Check out the dude on the left side of the photo wearing No. 2. He can barely keep a straight face while President Bush delivers a speech prior to Navy’s football game against Army.
We’d like to note that we feel kind of bad for the poor guy wearing the coat on the right that’s getting smothered by W’s talk bubble.
We know that a list citing the best minor league team names has been done many times before. But our loyal readers (both of them), have demanded that we put our spin on such a list. And who are we to disappoint our readers?
#5: Savannah Sand Gnats
We usually leave links to YouTube videos for our weekly “Surfing the Web” feature. But when we saw this one we had to bring it to you right away. Normally, a well-endowed woman could say whatever she wants and we’ll find her attractive. But this video borders on impossible to watch. Not only does she have difficulty reading her cue cards, but she obviously doesn’t know what she’s talking about. “Joe Torray”? Really? Is he French now? And you call yourself a Yankees fan? We can’t believe we are saying this, but we’d rather a little less hot and a little more intelligent.
Hockey players have to buy holiday gifts too, which puts the newly out-of-commission Sean Avery in a pickle as the time to drop cash on Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa presents rapidly approaches.
But Avery is as innovative as he is annoying and lewd. Rather than sit around and collect dust during his hiatus from the Dallas Stars for vulgar comments geared towards one of his ex-flames (Full story), the former New York Rangers’ instigator has opened his own dot-com business that promises to help guys have their former girlfriends hate them half as much as the entire United States hates Sean Avery right now.
We copped this card from a dude who was passing them out on the street near MSG the other night. Now that we think of it, that dude could very well have been Avery.
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Plaxico Burress has been
everywhere lately – the TV, the newspapers, blogs, in my nightmares. And, actually, it’s not just lately, it’s
been all season. From Plax’s disregard for Giants’ team policy to
fines, suspension and finally popping a cap into his own thigh; well, we’ve
finally had enough of this guy. Granted, Burress’ bonehead moves provide
us with material on a weekly basis, but we just can’t take it any longer. The guy needs to go away.
We understand that Jared
used to be the size of a monster truck and has now shrunk to that of a Mini
Cooper. For downgrading from pants that could blanket a small village, we
commend him.
Dude, you’re insane on the court. No doubt about that. But Chuck Barkley’s right, you need to shut the hell up about your plans for 2010. Just keep scoring at will and do something we have never seen in a game like a 720 dunk from the three-point line, but please keep your yap shut about the future.
Many times, the gossip
focuses on the enormously popular and heavily political Triple H, husband to
WWE Princess Stephanie McMahon. Since inserting himself into the royal family
of pro wrestling in 2003, Mr. H has been criticized by dirt sheet “journalists” about the perks he receives from being married to WWE Chairman Vince McMahon’s
daughter.
She’s crazy.
She’s pregnant. She’s getting divorced. She’s pregnant again. She’s shaving her head! She looks loopy on stage performing one of her formulaic pop musical ditties at some lame awards show. She’s admitted to a problem. She’s finding her inner self. She’s releasing a new record. She needs more money!
Whether or not Brit is
locked up in the loony bin doesn’t stop us from watching sports, but she still needs to take a hike. We’re asking from the bottom of our black heart’s to please keep her off of our television sets unless it’s the replay of the “Baby One
More Time.”
Chad Johnson or Chad Ocho Cinco
Chad: Play football. Score
touchdowns. Do your dances. Win championships, then talk as much as you want. But
you’re a Bengal, and that’s in the cat family, which associates you
the Lions. That means no talking.
Shaq & Kobe
Shaq and Kobe don’t play on the same team anymore, and haven’t for a few years now. The bottom line is that the story is tired and the inability for the press to conjure up new material to draw readers back to their fledging magazines and newspapers highlights exactly why certain publications will be going the way of the banking and auto industries sooner rather than later.
Barry Bonds
Whether or not Bonds will join the ranks of baseball’s elite is yet to be determined, and if he does, then a whole new crop of arguments can surface (or the same ones repackaged). Now it’s up to the league and those who make those types of choices to decide, so hopefully the rest of us can move on and find someone else to devote our time too. Stories about Bonds are all old hat, and since that hat belongs to Bonds, it means the stories have been stretched very thin to keep pace with his ever-growing bulbous melon.
The Max 