Pralines: We're going to cover the NBA Draft '08 tonight and I want to start this blog off by saying I think Jeff Van Gundy is an absolutely horrible analyst. I hear him talk and I feel like I become a stupider personification. The only reason I like seeing him every now and then is because he looks just like Ted from "Scrubs," and that fun fact warms my heart. Anywho, Not too many surprises so far in the draft, maybe the taking of the Super Lopez Twins taken in the top 15 being a bit of a stretch, but honestly I'm kind of phoning this draft in, with my fourth Keystone Light (who's coincidentally an ESPN sponsor of their draft coverage) open in front of me. The NBA: Where "meh" happens.
Dick: The NBA draft is an entirely different creature than the NFL draft, which gives me reason to keep breathing in the late winter/early spring. The NBA draft is something to watch on a boring summer night, but with so many foreign-born players and freshmen from across the country, it is harder for me to stay into it. I really have a tepid interest in the NBA, and that causes another set of problems entirely. Because NFL games are on 17 weeks out of the year, I can watch a lot of teams and monitor their rosters and needs come draft time. I maybe catch 0.125 of 82 regular season NBA games, and that makes it a lot harder to predict these things.
D: Coming in to the draft, I was holding out hope that the Pacers would pick up D.J. Augustin and either: Robin Lopez, Kosta Koufos, or Roy Hibbert. As little as I know, I did know that they would need a big man and a point guard. So what do they do? They take Jerry Bayless and (indirectly) Roy Hibbert. Good. I like it, but oh wait...they trade Bayless for Jarrett Jack and prodigal son Josh McRoberts. Uhh...what?
P: I'm extremely close to giving up hope on the Birdman and his Pacers. I support them because I'm a homer in a big way (just as I supported the Colts pre-nonsuckiness) but they're not giving me much to hope for here. Larry Bird looks like he's always pissed off, but he's made his bed and he's going to have to lie in it, and right now his bed is full of crap players and a head coach with skunk-hair. Oh and they took some forward from Australia with their second round pick, named Nathan Jawai. He, of course being one of several players selected in the second round with ridiculous names. Jawai joins Nikola Pekovic, Omer Asik, Luc Richard Mbah a Moute, Sonny Weems, Ante Tomic and Goran Dragic. The NBA: Where funny-sounding names happen.
D: They took another foreigner last year, and the consensus from ESPN and Co. was that he would stay overseas for another 3 years or so before coming to the States. Maybe I'm just being naive, and maybe I don't know much about "the modern NBA," but that is boring as all hell. Are any diehard Pacers fans taking down the names of these guys and crossing their fingers waiting for those 3 years to pass until the fruits of drafts past are realized? Really? It just seems like to me that a team like the Pacers who is losing and needs immediate help should draft for right now and not for the next regime, which is what usually happens with these bad teams. Although this Aussie will be shipped up north to Canada, eh, as a part of the J.O. trade.
P: I'm glad we're beginning to totally rebuild with the movement of O' Neal, but I have to agree that the Pacers need immediate help. Besides, these foreign guys flop like it's going out of style, and I hate that. Anderson Varejao and Manu Ginobli are two of the most egregious floppers in the league. Varejao is better known for his hair than his play, but Ginobli is actually a good player and I can't deny his talents (even though I'd love to because I can't stand the Spurs). When he flops, it just undermines his game. The NBA: Where grown men being crybabies happens.
D: I like J.O. both as a player and as a person. He has done very good things for this organization and city, but it was time for all parties to part ways. Good luck in Toronto, big guy. In my opinion, the next move should be removing Jamaal Tinsley from the roster, be it from trade or just cutting him. The Raptors trade brings in a younger and more efficient point guard in T.J. Ford and clears up immense cap room, so we are no longer handcuffed to Tinsley as the starting point guard.
D: Let's just recap what the new roster will look like: Jermaine O'neal and Ike Diogu are gone, Jamaal Tinsley and Shawne Williams are "on thin ice" in Larry Legend's words, we add Maceo Baston, Rasho Nesterovic, Roy Hibbert and Josh McRoberts up front, and throw T.J. Ford and Brandon Rush to a suddenly crowded back court.
P: I'd like to wish Tinsley a good luck as well: Good luck not getting arrested for you and your posse getting shot at in front of a hotel this season, wherever you may be playing. This turned into a Pacers intervention rather quickly, so I'm just going to put out there that I think the Trailblazer are going to be a team to watch next year, along with the Bulls. I mean, their coach is Vinny del Negro, for crying out loud. Awesome name. Even better head of hair. The NBA: Where white coaches named del Negro happens.
D: Yeah, I don't want to turn this into an NBA=Pacers talk as I would with the NFL and Colts, respectively. The Trail Blazers are making trades like they are going out of style. They now have a very physical and young front court with Greg Oden and Joey Dorsey and a young and talented back court with Brandon Roy and Jerryd Bayless. Miami helped their meal ticket D-Wade substantially with the selection of Michael Beasley. I was slightly put off when Knicks fans booed the selection of an Italian small forward, as if New York and Italy don't go together like Chinese food and chocolate pudding...then I remembered that New Yorkers are the scum of the Earth and communicate only in boos. What a unique culture.
P: Yeah, it's an entirely different language of the fans up their in the Big Apple. I just hope for Riles' sake D-Wade comes back fully healthy and avoids injury this season. As for the team formerly known as the Jailblazers, I love Oden, but I don't agree with ESPN's guys assuming he's going to come in and dominate in his rookie season. He'll be good, but don't hand him that Rookie of the Year trophy just yet. The NBA: Where ludicrous expectations happens.
D: Well you have to keep in mind, sweet tasty buttery nougaty Pralines, that this is coming from the same broadcast team that proclaimed last night that Michael Beasley will be an All-Star and Hall of Famer. Yeah...that's logical. He's played 1 year of college basketball. Let's induct him into the H.O.F. Are you fucking kidding me? I know you have to make waves as a talking head, but give me a break. Hyperbole aside, why don't you just tell us the pros and cons of each player and check all this insane future credential nonsense at the door. Don't get me wrong, I think that Beasley is a phenomenal talent and will be a good player, but the Hall of Fame? I just cannot allow that.
P: I concur, Dr. Dickenstein. ESPN's playing the highlights now of the night and I can't get enough of Robin Lopez with a hat sitting on top of his afro. The NBA: Where "They look so damn much like the same person. If you ask one of them if they want ice cream, they both say yes" happens.
D: I have to admit that I have been a Stanford fan for a very long time, and when Brook Lopez slid to 10, I started pondering this vision of Stanford University-East, a.k.a.: the Indiana Pacers. We had the 11th and 17th picks, and we could have taken Brook at 11 and Robin at 17 because, naturally, he is not as good as his brother...
D: Ahh, the best laid plans of mice and couch potatoes.
P: I'm spent. This blog has the Pralines Moderately Sober Seal of Approval.
D: Yeah, I think we covered what we needed to.
P: This is Pralines saying slam that beer, pussy! Goodnight.
D: Have a good weekend, Pralines and our beloved readers. Dick, out.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
I heat up the ice cubes...It's the best of both worlds!
Dick: Well Tiger Woods is still awesome, the Celtics proved once again that defense wins championships, and being fired in the middle of the night while 3000 miles from home is just plain brutal (right, Willie Randolph?). But we don't need to beat those topics into the ground. As we both love sports, and we both love movies, it seems only logical that we discuss the greatest sports movies of all time.
D: I think the easiest way to do it might be sport by sport, and since football is always on the top of my list, I will start there. Friday Night Lights wins because of quotability factor, realistic football action, and humanistic characters. Varsity Blues is a close second, falling short to FNL in all of those categories. The Replacements, while thoroughly enjoyable, is just not realistic at all; from beginning to end, it is just one big "WTF, mate?" moment after another. I like the movie, and I watch it every time it is on (thanks to TBS), but it wins my Golden Raspberry Award.
Pralines: I support those choices. I'm going to drop some seriousness on the world with Rudy. Revived Sean Astin's career, and was the birthplace of the team-up between Jon Favreau and Vince Vaughn. Now to go completely off the charts, I'm going to say Necessary Roughness. Scott Bakula is underrated here as the aging cowboy quarterback who returns to play college ball, with hilarity from Jason Bateman and Rob Schneider as the play-by-play man.
D: When we come upon another sports news drought, I think we should devote an entire blogosphere to football movies. I mean, we didn't even mention Remember the Titans, Invincible, Any Given Sunday, We are Marshall, The Longest Yard (old or new), or even the Waterboy. Come on.
P: Too many subdivisions in the football genre to tap into all of them in one sitting.
D: Of course. Let's see, next in line alphabetically after football is yachting, I'm pretty sure. I don't know any yachting movies though, so I will laud Kingpin as the greatest bowling movie of all time. Honorable mention goes to the Big Lebowski because they do play substantial frames of bowling. Bowling movies must be the key to hilarity. One would be hard pressed to find a more impressive pair of sporting comedies than Kingpin and the Big Lebowski.
P: Oh absolutely. Kingpin I feel is the most overlooked film by the Farrellys. Bill Murray steals it for me as Ernie McCracken ("It's a small world when you've got unbelievable tits, Roy"). The Big Lebowski is amazing on so many levels. Jeff Bridges plays my personal hero as the ultimate slacker/amateur bowler ever dedicated to celluloid.
D: In addition to our football movie roundabout, we should just fill up paragraphs with Kingpin and Big Lebowski quotes...perhaps a "to be continued" on the end of this entry. Who knows?
D: The most obvious golf flicks are Caddyshack and Happy Gilmore. Enough said.
P: Caddyshack is just amazing. Happy Gilmore, while enjoyable, isn't in the same league as Caddyshack. Bill Murray (see a pattern here?) as the insane groundskeeper, Chevy Chase as the club pro/resident ladies man Ty Webb and Rodney Dangerfield are just amazing together onscreen.
D: No arguments there. I will be the first to admit that I generally favor newer movies to old, but Caddyshack blows Happy Gilmore out of the water. Hands down.
D: Let's see...baseball brings us to Major League. Bull Durham deserves mention, but cmon. Major League. How good is Major League? I also can't help but notice that my movie choices started out quasi-serious and have since plummeted into "best sports comedies." That's just who I am. I'm sorry I'm not sorry.
P: I enjoyed an Indianapolis Indians game last night and the whole time I wasn't sipping on Coors Light drafts, i was quoting both Major League and Bull Durham. Bob Uecker as Harry Doyle is tremendous as the drunken announcer, but I think what makes it work is the ensemble cast. I mean clearly this is Charlie Sheen's best work besides Hot Shots, and it's Corbin Bernsen's best work, well, ever.
D: For some reason, and I honestly cannot explain why, my favorite line comes in the final game against the Yankees when the NYY first basemen asks Wesley Snipes/Willie Mays Hayes, "Going somewhere, meat?" To which WS/WMH replies, "About 90 feet." Like I said, I cannot explain why, but that is my favorite line out an entire movie of great lines. Weird, I know.
P: Harry Doyle: "The Duke is the league's triple crown winner, leading in saves, strikeouts per inning, and hit batsmen. This guy threw at his own kid in a father-son game."
D: "How would you like to manage the Indians this year?" "Gee, I don't know."
P: Since we're not technically throwing out all serious sports movies, I'd feel bad if I didn't namedrop the following titles: For Love Of The Game, Field Of Dreams, and The Natural. Oh, and Rookie Of The Year and Little Big League and Angels In The Outfield, but for entirely different reasons. Those three movies are links to my childhood and reminders of how my tastes in films have grown over the years.
D: Rookie of the Year is good. I give it 2 thumbs up for 2 main reasons. First is the quote "Funky butt-lovin'" and the second is Daniel Stern. Daniel Stern is like a poor man's Steve Buscemi. By that I mean he is always funny, even though his roles are usually minimal, save for Bushwacked and Home Alone. But those are fucking funny anyway.
P: Indeed. He makes City Slickers watchable. Hopefully our support here can get him more roles.
D: What the hell happened to him? I can't think of anything he's done in the last decade. That sucks.
P: Another subdivision to delve into would be Will Ferrell sports comedies. Talladega Night: The Ballad Of Ricky Bobby led the way and is probably the most well-known, but I think people are too quick to dismiss the genius of both Blades Of Glory and Semi-Pro. People need to preface their viewings with the mindset that they are separate, stand-alone films and should be enjoyed as such, and not just Ricky Bobby on ice skates and on the
D: I have to admit that he plays the same character in a different uniform with a different voice, but the movies are still funny. Just because they are unoriginal doesn't mean they are ungood. They can, in fact, be unungood, and they are unungood. I'd also like to throw out a last minute salute to the Mighty Ducks as my favorite hockey movie.
D: And Kicking and Screaming...wow Will Ferrell makes a lot of sports movies.
P: EMILIO! Yes, he as former pro hopeful turned lawyer turned kids hockey coach Gordon Bombay (great name) is amazing. D2 isn't bad, but The Mighty Ducks 3 is super lame. Kicking and Screaming works mainly because of Robert Duvall and Mike Ditka as grizzled old neighbors that hate each others guts.
D: I'm not crazy about Kicking and Screaming, as it is inevitably one of Mr. Ferrell's ungoodest works, but it does grow on you. I hated it after the first viewing, but I'm up to about 4 viewings now, and I kinda like it.
P: Agreed. It takes a while for the funny to seep through, but overall it's a solid picture.
D: Will Ferrell calling Coach Ditka "juice box" makes it worthwhile, if for no other reason than a similar situation on the streets would result in a giant can of whoop ass being opened.*
P: Well, with this being the most scatterbrained blog we've done to date, at least we walked away with a plethora of future blog topics to dive into more detail. Shall we end this tea party?
D: I don't see much good coming out of a continuation. It's bad enough that I'm stone cold sober and blogging on a Friday night. I feel it best to limit myself to one sadsack behavior at a time. Have a good weekend, Pralines.
P: Until we blog again, Dick.
*Everyone wave goodbye to juice box! Literally wave. DO IT! Parents too! Everyone waves.
D: I think the easiest way to do it might be sport by sport, and since football is always on the top of my list, I will start there. Friday Night Lights wins because of quotability factor, realistic football action, and humanistic characters. Varsity Blues is a close second, falling short to FNL in all of those categories. The Replacements, while thoroughly enjoyable, is just not realistic at all; from beginning to end, it is just one big "WTF, mate?" moment after another. I like the movie, and I watch it every time it is on (thanks to TBS), but it wins my Golden Raspberry Award.
Pralines: I support those choices. I'm going to drop some seriousness on the world with Rudy. Revived Sean Astin's career, and was the birthplace of the team-up between Jon Favreau and Vince Vaughn. Now to go completely off the charts, I'm going to say Necessary Roughness. Scott Bakula is underrated here as the aging cowboy quarterback who returns to play college ball, with hilarity from Jason Bateman and Rob Schneider as the play-by-play man.
D: When we come upon another sports news drought, I think we should devote an entire blogosphere to football movies. I mean, we didn't even mention Remember the Titans, Invincible, Any Given Sunday, We are Marshall, The Longest Yard (old or new), or even the Waterboy. Come on.
P: Too many subdivisions in the football genre to tap into all of them in one sitting.
D: Of course. Let's see, next in line alphabetically after football is yachting, I'm pretty sure. I don't know any yachting movies though, so I will laud Kingpin as the greatest bowling movie of all time. Honorable mention goes to the Big Lebowski because they do play substantial frames of bowling. Bowling movies must be the key to hilarity. One would be hard pressed to find a more impressive pair of sporting comedies than Kingpin and the Big Lebowski.
P: Oh absolutely. Kingpin I feel is the most overlooked film by the Farrellys. Bill Murray steals it for me as Ernie McCracken ("It's a small world when you've got unbelievable tits, Roy"). The Big Lebowski is amazing on so many levels. Jeff Bridges plays my personal hero as the ultimate slacker/amateur bowler ever dedicated to celluloid.
D: In addition to our football movie roundabout, we should just fill up paragraphs with Kingpin and Big Lebowski quotes...perhaps a "to be continued" on the end of this entry. Who knows?
D: The most obvious golf flicks are Caddyshack and Happy Gilmore. Enough said.
P: Caddyshack is just amazing. Happy Gilmore, while enjoyable, isn't in the same league as Caddyshack. Bill Murray (see a pattern here?) as the insane groundskeeper, Chevy Chase as the club pro/resident ladies man Ty Webb and Rodney Dangerfield are just amazing together onscreen.
D: No arguments there. I will be the first to admit that I generally favor newer movies to old, but Caddyshack blows Happy Gilmore out of the water. Hands down.
D: Let's see...baseball brings us to Major League. Bull Durham deserves mention, but cmon. Major League. How good is Major League? I also can't help but notice that my movie choices started out quasi-serious and have since plummeted into "best sports comedies." That's just who I am. I'm sorry I'm not sorry.
P: I enjoyed an Indianapolis Indians game last night and the whole time I wasn't sipping on Coors Light drafts, i was quoting both Major League and Bull Durham. Bob Uecker as Harry Doyle is tremendous as the drunken announcer, but I think what makes it work is the ensemble cast. I mean clearly this is Charlie Sheen's best work besides Hot Shots, and it's Corbin Bernsen's best work, well, ever.
D: For some reason, and I honestly cannot explain why, my favorite line comes in the final game against the Yankees when the NYY first basemen asks Wesley Snipes/Willie Mays Hayes, "Going somewhere, meat?" To which WS/WMH replies, "About 90 feet." Like I said, I cannot explain why, but that is my favorite line out an entire movie of great lines. Weird, I know.
P: Harry Doyle: "The Duke is the league's triple crown winner, leading in saves, strikeouts per inning, and hit batsmen. This guy threw at his own kid in a father-son game."
D: "How would you like to manage the Indians this year?" "Gee, I don't know."
P: Since we're not technically throwing out all serious sports movies, I'd feel bad if I didn't namedrop the following titles: For Love Of The Game, Field Of Dreams, and The Natural. Oh, and Rookie Of The Year and Little Big League and Angels In The Outfield, but for entirely different reasons. Those three movies are links to my childhood and reminders of how my tastes in films have grown over the years.
D: Rookie of the Year is good. I give it 2 thumbs up for 2 main reasons. First is the quote "Funky butt-lovin'" and the second is Daniel Stern. Daniel Stern is like a poor man's Steve Buscemi. By that I mean he is always funny, even though his roles are usually minimal, save for Bushwacked and Home Alone. But those are fucking funny anyway.
P: Indeed. He makes City Slickers watchable. Hopefully our support here can get him more roles.
D: What the hell happened to him? I can't think of anything he's done in the last decade. That sucks.
P: Another subdivision to delve into would be Will Ferrell sports comedies. Talladega Night: The Ballad Of Ricky Bobby led the way and is probably the most well-known, but I think people are too quick to dismiss the genius of both Blades Of Glory and Semi-Pro. People need to preface their viewings with the mindset that they are separate, stand-alone films and should be enjoyed as such, and not just Ricky Bobby on ice skates and on the
D: I have to admit that he plays the same character in a different uniform with a different voice, but the movies are still funny. Just because they are unoriginal doesn't mean they are ungood. They can, in fact, be unungood, and they are unungood. I'd also like to throw out a last minute salute to the Mighty Ducks as my favorite hockey movie.
D: And Kicking and Screaming...wow Will Ferrell makes a lot of sports movies.
P: EMILIO! Yes, he as former pro hopeful turned lawyer turned kids hockey coach Gordon Bombay (great name) is amazing. D2 isn't bad, but The Mighty Ducks 3 is super lame. Kicking and Screaming works mainly because of Robert Duvall and Mike Ditka as grizzled old neighbors that hate each others guts.
D: I'm not crazy about Kicking and Screaming, as it is inevitably one of Mr. Ferrell's ungoodest works, but it does grow on you. I hated it after the first viewing, but I'm up to about 4 viewings now, and I kinda like it.
P: Agreed. It takes a while for the funny to seep through, but overall it's a solid picture.
D: Will Ferrell calling Coach Ditka "juice box" makes it worthwhile, if for no other reason than a similar situation on the streets would result in a giant can of whoop ass being opened.*
P: Well, with this being the most scatterbrained blog we've done to date, at least we walked away with a plethora of future blog topics to dive into more detail. Shall we end this tea party?
D: I don't see much good coming out of a continuation. It's bad enough that I'm stone cold sober and blogging on a Friday night. I feel it best to limit myself to one sadsack behavior at a time. Have a good weekend, Pralines.
P: Until we blog again, Dick.
*Everyone wave goodbye to juice box! Literally wave. DO IT! Parents too! Everyone waves.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Welcome Back, Coxer
Dick: Well here we go, after an unnecessarily long layoff. Pralines, Tim Donaghy has been making a lot of waves as of late, and you can't have an NBA finals series without talk of rotten officiating, so lets dish. First thoughts?
Pralines: my first thoughts are that i miss being in tennessee in a cabin up the side of a mountain with satellite tv AND the nfl network AND a pool table which was glorious (uber digression). but honestly, i don't back stern's approach (and the approach of the majority of commissioners when faced with harsh allegations) of just dismissing it like officer barbrady. "ok people. nothin' to see here. move along folks."
D: Yeah, he's taking the defense attorney tactic and just destroying Donaghy's credibility. I firmly believe that if you have nothing to hide, you face problems head on. This makes me think that there may be a more deeply rooted problem than just Donaghy. I read today that the feds were asking a lot about Dick Bevetta, he of the race vs. Sir Charles Barkley fame. Bevetta is like 80. I certainly hope he's not the mastermind behind the corrupted officials. Oh well.
P: i hope not as well. bevetta is one of the more well respected officials ou there right now. it might be that stern's right about donaghy's allegations, but instead of just pushing the usual holier than thou perception stern gives off when answering any questions about his league, he needs to show the fans that he's willing to address an issue that has been on people's minds for some time now. even if stern's right about donaghy, perhaps he's not willing to allow an outside entity to examine the league because of other transgressions happening that he is more than well aware of.
D: Maybe Stern is the ring leader. It makes sense: he's a native New Yorker, he tries his damnedest to keep a squeaky clean image, he denies problems like it's his job, and he hires guys named Donaghy and Bevetta to run the games. I'm on to you, Stern. I'm on to you.
P: and it looks like he's set a bad example for wet behind the ears commish roger goodell. he's behaving in a very sternish manner so far in his career. destroying the spygate tapes? really, rog? come on. we all know there are issues in all major sports, but officials rigging games (possibly on orders from the league itself) is unbelievable to me. teams or players cheating the game is one thing, but the league sabotaging it's own playoff system is a whole 'nother level of retardation. we're talkin' timmy and lords of the underworld retarded.
D: Ribrawr-timmawr. And let's not forget everybody's favorite scape-goat: Bud Selig. Whenever something goes wrong with MLB, and there are plenty of instances, Bud is usually to blame. For instance, the tie in the All Star game a few years back? Come on now. Calling his own efforts to see Barry Bonds hit the record breaker "herculean." Seriously? Sitting in luxury suites watching the game you supposedly love as one of its most polarizing figures breaks the most prestigious record the game has...that's herculean? Methinks not. They can't all be Paul Tagliabue, but they shouldn’t all be Bud Selig either.
P: Tagliabue did work on a level that Mr. Big Black himself would be proud of. i think with the mlb, nfl and nba, they are all worried about outdoing one another in the business-end of the world, so it leads them to make decisions a drunken fratboy would call "questionable." but let's look at the nhl. like the smartest/loneliest guy in class, sitting alone, occasionally talking (to no one), but that kid, while demented and sad, knows it's place and is willing to accept it and is all the more happier for it.
D: NHL will never be prom king here in America, and NHL is ok with that. It stands to reason that I don't know the NHL Commish's name. I sit at the cool table. NHL eats its dessert alone like Steven fucking Glansberg. To go back to Bud for a second, I have to ask your thoughts on bringing replay into baseball. Yay or nay?
P: baseball is already slower than molasses in winter (i dunno, i guess it's some kind of saying or whatever), but using it to determine home runs or fair and foul balls isn't a bad idea. using it to determine balls and strikes or outs is the worst idea since breakin' 2: electric boogaloo.
D: That's my opinion. Leave the sacred "human element" in the game as far as balls and strikes go, but why not make sure it really is a home run and not fan interference or a ground rule double? That would only help the game, would it not?
P: i agree, since those aren't judgment calls, but facts. i think facts are important, right?
D: I'm not a doctor, but I've always found facts to be important. They seem to have some weight behind them.
Unrelated side-note: Boston just came back from the dead and stuck it to Jack Nicholson and the rest of Lakerland. I couldn't be happier.
P: thank goodness. it was looking pretty bleak. i love me some nicholson ("I must be crazy to be in a looney bin like this") , but the lakers aren't winning this finals.
D: Right, I have no problem with Jack. He's a good man. I just hate Kobe and the Lakers. I'm not crazy about Boston either, but they are the lesser of 2 evils. I want the Boston 3 Party to get a ring. They deserve it.
P: the luckiest guy on earth right now? scot pollard. sat on the bench for most, if not all of this season, and is going to get a ring.
D: I envy guys like that more than anything in the world. I would honestly love to be Jim Sorgi, as strange as it may sound. He has the greatest job in the world, and he has a Super Bowl ring. What a dick cheeseburger.
P: or whatever. well, like peter griffin when he saw "failure to launch" at the movies, i'm done. good blog, all around. neat-o gang.
D: I can't believe it's been like 3 weeks since we did this. Way too long for my liking. But that's an issue for another day. Later, amigo.
D: PS: thanks for picking up my Airheads quote. Well done.
P: peace, dick. "wrong dickhead. trick question. lemmy is god."
D: I’M GONNA STAB THEIR HEADS OFF! With what? WITH MY DICK!
*obligatory footnote
Pralines: my first thoughts are that i miss being in tennessee in a cabin up the side of a mountain with satellite tv AND the nfl network AND a pool table which was glorious (uber digression). but honestly, i don't back stern's approach (and the approach of the majority of commissioners when faced with harsh allegations) of just dismissing it like officer barbrady. "ok people. nothin' to see here. move along folks."
D: Yeah, he's taking the defense attorney tactic and just destroying Donaghy's credibility. I firmly believe that if you have nothing to hide, you face problems head on. This makes me think that there may be a more deeply rooted problem than just Donaghy. I read today that the feds were asking a lot about Dick Bevetta, he of the race vs. Sir Charles Barkley fame. Bevetta is like 80. I certainly hope he's not the mastermind behind the corrupted officials. Oh well.
P: i hope not as well. bevetta is one of the more well respected officials ou there right now. it might be that stern's right about donaghy's allegations, but instead of just pushing the usual holier than thou perception stern gives off when answering any questions about his league, he needs to show the fans that he's willing to address an issue that has been on people's minds for some time now. even if stern's right about donaghy, perhaps he's not willing to allow an outside entity to examine the league because of other transgressions happening that he is more than well aware of.
D: Maybe Stern is the ring leader. It makes sense: he's a native New Yorker, he tries his damnedest to keep a squeaky clean image, he denies problems like it's his job, and he hires guys named Donaghy and Bevetta to run the games. I'm on to you, Stern. I'm on to you.
P: and it looks like he's set a bad example for wet behind the ears commish roger goodell. he's behaving in a very sternish manner so far in his career. destroying the spygate tapes? really, rog? come on. we all know there are issues in all major sports, but officials rigging games (possibly on orders from the league itself) is unbelievable to me. teams or players cheating the game is one thing, but the league sabotaging it's own playoff system is a whole 'nother level of retardation. we're talkin' timmy and lords of the underworld retarded.
D: Ribrawr-timmawr. And let's not forget everybody's favorite scape-goat: Bud Selig. Whenever something goes wrong with MLB, and there are plenty of instances, Bud is usually to blame. For instance, the tie in the All Star game a few years back? Come on now. Calling his own efforts to see Barry Bonds hit the record breaker "herculean." Seriously? Sitting in luxury suites watching the game you supposedly love as one of its most polarizing figures breaks the most prestigious record the game has...that's herculean? Methinks not. They can't all be Paul Tagliabue, but they shouldn’t all be Bud Selig either.
P: Tagliabue did work on a level that Mr. Big Black himself would be proud of. i think with the mlb, nfl and nba, they are all worried about outdoing one another in the business-end of the world, so it leads them to make decisions a drunken fratboy would call "questionable." but let's look at the nhl. like the smartest/loneliest guy in class, sitting alone, occasionally talking (to no one), but that kid, while demented and sad, knows it's place and is willing to accept it and is all the more happier for it.
D: NHL will never be prom king here in America, and NHL is ok with that. It stands to reason that I don't know the NHL Commish's name. I sit at the cool table. NHL eats its dessert alone like Steven fucking Glansberg. To go back to Bud for a second, I have to ask your thoughts on bringing replay into baseball. Yay or nay?
P: baseball is already slower than molasses in winter (i dunno, i guess it's some kind of saying or whatever), but using it to determine home runs or fair and foul balls isn't a bad idea. using it to determine balls and strikes or outs is the worst idea since breakin' 2: electric boogaloo.
D: That's my opinion. Leave the sacred "human element" in the game as far as balls and strikes go, but why not make sure it really is a home run and not fan interference or a ground rule double? That would only help the game, would it not?
P: i agree, since those aren't judgment calls, but facts. i think facts are important, right?
D: I'm not a doctor, but I've always found facts to be important. They seem to have some weight behind them.
Unrelated side-note: Boston just came back from the dead and stuck it to Jack Nicholson and the rest of Lakerland. I couldn't be happier.
P: thank goodness. it was looking pretty bleak. i love me some nicholson ("I must be crazy to be in a looney bin like this") , but the lakers aren't winning this finals.
D: Right, I have no problem with Jack. He's a good man. I just hate Kobe and the Lakers. I'm not crazy about Boston either, but they are the lesser of 2 evils. I want the Boston 3 Party to get a ring. They deserve it.
P: the luckiest guy on earth right now? scot pollard. sat on the bench for most, if not all of this season, and is going to get a ring.
D: I envy guys like that more than anything in the world. I would honestly love to be Jim Sorgi, as strange as it may sound. He has the greatest job in the world, and he has a Super Bowl ring. What a dick cheeseburger.
P: or whatever. well, like peter griffin when he saw "failure to launch" at the movies, i'm done. good blog, all around. neat-o gang.
D: I can't believe it's been like 3 weeks since we did this. Way too long for my liking. But that's an issue for another day. Later, amigo.
D: PS: thanks for picking up my Airheads quote. Well done.
P: peace, dick. "wrong dickhead. trick question. lemmy is god."
D: I’M GONNA STAB THEIR HEADS OFF! With what? WITH MY DICK!
*obligatory footnote
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