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September 16, 8:00 pm

Hi gang, and thanks for closing up your Monday at The Cipher.

We put up blogs early and often at Defector today. Check out Alex's very special poetry about The Power Broker becoming an e-book, or Ray on Pablo Sandoval pitching in independent ball, or Jaguars Junction, or the crossword, or what's below!

-Lauren
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Kickin' It With Ray Ratto
Small sample sizes are often fun because they allow us to make sweeping generalizations about the grandest nonsense while being able to say two weeks from now that we were, all together now, "dealing with a small sample size."

But in the National Football League, where every week is inflated to a potential national crisis, everything is a small sample size. Thus, we are giving you a heads-up now, while you're still just settling in: The Anti-Kickers Brigade is rising again, and they're going to be more obnoxiously dissatisfied than ever before. The reason? Kicking's never been better, and it's never been more beloved by coaches.

Better still, long field goals—you know, 50 yards and beyond—are the highest form of game-enhancing strategy for the increasing number of coaches who kind of hate their quarterbacks. There is a growing fraternity of sweatshirts and whistles who have already flirted with 66-yard-plus attempts on three occasions before weenieing out at the last moment. But that barrier is destined to fall too as the game becomes incrementally more foot-based and coaches decide they'd rather stay employed than pretend some 32-year-old free agent will save them from the drive of shame.

Through two weeks minus Falcons-Eagles, kickers are converting their field goals at nearly 92 percent, an all-time record for accuracy. They're also kicking more per game on average than ever before and kicking from longer distances than at any time in history—including 35 of 39 so far from 50 yards and beyond. Don't pretend to be shocked; the most 50-yarders ever attempted, let alone made, was last year, breaking the old record of the year before that.

In short, coaches love kickers as never before, and if Peyton Manning were playing today (a) our viewing habits would be less annoyingly cluttered, and (b) he wouldn't be calling his kicker an idiot, as he did here 22 years ago. He'd be a damned sight more respectful, because he'd need that kicker to bail his ass out of a late-game jackpot.

This news will cause the football recidivists in the audience to demand rule changes that start with banning kicking entirely and end with sending all kickers to a farm to spend the rest of their days picking turnips with their feet. But if they want to get rid of kickers, they could do it the way the NFL likes best—with technology. Specifically, with revolving goal posts that spin just slowly enough to make a kick possible but just fast enough to make it significantly more difficult than it is now. Sure, that makes life less fun for Harrison Butker, but that's a price half the population is more than willing to pay.

Here, we like the physical safety of a field goal just as is it. Moreover, watching traditionalists turn all purply and sclerotic because they don't like something trivial is the best football entertainment of all.

-Ray Ratto

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Lauren At The '90s Multiplex: Basic Instinct
Lauren has been rating her '90s-film blind spots in The Cipher.

I stayed away from this movie for a while because I knew the gays didn't like it when it first came out. But oh my god, if this was in theaters today? I don't know a single gay girl who wouldn't buy multiple tickets to see ice-cold bisexual Sharon Stone play mind games with the cops (and the audience) while looking like a creature that fell down from Asgard. The fancam production alone would shut down the New York City power grid in its first weekend of release.

It took about five minutes of Basic Instinct for me to remember the routine I have with Paul Verhoeven: I go in expecting dumb trash, then I witness thoughtful, high-quality filmmaking with a dumb-trash coat of paint. This is not just a movie about how Sharon Stone looks under her clothes. It's got old noir DNA as Michael Douglas teeters between seasoned detective and unhinged mark. It's got character actors out the wazoo—I had no idea Wayne Knight was on the other end of its most famous scene. And it's got Fucking with a capital F like I haven't seen in a movie since who knows when. Perhaps all the twists started to wear on me a bit once I neared the two-hour mark, but over 30 years later, Basic Instinct feels strikingly original even though its impulses never left the gutter. 4.5 out of 5 VHS tapes. But keep your fingers off the pause button, you jackals!

-Lauren

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