Archive for October, 2010
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• Darren Daulton doesn’t care about our primitive concepts of time and space. Or wearing pants while on television. [Larry Brown Sports]
• Secret characters on NBA Jam we’d all like to see. [TAUNTR]
• Awesome photo of a little kid giving the ref the finger during a college hockey game. [Busted Coverage]
• Video of Heath Slocum rolling in an absolute bomb of a birdie putt. [Devil Ball Golf]
• Be sure to head over and vote for your Week 6 Pammy winner. [Awful Announcing]
• What kind of person gets into a fistfight during an lingerie football game? [Ted Williams Head]
• For your reading enjoyment, the 19th edition of “The Sports Snob.” Today: bandwagon jumpers. [You Been Blinded]
• With the return of the NHL comes the return of “Weekend at Bettman’s.” [Melt Your Face Off]
• Hilarious: “The Increasingly Poor Miscues Of Todd Haley.” [Kissing Suzy Kolber]
• The Onion Headline of the Day, Part II: Pudding-Factory Disaster Brings Slow, Creamy Death To Town Below
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Coming from the idyllic, postcard picture perfect Eden we have all come to know as the city of Philadelphia, I suppose it should come as no surprise that the city’s scribes who were dispatched to Cincinnati to cover the NLDS series between the Phillies and Reds would, upon escaping the dreadful Ohio town after a convincing sweep of the Reds, would come away with a bitter taste in their mouths regarding the less-than-spectacular conditions of the city.
One such writer was Philadelphia Inquirer‘s Frank Fitzpatrick, who penned a sarcastic commentary regarding the deplorable conditions – in particular the cuisine and riverfront of Cincinnati – that the bourgeoisie of the dreadful city are forced to endure. And this guy pulls no punches. What follows is a good chunk of what Fitzpatrick had to write.
Like my pal Josh over at With Leather has made the case for on several occasions, “nobody conceives, executes or disseminates competition like the wonderfully insane minds running Japanese television.” And that’s a fact, Jack. Look no further than this nearly 10-minute montage of cute Japanese girls getting soaked by subtly-implied metaphors for human bodily fluids solely in the spirit of competition and the requisite perverse sense of entertainment which is most assuredly derived from it.
Really, there is so much going on in this video I might have to watch it 10 more times. Clear my calendar, Martha, and take these pants to the dry cleaners. Martha, of course, being the name of my imaginary secretary who caters to my every need. Great gal, even better employee, that Martha.
What in holy hell are those people doing in that photo? To inanely answer my own question, it is something called “vaulting” and the U.S. team shocked the equestrian-loving world (all 200 of them) by taking gold in the perplexing event on Sunday.
Instead of me clumsily attempting to explain this vaulting thing, here’s how the poor AP writer who got stuck with this assignment explained it:
Vaulting requires the athletes to perform gymnastic-like movements while on a moving horse. Germany won silver and Austria received bronze.
“This is immeasurable,” said Devon Maitozo, one of the gold medalists. “This is an amazing opportunity to put vaulting on the map in the United States. Maybe people will know the sport exists in small-town America. This is just a culmination of a lot of years of very hard work. The most amazing thing for me is to share this with my team. We have worked so hard.”
The team competition is made up of a compulsory test that requires vaulters to perform seven designated exercises as well as two freestyle tests. The Americans’ freestyle routine was a loose interpretation of Romeo and Juliet.
“We hoped to embody the essence of the play with our movement and some of characters,” said Rosalind Ross, who played Juliet.
I see. One question though: given the obvious equine-based nature of the World Equestrian Games, of all of Shakespeare’s plays, wouldn’t Richard III have been the better choice? For obvious reasons, at least to people like me who know maybe five lines of Shakespeare. To be honest, as far as great dramatists go, I have always been more of a fan of contemporary artists. Like Dick Enberg, for instance. “Oh my!” indeed.
US takes gold in vaulting [AP]
With the San Francisco Giants holding a 2-1 series lead over the Atlanta Braves in their National League Division Series, there only seemed to be one thing missing on the team’s bandwagon: a patently unoriginal anthem based on a song which became so…played years ago.
While I appreciate this Ashkon’s efforts and his obvious passion and enthusiasm for the San Francisco Giants, his reworking of the lyrics to Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” for the team’s so-called “Official Playoff Anthem” is, well, it ain’t right.
“Don’t Stop Believin’”? Seriously? Haven’t we had enough of this song at this point? There should be a law that enforces the rule that once a song or artist is featured on Glee, said song and/or artist has to buried alive in a time capsule so that people of a future generation can understand how our society dealt with played-out, overdone yet undeserving pop culture phenomenons.
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Man, thank God Hank Williams, Jr. isn’t alive to read about this – no really, he’s been dead for years. The thing singing the Monday Night Football theme song? Cyborg created in the bowels of the NFL’s top secret laboratory, where some of the most perverted brands of science are practiced. I wish I could tell you that I’m making this up but I can’t. Or won’t.
Moving on, in some kind of twisted revenge for God knows what, the NFL has furnished the Brits with a mildly atrocious game for the league’s annual trip across the pond to Merry Old England. This year, the NFL will showcase itself at Wembley Stadium with an epic battle between the decent Denver Broncos and the reeling, winless San Francisco 49ers on October 31st. Even worse? Someone in a position of authority has green-lighted the plan to have emo dorks My Chemical Romance be the warmup act prior to kickoff. Who the what?
NME has all the soul-crushing, self-cutting details:
Gerard Way and co will perform their new single ‘Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)’. The track is taken from the band’s new album ‘Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys’, which is released on November 22.
“Performing to 85,000 fellow NFL fans will be one of the highlights of our European tour,” declared the singer if the game. “We’re thrilled to be playing to such a huge crowd in such an iconic venue.”
I think the title of the band’s new single needs a few more “Na’s.” You know, for good measure. And how about this Gerard Way post-punk wannabe claiming he’s actually an NFL fan? I’m not buying it. The chances that this petulant twerp – was likely teased incessantly by the players on the varsity football team in high school – is a football fan, has about the same likelihood as me putting on anything other than the classic and drastically underrated album, Boz Scaggs’ Hits!, to help get me psyched up to watch some hard-hitting NFL action.
About the Boz Scaggs stuff: just keep that on Lowdown, though, will you? I have a reputation of being extremely unhip to uphold here, and if word got out that I liked Boz Scaggs, well, I don’t have to tell you what would happen.
My Chemical Romance to open NFL game at Wembley Stadium [NME]
And this Birdman you cannot change.
To say that Denver Nuggets center Chris “Birdman” Anderson is a colorful character would be a drastic understatement – hey, he is the first and only member of the Sportress of Blogitude’s “It Looks Like They Combed Their Hair With A Carameled Apple” Hall of Fame – even more so after he debuted his incredibly noticeable brand new tattoo, which consists of “Free Bird” emblazoned across his neck.
As stated above, the Birdman’s new tattoo is certainly something. All I can say is it’s a good thing Andersen did his due diligence and found a tattoo artist who doesn’t ink tattoos backwards. That’s always a win.
One last observation: is it just me, or does the new tat kind of create the illusion which causes the Birdman to resemble one of those Padaung women with the neck rings from National Geographic? I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.
[H/T The Basketball Jones]
There’s taking one for the team and then there’s losing one for the team. Although since we’re referring to the story regarding Virginia Tech junior offensive guard Greg Nosal losing the tip of his finger during the heat of battle against Central Michigan on Saturday, perhaps “taking one for the team” is not the most apropos comparison. Awkward even. Unless one of his teammates was cramming for his Proctology 101 midterm, then I could see it. Heh. Cramming.
Where was I? Oh yeah, during some point of Virginia Tech’s 45-21 shellacking of Central Michigan, Nosal got his pinky finger crammed in between two helmets, severing it mid-nail. Hokies medical personnel found the shredded digit inside Nosal’s glove. Yamma hamma.
Despite the horrific injury, Nosal insisted he remain in the game. Either this guy is incredibly committed or he should be committed. Either way, he’s clearly slightly nuts and able to tolerate an astounding amount of pain.
British snobs: they’re just like our snobs! While this story isn’t technically about sports, I just had to relay the statements made by one Andrew Marr, a political analyst and journalist for the BBC in England. Marr recently lashed out at the troglodytic knuckle-draggers who call themselves bloggers. Obviously, one has to assume Marr’s statements were regarding bloggers who ply their trade in the political arena, but the way he castigates bloggers by eloquently utilizing the tried-and-true reference that they are all ham-fistedly typing away in their mother’s basements and moreover, how he expands upon that played-out stereotype to include negative physical attributes is so typically British and amusing I had to pass it along.
Speaking at something called Cheltenham Literature Festival, Marr argues that “citizen journalism,” which I guess is how the Limeys refer to blogging, strikes him as “nothing to do with journalism at all.” He continues (via The Guardian):
A lot of bloggers seem to be socially inadequate, pimpled, single, slightly seedy, bald, cauliflower-nosed, young men sitting in their mother’s basements and ranting. They are very angry people.
OK – the country is full of very angry people. Many of us are angry people at times. Some of us are angry and drunk. But the so-called citizen journalism is the spewings and rantings of very drunk people late at night.
It is fantastic at times but it is not going to replace journalism…
Most of the blogging is too angry and too abusive. It is vituperative. Terrible things are said on line because they are anonymous. People say things on line that they wouldn’t dream of saying in person.
Jeez, those Brits, even when they are insulting you, the way in which they can make anything sound, like, super smart and stuff causes even the biggest rip to sound complimentary. But pimpled? What a bloke this guy is! Clearly, Marr is not aware of a little wonder product called Proactiv. Hey, if that anti-acne medication is good enough for Katy Perry, it’s certainly good enough for “socially inadequate, pimpled, single, slightly seedy, bald, cauliflower-nosed, young men sitting in their mother’s basements,” am I right? Speaking of Katy Perry, that’s another characteristic Marr missed out on: all male bloggers, whether they be political or sports bloggers, also all share one other common trait: we are all obsessed with breasts. Can’t get enough of them. In a way, we bloggers all operate within some kind of fantasized, boobies-enriched reality, like we’re living in a Russ Meyer film or something. Boobs.
Marr on bloggers: inadequate, pimpled, single, seedy, abusive ranters [The Guardian]
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• The Stutsman County sheriff’s office in Kensal, North Dakota arrested 55-year-old Kevin Gienger was arrested on suspicion of stolen property and mistreating animals after he allegedly castrated a woman’s poodle without her permission. Gienger stated that dog was a menace and disturbing the neighborhood. When he was arrested, the dog in question was found in his home along with scalpels and syringes. Perfectly reasonable response, right? No? [Yahoo!/AP]
• 49ers fans boo QB Alex Smith mercilessly, chant for David Carr. Crikey. [Larry Brown Sports]
• Boomer had boobs on his mind yesterday, which made it exactly like every other day in the Life of the Bermanator. [Awful Announcing]
• I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that Cigar Guy’s identity was revealed over the weekend. [Devil Ball Golf]
• In light of this astounding and meme-killing news, here’s one last Cigar Guy Photoshop gallery. [Out of Bounds]
• Hard knocks, Lingerie Football League-style. [Bob's Blitz]
• When onside kicks go wrong: Texas Tech/Baylor Edition. [Ted Williams Head]
• Celtics analyst Tommy Heinsohn really likes pizza. [That NBA Lottery Pick]
• After his horrific postseason, should Braves player Brooks Conrad be on suicide watch? [More Hardball]
• The Onion Headline of the Day: Belichick Begins Laying Groundwork For Nov. 14 Misdirection Play
So stop your sittin’ there like a bullfrog on a moonshine still. Get to watchin’!!
Have a great weekend, everyone. See you Monday.
It’s 4:19, You Gotta Minute?
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• A very happy 1st birthday to my pals over at TAUNTR. May there be many more, hilarity-filled, madcap years. [TAUNTR]
• “Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to wander into a bullriding event, son.” [Out of Bounds]
• You may recall Glenn Coffee’s premature retirement from the NFL so he could do more God stuff. Well, he’s been arrested for having a cocked and loaded automatic pistol. [Larry Brown Sports]
• Video evidence of yet another reason to never wear rollerblades. [With Leather]
• According to this screencap, Tim Lincecum had 120 strikeouts in 8 scoreless innings. That’s like, a lot. [Busted Coverage]
• A lesbian couple alleges that they were ejected from a Baltimore Ravens game for kissing. They must have been homely lesbians. [Shutdown Corner]
• Shaq still sucks at free throws but his new coach doesn’t care. [Ball Don't Lie]
• Florida Governor/Senate Candidate Charlie Crist threw out the first pitch before the Rays-Rangers game. It didn’t go well. [Hugging Harold Reynolds]
• Caroline Wozniacki can even make twisting her knee look sexy. [Bob's Blitz]
• Cincinnatians lack the requisite social skills to function normally. [Walkoff Walk]
• One of my favorite new features on the interwebs: DSB answers letter to John Clayton’s mailbag. [Daddy's Sugar Ball]
• A suggested College GameDay sign for tomorrow. [Sports Pickle]
• The Onion Headline of the Day, Part II: ‘Good Old Days’ Traced Back To Single Weekend In 1948
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Hummina hummina. What I would give to shoot some Strip Pool with The Black Widow. I’d let her knock around my balls, if you know what I mean. Mainly because she’s a vastly superior pool player than I and she would probably beat me in a game of 9 Ball quite handily. Stop looking into stuff so much, pervs.
Lee’s appearance is a part of the “Bodies We Want” feature in the new “Body Issue” of ESPN the Magazine.
The rest of the athletically-gifted ladies follow, including the USA Women’s Water Polo team depicted in such a way it makes drowning not look like such a bad way to go.

South Dakota farmer Kevin Marsh stands next to his 1,674-pound pumpkin near Parker. To his right, his daughters Maddie and Autumn sit on a 1,536-pound pumpkin he grew. (AP Photo/Kevin Marsh)
Via an AP report:
PARKER, S.D. – This pumpkin weighs nearly enough to be Cinderella’s coach. South Dakota farmer Kevin Marsh of Parker knows his 1,674-pound pumpkin isn’t pretty — it’s won an ugliest pumpkin award at a Colorado event. But it’s also only 51 pounds shy of the world record listed by the Great Pumpkin Commonwealth.
It’s not the first big pumpkin Marsh has grown. One he grew earlier this year was 1,536 pounds, and he had one at 1,488 pounds last year.
Marsh says he doesn’t have any big secrets for growing behemoth squash. He says he buries vines as they grow so they get double the amount of roots, and uses a lot of organic fertilizers.
Damn! That sucker is friggin’ huge. If anyone was ever going to do a Barry Bonds-inspired Jack ‘o Lantern, they would be well-served by offering up some cashola to Farmer Marsh. For scale purposes, obviously.
1,674-pound SD pumpkin just shy of world record [Yahoo!/AP]
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While I must question the wisdom behind Eugenia “Gina” Bebis electing to get a White Sox tattoo on her thigh in June, I certainly do not begrudge her for filing a lawsuit against Mystic Tattoo Art & Body Piercing in Chicago Thursday due to the actions of the bumbling tattoo artist who emblazoned her flesh with the Sox logo, Micah St. John. After consulting with Bebis on the design, St. John inked the White Sox tattoo for her, only backwards. D’oh!
Seeking up to $50,000 in damages, the gist of Bebis’ lawsuit (from Chicago Business via Hardball Talk):
Ms. Bebis, 20, alleges in the complaint that she “has had to undergo extensive laser tattoo removal procedures, will require further procedures in the future and will also require a different, larger tattoo to cover up the laser-faded backwards tattoo at issue.”
“My client wants the shop to be accountable for what it did, given how obvious the mistake was to the person inking the tattoo,” Ms. Bebis’ lawyer, Daniel C. Fabbri, said in an e-mail. “She just wants this taken care of, and to be compensated for all that she has had to go through, especially the incredibly painful laser removal process.”
While $50k seems like an awful lot of dough, having to get a tattoo removed is a painful, arduous process. I can speak from experience. Currently, I am undergoing treatments to have my Minnesota Twins tattoo on my back removed via laser procedure. Don’t get me wrong: it’s nice and all and the tattoo artist did a magnificent job. The only problem is when October arrives, it mysteriously and disappointingly disappears after a couple of days, only to reappear again in April, looking as good as new. It is certainly a weird (and incredibly maddening) phenomenon.
Woman alleges ‘Sox’ tattooed backward on thigh [Chicago Business (via Hardball Talk)]













