Working My Way Back to You.  -Frankie Valli

Public Service Announcement:  Albert Jojuan “Don’t call me Joey” Belle.  You remember him, right?  That maniac.  Bud Black, his Cleveland Indians teammate, nicknamed him “Snapper.”  Not for his foundness of fish.  Coach Dave Nelson: “Albert’s snapped at me. He’s gone off at other coaches.  You never know which Albert’s going to show up.”   Yes you do.  It’s this guy right here:          Read More »

Shake me, Shake me.  Baby baby bake me.

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Is this what it comes down to?  The fate of the Red Sox placed squarely on the shoulders of one David Boomer Wells.  Eatn’, drinkn’, fightn’, eatn’ some more,  David Wells?  Tito Francona seems to think so:  “He’s kind of a freak of nature. The asshole can come out there and throw strikes. He gets out of bed, has a beer, whatever, he can throw strikes.”         Read More »

Better Than the Real Thing  -U2

Public Service Announcement:  Ok here we go.  Sheffield out.  Matsui out.  Cano out.  Chacon being sent down.  Damon hurting.  Sturtze is out for the season.  Small has been designated for assignment.  Big Eunuch, win one lose one, ERA 5.25.  Jaret Wrong, 5-5.  Sox destroy the National League.  Win two in a row against the reigning World Champions.  Papi’s hitting a home run every other at bat.  Sox should be up like 12 games, right?  Nope.   Only up 3.          Read More »

Louder Than a Bomb!  -Public Enemy

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Hold on to your hats.  Its duck season.  Free Agent season in the NBA.  Who’s moving and grooving?  Here we go:        Read More »

Now eva since I can remember, I’ve been poppin’ my collar. -Three 6 Mafia

Public Service Announcement:  Ok, here we go! Anatomy of a story:  Flipping around looking for Around the Horn.  On comes Woman’s Golf.  Ughhh.  Wait!  Who’s this little bunny on the 13th hole?  Gulbis is all I get.  Go to my job.  Immediately Google Gulbis.  Natalie Gulbis.  Got it.  Next step, hit images, Natalie Gulbis.  Bingo.  A guy from work walks over.  Who’s that?  Natalie Gulbis.  He now goes to his cubicle and promptly YouTubes her.  Finds this.  Comes back.  Tells me she goes out with Big Ben Rothlisberger.  So naturally, I Google Gulbis and Rothlesberger.  I get this.  All the proof I need.  Now I’m free to write anything I want about these two.  I never have to leave my basement.  I can be as nasty as I want.  What do I care?  I’ll never see them.  I won’t have to face them.  What difference does it make what I say?  This is how Jay Mariotti works.          Read More »