We use the same joke as the fat middle-aged data entry clerk in our office when we ask her how her day is going (even though you really don’t care) to bring you our favorite links from the weekend.
Edit Note: Apologies for the absence the last few days. Real life and a continual bout with self medication found both Mr. Medallion and me unavailable. We promise to come strong this week with a couple SEC spring practice reports, including one from Mr. Medallion straight from the spread-happy plains of Auburn.
One of the greatest sentences ever written: “Police shot McCants with the Taser gun, debilitating him with volts of electricity, after he threw a pair of pliers, a screwdriver and a crack pipe at an officer, nearly hitting him in the head.”…and scene.
And in more Starkville news, unable to fit into his uniform anymore, Ron Polk announces his resignation as Bulldog baseball coach at the end of the season.
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By now youve probably seen the new Nike Sparq commercials that feature the likes of LaDanian Tomlinson, Adrian Peterson, Kevin Durant, and some hot soccer chick we dont know because soccer is something 7 year olds are forced to play and not something grown men watch. While the commercials really dont convey what all Sparq entails (maybe it does and we were drinking at the time, who can really say) apparently Uncrate has uncovered the mystery…sort of.
What the hell is all that stuff? Is that athletic training equipment or some sort of toy chest for an aspiring Shanghai Seductress? I am assuming that Nike brand lubricant comes complimentary. Our safe word will be Phil Knight.
Limo ridin’, jet flyin’, kiss stealin’, wheelin’, dealin’ son of a gun
Conventional speculation has this Sunday’s Wrestlemania XXIV marked as the final performance of the greatest wrestling icon of a generation, “The Natureboy” Ric Flair. While there is a bit of speculation about whether Flair, now 59 (Age note: Space Mountain may not be the newest ride in the park, but it still has the longest lines…Wooo!), will actually hang up his sequined robes, all seems to be set up for Flair to finally leave the ring that he has ruled for over 35 years. Prior to Wrestlemania, the 16-time Heavyweight Champion of the World (Mandatory note: Woooo!) will be inducted into the Wrestling Hall of Fame. Recently, the Dirtiest Player in the Game spoke to The Sporting Blog’s Spencer Hall about his upcoming match and overall career.
To honor the great Ric Flair, a man who, like many kids in the south who grew up watching TBS in the 80’s, we speak of in a tone of great reverence and admiration (a kind of tone that is usually reserved for the likes of Burt Reynolds and Dale Earnhardt), we present to you a few of our favorite Flair moments over the years…after the jump.
Jay Barker is just like you and me. When he wakes up in the morning he puts his pants on one leg at a time. Except when he puts his pants on he wins National Championships and marries hot country singers.
People (We just love the “Stars: They’re just like us” section) is reporting that the former Alabama quarterback and current Birmingham radio host, is set to marry smoking hot and recently divorced country star Sara Evans. Back in 1992, Barker, the goody goody mop top from Trussville, Alabama, kept the legend of Bear Bryant’s corpse alive by leading the Crimson Tide to the title over the Miami Hurricanes. Barker still holds the all-time highest winning percentage by an Alabama starting quarterback (what no Andrew Zow?) with a 35-2-1 mark.
Enjoy more pictures of Sara Evans…for research purposes of course.
In a story that only seems plausible if Samuel L. Jackson is somehow involved, Andy Bacas, the Varsity Crew Coach at Yorktown High School in Arlington , Va, was bitten by a ten inch pigmy rattlesnake that somehow found its way into his suitcase (Im looking at you Leon Schuster) after returning from a rowing trip in South Carolina.
We use the same joke as the fat middle-aged data entry clerk in our office when we ask her how her day is going (even though you really don’t care) to bring you our favorite links from the weekend.
Stephan Curry, who we alerted you to in our Tourney preview, drops 70 points in two tournament games and gets Davidson College to the Sweet 16. Dude is a stone cold killer, an unassuming assassin who takes pleasure in imposing his will on others. So basically he’s Nico Toscani…without the sweet pony tail. I fully expected him to scream “You guys think you’re above the law. Well, you ain’t above mine!” when he hit that late 3 Sunday.
Erin Andrews speaks to her alma mater’s journo department about the rigors of being the object of my affection. Also mentions something about being a reporter.
Woman of the Week: Yet another British invasion this week with the ridiculous Gemma Atkinson. We thoroughly enjoy these candids of Ms. Atkinson, released by her handlers into the wild, left to taunt onlookers and scare nursing infants.
Also just wanted to say thanks and welcome to the throngs of people who have come by the site in the last week. Stick around, it’ll only get stupider.
Any video involving grown men playing with dolls, that doesnt involve GI Joe (now with real ninja action!), is more than a little creepy . But when the NCAA and CBS’s television contract exercises its gestapo-like control over game highlights, sportscasters have to resort to any means necessary in order to bring the game to the masses. Case in point, NBC17 anchor Penn Holderness (Chest Rockwell was, of course, already taken) steals his daughters dolls (and apparently some comic book nerd’s Michael Myers action figure) in order to give his Raleigh-Durham audience the highlights from the Duke-Belmont epic.
We think all highlights should be done this way (or with rollerskating cockatoos) — its much more entertaining than highlights from the actual game. However, we would have cast the stuffed bunny to play Greg Paulus, contingent upon his flopping ability during auditions.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, may I present to you Exhibit A (from today’s Bear blowout at the hands of Purdue) for why we did not attend Baylor University…yeesh.
Seems the football crowd leaves much to be desired as well..
We are merely an hour or so away from arguably the greatest four day stretch in the sporting calender. The opening round of the NCAA’s is really unmatched for rapid fire drama and excitement. Most of us will be slightly distracted at work as we are trying to fool the work filters into allowing live feeds from games or constantly refreshing the Scoreboard page on ESPN. Some of the lucky few either took off work, feigned illness, or think full time employment is for suckers and so they’ll be parked on their couch or bellied up to the closest bar to watch their brackets fall apart (Stanford, don’t you even think about laying an egg!). Even others will be on site, dipping their toes directly into the madness. But the great ones…the truly wise among us, will spend the extended weekend in the arms of the warm embrace that is legal sports wagering, most notably those who will be huddled in the sportsbooks littered across Las Vegas.
Seriously, can you think of a better place to be than in the Bellagio Sportsbook (our personal favorite) during all of this? Sure some of you might say you’d rather be at the games themselves, but honestly, think about this for a second, would you rather be on hand to see Mount Saint Mary’s get steamrolled while eating stale nachos and washing it down with $8 beer or sitting in a comfy leather chair rooting for the over in the same game as aspiring actress/dancer Misty, who is just working here to pay off that pesky community college tuition, brings you a gin and tonic? Exactly.
While we’ve never been to Vegas during March Madness, we did spend a spring break during our college years in the Bahamas, at a resort with, whadoyaknow, a sportsbook and casino. We paid for the entire trip by the first day (thank you Weber State!) and didn’t see the beach the entire time we were there, which we believe is both pathetic and exemplary.
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