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Friday, October 26, 2007
TMI? Yeah, TMI.
Wow, I'm not sure what to say. I've known about That Guy's hatred of the 8:30 first pitch. I completely agree. It's a shame that the owners and players and MLB executives have all become whores. They take the money and don't really care what they have to do to get it. It's primetime and if they can make money on the tv deal, they will (at the expense of losing the youngest generation of fans).
The reason I'm at a loss for words is the last statement. I really didn't need to know that. Life is hard...that's all you had to say man, really it was.
As a disclaimer, I also feel it necessary to state the fact that I am happy with life. I just choose to let my displeasure and fault-finding tendencies show themselves more than my joyful side. It's not nice to accuse, even if you're doing it to invoke a response. It hurts man, it hurts.
The reason I'm at a loss for words is the last statement. I really didn't need to know that. Life is hard...that's all you had to say man, really it was.
As a disclaimer, I also feel it necessary to state the fact that I am happy with life. I just choose to let my displeasure and fault-finding tendencies show themselves more than my joyful side. It's not nice to accuse, even if you're doing it to invoke a response. It hurts man, it hurts.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I Can't Believe What I Just Heard
Oh, and a little P.S. to my last post. Is it just me, or is Fox finally getting it when it comes to broadcasting baseball. Ok, let's forget about my-head-is-to-big-to-fit-in-this-pressbox Joe Buck. Or his broadcast partner (who's head might literally be too big to fit in the pressbox) who just talks all the time about pratically nothing. But, I have been very impressed with the much more appropriate World Series music during those special video montages coming back from break. Don't get me wrong... I love the rock-and-roll like the next guy and I think it fits in for the World Series as well. But it's nice to mix in the more traditional stuff sometimes. I keep expecting Roy Hobbs to hit one into the lights.
So, there's a Cheer to go with my previous Jeer.
And yes, I am the best there ever was!
So, there's a Cheer to go with my previous Jeer.
And yes, I am the best there ever was!
All Night Long
Maybe that's the problem with America these days... not enough Parcheesi being played.
Ok, so it took me a few days to really figure out what's bugging me. I'm not like This Guy. I am pretty much happy with how life is. But everybody has something to bitch about every once in a while, right? So, here goes with me.
It is 10:06 p.m. on the East Coast and Game 2 of the 2007 World Series is only in the bottom of the fifth inning. If it continues to be a pitcher's duel (thank goodness for that, by the way), the game should get over around 11:30. Now, I know I don't have a job. But my little one still gets me up pretty early. I also know that this has been talked about for a long time, but it's finally time to do something about it. Start the damn games earlier! As each year goes by the game of baseball is losing young fans to football and other rediculous sports that you don't have to think when you watch them.
Ok, so that wasn't very eloquent, but that surely has been bugging me lately.
Remember, life is hard, but so am I.
Ok, so it took me a few days to really figure out what's bugging me. I'm not like This Guy. I am pretty much happy with how life is. But everybody has something to bitch about every once in a while, right? So, here goes with me.
It is 10:06 p.m. on the East Coast and Game 2 of the 2007 World Series is only in the bottom of the fifth inning. If it continues to be a pitcher's duel (thank goodness for that, by the way), the game should get over around 11:30. Now, I know I don't have a job. But my little one still gets me up pretty early. I also know that this has been talked about for a long time, but it's finally time to do something about it. Start the damn games earlier! As each year goes by the game of baseball is losing young fans to football and other rediculous sports that you don't have to think when you watch them.
Ok, so that wasn't very eloquent, but that surely has been bugging me lately.
Remember, life is hard, but so am I.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Parcheesi?
Who in the hell still plays parcheesi? Oh, and I guarantee it took That Guy at least 5 minutes to punch the right numbers into the calculator to get 9003 hours.
We'll be introducing a new segment sometime before the end of the week. It's really going to be my favorite (not that we have a whole heck of a lot of them) considering it's basically all about bitching. We haven't decided on a name, but I like-- What's bugging you?
If you are asking yourselves, "what could that possibly be about?"
Then, you should probably just answer yourselves by saying, "Oh, it's just This Guy and That Guy bitching about something." Because you'd be correct.
So, to get things started; hey, That Guy, What's Bugging You?
We'll be introducing a new segment sometime before the end of the week. It's really going to be my favorite (not that we have a whole heck of a lot of them) considering it's basically all about bitching. We haven't decided on a name, but I like-- What's bugging you?
If you are asking yourselves, "what could that possibly be about?"
Then, you should probably just answer yourselves by saying, "Oh, it's just This Guy and That Guy bitching about something." Because you'd be correct.
So, to get things started; hey, That Guy, What's Bugging You?
Monday, October 22, 2007
I'd say it's been a while...
Millions were clamoring for a return and now they are finally rewarded. Not sure this is much of a reward, but at least the hate mail will stop. Wow January 10th was the last post. A lot has happened since then... babies, diapers full of s%^t, and new siding. Oh yeah, and Hillary is YOUR President of the United States... wait, that hasn't happened yet? Oh, well it will soon enough.
Only 375 days or 9003 hours (if you count things that way... why would you count things that way... anyway) until election day and another Clinton in the White House. Get out the Parcheesi, it's going to be a party that night.
Only 375 days or 9003 hours (if you count things that way... why would you count things that way... anyway) until election day and another Clinton in the White House. Get out the Parcheesi, it's going to be a party that night.
Sorry for not being there...
I know, it's been awhile. For that, I am very sorry. I have disappointed the many readers of this fine blo--oh who am I kidding...nobody read the first month of posts anyway, but we're back anyway. Stay tuned-- can you tune to the internet?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Internet TV
This is amazing...absolutely amazing. Why didn't I assume this was going to happen? The interweb and TV combining to become one huge conglomerate. It's happening and soon you will not know the difference. Well, maybe you will.
Anyway, Turner broadcasting has launched a new website today that defies the laws of the television medium as we know them. It's TV on the Internet. For an example see below:
Now, you won't find these shows on any network. But who needs a network. They're funny.
Anyway, Turner broadcasting has launched a new website today that defies the laws of the television medium as we know them. It's TV on the Internet. For an example see below:
Now, you won't find these shows on any network. But who needs a network. They're funny.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Barry Bonds...enough already
I promise that this blog will consist of things other than sports- I swear it will. Really. But since we're on the topic, there are many athletes that I can't stand. There is probably one in each sport that I can say is the one I hate the most. But unequivocally Barry Bonds is the single athlete that I wish was dead. He's breathing in air (even if it is San Franciscan) that could be used for someone who deserves it.
So he failed an amphetamines test-- meaning he used them, which by the way is illegal in baseball now (well, sort of-- you get a warning and are subject to monthly tests for 6 months-- what happens in the 7th month?). He's a cheater, plain and simple. He's a loser. I would like to offer some advice to each and every pitcher that will face Bonds this year. You don't have to get him out, you don't have to intentionally walk him. Do you really want to make facing Bonds easier? Then there's one solution. Bean him. Fastball. Direct to the melon. I'm not saying just hit him in the leg, or the back, go for the FACE (actually aim for the neck or shoulder he'll be more likely to turn his head into it then).
Now, I don't normally advise people to harm others (there are exceptions). This is one of those exceptions. He's hurting a great game. Why hit him? Because he's old-- he'll eventually get injured and won't be able to recover. If he does recover, he's cheating so then you can suspend him. All Hank Aaron fans will be happy- that record won't be broken. Now, I do admit this will put Bonds's name in the record book (for most HBP). That's ok, he won't be forgotten as it is, so you may as well link him to something that ends his career. Oh wait, he already has. His stats stopped counting when he put on that 25 extra pounds of muscle.
So he failed an amphetamines test-- meaning he used them, which by the way is illegal in baseball now (well, sort of-- you get a warning and are subject to monthly tests for 6 months-- what happens in the 7th month?). He's a cheater, plain and simple. He's a loser. I would like to offer some advice to each and every pitcher that will face Bonds this year. You don't have to get him out, you don't have to intentionally walk him. Do you really want to make facing Bonds easier? Then there's one solution. Bean him. Fastball. Direct to the melon. I'm not saying just hit him in the leg, or the back, go for the FACE (actually aim for the neck or shoulder he'll be more likely to turn his head into it then).
Now, I don't normally advise people to harm others (there are exceptions). This is one of those exceptions. He's hurting a great game. Why hit him? Because he's old-- he'll eventually get injured and won't be able to recover. If he does recover, he's cheating so then you can suspend him. All Hank Aaron fans will be happy- that record won't be broken. Now, I do admit this will put Bonds's name in the record book (for most HBP). That's ok, he won't be forgotten as it is, so you may as well link him to something that ends his career. Oh wait, he already has. His stats stopped counting when he put on that 25 extra pounds of muscle.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Stupid Card Weekend
This Guy (or is it That Guy) has it right. The NFL should stand for Not For Long. Meaning, people may finally be realizing how crazy this league really is and finally stop watching the rediculous league. I am not sure how many people know how out of control the NFL is. These guys control everything. Do you know there's an NFL official who sits up in the booth and monitors the league's uniform policy? Guys get fined for playing with their shirts untucked or if their socks fall down. You know that woman that's in the Cambell's Chunky Soup commercials. Maybe she should play the role of that league official. She could yell at the players when their shoes come untied. And just ask Jim McMahon about that headband. I mean... come on... these guys play a game where you roll around on the ground (sometimes even in mud). Sometimes it makes sense if a sock falls down or your belt is a little loose.
This Guy is right. Maybe you should start celebrating everything you do on the job. Take a stand and be just like your favorite football player. If you like Ray Lewis, be like him. Every morning when you come into work, have your co-workers put on your favorite song really loud and start gyrating around. And when you sit at your desk, start yelling at your co-workers and try to pump them up.
Hey, everybody already has a T.O. on the staff that they can't stand. Do the right thing and bad mouth him in the next employee newsletter. And remember, if your sales numbers are bad enough, you might even get to have your boss fired.
Long live Seacrest. And god bless Paul Harvey!
This Guy is right. Maybe you should start celebrating everything you do on the job. Take a stand and be just like your favorite football player. If you like Ray Lewis, be like him. Every morning when you come into work, have your co-workers put on your favorite song really loud and start gyrating around. And when you sit at your desk, start yelling at your co-workers and try to pump them up.
Hey, everybody already has a T.O. on the staff that they can't stand. Do the right thing and bad mouth him in the next employee newsletter. And remember, if your sales numbers are bad enough, you might even get to have your boss fired.
Long live Seacrest. And god bless Paul Harvey!
Monday, January 08, 2007
Wild Card Weekend!?!?!?
Well, it's come and gone. Yet another week of exciting football. Winners are the Patriots, Colts, Seahawks, and Eagles. My question is not what game will you be watching next week, or who are you rooting for? It is simply...why do you even care? Pro football has lost something, and I don't know how to get it back (do I really want to?)--the fantasy season is over...I've won (for the first time since 2001 mind you) and I no longer care about the NFL. Maybe it's the rediculous thought that should you bad mouth an official you get fined (I also detest the NBA). Maybe it's that you can't celebrate after a touchdown-- NO, THAT'S NOT IT, it's the fact that each and every NFL "star" celebrates EVERYTHING (and it's creeping into college ball). So in a letter to every NFL player I simply ask-- isn't that your job? Don't you get paid a large amount of money to do this? I certainly don't jump up and down and play a fake guitar (see D'hani Jones of the Eagles) when I send an email or hang up the phone after a conversation. Grow up. Earn a little respect for the game. Not that it's that great of a game to begin with.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
A little too literal...
So, I'm going to be the typical male and complain about tv commercials about feminine products. Why must they advertise? Half the country's population uses them or will (you know who you are, you know you're probably going to use whatever is in the house when you first need them.) But last night while my wife and I were watching TV, (something we do way too much of...but that's a different post) I saw a new one. Yes, a new way to advertise a product. A product that I always knew how it was used. It was a home pregnancy test. Everyone knows you pee on the stick. Nothing new there-- but do you really have to show a stream of liquid hitting the stick?? That's conventional wisdom. That's how they work! I don't need the visual reinforcement! I did learn something-- now you don't have to compare on the box if it's a plus or minus sign or blue or pink or whatever the hell else there was before. Now it simply reads pregnant or not pregnant. Uh oh, what about the people who can't read?
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