Archive for May, 2009

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

fran-tarkentonFRAN TARKENTON A STOIC HERO TO THE HOPELESS AND DOWNTRODDEN. In a radio interview, the Hall of Fame scrambler of legend called Brittfar’s three-ring retirement circus “despicable” and that he hopes Favre signs with the Vikings “so he can fail”. He also goes on to note that Brett has made more stupid plays than any other QB ever. Well, Fran, I hope you know some other baron you can acquire land from because you’re about to blackballed by this one. [Sports Radio Interviews via tWWL]

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Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

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Last week in the sexbag (by the way, send on your sexy preguntas here for inclusion in tomorrow’s column) Ufford chastised a Pittsburgh fan for asking whether it was okay to hate on Bill Cowher for sounding the conference championship losing alarm in Carolina when the Penguins were their opponent.

Well Ufford may love freedom and cat-related viral videos, but he hates on the ‘Burgh with regularity and he is wrong wrong wrong on this one. See, what instances like this do is allow the fan (i.e., me) some extreme catharsis. And since I don’t get laid because I’m a filthy blogger, that’s the best I can get.

Here’s the thing: Because Chinny up there was coach of the Stillers for 14 years, that’s a long stretch of being forced to apologize for his inveterate conference title choking and his Jon Scheyer-esque propensity for making stupid faces in photographs. And now, because he went and did this (Yes, there’s betrayal involved – it’d be one thing if he coached the Panthers, but the fact that he bought a home in Cackalacky and went to NC State back in the day doesn’t trump his connection to Pittsburgh sports, and, besides, having him do it is an obviously ploy by the Hurricanes to stick it to Pittsburgh fans), I am freed to mock him without compunction for looking like he’s about to about to hulk out out of his stupid red shirt and have his big chiclet teeth ravage downtown Raleigh.

So when KOGOD says in the photo he looks like he’s taking George Clooney’s Burn After Reading sybian chair for a spin, I can laugh without qualm. And laugh I shall YOU BIG RETARDED CHOKING KORDELL DEEP THROATING CHINNY ASSBAG!

Whew. That felt good.

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

martybAnd here’s your Martellus Bennett Deadcast. Why can’t black people swim? Do black people eat brunch? Would Marty B stick it to Queen Latifah? What’s the ratio of fat chicks to hot chicks outside the Cowboys locker room? These questions and more will all be answered by me and the Cowboys tight end. Get listenin’ here.

Jimmy’s Been Watching You. Jimmy Wants To Make You Rich. You’re Just Jimmy’s Type.

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Jimmy Johnson owns two Super Bowl rings, which he won while the head football coach with the Dallas Cowboys. He owns an NCAA championship ring, which he won while the head coach with the Miami Hurricanes. He’s best known these days as a commentator for the NFL on Fox Pregame Show, where he joins Curt Menefee, Terry Bradshaw, Howie Long and Michael Strahan to analyze the day’s football games.

I’m listening.

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Peter King Puts the ‘Anal’ in ‘Tom Brady Analysis’

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

tom-brady-pkThis week in “Proof that the Media Should Think Twice Before Sending Press Releases to Blogs,” a kindly Director of Communications at Time Inc. made sure that KSK was made aware that Tom Brady is on the cover of this week’s Sports Illustrated (his 11th appearance on the cover! That’s more than Cheryl Tiegs!).

It’s the first extended interview Dreamboat’s given in almost a year, and SI turned to its biggest non-stroke-impaired NFL writer for the heavy lifting: Peter King.  (”That Brady’s so cool he keeps Kit Kats from melting on a summer day!”)  From the press release:

Exuding confidence in his surgically rebuilt left knee, Brady tells SI that his recovery is on schedule and that he is running and cutting without pain or restricted movement. King writes: “He was convincing when he said he was ‘as confident as anyone could be that I’ll be ready to play, back to playing normally, when the season starts. I’ve done everything I could to push myself, sometimes too hard. Right now, I’m doing everything. Literally everything. There’s nothing I can’t do.’ ”

Brady tells King that he has learned much about himself during his forced layoff and that he is so anxious to play again that he looks forward to the grind of two-a-days. “‘When I was playing every week, I bitched about the little things,’ he said. ‘Like, God, we’ve got to go outside today? It’s raining! Or, why is Bill dunking the ball in soap? Or, why do we have a meeting at 7:30 to talk about everything we’ve already talked about. Geez! Then when you’re not playing, you realize that you would [gladly] do any of that—whatever they wanted me to do.’ Brady drew an analogy based on his parenting experience with his 21-month-old Jack. ‘I don’t see him everyday”—Brady shares custody with former girlfriend Bridget Moynahan—‘and we play when I change his diaper: lifting his leg up, playing with his toes, biting his feet. There’s a different appreciation. If you had him every day, you’d go, Let’s just get this done. But when you get him, say, one week a month, you’re like, This is so cool!’ ”

“If I had to be a parent every day, it sure would get boring!”

In addition, Brady tells King that he’d like to play for 10 more seasons: “I want to play until I am 41. And if I get to that point and still feel good, I’ll keep playing. I mean, what the hell else am I going to do? I don’t like anything else. People say, ‘What will you do after football?’ Why would I even think of doing anything else? What would I do instead of run out in front of 80,000 people and command 52 guys and be around guys I consider brothers and be one of the real gladiators? Why would I ever want to do something else? It’s so hard to think of anything that would match what I do: Fly to the moon? Jump out of planes? Bungee-jump off cliffs? None of that s— matters to me. I want to play this game I love, be with my wife and son and enjoy life.”

Hmmph.  All in all, he sounds disgustingly well adjusted for a two-time Super Bowl MVP/baby-daddy of a Hollywood actress who instead got married to a supermodel.  And that’s probably the most infuriating thing about Brady: for all the “Best Dressed Man Alive” articles and goat-holding photoshoots, he never comes across as an ignoramus or a total asshole.

Which is why we should hate him even more.

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

mattjones‘He’s so white, he could snort himself.’ Fans of white receivers with substance abuse issues fear not, because your poster boy will not be suspended for violating the terms of his drug program. Matt Jones’ agent Dave Butz tells ESPN, “That’s the main message — that Matt will be available to any team looking for a proven receiver.” The secondary message? Being white in the NFL is awesome! [ESPN]

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The Emo Eagles Are Still Coming to Grips

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

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Song: “I Caught Myself” — Paramore
Mood: Wistful for an era long before I was born

It’s been a while since I last committed feelings to web page but, if there has been a lapse in time, it was caused the heavy stock taking of anguish that occurred in the wake of Brian Dawkins departure from the Iggles. In the long sleepless nights since, if I’ve even been able to manifest feelings into words, they connect awkwardly (and I know of awkward connections) in broken sentences shot through with emotion and punctuated by longing. And possibly an ellipsis.

In lieu of writing, I’ve tried my hand at a number of coping mechanisms.

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I pick petals, alternating between “yes” and “no”. If the last petal is yes, Dawkins will be back before Week 1.

I take free throws at the basketball hoop in the driveway. If I make three in a row, he’ll be back before training camp. I abandoned this tactic early.

If I can guess the next song on the radio, Dawk will be released by Denver next week. And I did it. So what if Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours” comes on every third song. It still counts. So you owe me God.

The Wolverine movie only reminds us of our Weapon X, so we have committed to protest.

I even stopped being depressed that Samatha blocked me on Gchat because I spelled out the name of her Philly message board screen name (4lorn) by chemically killing the grass on her lawn.

Anyway, since the unspeakable happened, there has been the appearance of the team moving forward. The Eagles as a whole seem to be improved, added as they have a Pro Bowl left tackle and talented rookies at receiver and running back, but the mind inevitably comes back to the Dawk. But it’s like when your mother leaves your dad and you have to live with them because the court determined your real dad to be unfit. Yeah, the guy has a job, doesn’t refer to you only as “Kid” and buys you the dirt bike you really wanted when you were 12 but don’t really care about anymore but your mom knows it broke your heart when you didn’t get it at the time so she told the new guy it would be a big gesture to win you over so he did it anyway. You got the clean dad and the dirt bike, but it’s not quite the same. So I guess what I’m saying is I wish Brian Dawkins were my dad.

I suppose it’s bearable for now. The Flyers playoff defeat was predictable enough not to be too disappointing. The Fightin’s are in first, still defending champs. So that’s good. And the NFL regular season is far enough off that the specter of seeing my Daddy Dawk in an opposing uniform is an abstract horror. There may not be a copism mechanism outside of the medicine cabinet if that comes to pass.

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

cheap-shot1Your laughter falls on deaf ears. Don’t get me wrong, I really do like Reed Doughty. He is a solid contributor and is downright serviceable in his role as a backup safety. But if he manages to take the starting job away from Chris Horton I’ll eat that sign (or a pretzel of comparable size). [Redskins.com]

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Peter King’s Twete-a-Twete With Boston Izzo’s Spiritual Godfather

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

When we last left car-shunning douchebottle Peter King, he was proudly declaring Yogi Berra the greatest baseball player alive, still agog that you people living in cities NEVER TOLD HIM JUST HOW WONDERFUL LIVING IN A CITY CAN BE, and bragging about leaving his car unattended despite promising readers he would stop doing so. But then how would I know if he beat his personal record of 11 days without driving?!

But before we get into this week’s batch of King-approved tard scraps, a very brief detour. Or should I say… tweetour? Huh? Huh?

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Jeremy Shockey Lobbies for a Role in “The Hangover 2″

Sunday, May 24th, 2009

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In a Memorial Day weekend story as shocking as “Pools Across Nation Open For Business”, Jeremy Shockey was found unconscious on the floor of the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas this afternoon and rushed to the hospital. A Saints spokesman said Shockey is fine and that he was only dehydrated. Yeah right, buddy. If the trailer is any indication, he obviously caught the brunt of a Mike Tyson hook.

UPDATE: TMZ (via Busted Coverage) has a few photos of him staggering around the party looking wrecked. Because I really needed photo evidence to believe this story.