Wednesday, September 23, 2009

World's Best Kisser

Bubbles the dog.

How drunk do you have to be to let this happen? I mean, I've made a few regrettable, drunken decisions in my day (shuddering as I experience 'Nam-like flashbacks to the 12th grade...), but everybody knows if you're gonna hook up with someone that your friends might not approve of, you have to at least take it to a dark and borrowed bedroom, don't you? It's hooking up 101 as far as I'm concerned...

Thanks to Q-ball for the link.

Bruce Springsteen is 60...

So you're scared and you're thinkin' that maybe we ain't that young anymore...

What can you say about The Boss that hasn't already been written in this forum? He is quite simply the greatest there ever was, and the greatest there ever will be.

Happy 60th to Bruce Frederick Springsteen...

Friday, September 18, 2009

Fred Cusick and Bobby Orr

What would you give to be able to watch Bobby Orr play in his prime? I know a lot of the dotcomrades out there are old enough to have witnessed the greatest Blueliner to ever lace'em up; but I have to say, there isn't a YouTube montage of Bobby Orr that I come across that doesn't leave me shaking my head in complete and utter disbelief.

How was it ever possible for a Defenceman to play hockey the way he did? Simply breathtaking.

It should be noted that I came across this clip courtesy of The Sports Guy, who had a beautiful obituary for the late, great Fred Cusick at the end of his most recent column, the contents of which can be read below:

From the time I was little through my mid-20s, Fred Cusick announced Bruins games and began to feel like a member of my family after a while. One of my first TV memories was Bobby Orr going coast-to-coast as Cusick narrated the play, getting more and more excited and finally finishing with a "Scooooooooooooooooore! Bobby Orr!!!" Every kid in Massachusetts played street hockey and screamed that out after every goal. Fred and Bobby were like peanut butter and jelly. Someone even made a YouTube montage about them called "SCORE! BOBBY ORR!"

Fred's style was part Vin Scully and part Gus Johnson: perfect pipes and the ability to rise to the occasion for big moments. He had different levels of excitement, with my favorite being the "Yes, one of our guys is beating the hell out of one of their guys!" level. Fred loved the fights. He couldn't hide it. He turned every donnybrook into an HBO boxing event. He stopped announcing as many games when he hit his mid-70s, finally retiring altogether in 1997, to the chagrin of everyone. Bruins games never felt the same. Johnny Most may have been the most famous Boston announcer ever, but Fred Cusick was the best.

One thing I don't understand about the current sports generation: Local announcers don't seem to matter as much. Maybe the best ones go national, or maybe so many games are televised it's impossible for anyone to stand out. Fred Cusick stood out. Sadly, he passed away this week at the age of 90. Like every other Boston fan, I heard the news and felt like someone punched me in the stomach. Other than Marv Albert, he's my favorite announcer ever. RIP.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

The NFL Returns to a TV Near You

Gus Johnson officially welcomed back the NFL this afternoon with this pretty standard call on a rather ho-hum play in the Broncos-Bengals game.

One of my favourite parts of the NFL season; aside from watching 12 hours of football every Sunday while sitting on my couch hungover and in nothing but my underwear; is the trash talking text messages that invariably wind up going back and forth betwixt my various die-hard friends. My favourite today came from my buddy Browner (a Colts fan... and you think you know a guy...), who at 12:22 sent me the following text:

Enjoy the last 42 minuts that the Bills are in a playoff spot.

Ouch. That one stung a little.

Thanks to Flats for the link.

Bonus Coverage:

A particularly classy Bills fan gives you his pick for the Monday Nighter...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Public Service Announcement - How To Shotgun a Beer

I had a drunken phone call from my buddy Dunner on Friday night. There was a heated debate raging between him and an associate regarding the proper way to pull the occupying troops out of Iraq... But once they had settled that particular quandary, they moved on to a philosophical dispute that is as old as time itself: What is the proper way to shotgun a beer?

For the good of mankind, I have decided to post the following educational video, in the hopes that we, as a society, can once and for all put our differences aside and begin ridding the world of hunger and disease:

"Gandhi...... Crocodile-Done-Dee..."

By the way... I'm 31.

Fun and Excitement in Winnipeg


Cornerback Adam Jones, released by the Dallas Cowboys in February, has agreed to a one-year deal with the Winnipeg Blue Bombers of the CFL...

The Cowboys acquired Jones from the Tennessee Titans during the draft in April 2008, after he was suspended by the league for the entire 2007 season following multiple off-field incidents while with the Titans.

But during the 2008 season, Jones was suspended for six games by the NFL after getting into an alcohol-related scuffle in October with a team-provided bodyguard at a Dallas hotel. He spent part of that suspension in an alcohol rehabilitation program.

Before going to Dallas, Jones was arrested six times and involved in 12 instances requiring police intervention after Tennessee drafted him in the first round in 2005...

But John Murphy, Winnipeg's director of player personnel, called the acquisition of Jones a "win-win" situation on and off the field, according to

"... There isn't a better football player who's not in the NFL, at 25 years old, who's ready to play football, is going to play with a chip on his shoulder, and is going to bring some fun and excitement to our team, our locker room, our city, and our league."

Apparently the good people of Winnipeg have a different idea of what constitutes "fun and excitement".

In a related story, the Philadelphia Human Society is calling this "the perfect gift for the pooch that has it all":