And that name is the sucker that Carrie Prejean actually weaseled a ring out of without any apparent coercion after she couldn’t get pregnant by Michael Phelps. Be all that you can be Kyle. According to the NY Post, a close friend of Prejean repeatedly advised her to get pregnant by Phelps. To be fair, the Post only says that a friend advised her and that it never really happened, but I think the evidence clearly suggests Prejean tried repeatedly. At the very least, it’s unsurprising that she surrounds herself with these kinds of detestable people, given that she is a detestable hypocrite herself. With this story, Prejean moves herself squarely in to the #1 spot in the World’s Most Awfulest People power rankings. This chick makes me want to go cuddle with Rick Reilly and Rush Limbaugh. Now there’s a pretty picture. Way to put that swim cap to good use, Mike.
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Sorry I had to go off the grid for a week or so. I had a big meeting with the Treasury Secretary, and to be honest, my taxes aren’t exactly in order. But the sports world has been blowing up like a balloon with a grenade in it lately, so I feel the need to briefly weigh in on some things. After all, when a man’s lights are going out, the fat lady can’t sing if it’s not over. Whoo.
Ben Judah adds another quarter inch to his resume: I’m willing to cede the point that its probably not the best idea in the world for extremely famous football players to run around pressing the flesh with common girls in college dive bars. I mean, Tiger had about the most elaborate chick screening process imaginable and that broke down. But I’m going to draw the line at people calling him out for being “classless.” You know, wine and cheese parties aren’t for everyone, and having attended a few, I’d argue they aren’t for anyone. And college bars are usually fun if nothing else, so get off your high horse. In the interest of full disclosure, I have a big soft spot for Ben because he has the Face Least Likely to be Attached to a World Class Athlete. I think it’s hilarious.
Also, props to Deadspin for pointing out that Peter King said that if Big Ben is guilty of sexual assault, he should “grow up.” Peter King is an idiot, exhibit 40345. And on Ben’s choice to hire the lawyer that got Uncle Ray Ray off, the only way he could get himself found not guiltier is if he resurrected Johnny Cochran and Robert Kardashian. On a side note, I’d love to see the look on Bob’s face if he came back to life and saw his family right now. I digress.
Allen Iverson’s “life-threatening” gambling and alcohol problems: With the disclaimer that this was reported by Stephen A. Smith, and is therefore likely to be as free from dramatic embellishment as an MTV reality show, I’ll defer to Vato’s take on this one. This story is unsurprising. It is pretty well known that MJ had the same career threatening gambling problems, and some people still argue that his “break” when he played baseball was a quiet year long suspension from David Stern. Iverson may be the next most pathologically competitive person since Jordan, that kind of personality failing probably goes hand in hand.
The NASCAR controversy: These two words don’t even go together. It’s like saying “black unity.” Something this irrelevant can’t be controversial. I think the gist of this is that NASCAR told its drivers to “have at it” in an effort to make the sport more exciting. So somebody named Edwards intentionally wrecked somebody name Keselowski and now there’s a huge backlash. Edwards got probation, which seems to be evidence NASCAR is cool with stuff like that. Dear NASCAR, that was a pretty spectacular wreck, and I still don’t care about your sport. Please don’t get anybody killed trying to get me to watch you. I was more shocked to hear Edwards referred to on ESPN as a “face of the sport.” Come again? Isn’t that Richard Petty or some sort of Allison or something?
UPDATE: A couple members of Big Ben’s entourage on the night he was accused were off-duty 5-0.. Since the po-lice never do anything wrong, I’m going to take this as incontrovertible evidence of Ben Judah’s innocence. Better luck next time, false rape accuser chick.
The Miami Herald has this pretty excellent article from Dan Le Batard interviewing enormous (in terms of size and rap sheet) Bryant Mckinnie. This interview with the former Hurricane and current Viking Mckinnie was, of course, set up by the incomparable Luther Campbell.
I’m not gonna recap this thing, but there were some beautiful moments that I am compelled to cover in bullet points:
- Bryant Mckinnie spent his time up in the South Beach nightclub with none other than Lil’ Kim. Presumably he is hitting it. Mckinnie is 6’8, Kim is 4’9. Mad props to Lil’ Kim for being down for whateva, that must be an absolute impaling.
- The Luther Campbell as the legitimate godfather of southern florida sports thing never ceases bringing me joy and amazement. I would have never known this had I not watched ” The U”. I wonder what other crazy shit like this is out there that just flies right under my privaleged white guy radar? I think the GZA should be the godfather for all NY/Staten Island / Brooklyn based athletes. He could be the elder statesman / father figure, and he could have all of the 114 Killa Beez affiliates running around doing the maintenence like cash bounty delivering, ho maneuvering, etc.
- One thing I never quite understood about the Luther Campbell thing: He is represented as this impossibly successful and rich impressario who funds all the Cane’ players financially. How many records could 2 Live Crew have possibly sold? Like 300K? Clearly I am not up on the mid 80′s South Florida rap scene, but how could he have possibly made so much money? I would hate to think he would ever benefit from any kind of… impropriety.
- Dan Le Batard got to go to Luther Campbell’s wedding. Shut the front door. I would kill all of your moms to go to that wedding. Can you imagine the NDA you have to sign before they let you into that? I can only imagine that was the single most sordid and depraved and absolutely awesome wedding / party that ever occured in the world. Old Testemant god obliterated entire cities for things less wild then a Luther Campbell wedding. I like to imagine Michael Irvin getting a running start and doing a 25 foot line of cocaine while 300 booty dancers go to town in the background.
- Bryant Mckinnie got into a Champagne Bottle buying competition that evening, and bought 36 bottles for a reasonable $20K. The winner? Braylon Edwards, who purchased 51 bottles. I like to think he had to buy so many because he dropped everyone that was passed to him.
- Luther Campbell informed Le Batard that Mckinnie doesn’t just make it rain, and does not just make it thunderstorm, but makes it TSUNAMI. Omg I think I’m going to faint.
This post is over, I have to go weep silently for living a life that does not involve hanging out with ex University of Miami football players.
Packers Fan Announces He Will Return To Drinking For Another Season
Does The Onion have a monopoly on funny in America? How is it possible that there are about 2 funny TV shows and maybe 3 funny movies a year, but yet The Onion just kills it every week? Do they have access to some kind of secret pipeline of really funny people that they get to before everyone else? Like if you take the ASVAB, and you score super hilarious, you get abducted by a bunch of dudes in a helicopter and taken to an Onion facility?*
*Little known fact: This is also how Waffle House Short order cooks are recruited. This takes place if you score in the 99.95th or above percentile. They are also paid $750K a year commiserate with their skills.
Brooke Hundley, the fired production assistant in the Steve Phillips Affair Scandal, appeared this morning on Good Morning America. She used this forum to declare that she had never stalked Phillips. In fact, it was Steve Phillips that was stalking her, according to Ms. Hundley. My dick wants to laugh.
If you look back at my previous entry on this subject, I thought it was too murky to assign blame in this situation. Despite poking fun at Hundley’s obvious sanity issues (see also: female), my instincts told me Phillips was probably the real villain in this issue. I see things differently now.
I am no stranger to the crazy acts of a woman scorned. After I dumped Penelope Cruz she kept stalking me around town, trying to swim out to my yacht to see which playmates I was entertaining, the works. This “Phillips stalked me not the other way around” angle positively reeks of crazy dumped chick. If she had come forward with some kind of act of contrition, maybe a “My acts were beyond strange, but I was pushed into an unstable frame of mind due to my mistreatment at the hands of this asshole Phillips”, I would totally sympathize. And trust me, I am chomping at the bit to totally crucify Phillips in print.
So the ball is in Phillips court now. There is only one legitimate riposte to Hundley’s interview, if he really only made a (3 time) mistake and did not in fact stalk her. Phillips needs to appear in a public forum, admit his infidelities, and then go on record very clearly “But you got to understand… that bitch is crazy”.
As a somewhat involved (read: fanatical, LOCO) Dolphins fan, I was dubious to say the least about the Chad Henne era. He had been generally unimpressive in the preseason and his garbage time appearances last season. As a Dolphins fan, I am conditioned like a lab rat to be inherently distrustful of any quarterback not named Marino. After he showed up with a grade A, old fashioned Jets-Whoopin on Monday Night Football, my interest was piqued. But it wasn’t until I received this intel from Ricky Williams that I had to immediately order my Henne jersey: Chad Henne is the greatest beer pong player in the world. And given the young nature of the sport, likely the G.O.A.T.
Random anecdotes about your quarterback can carry different messages to the fan. For example, Tom Brady is one of the finest knitters in the northeast United States. But being the best at the sport of kings, Beirut? That requires a steely eyed intensity, preternatural dexterity, and a nearly inhuman tolerance for Milwaukee’s Best Light that only champions possess. THOSE are the qualities I want in my quarterback.
I for one believe Ricky’s testimony. And I only need to cite one event: I personally witnessed Chad Henne complete a touchdown to Ted Ginn. As someone forced to watch future UFL replacement level player Ted Ginn’s.. heh heh, “career”, I can attest this is no small feat. In fact, I am pretty sure Ted Ginn does not even manipulate his hands in reception attempts. If you don’t perfectly nestle the ball within millimeters of the target, it just bounces harmlessly off of Ginn. And then he runs out of bounds… just to be sure. To do this from 50 yards out? Unbelievable.
And just for fun… if I was holding an invitational Beer Pong tournament for NFL quarterbacks, the seeding would look like this: 1) Chad Henne 2) Matt Leinart 3) Kyle Orton 4) Ben Roethlisberger 5) Rex Grossman 98) Jamarcus Russell 104) Tom Brady
I would be remiss if I didn’t weigh in on Marlin’s rookie Sean West’s little escapade Saturday night. My standing power rankings for Drunk-Athletes-By-Sport is 1) NBA 2) NFL 3) MLB, but MLB sure has been making a run at a promotion lately.
The article speaks for itself, however I do have a couple of quick thoughts:
- Five Marlin groupies travelled to fucking Philadelphia just to do a little cleat chasing? And by extension, there are at least five Marlin groupies?!?!? I don’t think total attendance has exceeded 3 in the last couple of years. How is this possible?
- FIVE FUCKING GROUPIES FOR A RELIEVER? Wow, I definately picked the wrong line of work (Impossibly handsome Fortune 500 CEO)
- Excessive drinking? Fighting? Vomiting? Leaving in a limousine to plow any amount of super hot groupies? That is some shit I can relate to. Well played Sean.
Noted Detroit slugger Miguel Cabrera had a pretty gnarly evening this past Saturday. Police were called to his residence to by his wife (Ed note: STOP SNITCHIN), where they were both found to have bruises indicating a recent fracas. A breathalyzer revealed Cabrera to have a rather impressive .26 BAC, or as it is known to me, every single friday and saturday after 10PM. Cabrera went 0-4, stranding 6 runners, in a critical Detroit loss 12 hours later.
Now I am going to be frank: I am going on record as Pro-Drunk-Cabrera. He is a 26 year old multimillionaire, AND HE IS FORCED TO LIVE IN DETROIT 8 MONTHS A YEAR!! He probably has to read tweets from Hanley Ramirez and Dan Uggla three times a week about the pack of 7 models they banged after meeting in a Miami waffle house. Of course he is going to get hammered!
And lest we forget, we are talking about fucking baseball here. The 1986 Mets were one of the best baseball teams ever assembled, and I am pretty sure their gatorade cooler dispensed pure grain alcohol. And that was for the straight laced ones that weren’t coked out of their minds. I routinely play softball games after about 14 pitchers and it rarely effects my performance, except for the husky opposing girl catcher becoming strangely fetching.
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