Our legions of fans and followers can relax and the rumors of our demise can be put to bed: the Bloggerhead Kingbirds are going to compete in the Superbowl of Birding VII. Though internal dissension almost destroyed our team before we could get it off the ground this year (Who knew that the color and style of our team uniform could cause such problems?) and other teams’ lucrative offers have robbed us of two stalwarts from last year (at least, that’s the rumor I’m spreading), nothing could keep us from the freezing cold and wind and snow and sleet and ice and why the heck am I putting myself through this again? For you, dear readers, of course, it is for you that I and the rest of the Bloggerhead Kingbirds will freeze our heinies off for twelve hours in the middle of a New England winter, so you might enjoy the splendor of rare winter birds vicariously over the internet without leaving the comfort and warmth of your own home. You can thank us later. In the meantime please just send warm clothing and several of those big dogs with casks of coffee, cocoa, and booze hung around their necks.
Last year, the first year that the Bloggerhead Kingbirds, brainchild of a demented New Englander, competed in the Superbowl of Birding we had a respectable showing for a first attempt, finishing sixth in points and fourth in species. This year, we at least want to improve on that showing, and, ideally, we want to win and win big. It’s possible, though there is some serious competition out there.
So who are the 2010 Bloggerhead Kingbirds? Like last year we will have a team of crack(ed?) bird bloggers. Unlike last year we will have a team of six, mostly because we think that the more the merrier. Returning from last year’s team are Christopher (The Demented New Englander), Nate (The Southern Belle), and me. New to the team are Andrew (The Dude Birder, Er, The Birding Dude), John (The Geographically Confused), and Mike (Invited Only Because There Are No Flowers To Distract Him In Winter). Gone but forgotten are Patrick (I’d Rather Be In Puerto Rico) and Quintus (Sorry, But The Five Species Of Owl Last Year Wasn’t Good Enough For Me). Massachusetts and New Hampshire might never be the same again!
Wait, I’ve gone and forgotten to explain what the Superbowl of Birding is? Well, it’s like football (American football for you folks for whom football means soccer) in that the scoring is convoluted and confusing to neophytes and it’s like birding in that a bunch of birders are trying to see birds. Just mash the two together in cold winter weather in a forsaken corner of the country for twelve hours and, well, you have the Superbowl of Birding. Sounds great, doesn’t it?
Be ready to cheer on the Bloggerhead Kingbirds on January 30, 2010, when we make history or die trying*. And keep an ear out on January 29, 2010 when we initiate our new team members by making them jump into the Atlantic Ocean and come back with a Dovekie in their teeth (though we will also accept a Razorbill).
*I, personally, will not die trying but I am willing to sacrifice one or two of my teammates…
Southern Belle, Corey?
Ah do declay-er, sir. Ah do declay-er indeed.
@Nate: Did that say southern belle? Odd, must have been a typo: it was supposed to say “dynamo of southern birding.” Not sure how that happened…
Hey, I know where I am.
@John: Do you John, really? Because last I checked DC was not in NJ. 🙂
@Everyone: If I don’t return from the Superbowl of Birding alive make my teammates the prime suspects!
Some hints for those who are not native to New England:
1. No matter how many championships the Patriots and Celtics have won, New England first love is the Red Sox.
2. There is nothing good to say about the City of New York. Nothing, don’t even bother talking about it.
3. Cape Cod was artifically created by Mass Audubon to prevent rare birds from making it down the coast to Long Island.
4. Do not mention that David Ortiz hit lower than his weight last season. Offer to treat your teamates at one his restaurants if you win the competition.
5. You must know the lyrics to at least 3 Dropkick Murphy’s Songs.
6. Casually remark how Dwight Evans belongs in the Hall of Fame.
7. The Patriots did not lose to the Ravens, they are simply resting up over 30 consecutive bye weeks until their next game.
8. No one discusses the Bruins.
9. The Big Dig is an engineering marvel, no matter what it looks like.
10. If you happen to find Charlie of the MTA, please let his wife know.
LOL @ Will especially #3.
I saw a report of a Sage Thrasher at Salisbury Beach and a possible Ivory Gull in NH. Maybe they’ll stick for you guys.
ROFL @ “Five Species Of Owl Last Year Wasn’t Good Enough For Me” – that Hawk Owl was INCREDIBLE! I hope you guys track down another one this year. Have fun and remember, I’ll be back!
I’m glad to see you got a NJ substitute for Patrick. Can we expect Twitter updates all weekend?
@Donna: Considering the number of twits on this team (myself included) I would be amazed if there weren’t. 🙂
@Corey – you seriously underestimate my ability to be distracted by . . . hey, did someone say “Dropkick Murphys”? Sweet.
@Mass Birding Community – if possible, please substitute a Ross’s Gull for the possible Ivory Gull. Thank you!
@Will and noflickster: You both made me laugh.
@Patrick and Owlman: We might invite you back…let’s see how we do this year! 🙂
@Corey:
Re: “If I don’t return from the Superbowl of Birding alive make my teammates the prime suspects!”
Good thing all the green, mucky and muddy Jamaica-Bay-like places in New England will be frozen solid during the superbowl, ey? At least someone will find your remains and they will be able to confirm your identitiy through DNA analysis.
If there’s an Ivory Gull during the superbowl, I’ll refuse to read the blog post.
Honestly.
Same goes for a Ross’s Gull.
However, if Corey does perish during the superbowl, his corpse may make an atractive snack for an Ivory or Ross’s Gull… It would be the ultimate sacrafice for his teammates.
Yes, the Superbowl will be Twittered. I’ll post occasional updates from @dendroica. However, I’m not a speedy texter, so I’m not sure how frequent updates will be from me.
As for locations, my blog is only slightly more disoriented than two football teams that play in a state-funded stadium.
@Will: that sounds like a reasonable plan and justifyable sacrifice, but I#d like to see Corey alive until I’ll join the Bloggerhead Kingbirds on a future Superbowl in a couple’ years. And of course, he’ll have to lure in BOTH Ross’s and Ivory, right?
😉
@John: oh, that’ll be a problem. Surely the bird species will come in quicker than you can text about them, and then you’ll be distracted and lose a few species.
Hands down – I like your summary/explanation of the competition and the guys we suckered… uh… convinced to be teammates much better than mine. (And I still can’t believe that N8 is buying that last year’s weather was a fluke and he’s coming back!)
@Will you are spot on, man! And #3 is priceless! I understand that the proceeds from the competition will go towards creating a chain of small islands between northern Europe and Chatham in order to help facilitate more vagrants. (That way we don’t have to import them like that Red-footed Flacon a efw years back)
@Jochen and @Will – we’ll get you each on the team one of these years
I hope to be utilizing Twitter a bit myself, though my own “texting” speed is something akin to the ability of waste gaining altitude on the December solstice.
You all might know Corey a little better than I, but for some reason I just don’t see him making the ultimate sacrifice for his teammates – heck, I honestly think he would run over one or more of us just to see a lousy Thayer’s Gull.
@Corey should you decidedly perish, cease to be, stop all metabolic processes, convert to to an ex-Finger etc, you can be quite sure that we will give you a proper and heartfelt farewell before using you to chum for pretty little gulls.
….and that ladies and gentlemen is why Christopher is ‘our’ fearless leader!