When you look at the 2010 Vancouver Olympic torch, your mind may think it was inspired by a number of things:
- A burning metal stick?
- A straightened boomerang?
- A blunt?
- A joint?
- A hand rolled cigarette filled with bud?
- A roach?
- A doobie, spliff, J, etc?
We get the point Canada . . . way to subconsciously fight for the its legalization during the world’s most sacred game.
America’s most notorious hoopster prima-donna has made his decision to be with Calipari and the Kentucky Wildcats next season. After a small courtship with Baylor, Duke, Memphis, NC State, and Miami, the Raleigh Word of God senior made his decision late last night. According to Wall, it was his personal relationship with Coach “Cal” that helped make the decision so easy. Sources aren’t clear if this relationship means replacing Wall’s 1998 Pontiac Sunfire with a new H2, but with Calipari in charge we can lean towards that assumption. The addition of Wall makes the Wildcats’ starting lineup as:
PG - John Wall
SG – Eric Bledsoe
SF – Jodie Meeks
PF – Patrick Patterson
C – DeMarcus Cousins
I’m sure Ashley Judd is rejoicing over these reports at this moment . . . after all, she’s the only trouble John Wall could get into in that state. Hey oh!
Source : SLAM Magazine ; News and Observer
Amidst the media sploogefest involving the summer blockbuster movies, Hollywood breakups, and shitty television pilots, we all thought for once this year we would be free of Brett Frama (Farve and drama have simultaneously combined through ESPN throughout the last 3 seasons). The man is turning 40 years old . . . his throwing arm has been reduced to a mass of delicious deli meat . . . and his ass was sacked more time than Michael Vick’s last season. Yet despite having the old piece of arm noodle, juvenile Alzheimer’s, and the enjoyment of being “officially” retired for 3 months after the Jets . . . it looks like we’re in for another summer of Brett Farve rumors and rants. FOL.
Dr. James Andrews will be the man responsible for ruining the enjoyment of sports for all of America this summer with the exception of Minneapolis. God, Zeus, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and even fucking Charles Darwin are against the return of Brett Farve from retirement.
If Darwin had observed a studly finch in the Galapagos that spent the first half of its life as the best seed gatherer, then the last half as a scrub only to be revered as talented in the eyes of finch media . . . then he would have shot the bastard for the good of science. Right now, our only hope is that Dr. James Andrews will come to his senses during Farve’s bicep surgery and make him look like Greg “the man whose arm exploded” Valentino. You can’t throw a football with an arm you can’t move. And while Greg Valentino’s arm wasn’t moving due to the Barry Bonds dosages of steroids he was putting into his 5 foot 2 inch frame, Brett Farve still has a similar problem. Like the finches in the Galapagos and all life in general, football is all about evolution and survival of the fittest.
Source: The NY Post
I’m just wondering which Tar Heel had the $1,000,000 bill for Obama to sign.
This year, the Preakness has banned personal coolers in the infield during the race. That means the shit show – port-o-potty running – shitfest will be a little more reasonable this year. When you’re paying $3.50 per beer (which is a great price for a sporting event), one is likely to run out of funds before they blow that 0.36.
These pics are via Deadspin’s “Meet the Preakness Jump guy”
