Trick Shots of the Day: “UConn Football player Johnny McEntee showing his skills in the offseason.”
Let the fakery debate commence.
I write for a videogame website (it’s called Destructoid; you should check it out some time). But yesterday, I received a non-videogame-related press release. It’s not a rare occurrence, and I almost always delete them with the quickness.
But I’m keeping this one. The title? Breaking // 900 Pounds Of Butterfingers as Gift To Wes Welker Delivered to Copley Square [photo here]
Yep, I’m gonna savor that for a long, long time.
If you watch the goddamn Puppy Bowl instead of the Super Bowl today, the terrorists win.
THIS IS AMERICA, BITCHES. In this, the greatest country in the history of the universe, REAL AMERICANS gather on this holiest of days to watch MEN partake in the MANLIEST SPORT OF ALL, AMERICAN FOOTBALL, and to watch CORPORATIONS (who are ALSO PEOPLE) hawk their wares at $3.5 million per 30 seconds, while consuming those most AMERICAN of foods, chicken wings and beer and pizza and heros, in a beautiful orgy of violence, consumerism, and excess that represents the VERY BEST that these UNITED STATES OF AMERICA have to offer.
This is why the world of sports is so awesome, and why I love it
I dare you to watch this and not smile. The spirit of New Orleans is infectious!
[via Bill Simmons on Twitter]
Yes, it’s that lovely time of year when everyone and their dog has to let everyone else know that they’re not going to watch the Super Bowl because they’re edgy and smarter than those hapless fools suckered into watching a PRO FOOTBALL game (American style).
Please. Do me a favor.
Shut. The fuck. Up.
I don’t give a good goddamn about what your watching habits are, or are not. If I was interested in them, I would probably follow your shitty blog where you debit the merits of Animal Planet over the Science Channel (which makes you an even bigger asshole. Fuck yeah, Science Channel). I don’t care how “in the minority” it makes you, I don’t care that “everyone watching is a moron.” I’m watching it, and I’m not a moron. I happen to actually LIKE THE GAME for what it is, the two best teams left to play each other. I’m not watching for the commercials, even though they may be the best of the year. I’m watching because I fucking like football, and no amount of “oh the super bowl is gay let’s watch puppies” will change that.
Fuck you, and goodnight.
Hurricane Peyton is gonna wash over the Saints
MAKE LOVE TO ME BLEHMAN
Also, the Saints are going marching back to N’Orleans without the Lombardi Trophy, methinks.
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