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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Yes, Cuban B!!!


Well? Did you heed my advice and slap together some questionably racist "Cuban B" gear to commemorate the Red Sox recent roster changes? No? Yeah, I didn't think so. But someone on the Interweb will, and the ensuing t-shirts should be sweeter than a free satchel from Mr. Nice Guy. Well, maybe not. But at least they will last a bit longer. Though not that much longer, if I know my Interweb novelty t-shirts. Which I most definitely do...

So I've got thoughts on that, along with some commentary on The Simpsons marathon, the Logan Mankins trade, and a few football futures bets to help get you primed for the upcoming season. If that sounds like your cup'O'tea, then read on, my damies. And if not, then I'm sure there's a dog photo out there that is in desperate need of your approval...

Ahh, yes. So many Interweb choices, yet so little time. Enjoy...

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Big Ted Theory...


Was Larry Bird addicted to cocaine?! My baseless hot take NEXT! Right after this former NFL player gives you an update on NHL free agency...

Man, imagine if real life could be like Boston sports talk radio? Must be nice to create straw man arguments instead of actually doing work and speaking intelligently. Sounds like a pretty good gig, if you ask me. I mean, you definitely have to salute their dedication to laziness, if nothing else. Which is exactly I'll do, by providing you with the latest edition of my summertime smattering...

Oh, and Larry Bird wasn't really a coke head. So no worries there. Though there is new photographic evidence that he might very well indeed be SANTA CLAUS!! MY HOT TAKE NEXT, RIGHT AFTER I DUMP THIS WATER ON MY HEAD SO I DON'T GET ALZHEIMERS!!

Enjoy...

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Remembering Robin And Deconstructing Tony...


So, did you watch the PGA Championship? I certainly hope so. Not only was it one of the few times that one of my predictions of excellence actually came to fruition. But it was also just some outstanding televised sports entertainment. The players (Rory holding off Rickie and Phil), the venue (Valhalla cemented itself as one of golf's premier venues), the broadcast team (No Johnny Miller = good times), and the finish in the twilight (/straight up darkness). This year's PGA Championship really had it all. And if you missed it, you're a Ted. There, I said it. Thankfully, the ratings (up 56% from last year and the highest rated PGA Championship since '08) indicate that you probably were watching. So good on you...

But I'm still wary of all the Teds, out there. And don't think I haven't noticed how you've managed to somehow make the chain letter a new Facebook fad, either. I mean, I feel like someone just renamed the chain letter the "SNAPBACK!" and all of a sudden it's some sort of acceptable practice. But, yeah. I won't rant on that. You Teds wanna dump ice on your head, that's your business. Just please stop making it mine. Oh, and if you really feel the need to donate and help support a cause that's near and dear to your heart. Then try this...

OK, but that's all the time I've allotted to "charity" for the sake of popularity. So I'm movin' on. Unfortunately, not on to anything any more pleasant. But hopefully I can manage to make it interesting. We'll see...

Enjoy...

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Shake Up, Nut Up, & Push Up: The Latest Installment in My Summertime Smattering Series...


Well, I asked the Red Sox to pick a direction. And it seems, via a bevy of deadline deals, that they've answered the call. Still not 100% certain that they're going in a Rooch-approved, win now (as in next year) direction. But that's a question we can't even start to ask if they've answered or not until next year's trading deadline...

Yeah, it's more or less just as muddied as it was before, but for a whole new slew of reasons. Which I'll get touch on in just a bit. I'll  also have some hot takes on the state of golf before the PGA Championship, and an in depth look at whether or not Paul George is actually a racehorse. Pretty shitty name, if that's the case. But I'll get to that. All the while sprinkling in reminders that my high school and (especially) collegiate experiences were even better than the ones you've managed to embellish. That's right. Prepare to be humbled, bitches. OR at least mildly annoyed at my John Football-like sense of self importance...

So read on, my damies. And enjoy the latest edition of my Summertime Smattering...