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By: josh q. public on: Saturday, August 29, 2009 @2:44 pm
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time, I’m living in twilight. -ELO
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! I don’t know what worries me more, Tom Brady’s shoulder, or knowing that Tom Brady takes phone calls from Chad Ochocinco to talk about his shoulder. From Chad’s Twitter account: ”Just got a call back from Tom Brady, says he’s fine and there’s nothing to worry about.” This from the guy who earlier in the night twittered: “Final Destination is fuc^#%^ng awesome, Must see, I give it two legs up including my 3rd leg, wink ” C’mon Tom, use your freakin’ head!
By: josh q. public on: Saturday, August 29, 2009 @1:35 pm
It’s been a long time comin’, my dear. It’s been a long time comin’, but now it’s here. And now it’s here. -Bruce Springsteen
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Well, all day long at school I hear how great Albert is at this or how wonderful Albert did that! Albert, Albert, Albert! And with good reason. Tony LaRussa saidAlbert Pujols is “the perfect player.” Flavor Flav said, “I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect. Peter perfect pimped a perfect Peter.” One thing Albert hasn’t pimped perfectly in quite some time is the almighty walk-off bomb. Until last night that is. Last night Albert Pujols hit the game-ending home run. Sweet sassy molassy! Like my main The Sports Hernia says, “Are you freaking out in your Tommy Herr wig?” That’s the eighth time in his career that Phat Albert has made Cardinals’ fans freak out in their Tommy Herr wigs, but only his first time since 2006. How about that? How about this? There have been 216 walk-off homers in the majors by 159 different players between Pujols’ last two game-ending blasts. That’s a lot of wigs, Tommy Herr or otherwise.
By: josh q. public on: Friday, August 28, 2009 @1:11 pm
No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth. I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort. Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen. And can’t nobody stop the Big Red Machine. -Kane
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Just a quick one. Quick fast in a hurry, don’t worry, Flavor Flav vision ain’t blurry. Last night, Joey Votto hit his 20th bomb of the season. Hooray Joey Votto! Last season, Joey Votto had 24 bombs as a rookie. Hooray Joey Votto again! Johnny Bench never did that. Neither did Tony Perez or Pete Rose. In fact, the last Reds player with 20 homers as a rookie and in the following season was Frank Robinson in 1956. How about that?
By: josh q. public on: Friday, August 28, 2009 @10:33 am
Working my way back to you babe, with a burning love inside. Yeah, I’m working my way back to you babe, with a happiness that died. I let it get away, paying every day. -Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Say what you want about Brandon Marshall. You can say he lolly-gags the ball around the practice field. You can say he lolly-gags his way down the sideline. You can say he lolly-gags in and out of the training room. You can say that makes him a lolly-gagger. I say, at least he’s in camp. Here are some guys who weren’t: Read More »
By: josh q. public on: Thursday, August 27, 2009 @3:11 pm
(Fox 8PM ET) NFL Preseason Football. The Thrills. The spills. Oh, the humanity! I’m watching because I’m rooting for Byron Leftwich. What I saw him do one night in Akron, Ohio will forever remain one of the most heroic performances in all of footballdom. We are Marshall! Read More »
By: josh q. public on: Thursday, August 27, 2009 @1:57 pm
Just some ever lovin’ goodness from the good folks over at the Sporting Blog:
In a related story, the dog of Michael Vick’s leading critic died in a hot car. Apparently, the 16-year-old family dog of the outspoken Robin Starr died in the back seat of her car last week after being left there for four hours on a hot day in Richmond, Va. I’m just saying.
By: josh q. public on: Thursday, August 27, 2009 @12:13 pm
Don’t be afraid, it’s just the cats at play. Don’t be afraid, they do it night and day. How very strange. -John Lennon
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! I used to think Ryan Howard was a chicken I used to think he was a scaredy-cat. Yellow-bellied. A lily-livered varmint. That’s what I thought. I saw it in his eyes. I saw it in his eyes whenever a lefty came in with that slider. Just embarrassing. I didn’t see it last night though. Last night, the Pirates brought in left-hander Phil Dumatrait to face Rhino with the game tied in the 10th inning. Last night, Ryan Howard showed no fear. Last night, Ryan Howard went yard for the winner winner chicken dinner. Baseball’s extra special moment. Before that at-bat, he had not driven in a run in 13 plate appearances this season in which Philadelphia’s opponent took out a right-hander and brought in a lefty to face him. His last RBI in that circumstance was last Sept. 16 when he hit a home run off the Braves’ Mike Gonzalez. Maybe he just ain’t scared no more.
” C’mon Tom, use your freakin’ head!
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