JORDAN SHIPLEEEEEEEY! This is simultaneously the worst and greatest thing ever. You gotta love the overconfidence here, as well as the uncomfortable amount of man-love floating through the content of this song. MC Howley, you’re the greatest.
We’ve posted in the past about Calcio Fiorentino (or, Calcio Storico, Fight Football, Harpastum, Phaininda, or whatever), and it still looks more or less the same, as games go. I came across a couple videos and a website, http://www.fightfootball.tv, that seems to imply that they’ve actually organized a league in order to attempt to capitalize on the sport in some way or another.
Gone are the weird jester pants and the sawdust field; it appears that they’ve added MMA gloves to the players, which means no more knuckles busting on faces (boo). Other than that, it looks to be the same–rugby with a boxing/rumble from The Outsiders twist. This promo had me drooling:
…and then I found full matches online. This is in Italian, so beware:
I think that there are only two teams for the moment, which is a shame. HOW ABOUT FIELDING A TEAM, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA? I WANT TO ROOT ON MY COUNTRY IN FIGHT FOOTBALL. NOW.
So this isn’t really “new;” TCM gave you the heads up in May, as seen here. But seeing how the Associated Press, MSNBC, and other liberal, state-controlled, Zionist media sources are just now getting around to reporting this, we figured we’d jump on the friendly reminder bandwagon.
You can read the full story here. Or, for the Cliff’s Notes version:
The Kids in the Hall = awesomeness
They made a new mini-series that has already aired in Canada. But no one lives there other than Nickelback and WWF legend The Mountie.
That mini-series, called “Murder Comes to Town” is coming to the US. It premiers Friday, August 20th on IFC. As in, the channel, not the mixed martial arts league.
Don’t say we never help. You can check out the trailer on the full story here. Have I mentioned the full story is here? Click on one or all of the uses of “here“. We need the traffic up in here.
And you can watch one of The Mountie’s most memorable matches from 1992 here. Just kidding. It’s the same goddamn link.
Kurkjian sitting with the damning evidence. From ESPN.com.
Earlier this week we saluted the case of OCD that turned into a seriously awesome piece of artwork. But this is on a completely different level of messed up.
ESPN baseball genius Tim Kurkjian estimates he has lost 40 days of his life to his obsession with baseball box scores. Since 1990, he has clipped the box scores for every game and taped them into a spiral notebook.
Holy shit. Twenty years of box scores. For every game. Get ready for a block quote festival because Kurkjian’s confession is awesome, creepy, hilarious and pathetic all at the same time.
On one memorable night in 2002, I went to bed at 11 o’clock, realized in horror I had forgotten to do my box score book, got dressed, clipped and taped my box scores, then lay down for a restful six hours of sleep as my wife looked at me and wondered how she could have married such an unfathomable geek.
Wow. 20 years of clipping out box scores and taping them. That’s a lot of tape. That’s a lot of pairs of scissors.
Since 9/11, I estimate having lost at least six pair of scissors because I forgot to remove them from my bag.
Kurkjian’s tortured soul was recently forced to give up this obsession. He blames the
flagging newspaper industry.
Budget cuts forced his local paper to go to press earlier, which means west coast games didn’t make it in. So he had to wait 24 hours for the next paper to play catch-up with those box scores. It became unmanageable. But omens presaging the end literally came crashing down even before that.
I probably should have quit my obsession in 2004 when I returned home from a trip….My closet was a shambles, the top shelf had collapsed from the weight of 15 years of box-score books, two books per year, a total of 30. My suits were on the floor, covered with plaster and covered with box scores from 1990. Two suits were ruined.
So, I came across this not-news item yesterday and there are a lot of things about it that leave a bad taste in my mouth. For those not wanting to click, here’s a quick summary.
You might not know this, but TEBOW played at PBS on Sunday.
Some unnamed, then named, then unnamed-again Cincinnati reporter asked Tebus for an autograph, which he signed.
The masked reporter then got booted by Broncos PR peeps.
Deadspin’s report first named Chick Ludwig as one of the culprits, along with an apparently unknown photographer. This didn’t seem to jibe, as Chick’s been around a long time and, despite being a more or less dreadful writer who seems a bit full of himself, has been around way, way too many football players to just up and do that. In other words, he knows better. To top it off, he wasn’t even there–which makes it even more difficult to do such a dumb thing.
So, who did do it? Who asked Tebow for an autograph in front of his/her colleagues? I don’t expect other reporters to out one another (that’d be stupid), but it’s a pretty bush/lame move nonetheless. Too, it’s one of poor taste (yeah, I hate Tebow almost as much as you).
But the question remains–so I thought it’d be a good idea (well, maybe not a good idea, but you get the picture) to make a list of Cincinnati reporters who might have access to the Denver locker room–and a little help with this list would be nice, too.
Here goes:
Seg Denison
Brad Johansen
Dave Lapham
Ken Broo
George Vogel
Geoff Hobson (how classic would this be?)
Mo Egger
Lance McAlister
Joseph Fuqua II
Paul Daugherty
Could it just be some 21-year-old kid who WEBN or Q102 or some other radio station sent out to get something signed for a giveaway? KEEP YOUR EARS PEELED FOR A TEBUS GIVEAWAY, PEOPLE.
…and I’m sure that there’s no shortage of other people I’ve never heard of who had access to that room. Anyone?
