A cool story about family, tragedy and a minor league catcher
Check out the "random celebrity observations" that Reilly makes in his latest column. Is it just me, or is he starting to sound like Bill Simmons?
Cyde has some technical blog stuff for those of you that are interested
This one isn't for the kids. However, it's one of the funniest things I've ever read
I have a conspiracy theory. I think this blog is the anonymous work of the Mottram brothers. Whoever is writing it is doing a fantastic job though.
Cool Boxing Rumor
This is Funny
The Rangers are so silly
District of Columbia Only: Czaban talks about the cancellation of The First Team. In fact he is quite candid which leads me to believe that he won't lose any of his sass now that he works for Dan Snyder.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Hyperlinks: The Death of Sportstalk 980
Labels:
Dan Snyder,
links,
Sportstalk 980,
Steve Czaban,
WTEM
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Quote of the Week (month?)

It's been a while since I've done this feature on the blog which is surprising because almost every week someone says something to someone else. However, it is appropriate that I've waited so long to post one of these because Paul Hornung's latest quote is Quote of the Month-material.
When commenting on the current state of the NFL, Hall-of-famer and former NFL golden boy, Paul "Horny" Hornung had this to say:
“Oh hell you could. You’re in such good shape, are you crazy? When you’re 24-years-old, you weigh 215 pounds, you can work out every day of your life, you could make love to five girls a week and play 44 games of football. Hell.”
Speak for yourself buddy, I'm out of breath when I have to pull that damn lever on the slurpee machine and I'm only 22.
mmmmm... Slurpees...

So, who do you think is most likely to be living the Hornung lifestyle of Booze for breakfast and dames for lunch? Don't limit yourself to the NFL here.
My Vote: Christopher Cooley.
Labels:
Chris Cooley,
nfl,
Paul Hornung,
Quote of the Week,
the fast life
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
One Long Tuesday Night

Tuesday night,
Nothing to do,
I’ll watch the All-Star game,
And have some brews.
It’s normally dull,
Annoying as hell,
But usally not
Played this well.
Fox really sucks;
Joe Buck is a hack,
McCarver’s retarded,
The production is whack.
The scoring starts slow,
Gaining with time,
Going back-and-forth,
Just like this rhyme.
Into extras,
The plays jaw dropping,
In and out of jams,
Flash bulbs still popping.
Entering the 13th,
Bud Selig appears,
It looks like he wants to go,
And end it right here.
Why the long face?
Looking suicidal,
This game is amazing,
I can’t even stay idle.
The Flat Breezy appears,
Throwing the cheese,
He blows ‘em away,
And buckles their knees.
Uggla makes another E,
His 3rd of the game,
This isn’t the way,
He wanted to get some fame.
Another stolen base,
This time by Drew,
Still no McCann,
What’s a Braves fan to do?
Marmol on the bump,
Did he deserve his roster spot?
No, Not a chance,
But that fastball was still hot.
More Yankee Stadium BS,
They’ve done it a ton,
When this game is over,
Can it please be done?
Grounder to short,
Young eats it up,
Sherrill’s through another,
Yeah, this kid is tough.
Sportscenter is weak,
It’s on the other TV,
They’ve got nothing to cover,
Except meaningless Marcus Camby.
Martin still in,
Catching for Webb,
If McCann isn’t hurt,
I want Clint Hurdle’s Head.
To 15 we go,
Kazmir is in,
Uggla is up,
To the NL’s chagrin.
I keep hearing the word “tie,”
Even though this is baseball.
Damn you Bud Selig,
You changed it all!
Bottom 15,
A B-Mac sighting,
Brad Lidge comes in,
And the AL comes up fighting.
Ludwick with the dive,
Showing some skill,
He may be unknown,
But he’s still here to thrill.
For unknown reasons,
The camera suddenly loves Youk,
All the Yankee/Red Sox attention,
Makes me want to puke.
With Drew back in the box,
The game on the line,
Lidge we have a problem,
You just bounced it 3 times.
Bases juiced for Young,
Looks like a sac fly,
Morneau just gets in,
Hart’s throw was just off line.
A marathon game,
This time it counted,
No matter the consequences,
At least no one got routed.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Denial is the First Step
In fact, that might be giving him too much credit. We’ve actually seen David Stern do his best impersonation of an alcoholic who won’t get help.
It is said that when someone has a problem they have to hit ‘rock bottom’ before they are willing to fix it. Anyone who knows someone with an addiction knows this moment well.
A while ago, a study came out that showed conclusively that there was racial bias in the calls that NBA referees made.
Stern ignored it.
Then the Donaghy (part I) scandal went to the presses.
Stern ignored it.
In the most recent NBA Finals, Bill Simmons (and many others) were able to correctly predict which referees would be assigned to Game 3.
What was Stern’s response? You guessed it; he ignored it.
Mr. Stern, if you were not at rock bottom before, now you should be. You see, Tim Donaghy, the referee that Stern portrayed as a “rogue”, “acting alone”, has hit rock bottom.
That is a problem for David Stern. Donaghy-gate pt. 2 is on the horizon. The NBA has two choices:
1. Deal with this problem. Take the initial backlash on the chin. Become a better league.
David, this is an intervention. It’s time for you to get help.
Labels:
David Stern,
Donaghy,
NBA,
problems
Monday, July 14, 2008
'Skins Sign Colt Brennan
Labels:
Colt Brennan,
Jim Zorn,
The Redskins,
West Coast Offense

