Pineapple Express Has Made It's Way To The Celtics Locker Room

Jan. 14, 2009   Leave a Comment  

Found this today over on Today’s Big Thing and thought it was pretty good. This is the post game press conference from Monday night’s Celtics game and it seems that Paul Pierce and KG toked up before talking with the media. I base this assumption on the laughter that could be straight out of the basement in Grandma’s Boy.

Big Baby Says “Shirtless Summer ‘08″

June 19, 2008   Leave a Comment  

Luckily I work right on Boylston St., so I was able to sneak out for a little bit and catch some of the Celtics’ rolling rally. Paul Pierce and KG held the MVP and Championship trophies respectively, while Glenn Davis just refused to be contained by any sort of fabric. He very well could be the next Matthew McConaughey, living a life void of garments for the upper torso. Live well, Big Baby, may no rules, regulations or restrictions hold you back from showing off that chiseled physique of which so many fans are already aware. Go forth young man and blaze a trail that the population has been yearning for, a world without shirts, may nipples be free.  

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Paula Cole vs. “A Real Singer”

June 17, 2008   Leave a Comment  

Paula Cole just sang the national anthem to game 6 of the NBA Finals. Her big hit came with a little song called “Where Have All The Cowboys Gone.” So, take a step back and reflect on the evolution from James Taylor in Game 1 to all that is Paula Cole in the series clincher. I’m praying for some Bo Burnham next time around.

Doc Rivers Is Ballin’

June 4, 2008   Leave a Comment  

doc.JPGNot only does the Doc have a team in the NBA Finals, no thanks to him, but he just bought a penthouse in the Palms Place in Las Vegas. The jet-setter that I am, I actually had a room booked in this new hotel, however it was not finished yet when I arrived back in March so I had to settle for a suite on the 23rd floor in the old disgusting original Palms. Anyway, Rivers will now be neighbors with Jessica Simpson, a guitarist from Kiss and the recently split Linda Hogan. Doc better watch about running train on Linda, or I’m thinking some “24 inch pythons could be coming to run wild on ya.”

Hazel Moves On

June 3, 2008   1 Comment  

untitled.JPGIt’s being reported that the object of many a Red Sox fan’s affection will be leaving their favorite network, NESN. Mae spent about 4 years at the New England based network after sometime at Rogers Sportsnet in Canada. I was once in a class where Hazel spoke about how she broke into the sports broadcasting field, and was blown away with her answer. Seconds after hearing about how Tina Cervasio spent many years trying to break into the field, taking many low key jobs and countless extra classes, Hazel Mae stood up and said that one day she was just walking the streets of Toronto when someone approached her about hosting a national sports show. I don’t blame them, she kind of looks like Tila Tequila, and has a history of getting down with athletes. The most notable of these rumored flings being the married Terry Francona or the king of weak ass triple-doubles, Ricky Davis. Anyway, there have been rumors in the past of her moving on to ESPN, and I’m thinking she’ll end up on air in October, just in time for the MLB playoffs.

Too Bad He Has Herpes

May 7, 2008   1 Comment  

I am about to post a video that I have seen everywhere today, I’m not sure who posted it first but here were some of the places I saw it With Leather and C-Notes. Anyway, it features is Delonte West while on the Celtics, and I had no idea that this guy was hilarious. If you youtube him, there are countless videos of off the wall comments that make you laugh like you’re watching Grandma’s Boy. He kind of sounds like Leon Phelps, the Ladies Man, which may explain the herpes, but he just reels off absurd comments that make me feel he needs to be on Ritalin in addition to his Valtrex. At one point he says that he met Bugs Bunny, now watch.

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Misery, And I’m Not Talking Kathy Bates

April 14, 2008   Leave a Comment  

42-17131105.jpgForbes just published an article listing what they believe to be the Ten Most Miserable Sports Cities. They based these rankings on different numbers and ratios with pretty much a blatant disregard for these actual misery of the fans in these cities. Evidence supporting this fact being the Atlanta is number 1, with Cleveland and Philadelphia being 8 and 9. Here are my top 5.

1. Cleveland – The Indians were a joke before the Carlos Baerga era, and the constant highlight of MJ’s jumpshot over Craig Ehlo does not help. Not to mention a football team that left and was re-created, while continuing to make fans feel like Tim Couch(pussy who cries) on a daily basis.

2. Philadelphia – When a city is ready to boo Santa Claus, then you know there are some mental issues. Probably the most annoying of all fans, with their constant Eagles chants, while also being the most likely to go home and put on lipstick like Steve Buscemi in Billy Madison and contemplate their “People to Kill” list, #1 – Joe Carter.

3. Boston – Sure this city has been on fire since 2001, but it really does not make any difference for the fans. They’ll still be the first one’s to bitch about officiating or make themselves feel like the victim. It’s kind of like a city full of ex-girlfriends, or more accurately, a city full of Livia Sopranos.

4. Buffalo – Four Superbowl losses on Madden would make me want to kill myself, let alone in real-life. Also, arguably their biggest star was Orenthal James himself. Maybe O.J. could help out Buffalonians, if you know what I mean, when the Bills leave for an actual city(Toronto) in the near future.

5. Twin Cities (Minneapolis, St. Paul) – First of all, there is an identity crisis, which can’t help, kind of like having gay parents, you’re already at a disadvantage. The persona of over-acheiving before under-acheiving has definitely taken its toll, and Gary Anderson‘s Norwood in 1998 doesn’t help. To tell you the truth, they probably would have been higher on the list if it wasn’t for Gordon Bombay and the Mighty Ducks.