finger emoji right now if I had one. And why do the pause thing? You do not want to seem too anxious? You want to seem like you’re busy?? Playing it aloof eh??? You know I just saw you “like” 6 pics on Instagram, post 2 snaps and tweet how Starbucks misspelled your name again on your damn cup in the time you waited to respond to my text, right? That texting game is one of the dumbest texting games. The Pause. Fuck yo’ pause. LOLz. And yes there are differences between lol, LOL,lololol and HAHAHAHA. Just so you know. But the worst kind of text is the no text. And that weighs the heaviest doesn’t it? When someone you like doesn’t even have the respect to text you back at all? Why does that sting the most? But it does. The No Response Text is killer. Ouch. :( (old school sad face right there)

It’s time for us as a society to ease up on all things texting. Holy shit it really is. We spend WAY too much time staring at our phones as is. We’re all fucking addicts. Admit it. I am. Put the phone down. That little blue glow on our faces in the dark has become unhealthy. Go to bed. Call that person tomorrow. Shit, make plans with them for the weekend. Stop stressing about what you’re going to type. No need to create 10,000 stressful made up scenarios as to why they’re not texting you back. Stop searching for that perfect emoji to send. Ease up on the memes. Stop screenshotting a private conversation and sending it to others to get them on your side. Texting should be A form of communication for us in 2015. It should not be the ONLY form of communication for us in 2015. Trust T once again. I won’t let you down. LOLz. Winky face. TTYL.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 266: The Check In

Every time I walk by this place I like to pretend I’m He-Man about to enter Castle Grayskull to beat the shit out of Skeletor or something. Don’t judge!

Every time I walk by this place I like to pretend I’m He-Man about to enter Castle Grayskull to beat the shit out of Skeletor or something. Don’t judge!

 

At my age I’m just too damn old to stalk. I really am. If I ever did a sequel to my “I’m Too Old For This Shit” T-pisode, then stalking would be on it. I’m not talking about hiding in bushes and showing up at exes’ places of work here comes a restraining order for sure stalking. Even though a lot of sick dudes out there do that. That’s never been my style. But I have been stalked like that by women before. I’m talking about social media stalking. I don’t do it. Nah…not me. Not T. Not ever. Once I move on from someone, I move on. I’m not stalking your Facebook page or check ins or tweets. Because I end all forms of contact, including social media. After the “never going to try to see them in person again” and “never calling or texting them again” are put into action, then the unfriending, the unfollowing and the occasional blocking are quickly put into effect as well by me. Buuuuut….it’s ok to do The Check In.

What’s The Check In? The Check In is first and foremost not stalking. The Check In occurs after a period of time when you are completely over a person and no longer have any vested feelings in them whatsoever. You made peace with them. In your head. In your heart. In your penis. In your vagina. You have moved on to dating and having feelings for other people. You have moved on in life. After you have accepted all of this and realize that you haven’t seen or thought about this person in some time and find yourself in such a good place you just so happen to think about one of these people from your past. And your head is on straight and your heart no longer beats a single beat for them and you honestly just hope they are doing ok for themselves. Regardless of how good or bad it ended with them, whether on your terms or theirs, time has past and you just want to see if they are doing ok. That’s it! You hope them the best. You really do. But you can’t even think about checking in on them if you have even 1% of hoping to rekindle because that is not good. That is stalking. That is the opposite of The Check In. That means you’re not healthy yet. You’re not over them yet. Maybe you never will be. So don’t do it. So recently, I found myself in a good enough place where I went back and checked in on a ton of women from my past. And the results were mostly good. A lot of them have moved on to new boyfriends. Some are now married. Some have kids. Some are even divorced. A lot have great careers. Some own homes. Some have moved and lived all over the place. Some have travelled the world. And most of them seemed genuinely happy. And as Baby Jesus as my witness, I was happy for all of them. All of them. No hard feelings. Good for them. They were a part of my past and I was a part of theirs. Our paths crossed at one point in this world and we added something to each other’s lives. And we are who we are today because of that. That’s The Check In.

Will I reach out to any of them? Should I? I’m an adult and I would like to say that I could. And that I will. But I probably won’t. We really have nothing to add to each other’s lives now. We did then but not now. If any of them reached out to me, would I respond? Would I accept their “friend” request? Answer their calls or texts? Sure. But only the ones that I made peace with in my heart and head. Holding on to bad feelings, grudges and overall negativity is never a good thing. Try to find that peace. Wish everyone from your past the best. And be thankful for each of them and every single thing you experienced with them. Because it shaped you into the person you are today. The Check In…

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 265: Life Inventory

After I did my “life inventory” things were looking up! See what I did there? With this photo?? Looking up??? GET IT?! This shit was so much easier when I used memes.

After I did my “life inventory” things were looking up! See what I did there? With this photo?? Looking up??? GET IT?! This shit was so much easier when I used memes.

 

I don’t get writer’s block often but when I do I try to promise myself that I’ll get the writing done the very next day. I put a little “To Do” in my iCalendar so I’m reminded on all my devices. I’m OCD like that I guess. There was one night this past winter when I couldn’t write so I just started to pop open my calendar, my holiday shopping list, my office to do list, my gym routine, Facebook, my contact list…I went NUTS! I took all that restless energy from my writer’s block and I guess I started to work on this crazy life to do list. The timing was right. It was almost the end of the year where I always reflect on the past year and start to list out some goals and plans for the upcoming new year. But this was different. I took shit to another level.

I went from top to bottom. From small to big. From petty to important. From materialistic to idealistic. It was a collection of everything and everyone in my life and which, who & what I either needed or didn’t need in my life any longer. What was no longer of value. What and who was a distraction. What I wanted that I didn’t have and how I was going to get it. From top to bottom I spent the entire night covering everything in my life. I did what I’m now calling a much-needed “life inventory” and it was a success looking back now. I did a huge inventory that night but here are just some of the things I inventoried… My arm was healed but I didn’t have the speed in my hands that I had before the nerve damage happened. The power was back but not the speed. I changed my dirty boxing routine and brought back the speed bag. My diet was good but maybe I should try this personal chef my buddy was using for his meal prep? I hired her. I felt that I needed new clothes. I bought an entirely new wardrobe. I wanted a new car so in the spring I got one. When was I going to book Greece? Summer? Ok. I haven’t talked to this person since high school so why are we still Facebook friends? We never talk on here. Unfriended. My niece wants Taylor Swift tickets for her birthday? Bought her on the field seats. I miss writing movies. After the book, I’m writing a new script…in the calendar it goes for 2015. Why the hell do I answer this girl’s texts? She only texts me when she wants something then likes to play little kid games. Blocked the number. Why do I keep on trying to hang out with this dude? He always has an excuse. Guess we’re not as tight as we used to be. Stopped trying. Why the hell do I care about my ex’s new boyfriend’s Instagram? I told my buddy to stop sending me screenshots. I really need to draft my 2015 goals for the office job by the end of quarter one. So I did and even though it took almost 4 more months, I discussed them with my manager and put them into play for the year. How many mud races will I do in 2015? Should I go back to LA? Should I move a chunk of my money into the fixed-income world? Is it time for wireless headphones? The damn wire is a pain in the ass. Should I take another cooking class? What’s my credit score now? Do I really need another tattoo…maybe start the full sleeves? I should finally get Lasik. I ran the gamut! I covered everything I could that night. People, things, feelings…all came and went. And the rest went on lists or in my calendar. I was refreshed.

I’m pretty sure I’ll do another one of these life inventories with the way I live my life. My life is busy. It’s awesome. But busy. There are a lot of friggin’ moving parts in my life for one person. I love and respect the life I’ve made for myself but it needed to be looked at in my opinion. Maybe this was a result of misdirection from the writer’s block but I’m glad I did that “inventory” that night. It was like a self-evaluation to myself and I was able to identify what was working and what needed improvement. Of course this sounds easy and reads easy on paper…ehh onscreen. But try doing a life inventory on your own life. See what it does for you. I can’t guarantee it will be life changing but I do guarantee you will have a better appreciation and understanding of where your life stands and where it’s going after you do it.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 264: The Decision

This was when Winter finally hit Boston. And she hit us hard as shit baby. So hard that my damn Instagram changed forever too. I’ll tell THAT story! So many stories!!!

This was when Winter finally hit Boston. And she hit us hard as shit baby. So hard that my damn Instagram changed forever too. I’ll tell THAT story! So many stories!!!

 

I was on the seventh chapter on the third draft of my book. At the time that chapter was about my “Legendary Childhood Moments” where I listed out some crazy tales from when I was a pretty bad little kid getting into all kinds of shenanigans! Chapter 7 has since changed and is now another chapter of my life. It may change again. I came up with a cool way to structure my book on the fourth draft and had to move some pieces around to put the puzzle together. But while I was writing that third draft and that chapter with snow coming down outside, with a “cool” Instagram pic posted to prove it (pun intended, #nofilteryo), with the Patriots in the playoffs before Deflategate had a name, with a girl heading over to my place…all stories I’ll get into more detail about on here soon enough…it was at that exact moment I wanted T-blawg back. So much so that I decided I was going to turn the site back on in less than 5 months from that moment.

I turned the computer off. I had a bottle of white wine waiting for her. It was late on a weeknight and I had to be in the office in the morning but was hoping for a work from home day. Those work from home days came later on that Winter but not that next day. I didn’t have any food in the house for her. All I had were the meals I hired another woman to cook for me. Fifteen of them for the work week. Not counting my nuts and bananas. Wait, what? I’ll tell the meal prep story soon enough people, I promise. But she couldn’t have my meals! But I had plenty of wine. I usually stock 8 bottles of the low-end wine in my living room for occasions like this. The high-end stuff, mostly from my trips to Europe, are high above my kitchen cabinets for more important occasions. But there’s something about women and white wine isn’t there? White wine. Ice cream. Pizza. Throw in a cat or a dog and they honestly wouldn’t need us men. Because I’m convinced they can then watch “Orange Is the New Black” then go hook up with each other. I swear to Baby Jesus that’s all they need these days. But a woman and her bottle of chilled white wine? Shit, even if it’s not chilled she WILL take it down like a champ. It’s like if you gave me a bottle of whiskey and dared to me to drink it in one sitting. Trust me, I wouldn’t need the dare. As long as it was on a cheat day, because according to some people…some women…I’m too stuck in my ways. I’ll tell that story soon enough too. Out of the two lady friends that came over a lot during the Winter, this one I would later realize I had a connection with. A connection that didn’t make sense for either of us and we would discuss that several times later on that Winter and even into Spring. That story is coming. The other girl ended up liking me too much. Sweet girl but I wasn’t into her like that. These were both girls. Not quite women. There was a woman too. Two women actually. One woman I had gone years without seeing and had only seen once at that time but wanted to see again to see if something more could be there. And then there was another woman who I was just starting to get to know in a friendlier way and who really interested the hell out of me because she was a lot different from what I thought she was like. She is standoffish in a private, yet sexy, intelligent, non-Pink Hat, really into her health and career kind of way. I like that. And remember people, I was single. I was “doing me” as the kids like to say. So this was my time off from T-blawg and a lot more happened but this is why I decided at that moment to come back. To tell these stories and then some.

I trusted each of these girls/women with T-blawg. Told them about it. Some I told about how I grew up. That I had written scripts and pitched them in Hollywood. Some of them I even brought around my friends. Hell some I even watched a Pats game or two with. Really. They all brought something to the table in their own way and inspired me to want to write here again. It had been some time since I last had a female muse. My ex used to inspire me to write all the time. I really liked that about her. That revelation also made me finally come to peace with that ending too. I’ll tell that story soon enough, trust me. Women, work, sports, health, habits, life, my philosophies, my opinions and so on…the decision was made to write them out for the world to see again. On THAT night. At THAT moment. I called my cousin the next day. The same cousin who I have written about several times on here. I told him that I was bringing T-blawg back. He simply said “About fucking time.” Now all I had to do was get through the most brutal Boston Winter ever while trying to finish the book with these ladies coming in & out of my life almost daily and then I just had to start writing T-pisodes again…without killing someone over their stupid fucking Deflategate opinions. That was the decision.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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#wouldwife…is BACK!

It’s been 7 long months since I did a #wouldwife. My claim to fame hashtag. I really wish people would use the #tblawgpose hashtag every time they wore their hats like me! But I’ll settle for inventing #wouldwife…for now.

 

Willa Holland. The only reason to watch Arrow.

Willa Holland. The only reason to watch Arrow.

 

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T-pisode 263: Non-Dating Dating

I put the “T” in dating if you know what I mean. Wait, what?

I put the “T” in dating if you know what I mean. Wait, what?

 

Just three T-pisodes in since my return and I’m already doing a dating T-pisode? Yep. Nope. Sorta. I have T-pisodes ready to go about life, my adventures and opinions on everything already written during my hiatus from here but I wanted to put this one out. Fresh. Straight out of the oven. And it’s about the dating game. Or the lack of the dating game. Was I dating while I was gone? A little bit. Here and there. Am I single now? Yes. But what about everyone else? I quit my site to write a book, focus on my day time career, rebuild my health after an injury, go to Pats games, enjoy the holidays with family, cut back on dating to focus on myself and did my best to stay in the damn house a lot during the worst Boston winter ever to stay out of the mix and drama I used to get into. Sometimes it found me though. Sometimes I found it. But everyone else…what’s your excuse?

The term “cuffing season” is so damn stupid. “Slipping into DMs” is for losers without real life game but have plenty of balls behind a keyboard. “Tinder” swiping will get you laid and STDs. Women labeling themselves “bad bitches” while knocking every dude not interested in them as “fuck boys” will never meet respectful men because they don’t even respect themselves. Men calling women “basic bitches” and “thots” are straight douchebags and deserve to get played. People’s idea of flirting now is sending eggplant & peach emojis instead of talking. Too many people rather stay in on a Saturday night sending snaps of their tits and dicks instead of getting done up and going on real face to face dates. And how about “Netflix and chill” as a spineless way to get a girl over? Seriously? Late night Uber rides are the new walk of shames. You all have been relegated to seeing that green light pop up on Facebook Messenger and so quick to write “hey stranger…lol” at 2AM. “Thirsty” for attention but never a real connection. Gotta get those “likes” right??? Filling your lives with “side chicks” and “side dicks” because you fear taking a real chance with someone. And almost everyone thinks they don’t need someone because their shit is “on fleek” enough as is right? THE FUCK?! This is the world we live in now??? This is what I’m coming back to? That’s awful. And sad. And I refuse to be a single guy doing his best to be a gentleman in a world like this. I mean I love a challenge. I’ve faced plenty of challenges in my day but this is just ridiculous. This isn’t dating. This is a society of single people who have given up. Who have lost their way. And I’ll be damned if I allow myself to date this way after all the dating, relationships, hook ups, booty calls, ups and downs I had to go through and experience to become the man I am today. And trust me, this isn’t because I’m older now. Class, respect, communication, love, sex, flirting and fun will never go out of style. You don’t outgrow these things. This isn’t the way dating is today in 2015. I won’t accept it. I won’t tolerate it.

T is back. Not just on here but in every way possible. It’s almost Summer. My book is almost done. My mind is clear. My body is good. I’m getting back to dating. I’ll tell that girl I want to take her out. I will take her out. I’ll pick her up in my nice car freshly detailed. I’ll be dressed to impress as usual. I’ll open her door. I’ll have a reservation. I’ll have two because a gentleman always has a backup plan. I’ll park close to the restaurant because a lady should never have to walk far. I’ll wine and dine her. My phone stays in my pocket. I’ll make her laugh. We’ll have fun. We’ll get to know each other better. We’ll get dessert. I’ll pay. A gentleman ALWAYS pays. Maybe we’ll go to another place for after dinner drinks. Maybe port. I love a good port. Then I’ll take her home. I’ll open her door. I’ll hug her. Maybe I’ll get a kiss. On the cheek is fine. I won’t drive off until she’s safely in her house. I’ll text her that I got home safe as well because she asked me to. Hopefully she’ll then text that she had a good time. Hopefully I’ll text back that I also had a good time and can’t wait to see her again. That’s dating. That’s how it’s supposed to be. And real dating is back. Because I’m back and I say so.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 262: Making a Statement

Here's a statement... It was cold as SHIT in Boston when I took this pic.

Here’s a statement… It was cold as SHIT in Boston when I took this pic.

I promised myself that when I got back to this that I would make a statement. The statement would show everyone that I was back but doing things slightly different this time. Then I found myself getting in this whole making a statement kick in other areas of my life. I’ve always been one to speak my mind, let it be known how I feel, my position on a matter and the why to it all. It’s not that I have this need to constantly explain myself but I do have this uncontrollable urge to get my point across. No longer in this impactful, intimidating, extreme type of way but more like in a “Hey. You know what? Here’s what I think about this and I respect and/or care about you enough to tell you why.” kind of way. It’s a me thing. It’s a guy thing. It’s a respect thing. Here’s why you always need to make a statement.

With age comes a lot of maturing. Plenty of day-to-day and big picture things where you need to let it be known where you stand on a matter. Why you feel the way you do. And exactly what you intend to do about it. Let’s pass on the routine stuff for now. I think you know what it takes to get through your day. Let’s go big picture baby. I’m defining big picture in this case as life. My life. Your life. A man’s life. Single or married. Young or old. We’re talking life! Go listen to “That’s Life” by Frank Sinatra too. You’re welcome. Your health, your relationships, your career, your money. All a part of your present and your future. All big picture. All require making a statement. Why? If these things…matters…people do not know where you stand and the why to it all, then you will never get what you want out of life. Remember, we only get one crack at life. Here, listen to ol’ T. Your health… “I’m going to the gym 5 days a week. I’m getting on a meal plan. I’m cutting back on alcohol. I’m getting a solid 8 every night. Here’s how and why.” Statement made. This is to yourself. To your future. Your relationships… Family first of course… “I’m trying to be the best son/brother/uncle/cousin I can be and I want you to know that. Here’s how and why.” Statement made. Friends… “As a friend I want to be a part of your life. I make time for you and the things you care about. I’m here. You don’t want to be in my life? You don’t have time for me? We’ve out grown each other? It’s time to part ways.” Statement made. Women… “I like you. I’m telling you this. I’m showing you this. I pay attention to you. As busy as I am, I’ll always find time for you. I don’t play games with you.” Statement made. Your career… “Here’s what I’ve done. Here’s what I’m doing. Here’s where I plan to go. The results speak for themselves. Let’s make something great here or I can go elsewhere and make greatness there.” Statement made. Your money… “I make this amount. I spend this amount. I save this amount. I invest this amount. I want this amount.” Statement made. See what I’m saying?

Now of course I just generalized a ton! But you’re picking up what I’m putting down. So try it. Make the statement and follow through. Let it be known to yourself that you are committed to your health. Let the people in your life know what they mean to you and how much. Go tell that girl why you deserve to take her out and that you want to make her smile and why you want to see that smile as often as possible. Let your manager and co-workers know how valuable you are and how hard you work. Go get your money right and invest in your damn future. Because you need to make a statement. You need to be as honest as possible to yourself. And you need to follow through. Every…single…day. Even on the weekend. Don’t coast through life without making it known who you are and what you’re all about. People may like you for it. They may dislike you for it. But trust me, you’ll be better off one way or the other with or without them. Make a statement. Men make statements. Like Jay-Z once said “A closed mouth don’t get fed.”

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 261: Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself

"I can't leave rap…ehhhh T-blawg alone, the game needs me." – Jay-Z...um me?

“I can’t leave rap…ehhhh T-blawg alone, the game needs me.” – Jay-Z…um me?

 

I’m back.

Hello? Is this thing on??? That’s what she said.

I’ve been gone for 6 months. Half a year of not coming here and sharing my stories & opinions after 5 years and 260 consecutive Mondays was one painful withdrawal for me. At first. It took a few months to adapt to a life without all things T-blawg. Except for the book of course. Is the book done? Not yet. But it’s in a place where I felt comfortable enough to come back here every Monday and to jump back on social media as well. I did a lot in the past six months. I will tell the stories in the upcoming weeks and months here. They’re good stuff, I promise. I also did some tweaks to the site too. A new look and some new functionalities that make it easier to read on your phones and tablets. “Where ya been T?!” I heard that a lot. A LOT! I do have to say it felt good to be missed. Thank you. While I was gone from here I watched the world try to tell their tales on the internet by changing my words and selling them as their own; people still tucked their hats low; #wouldwife their pics; try to share advice on dating, the struggle of everyday life, self-improvement and lessons learned. I saw people badmouth my beautiful Patriots (Super Bowl Champion Patriots by the way regardless on your Deflategate stance); watched my Instagram change into something different; I suffered through the worst Boston winter ever; all while living, learning and laughing. So… How’s the book? I’ll write that story. How are the ladies? I’ll write those stories. Plural. See what I did there? How’s Boston? I’ll tell you. What did I learn…where have I been…what have I done…. Those stories are coming.

During the last 6 months I got to focus on being the guy without the hat again. The man who lived the life that I got to write about on here when I started way back in 2009. I forgot what that was like. Guess I truly got to live the “Grown Man Shit” motto I preached about so much on here. I did some things. I made some life changing decisions. I made some mistakes. I did a lot of writing. And I learned some lessons. I just lived. So from this point on I’m going to write a little differently for T-blawg. This go around will be on a different level. Once again, I’m not the same guy telling his life story like I did 2009 to 2014. This is 2015. What I did, said and finished will stay in the past. They will stay in the archives of T-blawg forever. They built this site. Feel free to go back and look at everything I gave to this site. I’m proud of it all. Even the ugly mistakes. Going forward I’m writing like the man I am now. A wise, humbled, diverse, intelligent, successful guy with an outlet to the world. I think you’ll like this guy better. I sure do. A lot happened in the last 6 months during my time “off” from this place and I’m really excited about what comes next for me and for T-blawg. I am also going to be more diligent about what I share on social media. I think I learned to finally separate all things T-blawg from my personal life while hopefully still being able to entertain you all T style of course. I have one hell of gap to fill between December 1st 2014 and June 1st 2015. I think you all know me well enough to know that most people would only have a few stories to share from a 6 month time span. But not me. Plus writing the book made me do a lot of reflecting on my life and all things T-blawg. Things are going to get interesting, I promise.

Over the course of 5 years writing T-pisodes became a part of my everyday life. Just like getting up and going to the gym. Eating my 5 meals a day. Drinking 2 gallons of water daily. Going into the office. Writing my scripts. Writing the book. Going to Patriots games. Traveling the world. Spending time with friends and family. Enjoying my city of Boston and everything it has to offer a guy like me. And dating. Oh yes, dating. Then I stopped them. I stopped the T-pisodes. Not all that other every day stuff. But just the T-pisodes. I stopped T-blawg. I stopped all things T-blawg. I spent the last 6 months of my life without T-blawg and so did all of you. Part of me is sorry for doing it and another part is extremely glad I did. Because I did a lot. I changed a lot. And now I’m back. Refocused and because I still have more to say. So… Every Monday I WILL BE back here doing what I do. The Facebook page is back on. I’m back on Twitter and I’ll be tweeting again. And while the Instagram was never turned off, you may want to check it out. My ‘gram game is on fire! That’s what they’re saying in the streets anyway. Streets be talkin’ you know. Like I said, I’ll fill in that 6 month gap. I promise. I’ll throw in a bunch of other cool shit too. Like my life, I made some changes to the site. If this is going to be like T-blawg 2.0, then I need to give you all new reasons to keep coming back every Monday. And trust me, I will.

Damn, it’s great to be back! Let the fun begin. Again.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 260: Until next time…

One...last...T-blawg Pose for the road. Damn, I'm going to miss doing this so much.

One…last…T-blawg Pose for the road. Damn, I’m going to miss doing this so much.

Ladies & Fellas. Boys & girls. T-blawg fans, friends, followers and groupies of all ages. I have decided that it is time to end the streak. I have spent a lot of time thinking, analyzing, reading & writing and I have come to the conclusion that it is time to end T-blawg. I hit my 260th consecutive post. Consecutive week. Consecutive Monday. Consecutive T-pisode. That was always the plan. To give the world 5 years of T-blawg. To give the world 5 years of my life. And just like when Cal Ripken voluntarily ended his “Iron Man” streak at 17 years and 2,632 consecutive games played, I want to end this by choice. Not by someone else’s choice or because I eventually got sick of doing this or because of some random unforeseen circumstance. It was tough to do this for 260 straight Mondays. But I did it. And I loved it. I loved all of it. But it is time for T-blawg to stop.

My words became something here. I found a voice that I didn’t know I had. I found a way to write that I never had before. And I found my back door into the world of entertainment writing. I grabbed your ear and you all listened. My life in words was shared from under a Boston Red Sox hat. My life became a brand on the internet. That is fucking crazy to me. Bro Code became something for others to follow or even steal and pass off as their own. Grown Man Shit became a social media movement and now it is a lifestyle mantra. #wouldwife became a famous hashtag used globally. Boston has a larger place on the map now. And the entire world tucks its hat low in pics every chance it gets because of me. But most importantly, I told my story. Could I keep going? Absolutely. I’m a storyteller and I WILL always have a story to tell. But I honestly just really want to see what it’s like for the first time in 5 years not to have to get a T-pisode up every Monday. Not to have to run a site and all its social media marketing on my own. No longer having to deal with the comments both good & bad. Or the groupies both good & bad. And not having to worry about how T-blawg impacts my personal life. I want to see what life is like for me without T-blawg. Without living life under the hat. Am I going to finish the book? Yes I am. Will I keep the site up with all the existing T-pisodes for you to go back and read? Yep. Will I be back here one day? Possibly. I want to write the book and JUST the book for now. No T-blawg.com or T-blawg social media in the meantime. That means no more Facebook or Twitter for me as well. I think I’m going to keep the Instagram because I’m really enjoying the photos I’m capturing as of late. This also means that I will put off any TV & movie scripts I have wanted to write. I just want to write the book but I don’t know if it is going to be a T-blawg book anymore. Sometimes I change things in it because of the man I am now. A lot has changed for me. I have changed. I have evolved as a writer, person and as a man. I need to figure that out in words and tell that story on book pages now. But mostly, it’s time to live my life without T-blawg for a while.

I don’t know what it’s going to be like without this site and without all of you. I really don’t. There will be a HUGE hole in my life and it will take some time for me to adjust. It may take some time for all of you to adjust too! But I need to do it. I want to do it. Thank you for coming here every Monday for the last 5 years. Thank you for letting me tell my story. Thank you for all the love & kind words. Thank you for following along on social media. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. It’s been one hell of a ride. T-blawg will always have an enormous place in my heart. It did so much for me. And you all know I am a huge Jay-Z fan. So don’t be surprised if I come back one day wearing the 4-5. I never say never. That’s not who I am. But you all know that about me by now.

 

I took it there.

T

 

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A T-blawg Pose for the record books

At one point or another everyone that is close to me has done the T-blawg Pose and was featured here on the site the last 5 years. Except my old man. Even though he and I never had the traditional father/son relationship, he still played a big role in my life and helped shape the man I became. So he does deserve a spot here on T-blawg as well before it all ends Monday. Old fashioned scally cap style.

 

Last T-blawg Pose

 

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T-pisode 259: Festivus 6

I enjoyed airing my grievances here on T-blawg more than Frank Costanza. I enjoy vintage angry T as much as you all do.

I loved airing my grievances here on T-blawg every year more than Frank Costanza. I enjoy vintage angry T as much as you all do.

There was no way in hell I could let T-blawg end without one last Festivus T-pisode. I love Festivus. Always have. Always will. In my eyes Festivus was the first T-blawg series. Before Bro Code. Before my travel adventures. Before my birthday epiphanies. Before Valentine’s Day sucked. Festivus was the one that started it all. This is the only series to reach a sixth consecutive annual T-pisode. A fitting T-pisode right before the 260th finale. I know it’s a little early but I had to get in one more “Airing of Grievances” people! But feel free to read this again along with the last five Festivus T-pisodes on actual Festivus, December 23rd. Here are the rest: Festivus 5, Festivus 4Festivus 3, Festivus 2 and Festivus 1.

 

Now it’s time for this year’s grievances. 2014 was a rollercoaster year for me. The highest highs and the lowest lows. So I have plenty of grievances and I’m going out with a bang! I present Festivus 6!!! THE FINAL FESTIVUS.

 

Fuckface Cancer
Fuck you. You came back and my mother kicked your ass one more time. You came back and you took the greatest mayor Boston has ever had. You’ve taken a lot from my life for a very long time. Stop coming back. You fuck.

My Asshole Nerve
My asshole nerve REALLY fucked up my shit this year man! I couldn’t lift or train for my fun mud races for 4 months. You kind of fucked up my road trip with my then girlfriend. Then I had to get a steroid shot and I’m just getting healed up…6 months later! You will forever be called my asshole nerve because of this. Just so you know.

No more vacations with women EVER again!
Speaking of girlfriends and road trips… Fuck this shit too man. To quote Kanye West…“How you gonna get mad on vacation?!” I don’t know what it is with you women and why you put so much into vacations with guys but they make you change. They make you crazier. You hold stupid shit in then you blame us men for shit we don’t understand. Fuck you and these vacations. The next fucking time I go on a vacation with a woman it will be on my honeymoon after she signs the damn pre-nup. I’m done until then. I deserve a lot fucking better than that.

Lesser Men
You sneaky degenerate thirsty dickheads. You’re not on my level. You’re not on the level of any grown men actually. You are all lower than whale shit. Keep preying on the weak women. We’ll take the strong, good ones. You can have our sloppy seconds and use social media as part of your game to get them. Classless women love attention from douchebags they don’t know apparently.

Ombre Zebra Heads
I don’t even know what this is or why it’s called this?! All I know is that a lot of women started popping up all over the place this year with two-toned colored hair and that shit looked stupid. The fuck?!

SnapChat
I don’t care what you say. If you’re on this you are absolutely sending and receiving dick & vagina pics. And you are absolutely shady and pathetic as fuck if you’re over 25 doing this. But hey that’s none of my business. Speaking of which…

Kermit The Frog Meme
This was the greatest meme EVER!!! And I know my memes. But you all played it out so damn fast. It’s a shame. *sips some Lipton tea

My Stupid Heart
My heart betrayed me this year. Fucking thing caught the feels and fell in love with the wrong one. Almost put my ass in a state of depression because it happened when everything else in my life went to shit. But then the little fucker showed me how strong it could be and kept going. Thank you for that at least bro.

The shitty 2014 Red Sox
So let me get this straight… From worst to first back to worst again? I’m so confused. You’re all like that one pain in the ass ex-girlfriend. Easy to love AND hate while confusing the shit out of me.

Anti-ALS Ice Bucket Challenge Jerks
How the fuck are you going to hate on something that’s for a good cause??? I don’t get it. When I saw people on social media complaining about this I wanted to take one of the ice buckets and crack them all over the fucking head with it. Really?! Complaining about raising awareness and money to fight a horrible disease?! Really?! Have you ever seen in person what this awful disease does? Well I have. So you all can really go fuck yourselves. Hard.

Instagram Models?
You all need to relax. It’s Instagram not a modeling agency honey. You’re in the club bathroom for fuck sake. Classless broads are shitting in the stalls behind you. Some are puking. Probably giving some dude head too. Your girlfriend just blew a line of coke next to you. I mean I like a good hot chick selfie as much as the next guy but 197 of them?! In a week??? You’re hot, but not 197 selfies hot. Stop it because I WILL unfollow you. Eventually. When I get around to it.

Ebola
Where the hell did you come from?! Ebola. How the fuck did Ebola make it to America in this day and age? But if you really are the start to the zombie apocalypse, just know that I’ve been preparing for this my entire life motherfucker. So I’m good yo. Bring it.

Selfish Women
You may be nice. You may be sweet. You may be educated. You may be beautiful. But no one…NO GUY…can ever stay in love with a selfish woman. Selfishness is an ugly fucking trait. And I won’t have anything to do with selfish women EVER again.

The word bae and the people who use it!
This is the dumbest fucking word ever created. You all sound so FUCKING stupid when you use it. Just so you know.

My Beard
I have a love/hate relationship with you. I’m a bad boy still and we look good together. No doubt. But the corporate America folks that cut those checks for me don’t like you. I don’t know what to do with you my friend. Either we keep pissing off the system or we gotta part ways permanently. Only time will tell. At least the chicks love us yo. Thug life.

Sons of Anarchy
I’m a huge Sons fan since the beginning. But this final season has sucked. Let’s not bullshit. The Sopranos final season was epic until that debatable very last scene. But the majority of the Sons’ episodes so far have been shitty and confusing. I hope the very last episode goes out with greatness. Nothing worse than being disappointed by one of your all time favorite TV shows.

Fickle “Friends”
Speaking of disappointments this year. For a few months this year I was down. I lost a lot and thought I was losing more. There were some people who I barely heard from or not at all. Hardly a call or a text, let alone seeing them. I didn’t plan on making my inner circle smaller this year but they did it for me. You weren’t there for me then, I won’t be there for you now. Peace!

City life ending for me
This is it. I had my epic city run. I’m ready to buy a place in the burbs. And I’m fine with that choice but part of me hates to admit that time has caught up to me and is somewhat forcing this change. So fuck you father time! You are my final Festivus grievance. LOLz.

 

So that’s it people. The very last airing of grievances in the T-blawg Festivus Finale! Hope you enjoyed them. What a run. Next week…The End of T-blawg. Wait, what?

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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