Thursday, April 16, 2009
Somewhere, Paul McCartney is Deeply Satisfied and He Doesn't Know Why...
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/14/us/14spector.html?hp
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Talkin' 'Bout Druuugs
--The only way I could have possibly enjoyed the Michael Phelps bong hit picture any more is if Tim Tebow could have been the culprit.
--I'm not bugged with steroids in baseball in the manner that many of those holier-than-thou, baseball is my religion purists, but I cannot properly express how much I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the breaking news of Alex Rodriguez and steroids.
--Another word on the steroid issue: considering that 'roids not only pump you up, but also allow you to heal faster, whose legacy benefits more from the ever-increasing list of users than Ken Griffey Jr.? He avoided temptation during countless injuries and cleanly continues to inch his way up the all-time home run list.
--I'm not bugged with steroids in baseball in the manner that many of those holier-than-thou, baseball is my religion purists, but I cannot properly express how much I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the breaking news of Alex Rodriguez and steroids.
--Another word on the steroid issue: considering that 'roids not only pump you up, but also allow you to heal faster, whose legacy benefits more from the ever-increasing list of users than Ken Griffey Jr.? He avoided temptation during countless injuries and cleanly continues to inch his way up the all-time home run list.
Monday, December 29, 2008
A Few Suggestions For Mr. Jones...
1) It's time to fire Humpty-Dumpty. I feel bad for this, because Coach Phillips seems like such a good guy. But I picture him bouncing a grandson on his knee around a fireplace, not coaching a team towards a Super Bowl. So take drop his overly lax fat ass immediately.
2) Don't hand the keys over to Jason Garrett just yet (check that--ever). Isn't the guy supposed to be an offensive genius? I don't care how poorly a team plays on the field, when you are the coach-in-waiting due to your supposed offensive knowledge, and your team gets kept out of the endzone en route to a 44-6 loss in the biggest game of your season, nay, your career thus far, your performance needs reevaluation. Here's an idea, why don't you take your playbook back to Harvard, put a good bulk of the plays back in the hopper, and shove the few that seem successful up your ass, you gingerkid freak.
3) Things are hunky-dory now, even after the blowout, but if Terrell Owens begins to fume at all during the offseason, cut his ass. Roy Williams can be your playmaker if it means keeping the peace (although at this point, that's not looking promising or even feasible).
4) Find a no-nonsense, hardass coach to discipline this sorry excuse for a team. I hate the son of a bitch, but the best candidate out there is Bill Cowher. He may be a piece of shit, but I don't care if he routinely masturbates on playgrounds as long as he can get the most out of these underachievers (looking at how these personalities blew up this team, it makes the 1990s Cowboys and Jimmy Johnson all that more impressive considering they had even bigger egos--and they also liked to mix in coke and whores).
2) Don't hand the keys over to Jason Garrett just yet (check that--ever). Isn't the guy supposed to be an offensive genius? I don't care how poorly a team plays on the field, when you are the coach-in-waiting due to your supposed offensive knowledge, and your team gets kept out of the endzone en route to a 44-6 loss in the biggest game of your season, nay, your career thus far, your performance needs reevaluation. Here's an idea, why don't you take your playbook back to Harvard, put a good bulk of the plays back in the hopper, and shove the few that seem successful up your ass, you gingerkid freak.
3) Things are hunky-dory now, even after the blowout, but if Terrell Owens begins to fume at all during the offseason, cut his ass. Roy Williams can be your playmaker if it means keeping the peace (although at this point, that's not looking promising or even feasible).
4) Find a no-nonsense, hardass coach to discipline this sorry excuse for a team. I hate the son of a bitch, but the best candidate out there is Bill Cowher. He may be a piece of shit, but I don't care if he routinely masturbates on playgrounds as long as he can get the most out of these underachievers (looking at how these personalities blew up this team, it makes the 1990s Cowboys and Jimmy Johnson all that more impressive considering they had even bigger egos--and they also liked to mix in coke and whores).
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Your 2008 NFL MVP is...
Peyton Manning deserves the 2008 MVP award.
Nay, Peyton Manning is the 2008 MVP.
Go ahead, pick your jaw up off the floor, I'll wait.
...
When you look at what the Indianapolis Colts have done this season, it's hard to argue against Manning. After a tough loss in Week 8 against the Tennessee Titans, the Colts dropped to 3-4. And it was an inflated 3-4. They probably should not have defeated the Vikings and they definitely should have lost to the Houston Texans. In all honesty, the team should have been 1-6.
And it would have been an understandable 1-6. Manning entered the season on a tender, twice surgically-repaired knee that kept him sidelined during training camp and the preseason. With an offense that depends on timing and precision, the Colts slumped out of the gates. It presented one of the few situations where it seemed all right for a demoralized team to simply give up.
But the team kept saying all the right things.
"I can't really give you one, simple answer...we just need to play better," said Manning. following a 34-14 thrashing at the hands of the Green Bay Packers.
"If we play well and get ourselves on a streak and get going, we can be a playoff team," said Tony Dungy, following the deflating loss to the Titans.
At the time, it looked like a proud team hoping to use tough talk in order to will some wins. But then the Colts kept winning. And winning.
They notched their first win of the streak against the only team in the league with less to feel good about in 2008 than the Colts, long-time rivals, the New England Patriots. They followed this win with victories over Pittsburgh, Houston, San Diego, Cleveland, and Cincinnati. Starting with the New England game, the Colts margins of victory were: three points, four points, six points, three points, four points, and 32 points.
Throw out that snoozer against the worthless Bengals, and you have five straight victories by a total of only 17 points. In other words, the Colts are the luckiest team in the league. As hard as it may seem to believe, that's not meant to be a putdown. If Jabar Gafney catches a wide open Hail Mary, the Colts don't beat the Patriots, if Ben Roethlisberger doesn't turn into an interception machine, they don't beat the Steelers, if they don't convert on a game-deciding fourth down, they don't beat the Chargers, and if Cleveland can hold onto the damn football, they don't beat the Browns. I'll say it again, they are the luckiest team in football.
But, aside from their defense as of late, the common denominator in these wins is Manning. He has done just enough to eke out these wins. Lucky or not, the man who began the season on a bum knee has willed his team to a 9-4 record and has them knocking on the door of a wild card berth. And doesn't the saying go 'I'd rather be lucky than good?'
A down year in the MVP race also helps Manning's case. Who deserves it more than he does? Kurt Warner? Maybe, but the egg his team laid against the Giants hurt his chances big time. And with another award putting Warner's tally at three, voters may be wary that a vote for him as MVP equals a vote for his hall of fame candidacy--not exactly something they would feel comfortable with.
Aside from Warner, who, maybe Drew Brees? He deserves consideration if he breaks Dan Marino's single-season passing record, but unless New Orleans makes a playoff run, his prospects look bleak. Had the Cowboys not given an early Christmas gift to the Steelers, I probably would have made the case for Tony Romo (on the condition that Dallas runs the table) or Demarcus Ware (actually, he's still deserving, but I'm a realist, defensive players never have a chance).
In essence, Manning wins by default. That may seem like my backhanded way of giving him kudos, but it's the truth. Nevertheless, Manning's will has taken the Colts from pitiful to the team that no one wants to face in the playoffs. In a down year for the leauge, that alone makes Peyton Manning my 2008 NFL MVP.
I will now find an oven to stick my head in.
Nay, Peyton Manning is the 2008 MVP.
Go ahead, pick your jaw up off the floor, I'll wait.
...
When you look at what the Indianapolis Colts have done this season, it's hard to argue against Manning. After a tough loss in Week 8 against the Tennessee Titans, the Colts dropped to 3-4. And it was an inflated 3-4. They probably should not have defeated the Vikings and they definitely should have lost to the Houston Texans. In all honesty, the team should have been 1-6.
And it would have been an understandable 1-6. Manning entered the season on a tender, twice surgically-repaired knee that kept him sidelined during training camp and the preseason. With an offense that depends on timing and precision, the Colts slumped out of the gates. It presented one of the few situations where it seemed all right for a demoralized team to simply give up.
But the team kept saying all the right things.
"I can't really give you one, simple answer...we just need to play better," said Manning. following a 34-14 thrashing at the hands of the Green Bay Packers.
"If we play well and get ourselves on a streak and get going, we can be a playoff team," said Tony Dungy, following the deflating loss to the Titans.
At the time, it looked like a proud team hoping to use tough talk in order to will some wins. But then the Colts kept winning. And winning.
They notched their first win of the streak against the only team in the league with less to feel good about in 2008 than the Colts, long-time rivals, the New England Patriots. They followed this win with victories over Pittsburgh, Houston, San Diego, Cleveland, and Cincinnati. Starting with the New England game, the Colts margins of victory were: three points, four points, six points, three points, four points, and 32 points.
Throw out that snoozer against the worthless Bengals, and you have five straight victories by a total of only 17 points. In other words, the Colts are the luckiest team in the league. As hard as it may seem to believe, that's not meant to be a putdown. If Jabar Gafney catches a wide open Hail Mary, the Colts don't beat the Patriots, if Ben Roethlisberger doesn't turn into an interception machine, they don't beat the Steelers, if they don't convert on a game-deciding fourth down, they don't beat the Chargers, and if Cleveland can hold onto the damn football, they don't beat the Browns. I'll say it again, they are the luckiest team in football.
But, aside from their defense as of late, the common denominator in these wins is Manning. He has done just enough to eke out these wins. Lucky or not, the man who began the season on a bum knee has willed his team to a 9-4 record and has them knocking on the door of a wild card berth. And doesn't the saying go 'I'd rather be lucky than good?'
A down year in the MVP race also helps Manning's case. Who deserves it more than he does? Kurt Warner? Maybe, but the egg his team laid against the Giants hurt his chances big time. And with another award putting Warner's tally at three, voters may be wary that a vote for him as MVP equals a vote for his hall of fame candidacy--not exactly something they would feel comfortable with.
Aside from Warner, who, maybe Drew Brees? He deserves consideration if he breaks Dan Marino's single-season passing record, but unless New Orleans makes a playoff run, his prospects look bleak. Had the Cowboys not given an early Christmas gift to the Steelers, I probably would have made the case for Tony Romo (on the condition that Dallas runs the table) or Demarcus Ware (actually, he's still deserving, but I'm a realist, defensive players never have a chance).
In essence, Manning wins by default. That may seem like my backhanded way of giving him kudos, but it's the truth. Nevertheless, Manning's will has taken the Colts from pitiful to the team that no one wants to face in the playoffs. In a down year for the leauge, that alone makes Peyton Manning my 2008 NFL MVP.
I will now find an oven to stick my head in.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
More Thoughts
--I sincerely hope that TNT was simply testing out those hideous graphics from last night's preseason game between the Suns and Nuggets. Just keep the score box the way it was, guys.
--What's up with the trend of NFL players making plays and then pointing to the back of their jersey. I'm of the opinion that 'ra-ra' shows of team spirit are overrated, and even I think that this is bad. Even Josh Brown, the Rams kicker got in on the action after kicking his game winner.
--What's up with the trend of NFL players making plays and then pointing to the back of their jersey. I'm of the opinion that 'ra-ra' shows of team spirit are overrated, and even I think that this is bad. Even Josh Brown, the Rams kicker got in on the action after kicking his game winner.
Monday, October 6, 2008
A Smattering of Thoughts
Quick Thoughts
--OJ Simpson may be a bag of fecal matter, but you cannot convince me that he had a fair trial for his latest transgressions. Should he have a successful appeal, would that make his acquittal for murder the ultimate double jeopardy?
--The Dallas Cowboys are the most discordant, disrespected 4-1 team I think I have ever seen.
--Normally I would be pissed at the Indianapolis Colts receiving the biggest gift of any team in NFL history against the Houston Texans on Sunday, but then I remember this: They are 2-2 with two fluke wins and they are about to hit the rough part of their schedule. Sorry Colts fans, but your team's toast, at least in 2008.
--On a related note, f*** you Sage Rosenfels.
--The SNL sketch "Mark Wahlberg Talks to Animals" might have been the funniest non-political thing I have seen on the show in five years--and that says more about the sketch, not the show.
--The mere fact that Peter King not only likes the show Family Guy, but puts Brian the dog in his top four television characters of all-time makes me question his intellect outside of football.
--OJ Simpson may be a bag of fecal matter, but you cannot convince me that he had a fair trial for his latest transgressions. Should he have a successful appeal, would that make his acquittal for murder the ultimate double jeopardy?
--The Dallas Cowboys are the most discordant, disrespected 4-1 team I think I have ever seen.
--Normally I would be pissed at the Indianapolis Colts receiving the biggest gift of any team in NFL history against the Houston Texans on Sunday, but then I remember this: They are 2-2 with two fluke wins and they are about to hit the rough part of their schedule. Sorry Colts fans, but your team's toast, at least in 2008.
--On a related note, f*** you Sage Rosenfels.
--The SNL sketch "Mark Wahlberg Talks to Animals" might have been the funniest non-political thing I have seen on the show in five years--and that says more about the sketch, not the show.
--The mere fact that Peter King not only likes the show Family Guy, but puts Brian the dog in his top four television characters of all-time makes me question his intellect outside of football.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Various Thoughts
I'm sitting at a public computer, but I thought I'd take the time to pass on to you a few pearls of wisdom (not that I should be spending time on this, but I'm doing it for you). I have had my memory jogged on a few issues that pertain to national events and want to warn you in advance that many of these items will be well past their expiration date. Enjoy.
--Let me paint a scene for you, shall I? I'm sitting in a mini computer lab with half a dozen fellow students, things are serene, and everyone is focusing on their work in a peaceful, quiet environment.
But hark! Is that the faint sound of a vibrating cell phone? It is!
"YO MAN, WHADDUP? NAH, I'M JUST CHILLING OUT! YO, LAST WEEKEND WAS RIDICULOUS! I KNOW! YEAH, DEFINITELY! THREE TIMES? YOU BASTARD! NAH, I'M JUST PLAYING! BUT FOR REAL, YO, HIT ME UP AGAIN THIS WEEKEND, ALRIGHT? YEAH, YOU TOO! PEACE!"
It never ceases to amaze me the level of inconsiderateness that permeates through society. Whenever I hear one of these poster-children for birth control speak, there are only two things I want to do:
1) Yank the cell phone out of their hand and destroy it.
and
2) Get in their face and ask "Did you notice how quiet it was before you answered your dumbass friend's phone call? Earth to dumbshit!"
--Speaking of public venues, I want to talk about another of my pet peeves, the university auditorium classroom setting. It's no big secret that I like my space. When I can, I like to arrive early to class to scope out the best seating arrangement. My goal is to pick a spot where I have at least one empty chair next to me, with preferably both slots open (I'm talking about classes that are not even close to filling up the entire seating arrangement). Now why is it that invariably, I not only get screwed by having two people decide at the last minute that the seats next to me are prime locations, but these people either smell, cough a lot, breath heavily, or seem to have some sort of sickness. And why is it that they feel the need to sprawl out and invade my personal space. I'd consider forgoing a few showers to create a putrid ambience, but I have a funny feeling that even this would fail to faze these inconsiderate people. I know I sound like an selfish ass, but most of the time, there are other, wide open seats. And I'm a bit of a germophobe, so an hour and a half next to Coughy or Sneezy means ninety minutes of me living on the edge.
Oh, and what I just said goes double for movie theater seating.
--A quick tangent about the very dated John Edwards sex scandal; how did we NOT see this coming? He's a smooth-talking former trial lawyer. He looks very young for his age (I'm gay!? He's in his 50s!). His wife seems sweet, but is not much of a looker. And did I mention he is fucking adorable!? Hell, I didn't know whether to consider giving him my vote or setting forth a motion that would allow me to comb his hair. I say this in jest, as I assure you I am not gay (plus I'd avoid whoring myself out to John Edwards to remain pure for Tom Brady), but it's not secret that Edwards was/is popular with the ladies. He became a rock star, which didn't bode well for his fidelity.
--Some thoughts on the 2008 Ryder Cup:
You should never say that you are ashamed to be an American, but damn it if I didn't come close to uttering these words this past Sunday. For those of you who didn't see it, the actions and behavior of the American fans and many of the United States players was an absolute disgrace! I despise Sergio Garcia with every atom of my being, but after a few holes of that cocksucking diva, Anthony Kim (Garcia's playing partner), and listening to the U.S. fans cheering two consecutive shots in the water from Garcia, I secretly began rooting for him. Well, I won't go that far, but I was heading in that direction (psst, don't tell my Dad that). Think I'm overreacting? Here are a couple of more specific examples of poor fan behavior:
1) My father attended the practice round on Tuesday and followed Sergio Garcia around* virtually the entire day. When the Spaniard stuck his approach shot on a Par 4 within five feet, a spectator (who I'm guessing was some hayseed sporting at least one item of Confederate regalia) shouted "nice par, Sergio!" I'd like to stress the douchebaggery of such a comment while reiterating that contrary to what this defense leads you to believe, I still think that Sergio is a whiny piece of shit who can't win the big one (think Peyton Manning circa 2004). It's one thing to shout barbs like this at football or basketball games, but this is golf. There's a certain etiquette we are dealing with here, which is lost on those good ol' boys from Kentucky.
2) A friend met and conversed with an Irish couple who attended the Ryder Cup. With much prodding from my pal, the couple, who for their part were trying to avoid making disparaging comments about their host country, admitted that the fan behavior at Valhalla was deplorable, isolated to the United States, and made them feel legitimately unsafe at various junctures throughout the day. And we wonder why the rest of the world has the "Ugly American" stereotype entrenched in their minds.
Still think I'm being too harsh? Let's forget for a moment that the American fans were out of control this past weekend. Instead, let's focus on the American players. While I was happy for a few of them (Kenny Perry, most notably), many made me cringe just by glancing. The biggest culprits were Anthony Kim, a collosal douche bag on the level of a Hitler, or a Sean Hannity, and Boo Weekley. Here are the things that I love to hate most about Boo:
1) His name. I don't give a shit if it is a nickname or his given name, it still embarrasses the hell out me as a fellow American.
2) His penchant for certain extracurriculars. Admitting on your sport's biggest world stage that you'd "rather be hunting" validates the cliche that is the unintelligent, redneck, dumbshit southerner.
3) His vocabulary coupled with his accent:
"I feel like a dog someone stuck a needle into and juiced them up at a greyhound track to chase one of them bunnies."
Holy shit. That (unfortunately) speaks for itself.
4) His actions, which can be summed up in this picture:
Okay, the pic does not seem to be cooperating, so here is a link to a story which has the picture at the top of the screen: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/funny_old_game/7630831.stm
This is the Ryder Cup, not some scramble at the local muni, you stupid dipshit! For further analysis on this inbred, look at the great Jason Whitlock's latest column on foxsports.com (hyperlinks aren't working either: http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/8606014/10-truths:-A-turnaround-in-Detroit?).
Forget foreign affairs or the economy, this is why we, as a nation, are screwed.
*Knowing about the axe I have to grind with Sergio, my dad made me a hilarious monument to the man. He created a collage of various Sergio pictures taken during Tuesday's practice round, with the piece de resistance being an 8X10 nestled behind an autographed ticket. I despise the golfer, but greatly appreciate the humor--this baby is now decorating the wall of my apartment.
--Let me paint a scene for you, shall I? I'm sitting in a mini computer lab with half a dozen fellow students, things are serene, and everyone is focusing on their work in a peaceful, quiet environment.
But hark! Is that the faint sound of a vibrating cell phone? It is!
"YO MAN, WHADDUP? NAH, I'M JUST CHILLING OUT! YO, LAST WEEKEND WAS RIDICULOUS! I KNOW! YEAH, DEFINITELY! THREE TIMES? YOU BASTARD! NAH, I'M JUST PLAYING! BUT FOR REAL, YO, HIT ME UP AGAIN THIS WEEKEND, ALRIGHT? YEAH, YOU TOO! PEACE!"
It never ceases to amaze me the level of inconsiderateness that permeates through society. Whenever I hear one of these poster-children for birth control speak, there are only two things I want to do:
1) Yank the cell phone out of their hand and destroy it.
and
2) Get in their face and ask "Did you notice how quiet it was before you answered your dumbass friend's phone call? Earth to dumbshit!"
--Speaking of public venues, I want to talk about another of my pet peeves, the university auditorium classroom setting. It's no big secret that I like my space. When I can, I like to arrive early to class to scope out the best seating arrangement. My goal is to pick a spot where I have at least one empty chair next to me, with preferably both slots open (I'm talking about classes that are not even close to filling up the entire seating arrangement). Now why is it that invariably, I not only get screwed by having two people decide at the last minute that the seats next to me are prime locations, but these people either smell, cough a lot, breath heavily, or seem to have some sort of sickness. And why is it that they feel the need to sprawl out and invade my personal space. I'd consider forgoing a few showers to create a putrid ambience, but I have a funny feeling that even this would fail to faze these inconsiderate people. I know I sound like an selfish ass, but most of the time, there are other, wide open seats. And I'm a bit of a germophobe, so an hour and a half next to Coughy or Sneezy means ninety minutes of me living on the edge.
Oh, and what I just said goes double for movie theater seating.
--A quick tangent about the very dated John Edwards sex scandal; how did we NOT see this coming? He's a smooth-talking former trial lawyer. He looks very young for his age (I'm gay!? He's in his 50s!). His wife seems sweet, but is not much of a looker. And did I mention he is fucking adorable!? Hell, I didn't know whether to consider giving him my vote or setting forth a motion that would allow me to comb his hair. I say this in jest, as I assure you I am not gay (plus I'd avoid whoring myself out to John Edwards to remain pure for Tom Brady), but it's not secret that Edwards was/is popular with the ladies. He became a rock star, which didn't bode well for his fidelity.
--Some thoughts on the 2008 Ryder Cup:
You should never say that you are ashamed to be an American, but damn it if I didn't come close to uttering these words this past Sunday. For those of you who didn't see it, the actions and behavior of the American fans and many of the United States players was an absolute disgrace! I despise Sergio Garcia with every atom of my being, but after a few holes of that cocksucking diva, Anthony Kim (Garcia's playing partner), and listening to the U.S. fans cheering two consecutive shots in the water from Garcia, I secretly began rooting for him. Well, I won't go that far, but I was heading in that direction (psst, don't tell my Dad that). Think I'm overreacting? Here are a couple of more specific examples of poor fan behavior:
1) My father attended the practice round on Tuesday and followed Sergio Garcia around* virtually the entire day. When the Spaniard stuck his approach shot on a Par 4 within five feet, a spectator (who I'm guessing was some hayseed sporting at least one item of Confederate regalia) shouted "nice par, Sergio!" I'd like to stress the douchebaggery of such a comment while reiterating that contrary to what this defense leads you to believe, I still think that Sergio is a whiny piece of shit who can't win the big one (think Peyton Manning circa 2004). It's one thing to shout barbs like this at football or basketball games, but this is golf. There's a certain etiquette we are dealing with here, which is lost on those good ol' boys from Kentucky.
2) A friend met and conversed with an Irish couple who attended the Ryder Cup. With much prodding from my pal, the couple, who for their part were trying to avoid making disparaging comments about their host country, admitted that the fan behavior at Valhalla was deplorable, isolated to the United States, and made them feel legitimately unsafe at various junctures throughout the day. And we wonder why the rest of the world has the "Ugly American" stereotype entrenched in their minds.
Still think I'm being too harsh? Let's forget for a moment that the American fans were out of control this past weekend. Instead, let's focus on the American players. While I was happy for a few of them (Kenny Perry, most notably), many made me cringe just by glancing. The biggest culprits were Anthony Kim, a collosal douche bag on the level of a Hitler, or a Sean Hannity, and Boo Weekley. Here are the things that I love to hate most about Boo:
1) His name. I don't give a shit if it is a nickname or his given name, it still embarrasses the hell out me as a fellow American.
2) His penchant for certain extracurriculars. Admitting on your sport's biggest world stage that you'd "rather be hunting" validates the cliche that is the unintelligent, redneck, dumbshit southerner.
3) His vocabulary coupled with his accent:
"I feel like a dog someone stuck a needle into and juiced them up at a greyhound track to chase one of them bunnies."
Holy shit. That (unfortunately) speaks for itself.
4) His actions, which can be summed up in this picture:
Okay, the pic does not seem to be cooperating, so here is a link to a story which has the picture at the top of the screen: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/funny_old_game/7630831.stm
This is the Ryder Cup, not some scramble at the local muni, you stupid dipshit! For further analysis on this inbred, look at the great Jason Whitlock's latest column on foxsports.com (hyperlinks aren't working either: http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/8606014/10-truths:-A-turnaround-in-Detroit?).
Forget foreign affairs or the economy, this is why we, as a nation, are screwed.
*Knowing about the axe I have to grind with Sergio, my dad made me a hilarious monument to the man. He created a collage of various Sergio pictures taken during Tuesday's practice round, with the piece de resistance being an 8X10 nestled behind an autographed ticket. I despise the golfer, but greatly appreciate the humor--this baby is now decorating the wall of my apartment.
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