Look, clearly we're all a little biased around here. We don't like turtles so much that the website is named after them. And we hate Duke, and justifiably so. Duke sucks. Just ask Fark. But people at Duke apparently wonder if "ESPN decided that Duke Hating is good for ratings?" and that "there’s no reason why Duke should be ESPN’s whipping boy." That's right, apparently there are some Duke basketball fans who actually think ESPN is biased against Duke Basketball.
What I think this guy is actually complaining about are the occasional instances where, while ESPN has Duke Basketball's d*ck in its mouth, the Dukies might actually be able to feel teeth.
I've used this a couple times lately with no problems, and had yet to had to pay for a rental thanks to some codes you can find here, and here, as well as many other places, I'm sure.
Apparently Marvin Gaye isn't cool, but Debbie Harry is. Also, it seems to help if you're dead . . . and played the guitar.
From the Maryland game yesterday...
Note that the announcers thought it was both a holding call and a block in the back. Stellar staff you have there with Doc Walker "walking the dog" and all of his "key breakers", a term which is still foreign to me. Either way though - that was classic. I knew it seemed familiar - "the business". I found this video from the an old Bills-Jets game. I am easily amused.
They finally made a cocktail I wouldn't want to drink (anything ending in -tini that is not made with gin and vermouth is excepted, because that crap barely counts as drinking). Anyway, what the hell is this?
It's like she's saying, "I have no idea what I'm doing, but I have tits and this is expensive booze, so drink this $9 drink!"
Joe Horn (not the Falcons WR) takes the law into his own hands.
"I've got a shotgun. Do you want me to stop them?"
So, would you want this gentleman as your neighbor?
List of Bizarre Toys. I think I would enjoy the teddy bear gun. And I think Chad would really, really, really enjoy the children's sled.
i don't know about you guys, but this is looking like a fantastic christmas present for some folks...
Casey sent me one of these and I got a big kick out of it. I am pretty sure she actually works in creating them, which is pretty cool. Anyway, I decided that terrorizing all of you with this would be too time consuming, so I figured I would just post it here, and let you terrorize each other and everyone else you know. Also, you all have the chram of a 7 year old boy.
Story about new Guinness ad and video.
A few of you know that we went to the ASU Cal football game last weekend and have asked how it stacks up to UMD games. It was pretty sweet. We went to a game last year when they weren't very good and there was no energy. Big change to this year. It was homecoming, halloween (sort of) and a huge game against a ranked conference opponent. So it was a great scene.
Paige's friend Eryn grew up here and her father was the assistant AD at ASU forever (he's now AD at Ball State), so she knows all the major players in the local sports scene. We couldn't get tickets through her dad, so we just bought them online, so we got upper deck seats. But, she still had the sweetest parking location. We were right in front of the stadium to tailgate. I don't mean Lot 1 close, I mean I could throw a football and hit the turnstile close. But, that also meant were around mostly big shot alumni, far from the beer pong games and what-not of the farther parking lots.
We got there around 4:00 (Paige had a work thing all day) and tailgated until the game started at 7:30. We were there with Paige's friends from work, their friends, families, etc. One girl kept complaining that her mom was trying to get her wasted on jungle juice. Which she was. Luckily for me, Paige stuck to the beer we brought and not jungle juice.
At tailgating though, there was one extreme lowlight. Paige's friend's little brother is a senior there, and their cousin is a freshmen. So there were a bunch of ASU students of varying ages and there. At one point, we were talking to Paige's friend's cousin (who's 18). I was going to offer him a beer and then I realize that if I did and he got into trouble and it came back to me, it might actually cost me my job. God did I feel old.
The game was great - good atmosphere (it was Halloween), quality football, great weather, and best of all, a re-entry policy. That's right. We left at halftime, hit up the beer and snacks outside at our tailgate, and then went back in to the game. Well, some of us did. Others stayed out to tailgate during the second half and were hammered by the time the game was over. Some post-game tailgating went down until we called it a night. All in all, a very good time.
As good as it was, it didn't really compare to what I was used to. It made me miss those days in CP where the grill was greasy, the beer pong was rolling, the batteries in the crappy stereo had to be changed, and there was Purdue chicken as far as the eye could see.