I was out last night at Champion’s in downtown Tampa and spotted a few big names in the sporting world. First it was Gary Sheffield with a 10-person entourage in tow. He was managing to fend off some middle aged autographed seekers in order to take as many pictures with girls as possible. Later however as the bar was closing, I not a certain bronzed, slick-haired indivual stroll past straight to the back of the bar. It just so happened to be P Riles and a entourage of his own (fat middle aged white guys). Aside from the sportcoat mafia he was with, I noticed one more man stroll past. My eyes couldn’t help, but stare as the living myth himself, an immortal, Cal Ripken Jr. worked his way to the back of the bar to have a few drinks with Mr. Three-Peat. There could have been a ton of different topics thrown around in their conversation last night, but I think I’m banking that Riley was just throwing out fashion tips left and right.
2009-01-18 Leave a Comment
As you revel in a day of laying on the couch and probably some jacking off to Beyonce in Goldmember on TBS, here is this weekâ€™s wrap-up.
PSAMP – LaMarr Woodley Is A Douchebag?
Sports Rubbish – I Love The BCS Song
Sons of Steve Garvey – Mets’ Pizza Patch The Laughingstock Of Baseball Uniform World
Busted Coverage – Say Hello To Your New 2009 USC Song Girls
Hugging Harold Reynolds – Cooley’s Back Side
The World of Isaac – The 10 Best Sports Movie Coaches
2008-06-17 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 ColeÂ in the series clincher. I’m praying for some Bo BurnhamÂ next time around.