That being said, we do not have much of an introduction for this week's Link Dump. The end of the hockey season means we are now stuck with NBA playoffs (which don't become interesting until June) and the second (of seven) month of Major League Baseball's regular season. The Chief did admit that it was too soon to be writing his end of season review, after all, a man has to grieve. But he did promise he already has a theme and an outline and his epic season in review will be forthcoming, just not yet. But once that is done, the dog days of summer really set in and we have to get creative to keep you all entertained (you are entertained, right?) and coming back for more. So the Chief has called a "team meeting" this weekend at his place so that we can lay out a battle plan for the upcoming months until the actual sports of the sports world getting interesting again. My Better Half has even promised to be there, as she hopes contributing more to this wonderful site might be the much needed stress relief she been looking for during the weekdays.
So, while we all start brainstorming some ideas that we can discuss this weekend [read: take a "lawyer lunch" and go home early], here are some things you might have missed to help you pass the time until your Friday comes to an end:
If you want to boycott Arizona, boycott Arizona. But the 2011All Star Game? That is getting a little ridiculous. [Editor's Note: also, it's important to check your facts before calling for a boycott of certain products.]
"Said Tracy: 'When I went out there to check on him, I asked if (the foul tip) knocked anything else loose that I need to know about.'”
It looks like there is a budding bromance between two hoodie-loving coaches.
Zack Follett is rapidly rising my list of "Favorite Lions Players". The reason? See for yourself. [Editor's Note: with video goodness.]
I do not know about you, but I would not mind seeing a little more of Tami Taylor around these parts over the next few months. I wish my fictional principal looked that good in aviators at my fictional high school. Certainly would make all the fictional trouble I would have gotten into more worthwhile. Speaking of good looking, here are some good looking clips we picked out to help make your afternoon go by a little faster:
These chicks are hot in a nonfiction sort of way. [Editor's Note: The Chief and a couple of his friends pass this video along every Friday morning to help them make it through the final push. A rough estimate indicates they account for 1 million of the 6.1 million views. I can't say I blame them. And that's why you've gotten it three weeks in a row now.]
While people go nuts over Bango the Buck's recent dunk, Seattle Super Sonics fans (or people who used to be anyways) wonder: "Haven't we seen this before?" I just wonder who thought this would be a good idea during a basketball game.
David Stern is getting upset with all this criticism of officiating during the NBA Playoffs. Dave, if things like this did not happen, we would not be talking about it.
I hope Duncan Keith has as good of aim on the ice as he does off of it.
[Editor's Note: UPDATE! We had one glaring omission from this week's video section, and we feel terrible. Do not forget to support the men and women of the armed forces who proudly serve our country . . . and make videos like this. ]
For the past week we have been working to get all our little ducks in a row. Clearly, we had failed you all, and we could not stand for it any longer. We had strategy sessions, bounced various topics back-and-forth, made sure we were all on the same page, and got things ready. We all felt it best to go with the Link Dump as our return to glory: entertaining, short, simple. It is like coming off the disabled list, you just want to get that first game under your belt before you really get back to full speed. We were (and still are, the links are below, we promise) all systems go. And then Wednesday happened.
As avid readers, you are all intimately aware of the Chief's love for his Los Angeles Kings. And after eight long years, they were finally back in the playoffs. The Chief did his best to stay level headed; yes they had made, but was it realistic to think they could actually beat Vancouver? After all, Vancouver was the highest scoring team in the Western Conference during the regular season, they have the Art Ross Trophy winner in Henrik Sedin, and they have a Vezina Trophy-caliber goalie in Roberto Luongo. Do not get us wrong, the Chief has an abundance of faith in his Kings, but could he really ask for anything more than a competitive series? Well, for the first three games, it was a competitive series and then some. The Kings were only inches away from have a 3-0 series lead heading into Wednesday night's Game 4, but the Kings faithful (the Chief included) were thrilled with the 2-1 series lead. While the Chief certainly had not bought into the hype that the series was all but over, he certainly was really starting to believe the Kings could advance. But then Game 4 happened. Yes, he understands the Kings had the lead heading into the third period and that not once during the regular season had they lost a game in regulation when leading after two. But if you watched the game, it was slipping away from the Kings at the start of the second. By the third period, it was practically a foregone conclusion; the Kings did not stand a chance. Henrik Sedin was the puppet master and the Kings his marionettes. Yes, it was that ugly.
We have reassured the Chief on several occasions the series is far from over, but there are no words to describe how nervous he is heading into tonight's Game 5. In general, the Chief is a pretty laid back guy, even keel if you will. We are willing to wager, however, that his blood pressure is running more than a little elevated today and will continue to rise as the game approaches (of course, the two Starbucks certainly aren't helping either). We do not know if they make a carpet thick enough to withstand his pacing, but if they do, we need to order some for the office before Game 6 gets here on Sunday.
So, while we spend the afternoon running a Google search on carpet manufacturers, here are some things you might have missed to help pass the time until Game 5 the weekend gets here:
Sometimes the post speaks for itself. This is one of those times.
Yes, Tebow went in the first round to Denver last night, and, yes, several people took the . . . um . . . err . . . "classy" approach when tweeting their feelings about the pick. [Editor's Note: the Lions crushed it . . . CRUSHED IT . . . last night. Way to go Mayhew.]
A tough break for those of you with Drew Brees in your keeper leagues.
Boy, I would really like to know what some random psychologist thinks about this whole Ben Roethlisberger situation . . . oh . . . thanks Denver Post.
This press release from BYU omits the following pertinent fact: the two were dating. That, in-and-of-itself, is not a violation of the honor code . . . but, if the rumors around campus are true, him "violating" her "honor code" certainly is. [Editor's Note: Hey-OH!]
This is the type of NCAA Tournament expansion we can get behind. When a sixteen finally beats a one, then we can talk about ninety-six teams.
There is nothing quite like watching two wealthy incompetents battle over $6.75 million . . . especially when one of those incompetents is Donald Sterling.
Yes, I realize he is receiving $3 million, but I still think this is an abuse of eminent domain. The judicial system should be ashamed.
"He said there were 'like, 14 boys' tackling one another and horsing around, 'like boys do - nothing else happened'" . . . if by "nothing else" you mean that whole tea-bagging part his son might have "forgot" to mention.
I might not be a rocket scientist, but is that really a performance enhancer for track and field athletes? I mean, what about aerodynamics?
So, we are now t-minus six hours and thirty-five . . . nay . . . thirty-four minutes from the scheduled face off of Game 5 and the Chief is on cup three of Starbucks. Someone needs to call the Chief's Better Half STAT and make sure she pads all the walls to their family room before he gets home. Maybe you can convince her to set up a hidden video camera to record (most of) the events of the evening for us to use as next week's viewing entertainment portion of the Link Dump. In the meantime, here are some clips for you to enjoy this week:
Sharply hit foul ball headed for your young son while you sit enjoying a helmet-bowl sundae, do you: (1) drop the sundae and protect your son, or (b) go for the amazing one-handed-foul-ball grab? Let us go to the video.
It is always nice to see people get what they deserve.
Howdy strangers. Did you miss us? We sincerely apologize for the extended absence. The Chief has been on the road a lot lately, and that has caused things to grind to screeching halt around. His busy travel schedule culminated with a bachelor party in New Orleans last weekend. Needless to say, he is still not playing at 100% (by Tuesday we were strongly considering a trip to the 15-day disabled list to open up a roster spot). The Chief has made several assurances he will be back to full strength by next Monday, but . . . well . . . it is the weekend and we have some concerns about his ability to call it an early night. Especially because Game Two of the Los Angeles Kings' opening round playoff series against the Vancouver Canucks goes down on Saturday night.
Although we do not have the time or resources available for a full post today, we promise to be back up and running at full capacity next week. That being said, the Chief requested three things for this post:
(1) A picture of Marisa Miller, because that usually makes everyone feel better. Check.
(b) A link to a music video that is guaranteed to get you fired up for a great Friday.
(iii) That we some how find a way to reiterate just how much the Chief hates Randy Jones right now. For those of you who did not watch Game One last night, Randy Jones is the Kings' useless defenseman whose attempt at a blind backhanded pass across the center of the ice directly led to the Canucks' game winner. So here we go:
DAMN YOU RANDY JONES! HOPE YOU ENJOY RIDING THE BENCH. HAVE FUN IN THE MINORS FOR THE REST OF YOUR CAREER.
It has arrived. Let the games begin. I hope you all got your fifteen brackets filled out and ready to go. For those of you stuck at work, we are here to help:
Gus Johnson not your cup of tea? You work for some Communists who might have blocked streaming video? Well, how about a gallery of Marisa Miller squeezing her rack into some bikinis? You. Are. Welcome.
Sorry my Better Half is not available for a running diary of all the days action. She is somewhere in the air between Los Angeles and Chicago on her way to visit BFF.
Enjoy the first day of games everyone; especially those men who got snipped this week just so they could stay at home for these two days. God bless your commitment.
[Editor's Note: we've been having some technical difficulties with the site over the past couple of days and few things are still not back to normal. If anything appears out of the ordinary or is not working properly, we apologize. Hopefully we'll be back up a running properly soon . . . and hopefully this Link Dump works properly.]
So, Selection Sunday is right around the corner and all the major sports media outlets have there Cinder-Bracket-Bouble-Ology-Watch-Ella stories running at full speed. As always, I am uber-excited for the tournament, especially after (knock on wood) the Bruins complete their magical run to the tournament this weekend (nothing says dominant conference like your conference tournament champion getting a 14 seed). As usual, I will be spending some of the opening weekend in Las Vegas with my friends going to some shows placing bets on random five-twelve match-ups.
But as excited as I am for Selection Sunday and the start of the Tournament, there is one thing about this time of year that gets me annoyed: all the other bracket-type features websites and blogs run this time of year. I can not tell you how many emails we get around this time of year or how many links pop up on our favorite sites directing us to some bracket trying to determine "The Greatest Sports Movie of All Time" (Caddieshack), or "The College with the Hottest Chicks" (decent), or "The Best Celebrity Couple", or, of course "The Hottest Woman" (ok, I can get behind that one . . . that's what she said . . . ba-ZING). Even How I Met Your Mother had an episode based on a bracket (but that one was totally awesome, no complaints here). I mean, look, if Sports Illustrated wants to decide the "Hottest Swimsuit Photo of All Time", you are not going to see me complaining (though, let's agree to disagree on the result . . . a fair choice, but I think a little swayed by Ms. Decker's current popularity . . . plus, the bracket lost all credibility once the editors decided to leave out this picture). But why does it have to be in bracket form and why does it have to in March? Is March "Bracket Appreciation March"? Did Congress declare March "National Bracket Month"? I mean, it is only a matter of time before someone starts up "The Best Non-NCAA Tournament Bracket" bracket (hmm . . . I could be onto something, maybe I should copyright that or something . . . anyone know a good attorney?). And then, it is only a matter of time until the whole world comes to an end, which is kind of a bummer.
If you had the Hartford Courant in the "First Paper to Run Article About How NCAA Office Pool Will Turn You Into a Degenerate" pool, please collect your winnings to the right.
I was under the impression Tiger did not have much of an image left to manage.
Some quick math tells me that is 1,050 per prostitute for the entire event, or thirty-five per prostitute per day. Gross.
I know what you are thinking right about now: "It's the week before the NCAA tournament. Here comes the 'UCLA comeback versus Gonzaga' video clip". Do not be silly. That clip is worthy of its own post each and every year and you can rest assured that post will come next Wednesday. In the meantime, here are some crazy-entertaining non-NCAA Tournament clips for your viewing pleasure:
Nothing says "It's baseball season" like a bench-clearing brawl with not one, but two felony assaults.
While Jimmy Fallon might have fallen short on his Saved by the Bell reunion efforts, he certainly knocked this one out of the park.
And then he topped off the week with this reunion.
My Better Half and I are visiting my Bro and SIL at the end March and we plan on seeing a Boston Bruins hockey game. We better also see this.
Well, clearly I have got a lot of work to do, so I best be getting to it. So, while I go saddle up my horse (that's what she said), here are some things you might have missed from the past week or two:
Olympians have been shown to be much more satisfied with a bronze than a silver, even though it is clearly the Jan Brady of medals.
Note to self: Steve Williams, not a good wingman (ladies, I'm just joking . . . but seriously . . . joking . . . seriously).
"I haven't seen Tiger since the late '90s", but that check he sent me last week to write this sure was nice.
Bill Simmons compared Tiger's eventual comeback to that of Muhammad Ali. Want to see how it turned out?
Here is a golf story about a girl named Kandi (yes, with a "K") and it somehow does not involve Tiger. Go figure.
"As I stood there looking like a Roy Orbison impersonator in my specially polarized glasses, I made a mental note to call my wife and apologize for the money we'll be dropping on 3-D televisions in the next few years."
Highlights of this story include: "DUI", "Chevrolet Equinox", "bike patrol officer", "cited and released", and "Oregon Cheerleader" . . . who can be seen here on the left.
Kansas to Kentucky: We see your Ashley Judd, and raise you one "adult" film star.
Perhaps the Oregon cheerleading team should steal a play out of the Texas A&M-Commerce (Casino?) football playbook.
I do not buy it. I am fairly confident Erin Andrews is plenty used to spinning and turning in heels. [Editor's Note: Hey-OH!]
When sports stars talk about money, it is usually just as funny as you would expect.
I always hear that "admitting you have a problem" is the first step to recovery, and I have got to tell you, I think they are right. I am super geeked right now. Just thinking about all the things I have to talk about has really got the blood flowing. Just in case those stories were not enough to get your blood flowing, these videos should help do the trick:
My favorite part of the NFL offseason went down on Monday. Have a look.
Our boy from Tweet Boxx is back, but now he is laying down the law in his office. [Editor's Note: strong language.]
I am sure by now you all know ESPN got pranked by Howard Stern's Captain Janks at Scott Van Pelt's expense. On the off chance you have not actually seen it yet, here you go.
The Chief pointed out that you are probably expecting a picture of Marisa Miller or Kate Beckinsale. And who would blame you? They are two of The Chiefs favorites, having proudly held down the top two spots of his "Celebrity 5" list for the last few years. But he decided to mix things up today, deciding instead to finally introduce to one of the remaining three on his list. So, without further adieu, we proudly present to you Kristen Bell, number three on The Chiefs "Celebrity 5" (and rumored to have made my Better Half's "Celebrity 5" . . . reason number eleventy billion why my Better Half is better than yours).
We offer Ms. Bell as our humble apology. As always, if the storm ends early, we will do our absolute best to get at least some links up. In the meantime, we hope Ms. Bell helps provide at least a little enjoyment to your Friday.
In the event we are unable to get back to you later today, we wanted to remind you, have a great weekend everyone!
First things first: I do not, for one second, believe I ever "knew" Tiger Woods. With all the press and media coverage (whether wanted or unwanted) celebrities, athletes, and politicians get these days, a lot of people begin to feel like they really know all the famous people out there. News flash: you do not. You know what they are willing to show in public. Do not get me wrong, infidelity is a big . . . nay . . . HUGE no-no to me. And yes, my common decency does allow me to feel disappointed that a man who has prided himself character and integrity got himself into such a situation. But Tiger does not now, and never has owed me an apology, and he has never owed one to anyone else other than his family, Elin's family, and maybe some close friends. I appreciate what he said today, and I do believe he was as sincere and sorry as he came across as being, but it is just ridiculous that he even had to hold this press conference in the first place. The only thing I care about hearing from Tiger is (1) when he is returning to golf, (b) how much he is paying Elin to stick around, and (iii) which girl was best (kidding . . . but seriously . . . I'm just joking . . . seriously though . . .).
Which brings me to point two: now that he has had this press conference, there are still some things I am skeptical about:
(1) If Tiger is truly as angry about the rumors/lies he claims people have been spreading, why wait two and a half months to speak up? Clearly, some sort of physical altercation occurred that night, and all signs point to Elin coming out the winner. Tiger can protect her now, then, and forever, but a simple release on his website would have done that and could have done that from the very start. So no, Tiger, I do not believe your teeth look brand new simply because you have had impeccable dental hygiene over the past few months. (B) You are in therapy (which, don't get me wrong, is great), because you got caught. We are not stupid. If the National Enquirer never runs its story, Elin never goes all Buster-Douglas-versus-Mike-Tyson on you, you are still playing golf, and probably on your second round of skanks, having played through the first eighteen holes. Sure, you may have realized the error in your ways. But have some respect for our common sense. Do not try to make me believe you would have magically come to this realization had you not gotten caught. All celebrities, athletes, and politicians play this card and it drives me nuts. Well, all except one: Michael Vick. He admitted in an interview to DP that, had he not gotten caught, he would probably still be doing the things he was doing. Now that is a man. (III) I am not trying to open a can of worms here, but was anyone else thrown off by the performance-enhancing drugs denial? Yes, I know a story about PEDs snuck into the press cycle about a month ago, but it just struck me as odd that, in the middle his "I'm sorry I'm a man and I like sex" apology, Tiger would issue such a strong denial and then move on. I am not about to accuse the man of using them (doing so is the third rail of sports blogging), but his statement regarding PEDs really caught me off guard.
Before we get to the reason you are all really here (yes, I've accepted the fact you're here for the links and not my words of wisdom), I have one last thing to touch on. Why is it that only famous people have sex addictions? Or, more specifically, married famous people. Derek Jeter plows through more tail in the average off season than Tiger Woods has in the past few years, yet Jeter is the man and Tiger is in therapy. I understand the obvious point of Tiger being married and Jeter being single; really, I get it. But find me a man who says he does not like sex and I will gladly call him a liar to his face. I am sure my Better Half is going give the business tonight (baZING) about the actual medical side of addictions and why, yes, it is possible, but I can not help but feel a little suspect about the whole thing when the only time I hear about sex addiction is when someone famous gets caught straying from his marriage.
With that, I hope we, as a society (but mostly the media) can all move on now. To show you just how ready and willing I am to move on, here are two three Tiger-related and several non-Tiger-related things you might have missed from the week:
"Why don't you try reading the rules, Skankapotamus."
Askmen.com put together a list of the "Top 10 Las Vegas Sporting Experiences". The list loses all credibility at Number 8, which clearly is Number 1.
Mark McGwire would like you to remember he is not here to talk about the past.
Attempted first-degree murder, five counts of arson, assault and battery, communicating threats, three counts of misdemeanor child abuse, injury to personal property, identity theft AND resisting a public officer? [*commencing slow clap*]
Apparently robbing two people andswimming naked is a crime. Go figure.
It takes a certain kind of person (white trash?) to wear a Cowboys jersey around Philadelphia the week after Dallas knocked the Eagles out of the playoffs; a type of person the TSA at Philadelphia airport would call a terrorist.
Is it just me, or is it kind of ridiculous how worked up everyone is getting over NBC's coverage of the Winter Olympics? Yes, I understand, for the first time in eight years, everything is happening in a very convenient time zone. But should we not be used to everything being taped delayed? Is it really that big of deal? I knew the results of the amazing 4x100 freestyle relay race at the 2008 Summer Olympics before I saw it, but that did not change how excited I got watching it. Do I wish I could ditch work and spend all day watching the Olympics? Of course, I do. But I can not. And most of the people complaining probably can not either. And to prove to you just how entertaining taped-delayed video can be, here are this week's clips for your viewing pleasure:
Happy Friday! [Editor's Note: Is that the Sanchize?]
Does anyone know when the funeral services are for the staffer who failed to tell Oprah about the birth mark?
Last week, it was a great moment from The Price is Right. This week: Jeopardy.
Word to the wise: When a (possibly racist) 67-year-old man wearing an "I AM a motherf****r" t-shirt gives you guff on an Oakland bus, just let it go. [Editor's Note: language is super NSFW.]
What do you all have planned for the President's Day/Valentine's Day weekend? Valentine's Day falling on a long weekend is really a lose-lose for us men. Not only are women amped up for Valentine's Day, but now they want a whole weekend out of it. Yes, I am taking my Better Half away for the weekend because she deserves a quiet, romantic weekend of just the two of us. Just the two of us and twenty-four-hour-a-day coverage of THE OLYMPICS! Put your patriotic cap on, cause it is time to celebrate America's dominance in all thing sports for the next two weeks (except the biathlon . . . which is funny when you consider we are one of the few countries that pretty much encourages people to own guns).
As I am sure you recall from my ramblings about the 2008 Summer Olympics, I love me some me Olympics. And my love for the Olympics has grown even more since NBC started using its family of networks for round-the-clock coverage back during the 2000 Summer Olympics. I mean who does not want to stay up until two in the morning watching Team Equestrian Jumping on Bravo? More importantly, during CNBC's mid-day coverage of the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City, I truly discovered the sport of curling, and my life has never been the same because of it. I scheduled my "studying" around all things curling that year, and it was worth it. I mean, it is chess on ice with brooms; UH-Mazing! How can you not love a sport in which the object is to "put the stone in the house"? Short-track speedskating? Giant Slalom? Who cares. Kari Erickson was trying to skip the women's team to the first United States medal in curling . . . ever. While she might have fallen short, she paved the way for skip Pete Fenson to lead his men's team to a bronze medal at the 2006 Winter Olympics in Torino, which I watched, because I had yet again conveniently scheduled my law school "studying" around NBC's Coverage yet again. While the Winter Olympics might not garner the same excitement as the Summer Olympics (not having any snow in Vancouver isn't helping this year's Olympics any), I still get equally excited. Though it may sound like I am waxing poetic, here is why: because for two weeks, no matter how terrible things are with economy, or what is going on in the Middle East, or what evil empire I am denying insurance coverage to, we set aside our differences and celebrate accomplishments of people from around the world. It is when Bob Costas puts on his sweater, sits by the fire, and tells us about the hardships that many of these athletes have overcome to make it. And maybe, just maybe, this will be the year he lets us in on the secret of why Americans suck at the Biathlon (seriously people, it's skiing and shooting . . . what's the big deal?).
So, while I check out the event schedule for the next two weeks, and plan my "work" accordingly, here are some Olympic and non-Olympic related things you might have missed from the past week.
Marisa Miller was here, there, and everywhere during last week's Super Bowl festivities in Miami, and the world is a better because of it.
If you are a guy and you live under a rock, you might have missed that Brooklyn Decker is this years Sports Illustratedswimsuit cover girl, officially giving her one more SI cover than her husband. Ouch.
I hope those people enjoyed their flight to Vancouver.
The Colts forgot to bring protection with them to Miami, at least according to their boss.
In case you have trouble understanding Payton Manning's faces, here is a complete guide for you.
Like the rest of the world, NCAA looks to ensure no one gets hurt feelings; looks to tackle boo-boos next.
Of course, they are just bitter that the gravy train might not be so full in the near future.
Screamin' A.'s arrogance never ceases to amaze me.
Man who secretly videotaped Erin Andrews in the nude in her hotel room upgraded from "amateur stalker" to "professional nut job".
Oh man, it looks like it is going to be a busy two weeks. Just look at Saturday alone. Medals are up from grabs in alpine skiing, freestyle skiing, ski jumping, short-track and long-track speedskating, and . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . the BIATHLON! Great, just what we need, manish-looking women armed and loaded the day before Valentine's Day. Who thought that was a good idea? You know what I think is a good idea? You enjoying these video clips we have collected for your viewing pleasure:
For starters, my Better Half had ever so nicely sorted the dirty laundry in the bedroom. Now, I am not nearly as smart as she is, so it took me a while to decipher the code, which, as it turns out, was "Do the laundry." But laundry is not something that requires constant attention (unless sitting in your garage and watching a machine shake is entertaining to you . . . but then, I'd assume you're not reading this blog . . . but I digress), so I needed something to pass the time while the washing machine worked its magic. And that is when I saw it, right there on my DirecTV channel guide: the season finale of Jersey Shore. One word: UH-MAZING! I had never watched any of the season, but had heard plenty about it from the likes of BFF and Barnicle, one of my oldest friends. Barnicle had even hosted a Jersey Shore season finale viewing party the night before. As the show progressed, I could literally feel the brain cells in my head dying off. Then, out of nowhere, J-Woww (an actual character nickname) described her ideal man as a "juice-head gorilla", and when she went to the beach to find her some man meat, she inquired "Where are all the juice-head gorillas?" And that was when it happened, my IQ took a fifty point hit; that, and I was hooked. So hooked, in fact, I stuck around for Jersey Shore: The Reunion. I mean, who does not need to learn about the art of fist pumping? This is serious people, the beat wants to fight you so you have to beat the beat up. To think, for the longest time, I thought this was a big spoof; now I know it is real.
What I am trying to say is this: if I seem M.I.A. for the next week or so, do not be afraid. It just means my daily G.T.L. schedule has gotten the best of me. Speaking of which, I am running a little late on the daily schedule. So, while I head out to get my G.T.L. on, here are some things you might have missed to keep you entertained (and smart) for the rest of the afternoon:
If you had Ray Maualuga in the "Next Cincinnati Bengal to Get Arrested" pool, you may collect your winnings now. Pays double if you also had "DUI in a 2003 Pontiac Sunfire."
If you see this man in or around the Miami area on February 7, 2010, please contact your local police station. He may be rocking out a great set list.
"Saintsmania" has permeated the city? EVERYONE RUN FOR YOUR LIVES (or just take the week off).
If you are lucky, this man will be playing for your NFL team come next season. Congratulations.
The SEC is not a fan of fans who love their schools in moments of great triumph.
Talk about one of your all-time backfires. [Editor's Note: Make sure to watch the video as well, and then check out what happened while the news reporter was filming his intro to the story.]
This is a story of a cursed high school hockey rink.
Not too long ago, Charlie Davies was lucky to be alive. Now, it is possible he will be back with the national team in time for the 2010 World Cup.
Meanwhile, this guy probably will not make it to South Africa this summer.
Seriously people, one week of G.T.L. and I am feeling swolle' and looking good. All I need is some 'roids so I can complete my transformation to juice-head gorilla; just the man my Better Half has always wanted. Now, I just need to get my hair cut so I can load it up with twenty pounds of gel. I do not want it flopping around while I am out at the clubs beating up the beat. So, while I try to find my local Guido Cuts, you should enjoy this collection of clips for your viewing pleasure:
I hope, for your sake, your college does not have to play the mighty Nanooks of Alaska, Fairbanks this season.
With the Olympics right around the corner, I have found myself wondering what it would be like to compete in the Skeleton. Oh look, the answer.
