Thursday, July 20, 2017

'17 Heisman Frontrunners

2017 Heisman frontrunners, according to Sports Illustrated:
 
Saquon Barkley, Penn State senior RB.
1496 yards 18 TD last year.

Baker Mayfield, Oklahoma senior QB.
76 TDs to 15 int’s. Broke FBS pass efficiency rating.

Sam Darold, USC sophomore QB. Media darling.
Finished third in TQBR – behind Mayfield.

JT Barrett, Ohio State senior QB. Ranked 35th in TQBR.

Derrius Guice, LSU junior RB. Led the SEC in rushing last season and boasted a 7.6 yards per carry. The Guice is loose?


Mason Rudolph, Oklahoma State senior QB. 4091 yards 28 TDs in 2016. Ranked 20th in TQBR.

Who did they miss? Someone from FSU, for sure. 

 
With a big senior year Nick Chubb has a chance to break Herschel Walker’s UGA career rushing record (set in only three seasons). Chubb’s dismal junior season removed him from most of this year’s Heisman talk. With backfield mate Sony Michel also returning, Chubb will have to share yards.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

YETIs and Dockers

Supposedly the cool thing to do with YETI coolers is to put a few super cool stickers on them. Kinda like a guitar case, but only the coolest of cool. While it is important to stay hydrated at the beach, I’ve never really felt the need to constantly drink beverages at the beach. Sure, drinking beverages I like is tasty and is fun, but these days every good beverage has something unhealthy in it: sugar, HFCS, aspartame, etc. For me drinking water isn’t fun. Sure, sandwiches and other tasty treats can be packed into coolers as well, but then again I don’t need to eat the bread. That leaves carrot sticks and celery. Yee ha. 
 
So anyway, what stickers would I put on my super cool YETI cooler? The classic blue 30A sticker. The Appalachian Trail AT sticker. A good quality Atlanta Braves sticker. Maybe the Hawks, because they have a good logo. What college football team? My alma mater Georgia Tech is famous for ugly out of date graphics. Either UGA or Clemson. Couldn’t have more than one school. Can’t let it get too cluttered.
 
Dic Dac said no one knows anything about YETIs in Indiana. He says that now that he’s moved back to South Carolina he’ll be forced to get one. I said it was the law – when he got his South Carolina   driver’s license they’d give him one.
The kids these days, they still like their cotton khakis. Dockers. Seinfeld despised them to the point of breaking up with a girl over them. He wore jeans instead. Neither jeans nor khakis look good on me. I really don’t think the Dockers look good on anyone, especially middle aged white men. At this point in my life dark clothes look better on me. It’s tough wearing a dark shirt with dark pants all the time, so I have to pick my spots. Slacks are easy to wear, and they look good. Even khaki slacks look better than cotton Dockers. 
 
I could wear black slacks to work every day. The only bad thing about that is being one of the few in the office wearing old guy clothes. Usually all the men wear dri-fit golf shirts, which I’m totally down with. Not many can pull off the untucked look at work and still look professional. Like Cal (Steve Carell) in Crazy Stupid Love, I’ve figured out I look better in clothes sized not as big: XL as opposed to XXL. Of course I figured that out after I filled my closet with XXL’s.
 
But the pants I’m really liking these days are made of the high-tech lightweight dri-fit or waterproof stretch fibers, like the ones put out by Columbia. So comfortable to wear. I have to look for pants with legs not too wide, because some of the Columbia’s are really wide.
 
Another accessory I’ve been wearing is an elastic baseball belt. They stretch and are lower profile than thicker belts. Better to be worn untucked, but if they’re in good condition (my navy one is old) they’re ok to wear with a tucked shirt. I need to get me a black baseball belt.  
  
    
Tuesday: Worked past six then got stuck in traffic on the way home. Took over an hour, so I didn’t feel like driving further to the library. C was at her Tuesday night Bible Study but had left baked chicken and salad. Since I had been sick I didn’t do much. Not much on TV except baseball. Felt ok last night but I should’ve taken a little medicine because I am sneezing again this morning.
 
Hardly rained out our house but SunTrust Park got plenty. M went to the game and didn’t mind staying out late. I also watched Colon vs the Yankees. Saw him strike out Judge, didn’t he? In the first NY hit the ball hard but right at people.

Wednesday: got my stand up desk. Will take a little getting used to. Set it up this afternoon and used it the rest of the day. Note: it’s impossible to make a desk look uncluttered in a picture. Some of the mess is next door on my neighbor’s desk. I have one of the cleaner desks in the office, thank you very much.
 
Wondering if some of my bobblehead buddies read my steamy underside post and got miffed. I didn’t name names. Most are stand up guys, guys I like to hang out with, outgoing guys hustling to make extra cash for their family – and helping distribute bobbles to collectors who can’t get to the game. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just not me. I went back and made some additions to the post, to make sure my words were clear.  

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Gwinnett Sweet Teas

 
People love to complain. Gwinnett enlists fans to submit suggestions for a new team name, and several dozen names came in. Then Gwinnett gives the fans the chance to vote on the top six names, as submitted by the fans. Then some fans are saying the team doesn’t care about the fans, even though the team included the fans every step of the way. Some of the very fans who liked some of the names have “changed their minds” and now publicly complained about the very choice they had liked before. Don’t they see that they can’t have it both ways?
 
There have been several people liking the name “Sweet Teas” which would be unique. These days in the minor leagues, the crazier the name the better. The Jumbo Shrimps. New Orleans Baby Cakes. Daytona Tortugas. Lug Nuts. Looks like the Gwinnett Buttons will win, as a nod to the signer of the Declaration of Independence. I had thought all along that the Gwinnett Groundhogs had a nice ring to it. Their mascot is a groundhog, since one of Gwinnett’s most famous residents is General Lee, the groundhog at the Little River Game Ranch. Maybe the Groundhogs name is already taken, like by a team in Pennsylvania. But I’m not going to complain.
 
I guess I was ahead of my time. Back in the 1980’s I was naming the four Camp SPdL teams bizarre names: Rakes, Shovels, Laredos, Roswell Roadsters, Peachtree Battlers, Buford Highway Patrol, Downtown Connectors. At reunions Kelly Curran Johnson still sings the fight song I wrote for the Roswell Roadsters, sung to the tune of the worldwide mega-hit song “We are the World.”  
 
 
Watched some of the Braves Monday night, but didn’t see the ninth inning rally fall short. Sounds like your man Snitker has benched Swanson and installed Camargo as the starting shortstop. Perhaps they’ll send Dansby to Gwinnett for a couple of weeks so he can get his stroke back. His problem is the screwball, but he won’t see major league screwballs at AAA.
Sports Illustrated recently had an article about how every year more and more of baseball games consist of either a strikeout, walk, or home run. In other words, more and more often, nothing happens. Fewer bunts than ever before. Fewer stolen bases. You never see a hit and run any more. Most teams don’t want to waste outs with bunts. That DBacks manager is new. Not sure what he was thinking, down six late and bunting, unless he had a short bench and had to let pitchers hit.
 
With all the increased strikeouts and supposed livelier baseball, I see little value in a “power hitter” who hits 15-25 home runs and strikes out 200 or more times a year. Yesterday they were talking about how Hank Aaron never struck out 100 times in a season (and 90 or more only three times in 20 plus years). Aaron thought it was embarrassing to have to walk back to the dugout after a K, and I agree. But these days there seems to be no shame. Give me a .300 hitting contact hitter over a .240 slugger any day.    
 
Matthew is going to tonight’s Braves Cubs game. Last night was a sellout, as was Saturday’s game.
 
 
Yesterday two coworkers were out and three had an afternoon conference call, making the last couple of hours at work crazy for me. Also my sneezing had increased considerably since Sunday. Left work at 4:50 and drove past my house to dance class. Braved the hour in class trying not to sneeze.
 
After dance I made a beeline for the gas station. Monday morning the RaceTrac that had been in a gas war with the new station next door was twenty cents higher, so I passed (by Tuesday morning RaceTrac had dropped their price the twenty cents). Gassed up and stopped back by Dollar Tree.
 
Steve and Sara had invited us and two other couples over for post dance refreshments. I didn’t feel like going but went anyway. We played a board game where you get points for answering questions correctly, and also wagering on who will get the question correct. It is simpler than it sounds. I didn’t do well until the question “How many yards was the longest field goal in NFL history?” I got the question correct, plus wagered everything I had, so I got a nice payoff. At best I finished in third place.
 
Went home and plopped on the couch. The drugs I took this morning must’ve worked, because I haven’t sneezed all day. Might be starting to wear off though.
 
About a month ago we got new key fobs at work to let us into the building every day. Fits on my keychain and makes it just a little bulkier. I hate having keys on other things in my front pockets, so I always put them in my rear pocket. But on July 4th before the race I took the key fob off my key ring because I always wear the key ring on my finger and hold my keys during the race. It’s not hard, and I don’t want my keys to fall out of a pocket.
 
Then I worked Wednesday Thursday and Friday without a problem. Yesterday and this morning I arrived at the front door at work at the same time as another coworker, and was let in. I didn’t have to hold my fob up to the door. Around 10 am this morning I had to go out to get something out of my car. Only then did I realize I didn’t have my key fob. I hadn’t taken my cell phone, so I had to use the visitor call button to get let in. Hopefully I can find the fob tonight.     
 
Dock’s dad is on another of his cross-country trips, and last night attended the Rockies/Padres game at Coors Field.
 
Have you been watching the NBA summer league? Nice to see John Collins play well for the Hawks.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Beach Trip

Vacation was good. Stayed out on the beach every day between 10:30 am and 6:45 pm. Some days I didn’t even go back up for lunch. In all we had about 49 people coming and going.
 
You’d think on vacation I’d be able to be able to spend lots of time on my pastimes, but the early walking, extended beach time, and eating out left little time. I even got less sleep than usual. After the walk I’d usually grab a quick nap. I was making a point to clean out my emails and unsubscribe from as many as possible, so hopefully going forward I’ll get less junk email. Kept up with my blog by posting pictures, as I didn’t have time to write or research. Some days I entered sweepstakes, but it took me until yesterday to really catch up with those, as well as the three customer survey panels. No time for eBay, which I really need to get back doing. Good thing I didn’t take my scrapbook calendar, cause I didn’t have time for that either. I did knock out a bunch of reading, and I always had time to eat.   
 
7th: C and M ate at Chickfila before leaving town. I had eaten at home. Stopped in Augusta at Starbucks.
 
8th: Ate lunch at peach orchard diner on the way to the beach. Papa John’s Pizza for dinner (long wait).
 
9th: Burger Fi, down on the corner of Main Street and Highway 17. W&MC left Augusta after the evening church service, and made it to NMB late.  
 
Sunday Ceil’s cousin Phil said he and big Larry had walked that morning, so for the next five days I walked with them: 2 miles, 2-1/2, three twice, and finally on Friday we walked all the way to the Cherry Grove Pier, a 4.6 mile round trip. The first leg was northeast into the sun, making the return trip into the breeze much cooler. Wednesday I wore my Peachtree Road Race out to the beach, and it seemed like Larry and Phil thought I’d been holding out on them. Over the past twenty years I have run or run/waked to the pier (it’s been awhile), but Phil and Larry didn’t know that.  
 
Larry didn’t go on Thursday morning so Phil and I left out earlier. The tide was still out so instead of walking on the sloping sand we were able to walk down nearer the water, where it was flatter. Occasionally we’d have to hop over a stream over water trickling back into the sea. On one hop I must’ve not picked up my leg quite high enough, and I stumbled when I landed. I knew I was going to fall, so instead of continuing to wobble and stumble I just went ahead and fell. I was laughing at myself even before I hit the sand. Phil was laughing at me as well, but never told on me until I told on myself.    
 
Since I was up earlier, after my walks I took to cooking a more elaborate breakfast than usual: frying eggs, cooking bacon, and assembling a bacon egg & cheese sandwich. Ceil was sleeping later, and when she came out she’d make a pot of grits. If I came in for lunch I’d assemble my turkey/bacon/cheese sandwich – on a hot frying pan, so it would toast like a grilled cheese sandwich.
 
10th: Low country boil. Being allergic, I passed on the shrimp but had the sausage, corn on the cob, and a few potatoes. Watched the Home Run Derby. Will had several of his cousins playing board games.
 
11th: After our walk I made a Kroger run. Will had cooked everyone breakfast Monday morning, so we were almost out of several items. But Tuesday was Chickfila’s Cow Appreciation Day, so W&MC went there for breakfast. Also C and our niece Katherine. W&MC were headed back to Augusta that day, and they vowed to stop at every Chickfila along the way - at least six or seven of them.
 
Dinner at Provisions in Holden Beach NC. Party of 13. Chicken sandwich with peppers, onions, and cheese. Ceil and her mom didn’t make the 68 mile round trip, eating instead at the cafeteria. Only saw the last two innings of the All-Star Game.
 
12th: Chinese take-out for supper. Matthew’s idea. I had sweet and sour chicken.
 
I hadn’t read out on the beach on Sunday, but on Monday I finally finished the last 50 pages of my John Feinstein book on Tom Glavine and Mike Mussina. Tuesday I read a short Steve Martin book – 130 pages. Wednesday I started John Grisham’s “The Rainmaker” and someone out on the beach noticed I was on my third book in as many days.
 
These guys from Greer SC were playing a new game on the beach. They lined off a large rectangle the three holes at the two corners nearest the water. Since the beach sloped that way, the balls you roll toward the holes would curve toward the holes. The trick was to roll the ball so it would curve into the hole. The wind made it harder. Fun to watch but hard to play. Some of our crowd took a turn, and suddenly everyone was an expert, calling out suggestions but not actually giving it a go.
 
13th: Bonefish, party of 16. I had the burger. Pretty good.
 
14th: Friday we packed up and left town around noon. I had eaten lots of leftovers. Stopped in Florence at Chickfila. I had a chocolate milkshake. Stopped in Augusta to visit W&MC. Made it home around 8 pm. M picked up Moes but I just had peanut butter crackers.
 
Before we left we had lined up one of Matthew’s friends to house-sit and take care of the pets. Then on Sunday she broke her ankle at the Roswell Mill. M enlisted his friend Noni to take over, and she did an admirable job. Late Friday when we were going to bed C was talking to M in his room when Barney got loose, and he saw M’s cat for the first time, and started barking. A close call.
 
15th: Housework and laundry. C went grocery shopping and cooked lasagna for supper. M worked.
 
16th: JFBC. Home Depot. Leftover lasagna. Braves. The movie “42.” Got caught up on some computer work. M worked. C messed with her artwork, and baked a cobbler filled with peaches and blueberries. Also watch the celebrity golf tourney at Lake Tahoe. Seth Curry had a charge and finished third. Smoltz and Romo struggled, as did Justin Timberlake. I heard Charles Barkley made one good shot.
 
17th: Tried to keep my exercise routine going before work. Leftover lasagna for lunch. Dance class tonight.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

July 2nd Trip Downtown

Early Sunday morning July 2nd I drove downtown
to pick up my Peachtree Road Race number at the World Congress Center.
Before I turned left into the parking lot I had a view of :
(L-R) the GWCC, the Georgia Dome, & the new Mercedes Benz Stadium.
In the Congress Center there was a display
with the names of all 60,000 runners.
Thought I might have a problem picking up Will's number.
I signed him up using his Augusta address
but his driver's license still says Marietta.
When I explained it to the girl on the left,
she brightened and asked "Is he in PA school?" She knew him!
I ran into someone I knew as well:
Phil the Bucket from the Braves' Home Depot Tool Race.
When I left the GWCC I headed south on Northside Drive.
The new stadium towered over the Georgia Dome.
Pardon the dirty windshield.
 On September 30th a 5K road race finishes in the new stadium.
I'm thinking about volunteering or running in it,
just to be able to look around inside.
Above: the northwest corner.
Below: view from Northside Drive looking north.
 Below: the southwest corner.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Anna at Camp (Part 2)

A couple more photos of Anna at Camp.
On July 5th she was able to ride over to Athens with Emily,
where they hung out at their new house.
Matthew changed the name of his cat from Hermes to Pluto.
The feline has finally come out of his shell.
During last Tuesday's MLB All-Star Game
catcher Yadier Molina did his best C3PO imitation.
  A rare memento from the 80's movie "The Slugger's Wife." 
 I can't get enough pictures of the Braves' early 60's unis,
with the huge names on the back. The Mets' Roger Craig on the hill.
You can buy the 2017 All-Star Game program on eBay for $15.00.
This 1972 program can be had for $35.00. 

Friday, July 14, 2017

Gil Brandt's Top Punters

Of Gil Brandt's top 14 punters in NFL history, half were in action last year. But he also managed to include punters from every decade all the way back to the 1930's. A decent list.

Based on the numbers, these days punters are booming the ball higher and longer than ever. Several wished Chiefs' legend Jerrell Wilson had made the list, but everyone couldn't make it.

14. 46.7 2012-2016 Marquette King Raiders 48.9 single season (above)
13. 41.2 1974-1987 Dave Jennings Giants Jets
12. 45.5 2004-2016 Donnie Jones Seattle Miami Rams Texans Eagles 
11. 47.0 2009-2016 Thomas Morstead Saints
10. 46.4 1946-1949 Glenn Dobbs Dodgers Dons

9. 46.3 2004-2014 Andy Lee 49ers Browns Panthers
8. 46.4 2009-2016 Pat McAfee Colts
7. 46.9 2012-2016 Johnny Hekker Rams 
6. 46.7 2012-2016 Bryan Anger Jaguars Buccaneers
5. 43.3 1983-1998 Reggie Roby Miami Redskins Bucs Oilers Titans 49ers
4. 42.4 1973-1986 Ray Guy Raiders: changed the position
3. 44.3 1952-1964 Yale Lary Lions
2. 47.5 2000-2016 Shane Lechler Raiders Texans 51.1 avg in 2009
1. 45.1 1937-1952 Sammy Baugh Redskins (below)
Not too long ago I posted a list of some of the longest punts in NFL history. Baugh was at the top of the list.

Speaking of punters, my nephew Zane's girlfriend Laura's step-brother is veteran NFL punter Ryan Quigley. Kind of a Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon thing. Quigley recently signed with the Vikings after spending time with the Bears, Jets, Eagles, Jaguars, and Cardinals.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

2017 Beach Crowd

Joan
Lennie & Corrine
Me & Ceil
Will & MC
Matthew
Rusty & Kelly
Ben & Elyse
Katherine
Jordan
Daddy D
Momma D
Buddy the Dog
Jordan's two friends
Phil & Teresa (top right)
Zane & Laura (above)
Beau
Victoria
Chuck & Jackie (top middle)
Battle
Whitney
Dic & Debbie
Larry & Susan (above)
Slade, Hart, & Trace (below)
Ren
Larry's father & mother
Larry's sister
Larry's nephew
Mitch
Coach Danny Smith and his wife
Stephanie, Guy, Gracie, & Georgia

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Dinner at Provisions

Tuesday the night several of us made the drive up to Holden Beach to eat at Provisions.
I've taken the above photo several times.
Not sure if you can read the small sign behind Beau.
After downing two shrimp burgers, Zaner checks his phone.
Three cars made the trip: Vic drove Zane's Chevy pickup, toting her family and Laura. Rusty drove Ben, Elyse, Katherine, and Jordan, and I drove Matthew. Kelly, Ceil, and Joan missed the trip. 

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Rainy Days in Georgia

Back at camp after her break, Anna plays in the rain.

With the injuries to Freddie and Garcia, Swanson’s slow start, Johnson’s blown saves, and Bartolo’s failure to launch, the Braves have exceeded expectations. People are still saying Dansby should be sent down.

Doubt I’ll make it to a Pelicans game. Won’t get back in time for the Kemp game on Friday. M is with us, and W&MC arrived last night for a couple of days. Just had almost 30 from Ceil’s family down on the beach.

I’m liking having David Ross on ESPN broadcasts. Finally finished John Feinstein’s book “On the Black” about Glavine and Mussina.

M’s band has songs on Spotify, and radio stations in London and Washington have played their music.

Rob: I think the Braves played well to be this close to 500 for the first half.  I would like to see Phillips moved, so we can see Albies at 2B (though as soon as he struggles, "fans" will demand his demotion to the minors) and either Teheran or Garcia traded so we can see Lucas Sims get some starts.  I think they will move Markakis in the offseason to open a spot for Acuna.

Me: We've been watching a lot of golf since Saturday, so we saw Davis Love contend at Greenbriar.

The only thing about Swanson is that people forget that he's just a rookie who only played two years in the minors.

The Yankees are tearing up the home run derby.

Thursday night I ate at Ippolito's with five coworkers. Had the lasagna. Got home at 8:30 and cut the grass.
Friday morning I packed before work. Left work at three and drove home to pack the car, but we didn't leave home til 5:30. Stopped by Whole Foods, Chickfila, and the gas station before hitting the road. Battled a little rain, but was rewarded with a vivid rainbow. Made it to Jefferson after 11 pm.

Didn't leave for the beach until almost noon. Had lunch at the peach orchard on the way. We always get Papa John's Pizza the first night, just like everyone else on the Grand Strand. Took over an hour.

Good day on the beach most of Sunday. Ceil would've cooked supper in the condo but her mom hadn't eaten much, so we went out. She'd first suggested the cafeteria but I said why not her favorite seafood restaurant, but it was closed on Sunday. She wanted a burger so we tried out Burger Fi. We beat a rush and got our food quick. Everything was good but the onion rings were too big.

Have gotten caught up on email so the rest of the week I can unsubscribe. Already finished the John Feinstein book I had started last year. The girl keeping our dog and cat broke her ankle yesterday, so we had to bring in a substitute.

Early Monday morning I walked with Phil, Larry, and Dic. Had Wimbledon on TV until I went down to the beach. Rain chased us inside for awhile. For dinner we had Frogmore Stew / Low Country Boil.

Last Wednesday I worked until six. Trying to get everything done before vacation. Forgot to make some stops on the way home, then Anna and I went out to Publix and the bank. C cooked Mexican chicken tacos. I was still worn out from the race but I helped clean up. Watched the Braves and Last Man Standing. M was in Douglasville and got back late.

Thursday: stopped by CFA on the way to work for a free biscuit. Had meetings from 10 am until 2 pm. Panera Bread sandwich for lunch. Work dinner at Ippolito's. Had to pack and cut the grass.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Gil Brandt's Top Kickers

Gil Brandt's top kickers of all-time. The former Cowboys' personnel guru does well to include former greats Groza. Blanda, Bakken, and Chandler to the list, but the simple truth is they're far below the current standard: making more than 80% of their field goals.

rank.FG% & total.years.FG/YR
18. 67.1 210 66-81 16 13.1 Garo Yepremian
17. 68.0 157 71-82 12 13.1 Toni Fritsch
16. 75.5 352 80-00 21 16.8 Eddie Murray
15. 58.4 091 56-67 12 07.6 Don Chandler
14. 80.7 436 93-09 17 25.6 Jason Elam
13. 65.6 300 70-86 17 17.6 Mark Moseley
12. 82.4 478 88-10 23 20.8 John Carney
11. 83.7 471 91-09 19 24.8 Matt Stover
10. 63.1 282 62-78 17 16.6 Jim Bakken
09. 52.4 335 49-75 27 12.4 George Blanda
08. 54.9 264 46-67 22 12.0 Lou Groza
07. 87.1 303 06-16 11 27.5 Stephen Gostkowski
06. 66.8 373 67-85 18 20.7 Jan Stenerud
05. 80.1 538 82-04 23 23.4 Gary Anderson
04. 82.4 495 92-12 21 23.6 Jason Hanson
03. 79.7 565 82-07 26 21.7 Morten Andersen
02. 84.3 530 96-16 21 25.2 Adam Vinatieri
01. 89.8 168 12-16 05 33.6 Justin Tucker  above) has never missed an extra point and has made just under 90% of his field goal attempts - while making more field goals per year then any kicker in history. A well-deserved number one pick.

NR: 85.6 334 02-16 15 22.3 Matt Bryant was left out. Has made a higher percentage of field goals than all but two kickers on this list, while being one of the best long-range kickers in history.

 http://www.nfl.com/photoessays/0ap3000000816169

Sunday, July 09, 2017

Signs You're a Narcissist

Health.com's ten signs you might be a narcissist. I feared that by merely clicking on this story might mean I'm a narcissist, but I did all the same. Kinda off topic for me, but interesting nonetheless.

According to the article, if you share more than a few of these traits you should consider seeking professional help. While I don't know many who fit many of these criteria, I do know a few. 

You like to be the center of attention. Narcissists dominate conversations. They're compelled to talk about themselves and tend to exaggerate - shoring up a fear that they're not good enough. Most of the pictures they post on social media is of themselves.

You have a habit of giving unsolicited advice. In doing so you're showing off your knowledge and insight. By acting more sophisticated than everyone else you bolster your inflated sense of self.

You hate waiting in lines. And hate when people don't call you right back. On some levels you feel you deserve special treatment. They want their needs met now. they live their lives with a sense of entitlement, and expect the world to revolve around them.

Your ambition knows no bounds. It's one thing to shoot for the stars, and work your butt of to get there. It's another thing to believe you are destined for greatness. Narcissists believe they are special, part of an elite class that deserves only the best. They prefer to associate with other high status people and may obsess over status symbols - and even belittle those they don't perceive to be part of the same exclusive club.

You know how to turn on the charm. You have a knack for making others feel important. Your relationships move quickly, but the admiration you shower on those selected are part of an unspoken deal: they are expected to make you feel just as attractive and intelligent. The moment they question or criticize, the gig is up. and they're sent from the pedestal to the trash heap.

You are the competitive type. In the narcissist's worldview there are winners and losers. The narcissist needs to win in every domain. They have to make themselves out to be superior to others, in their relentless quest to prove their dominance. This compulsive drive to come out on top makes it difficult to celebrate other people's successes, because in that moment someone else is the winner.

You're famous for holding grudges. To others you may seem highly confident - the kind of person who doesn't care what others think. This couldn't be further from the truth. They care deeply about maintaining their idealized image of themselves, and have trouble tolerating any disapproval or insult. This makes them angry and they seek some sort of revenge.

It's never your fault. Narcissists refuse to be held accountable for their mistakes and instead shift the blame to others. Even in close personal relationships, narcissists believe there is a winner and a loser, and do what it takes to win.

You take advantage of people. You view situations in terms of what they mean to you, and you only. The reason? A lack of empathy - the inability to tune into the emotional world of others is a cornerstone of narcissism, and what makes it so dangerous. Narcissists expect others to revolve around their needs, but refuse to do the same for anyone else. That means you get what you want. You aren't afraid to manipulate or bully anyone in your way. Because in the end, it's all about you.

You have an addiction. Think about how people act when they are high: they are bulletproof, untouchable, on top of the world. In its essence, it's the same sense of grandiosity that a narcissist craves. Your high might come from shopping, exhibiting power, alcohol, control - it doesn't matter. The addicted narcissist keeps returning to the drug again and again to get that incredible top of the word feeling. When the drug wears off they are often filled with shame. And when the shame becomes unbearable the addict returns to the drug.

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