Dwight Howard may be terrible at shooting foul shots, but look at how easily he can sink these much harder shots, maybe he just doesn’t have 15 foot range…
Archive for December 2nd, 2009
Rugby Player Runs Until He Pukes
Rugby is a pretty neat game, people get hurt real bad and it’s awfully violent, plus the teams are hard-drinkers. This clip from a Canadian Montreal team vs. a North Shore MA team only adds to me liking this sport. Anytime you run yourself so hard that you start throwing up, I’m a fan.
Sinners Steal From the Saints
All the talk that the economy is improving is nice and all, but out in the heartland times are still hard. For instance, the St. Paul Saints, one of the foremost independent baseball teams have been the victims of an unfortunate theft; Sunday night thieves stole several hundred feet of copper wire out of the Saints’ home, Midway Stadium.
After getting through the back fence, the thieves came in and opened 8 electrical boxes, nabbing the copper wiring within. They also stole the copper wiring from the scoreboard and the pipes that run along the outfield wall. Even more horrendous, they disabled the connections for the hot tub!!!!
Brad Meyer from St. Paul Parks and Recreation said, “The act itself was really quite dangerous. and, in our eyes, quite shameful.” The cost to repair the stadium is expected to be nearly $10,000.
Sunday’s crime was the second copper theft in two years at Midway Stadium.
Lakers forward Ron Artest is a wacky dude, whether it’s appearing in just his boxers for an interview with Jimmy Kimmel, his “rap career” or charging wildly into the stands fists blazing, you never know what’s next from him. Case in point, he recently revealed to an interviewer that when he entered the league as a Chicago Bull he regularly drank alcohol during halftime of his games.
“I used to drink Hennessy … at halftime,” Artest said in an interview with The Sporting News. “I [kept it] in my locker. I’d just walk to the liquor store and get it.”
Artest’s hard-partying ways started well before college, “When I was a 19-year-old father, whew. I was a single pimp! I was wild. A lot of marijuana and alcohol—even before (that age). … I (still) party and I have fun, but not like I used to. I used to drink every night and party every night.”
Supposedly settled down now, Artest still can be bristly when it comes to discussing the events that led to his brawl in the stands, especially in regards to then-Piston Ben Wallace, “I see Ben, I’m on my guard now. I’m always in the mood to fight him. … I’ll get suspended 10 games, 15 games (because) I’ll just fight him right there. It won’t go into the stands.”
I have zero interest in getting into the whole Tiger Woods story, frankly, who gives a shit whether or not he cheats on his wife; besides her, obviously. It does nothing to my life and doesn’t particularly change my opinion of him which is based around the fact that he is a really amazing golfer. Everything else is irrelevant.
Having said that, here is a hilarious clip from Tuesday’s Daily Show where they just straight up eviscerate the cable news channels’ overbearing coverage of a story for which they had practically no factual information but spent dozens of hours wasting oxygen with scurrilous rumors, speculation and innuendo.
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I simply don’t get why everyone is so obsessed with this story, the constant rubbernecking in these situations just simply disgusts me. Great, he cheated on his wife, I don’t get it, I’m not a cheater, but I know plenty of dudes who are, it’s not that unusual, but his cheating affects 3 people, his wife and his 2 kids, that’s it. Everyone else is irrelevant. The constant breathless updates from the “news” media are skeevy and perverse.
Besides, none of this is news to me, back when I worked at Men’s Fitness magazine in 2007 I was privy to information that the National Enquirer (which is owned by the same parent company and shares offices) had caught Tiger in flagrante delicto. In exchange for burying the story he agreed to do a cover story for the magazine; something it could never have gotten otherwise with its low profile and shitty sales. I didn’t care then and I don’t care now. What other men do with their penii is irrelevant to me; It’s only mine I’m concerned with.
The Philadelphia Phillies need our help, after wading through thousands of applications the Phillies ball girl staff is nearly finalized, just one spot remains. In order to pick the suitably appropriate woman for the job the Phillies have done the only reasonable thing, open the decision up to the public.
The 5 lovely ladies up for the job all seem like fine candidates, each with their own qualifications and special qualities. Me personally, I’m voting for Amandah (first from left) from Temple University, but hey, to each his own.
The Phillies site has video interviews with each woman, giving them the chance to espouse why they are the most qualified for the job, and I recommend being an informed voter and going through each of the clips. Make sure you vote and help make one lucky woman’s life immeasurably better by giving her the chance to be on the field with the Phillies.
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Rocky Baptiste is a British soccer player who is generally pretty good at scoring; when he speeds past a defender and dekes out the goalie with a wide-open net in front of him everyone expects him to score. Alas, he somehow manages to miss the net completely. This has to be one of the worst misses I’ve ever seen in any sport on a wide-open goal.
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