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Monday, March 7, 2011

Catching up

First off, did you like that ruse I pulled to get Big back?  I hope you did.  I’m gonna get that large man blogging again regularly whether he likes it or not. Admit it, it felt good, didn’t it? 

Anyway, I was out of town last week travelling and under water all weekend, so I missed out on a lot of things.

1. Charlie Sheen. 

Wow.  I refuse to believe any of this is legit. I think he and CBS knows how much Two and a Half Men is lampooned by everyone for being a shitty show that caters to the lowest common denominator and that watching that show regularly is akin to having brain herpes.  I think they crafted this elaborate ruse to rope the cynical viewer in so as to capture all audiences.  All of the stupid people who were already watching will continue watching, everyone else will tune in to see how Chuck Lorre writes himself out of this one.  Combine that with an inevitable book or movie coming out with Charlie Sheen – VIRAL MARKETING ALERT!

Anyway, it’s entertaining as hell, but I don’t buy it for one second.  People are already getting tired of “winning” and “tiger blood”.  The shtick will die when it turns into the next SNL bit and everything will return to normal.

2. Spring Training

Spring training has sprung.  We’re all watching the Rangers with baited breathe.  Will they do a good job?  Will Michael Young turn to cancer? Can CJ hold up the rotation?  Will Colby repeat?  Will Neftali Feliz make a good starter or are we “Joba Chamberlain-ing” him?   Kind of good to hear baseball be at the top of everyone’s sports brains in Dallas in March.  Great for the Rangers, but the Mavs are getting kind of ignored, which sucks.

3. Pluckers opened near me.

Not really much else to say, short of the fact that my wife and I are already regulars. 

Anything else?  No?  Good.  Talk to you tomorrow. 

Friday, August 29, 2008

America, Fuck Yea, with an interesting tidbit

So one of our readers/cementers, Bizzle, has sent us an email, and wanted to share something with the world. Here is his words.

Yo,

So I have a 3rd(?) cousin who is basically a bad ass at every thing he does. Among those is being the first Iowan to climb Mt. Everest. Long story short he's attempting to swim the English Channel sometime this week which would make him the first American to have completed what's called the "Peak and Pond" (climbing Everest and swimming the Channel). I know this isn't along the usual TB&TB agenda, but it'd be cool if you posted it. I wouldn't have sent this except for the whole being "the first American to do it" thing.

Here's a link

-Bizzle

There you go buddy, Go America

Sunday, August 10, 2008

I am Totally Pumped for the Olympics



Normally, the Olympics are Big's thing, and I mock him for it because it's my hobby.

However, I'm totally hooked.

I've watched nothing but Olympic coverage all weekend and I've found myself clapping and screaming like a jack ass for the American team.

USA over China? Awesometown.

Alicia Sacramone and the rest of the women's gymnastics team that isn't legal? Hell yes.

The Brown guy on the men's gymnastics team? Way to represent, home skillet.

Misty May Treanor and Kerri Walsh? Fuck and yes.

Phelps and the bad ass 400 relay team that stuck it to Frenchie? Cook me a bald eagle omelette because I love America.

This is kicking ass and its only day 3. My TiVO is locked and loaded.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Hey, the Olympics start tomorrow

Hat tip: Fan House

So, the Summer Olympics start tomorrow. You know? Big deal, every 4 years, whole world competes? Well, USA Basketball, for a long time was the shit. Now, with the globalization of the sport and success of other countries, Team USA is another cog in the machine. A favorite, no less, but still a cog in the machine.

Well, courtesy of Nike Basketball, allow the soothing sounds of Marvin Gaye singing our nation anthem get you ready for the Olympics.



Bring it on, world.

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