Thursday, January 10, 2008

American Gladiators Welcomes Corporate Sponsors

The new American Gladiators debuted this week on NBC, and was a hit among adults 18-49, the prime targets of advertisers. Due to this strong start, the network has quickly decided to infuse future episodes of the program with corporate sponsorship, product placements, and related tie-ins. The first agreement will make-over the Joust event, finally allowing the Gladiators who fight with giant Q-Tips to actually use giant Q-Tips®.


NBC reached an agreement with the Q-Tips® brand, and parent company Unilever, to create giant Q-Tips® to be used in place of the pugil sticks that have been a staple of the Joust event since the series' conception in 1989. The event itself will change little, other than the name which will change from simply "Joust," to "Joust presented by Q-Tips®."

Other events will also receive similar corporate sponsorship. Although not yet confirmed by NBC, sources indicate that the following agreements are in negotiation:

-Assault will now use exclusively Wilson brand tennis balls and will be known as "Wilson® Assault."

-Hang Tough will become "The Krazy Glue® Hang Tough Event."

-Hit and Run will be sponsored by Geico car insurance and the Geico gecko will be painted on all the demolition balls.

-Powerball will become "Powerball presented by the Multi-State Lottery Association" and will feature winning lotto numbers being drawn based on the balls used to score during the event.

-The Eliminator will become the "Depend® Eliminator" with the new slogan: The Obstacle Course so difficult, it might make you go in your pants.

-And of course the show itself will change titles to "American Gladiators presented by BALCO."

-JMC

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Big Picture Categories: ESPN Analysts

King's Cup might be the best drinking game out there. Everyone has their own version, there's ample drinking and sometimes -- on a few lucky occasions -- hot chicks end up naked. One of the best "games" in King's Cup is Categories, which often is represented by the Jack card. In Categories, the person who draws the card says a category (fast food joints, baseball stadiums, etc.) and everyone must go around the circle naming one until somebody stumbles. When that person fucks up, they drink. Make sense? Good.

[Editor's note: We're running low on these, so if you have any good future Categories (preferably sports-related), leave a comment or send an email to zachls5@gmail.com]

When you start breaking down the big games, there are none better than the gargantuan crew of ESPN analysts. They range from bull riding to the law and everything in between. Most of them are pretty good, though there are those few former athletes who can't properly form a sentence or speak coherently.

Since we've been seeing plenty of ESPN "talent" on TV lately with the NFL playoffs, BCS shit and the NBA in full swing, today's category will be naming all analysts on ESPN and the ESPN family of networks. Let's keep this current, meaning everyone's favorite, Harold Reynolds, doesn't count. We'll start and you guys continue in the comments. You can go again after every five comments. First person to blow it gets to play spin the bottle with Sean Salisbury.

We'll start with one of our favorites: Kirk Herbstreit.

All right, TV fans. Spill your ESPN knowledge in the comments.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

A FOX producer was either in a marching band or plugged up a band member with a clarinet


Our friends at Awful Announcing told you all about how ridiculous FOX's coverage of the Orange Bowl was last week. According to AA, FOX cameras found a band member from either team 110 times, which is about 108 times too many.

Things weren't much better for Monday's National Championship. Those fucking bands were on TV more than the teams. We didn't count the shots, but it was probably about two hundred thousand. Bloody hell.

American Pie told you all the goodies that happen at band camp, so we were crossing our fingers we'd get a shot of a trumpet player getting sodomized with a trombone or a shot of the sultry saxophonist getting a facial from the drum line.

Meanwhile, after about 900 looks at the Ohio State band, we've fully decided they are dressed more appropriately for war than for football. They look like the French fucking army. Those berets are a combination of hideous and horrendous.

But hey, Thom Brennaman was fucking great. The same enthusiasm you'd hear for a preseason game. Thanks, Thom.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Monday Night Football, without Kornheiser being awkward with some fucking random halftime guest

Photos courtesy of Big Ten Poon and SEC Poon.

There's a football game tonight. We'd be lying if we said we were excited. Really just wanted an excuse to show those LSU girls again.

Feel free to leave your picks for the game (all LSU, right?), and how many Long Islands you'd need to do the Ohio State girls.

UNC escapes Clemson, Lou Gossett Jr. look-alike


On the left is Clemson coach Oliver Purnell who has a website and blog and an orange blazer that he wore when his Tigers took on North Carolina Sunday night. Brutal loss for the Tigers, by the way. That Wayne Ellington sure can play.

On the right, is famed actor Louis Gossett Jr. who you probably know best from the "Iron Eagle" movies. Though our fondest memory of Lou is from "Toy Soldiers," a fucking awesome semi-shoot-'em-up with an early Sean Astin as a bad ass before he sold out and became a fucking elf or whatever he was in those Ring movies.

We haven't quite gotten in to the spirit of college hoops yet (anyone share that same sentiment?), though Sunday's ACC thriller certainly was fun. But for how much the BCS ruins college football, that every-game-counts mentality definitely makes the regular season interesting. Even though conference play has begun, we're just not sold on the story lines yet. Maybe it's just a down year. Thoughts?

Though our Washington Huskies (5-13 from the line won't beat a top-5 team, dammit!) have given us reason early on to tear our apartment apart...what reader JMC refers to as an "Ikea game." Think about it...

Snoozer of an NFL Sunday

Some things that might have been more entertaining than either of Sunday's playoff games:

-playing Checkers with your dog
-taking a perfect, one-wipe shit
-making objects out of clouds
-listening to Joe Buck call a city council meeting
-local car commercials on loop

On a related note, we fucking hate Philip Rivers. Lot of talk for a guy who isn't really an established stud yet. His arrogance and cockiness is completely uncalled for.

We would do some fucked up shit to him involving a lead pipe, rope or wrench if we ever came across him in the kitchen, library or billiards room.

We didn't really watch either game, for said reasons above, like they were more boring than watching your fingernails grow. Instead we had a Lost Season 3 marathon and thought about masturbating.

Friday, January 04, 2008

There are still two more bullshit bowl games


Once upon a time, in a land of chocolate waterfalls, talking animals and rainbows made of cake frosting, lame bowl games were played in December.

Those simpler times are, unfortunately, long gone. With the conclusion of the non-championship BCS games, we should be gearing up for the final college football game of the 2007-08 season. But wait, jolly chaps, there are still two lousy games to go.

Saturday is the International Bowl, a boner-popping match up between Rutgers and Ball State -- in Toronto! Whoa! Toronto!

And Sunday, ditch the NFL playoffs for Bowling Green vs. Tulsa in the GMAC Bowl.

Speaking of the GMAC Bowl, remember the '01 game between East Carolina and Marshall? Fucking awesome game. Marshall, behind Byron Leftwich, came from about 100 points down and the teams combined for about 800,000 points with the Thundering Herd edging the Pirates in double OT. But perhaps the best thing about that one: it was played on Dec. 19!

Meanwhile, ESPN and FOX Sports are reporting the BCS Championship game is going to be played Monday in New Orleans. We somehow think Chris Mortensen and Jay Glazer combined for the scoop.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Blogger Interviews: Chris Mottram


We're running a segment here at The Big Picture where we'll interview some of the biggest names in the sports blogosphere. What's the point? Well, these guys spend countless, thankless hours writing, so a little recognition from time to time is well warranted. Think of this as the blogger's version of a reach-around or something.

On the hot seat today is Chris Mottram of the recently-started The Sporting Blog at Sporting News; a blog with the corporate backing we all long for. He also co-writes Mr. Irrelevant with his brother, Jamie. Chris is like from the first family of blogging, if such a thing exists. So make sure you let him have it in the comments.

1. The rundown:


Name: Christopher Andrew Mottram aka C-Mott aka Lil’ Train aka Doctor aka Lil’ Pistol Starter
Age: 25
Location: Charlotte, NC (Northern VA at heart)
Occupation: Community Product Manager, SportingNews.com
Favorite team: Redskins, Nationals, Orioles, Maryland, Mason, Wiz (in that order)
Links to your favorite all-time posts you've written. (3-5)

Because I don’t really feel like digging through three years worth of Saved By the Blog content, I’ll limit it to just my favorites since my brother and I joined in July to re-launch Mr. Irrelevant.

The Dead Tree Crew Gives Exclusive, All Access Look at Their Notorious Tailgate

Urlacher Tit Grab Girl Is on 'Rock of Love'

Hot Fitteds

I realize that last link is kinda cheating, but I’m quite proud of all the Hot Fitted entries. Look for that series to make a comeback in some form soon (that’s what we call a “tease” in the biz).

Time per day spent blogging and perusing the blogosphere: About 10 hours.

2. We're quite curious how you landed at Sporting News. But first take us through your time in college, meaning. we want to know what you studied, internships, first jobs, what bosses you slept with, etc.

This exchange from “Tommy Boy” applies quite literally to my college experience:

Tommy: Did you hear I finally graduated?
Richard Hayden: Yeah, and just a shade under a decade too, all right.
Tommy: You know a lot of people go to college for seven years.
Richard Hayden: I know, they're called doctors.

I too went to school for seven years. And I only have a Bachelor’s degree.

I attended four different schools, and changed my major as many times. In order, I went to the University of Rhode Island, Northern VA Community College, Blue Ridge Community College, and George Mason University.

I majored in Sport Management at Mason, mostly because it was easier than anything else (no math or language requirements), and it had “sport” in the title. Needless to say, school was never my thing.

Writing always was, however. I was the front page editor of my (award winning, I might add, no big deal) high school newspaper. During my three years at Mason, I was an intern at AOL where I started Show Me Your Blog -- later called Saved By the Blog -- in 2004 and co-hosted “Sports Bloggers Live” with my brother, among other, less exciting, duties.

I have never hooked up with any of my bosses that you know of.

3. Now that that's established, how'd you hook up with Sporting News and create the awesome new The Sporting Blog?

Once I graduated from Mason, I could no longer suck on AOL’s corporate teet as an intern. I was thanked for my three years of service there by not being offered a job.

After being unemployed for about a month (blogging is A LOT easier without a job or school to worry about) I came to Charlotte to interview for the position of Blogging Overlord (paraphrased). I found out about the position from Shawn Schrager, who had been at SN.com for a couple months as their Director of Product Development. I worked with him at AOL and on “Sports Bloggers Live.”

I was offered the position, accepted it, and moved to Charlotte in late October.

As for The Sporting Blog, it’s still in “beta” mode, if you will. We’re still bringing in contributors (already have EDSBS’ Orson Swindle, No Mas’ Large and AA’s Brian Powell writing for it), and figuring out the exact direction of the Blog.

Although “the Internet does not need another sports blog” is mockingly hidden within TSB’s header, we’re hoping that’s not entirely true. I think there’s a place for us, and we’re still trying to carve it out. With the bloggers we have, it shouldn’t be too difficult.

We will also be launching First Cuts sometime after the New Year. I’m pretty excited (see also: stoked) about that blog. It will cover “sports culture,” to put it simply. Clothes, shoes, cars, hot fitteds, etc.

I feel like you’re being sarcastic when you say “awesome new The Sporting Blog.” Are you? If so, this interview is over.

4. Are you edited at SN or do you have the same liberties you do at Mr. Irrelevant?

I’m definitely edited, as is to be expected. I was reprimanded during the second week of The Sporting Blog’s existence for referring to a high school coach as a “fascist.” But the fact of the matter was that the coach was a fucking fascist, so I didn’t think it was too bad. I understood where they were coming from though. [Takes sip of corporate kool-aid.]

5. Take us through a typical day of blogging. Balancing The Sporting Blog and Mr. Irrelevant is probably time consuming, no?

I’m either blogging or searching for things to blog about from the time I arrive at work until when I leave. I try to post on Mr. Irrelevant in the evenings once I get home, but I’m usually drunk, asleep or drunk and asleep anytime after about 6 p.m. This would be why Mr. I is back to being almost all Jamie lately.

I love Mr. Irrelevant though, so getting back to posting more often there is, like, a goal of mine, or something.

6. Dream job? Go.

Senior Editor of Blogs & Community at Yahoo! Sports. The guy who currently holds that position has his head up his ass.

7. There are all sorts of wonderful blogs out there. A few of your favorites?

I’d so much rather just list the ones that irritate the shit out of me, but then I’d make enemies, and I have enough of those already.

So let’s stay positive. My favorites would have to be, but not limited to, D.C Sports Bog, We Are the Postmen, Deadspin, With Leather, Awful Announcing, 100% Injury Rate, EDSBS, Hogs Haven, Scott Van Pelt Style, Bugs & Cranks, Sports by Brooks, KSK…shit, maybe I should just send you a screen grab of my Bloglines.

8. How'd you go about promoting the new SN digs? Email blasts? Word of mouth? And, if you'd be so kind, a piece of advice to some smaller sites how to build an audience.

First off, I would never do email blasts, so don’t insult me like that. People who do email blasts should die of gonorrhea and rot in hell. In case I’m not being clear here, I hate email blasts.

I have, however, shamelessly begged certain people (Will Leitch) for links. Other than that, I live by the same rules that all new sites should: If you build it, they will come. Post frequently. But it’s also about quality. Some sites (again, I’m not going to name names) don’t get that. Making 15 posts a day that are complete shit is not better than making three really great ones.

I guess what I’m saying is post a lot and don’t be shitty. Sorry, unlike my brother, I’m not good with the advice stuff.

And for the record, The Sporting Blog is still a “smaller site” itself. Sure, it has corporate backing, but the numbers aren’t changing the world. Yet.

9. Most rewarding parts of blogging? Most frustrating?

Most rewarding: When Hot Clicks features one of your posts. Most Frustrating: When Hot Clicks doesn’t feature one of your posts.

10. This might be a loaded question, but, in your opinion, what's the future of sports blogs? Enlighten us.

I can’t say for sure, but I’m hoping it involves YouTube videos in full 1080i HD quality. That would be awesome.

11. You're having dinner with four people -- two athletes, one hot chick and a dead president. Name 'em. And, of course, why?

This is a tough question. What is the hot chick’s reason for being there? Is she my significant other, or just a friend? Because if I’m going to get to sleep with her after we eat, then I’m gonna go with someone smokin’ hot who likely has a shitty personality and an annoying voice. If it’s just a friend, then I’ll go with a cool and funny chick, assuming that exists.

And do the athletes have to be alive? If so, do they have to be in their current state? In other words, can I go with 1982 Joe Gibbs, or would I have to go with 2007 Joe Gibbs?

Forget it. I’m just complicating a rather straightforward question, so here goes: Allison Stokke, Anna Kornikova, Elisha Dushku, and JFK. This way I have three hot chicks and one dude who probably knows more hot chicks.

(Past interviews; also found on right sidebar: Dawizofodds; Matt Ufford; The Mighty MJD; Jamie Mottram; The Big Lead; The Cavalier; Will Leitch; Dan Shanoff; Dan Steinberg; Brooks; Unsilent Majority; J.E. Skeets; Henry Abbott; The Dugout; NFL Adam; Bethlehem Shoals; Orson Swindle; Big Daddy Drew; Brian Cook; Awful Announcing; JoeSportsFan; Matt Mosley).

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Big Picture Categories: Sports families

King's Cup might be the best drinking game out there. Everyone has their own version, there's ample drinking and sometimes -- on a few lucky occasions -- hot chicks end up naked. One of the best "games" in King's Cup is Categories, which often is represented by the Jack card. In Categories, the person who draws the card says a category (fast food joints, baseball stadiums, etc.) and everyone must go around the circle naming one until somebody stumbles. When that person fucks up, they drink. Make sense? Good.

No too relevant, but damn, there are a lot of families who have had multiple members play sports. Brothers, father and sons, cousins...sports are a big, incestuous community.

Today's category will be naming all players, coaches, etc. who have had a relative play in a professional sports league. Let's keep it to the big four (MLB, NFL, NBA, NHL). Relatives don't have to have played at the same time. We'll start and you guys continue in the comments. You can go again after every five comments. First person to fuck up has to pound some bottom-shelf vodka and chase it with bottom-shelf gin.

We'll start with an obvious one: the Griffeys.

All right, people. Spit your knowledge of sports' best families in the comments.

Monday, December 31, 2007

Hot Sports Wives, New Year's Eve and other fun shit

Been sorta crazy around here the last week or so as we've been on vacation for the holidays.

We'll be off tomorrow (who works on New Year's Day?), but then Wednesday we'll be back to a regular Monday-through-Friday schedule.

So we're curious what athletes do on New Year's Eve. Peyton Manning stay home and watch a movie and then turn to Dick Clark at 11:45? Tom Brady try to pull a three-way? Stephen Jackson try to light up a strip joint?

NFL coverage is making us un-fans of the NFL. Fuck the NFL. Fuck CBS and FOX. Why should we be stuck watching meaningless games when there are only like three ones worthwhile in the first place? Bullshit.

The NFL is considered the best league in the world, but until it starts getting televised the same way as college football, with like 15 games per day, we won't be believers. (We know this will never happen...)

Meanwhile, Armchair GM has compiled a list of the hottest sports wives ever. We don't agree with most of the list, but check it out for yourself and enjoy Lisa Guerrero, who could be covered in feces and still be hot as fuck.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

The NFL is a friend of the environment

Great news, people: The NFL is going green for the Super Bowl!

The NFL is planting thousands of trees in Arizona forests blackened by wildfires
to help offset greenhouse gas emissions from the Super Bowl, to be played in Glendale in February. The league will also power University of Phoenix Stadium with clean energy sources from wind turbines to geothermal plants.

Wait, there are forests in Arizona? Really? Like, with trees? We fuck around in ‘Zona every year and it’s flush with cacti, but those are plants, which are smaller, less cool trees. Perhaps the NFL is planting a cacti forest. That, actually, would be pretty rad.

Turns out the tree-planting effort will offset the 350 tons of greenhouse gas produced by ground transportation during Super Bowl week, which, we’re told by scientists, is a lot.

We still aren’t buying this global warming business – the high in Seattle this summer was 68 degrees (we kid: It was 74) – but, hey, score one for nature.

So there you have it: NFL, environment -- BFFs. Al Gore must be so proud.


-Adam Landres-Schnur

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Giants fans don’t give a shit about history

That end zone there? Might as well say “Patriots.”

Thousands of New York Giants fans -- in a move that screams passion, loyalty, dedication and other nice descriptors -- are selling their tickets to Saturday’s game against New England, when the Pats will attempt to be the first NFL team ever to complete a 16-0 regular season.
More than 200 [Giants fans] put tickets for the Patriots game up for auction on eBay within 24 hours of the 38-21 victory over the Bills. There were also 3,000 tickets up for auction Monday afternoon on StubHub.
Frankly, we can’t blame them. The Giants clinched the 5-seed in the playoffs and a first-round match-up against the Bucs. They’re going to rest their starters. And geez, New York’s a freakin’ expensive place (we’re vacationing there in January and might have to mortgage our future to do so. But we kinda can’t wait). Given the chance to make a buck, we might jump at it.

But to aggressively shop them?
One sales pitch urged potential buyers to ‘BE A PART OF HISTORY!’ Others offered parking passes.
The game's on NFL Network...a chance to BE A PART OF HISTORY!...free parking passes...

We’re there!

-Adam Landres-Schnur

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas



Enjoy your trees, presents and Eggnog, assholes.


We'll be going to a movie, eating Chinese foods and doing other stereotypical things Jews do on Christmas.

Monday, December 24, 2007

What Really Grinds My Gears


You Know What Really Grinds My Gears (named after the segment on Family Guy, of course) is a new feature that will run whenever the fuck we want it to...but usually on a slow news day. It will focus on those pet peeves that, well, really grind your gears. It likely won't be sports-related. Fuck sports. This isn't a sports blog anyway...Oh. Right. Um, yeah, we'll see about making them sports-related. If you have any suggestions -- or would even like to guest write one! -- send your submissions to zachls5@gmail.com or Ballhype us or something Internet-y like that.


You know what really grinds my gears?


Holiday cards.


I mean, what the fuck? I don't care if you're sending me your Christmas, Hanukkah, Thanksgiving, or Labor Day card. I don't want to stare at your family on a vacation, or by the fire place, or with fingers in each other's asses.


Really, what a pompous thing to do: "Look how perfect my family is." I could give two shits about your family. I don't care that you have a fucking Yellow Lab and your baby is adorable. That kid's gonna turn in to a coked-out, cum-gargling hooker anyway. So fuck you.


What if I took a picture of my balls and sent that out? Nothing says Happy Hanukkah like a fat nut sack. It's better than taking a posed photo with my family and then sending it out so all of the other families know that ours isn't quite as dysfunctional as theirs.


And while we're on the topic of holidays, you know what else fucking grinds my gears? Nativity scenes.


That's just fucking strange. And when you put it up in your front yard? Yikes. Try a basketball hoop or white picket fence. Nativity scenes scream, "Wackos live here."


Seen the movie Arlington Road? You should. Good movie. Anyway, one seemingly happy family (with a cheerful couple of Tim Robbins and Joan Cusack as the parents) are actually terrorists and fucking creepy as hell. They're the type of family that would put a Nativity scene up come Christmas time.


"Jingle Bells" fucking does some grinding too, but you already know that.


So if you're thinking about sending out your Holiday Card, well, don't. You're family isn't really that happy, not really that attractive, and certainly not that functional. Instead, send me a picture of your wife. Naked.


And that, people, is what really grinds my gears.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Bowl gifts are fun and neat and free


The Poinsettia Bowl is this evening.

Utah. Navy. Pre-cum is forming.

The games don't mean very much and watching Utah and Navy play a meaningless football game, in a half-empty stadium with a shitty flower for a name might be as exciting as watching your pubic hair grow.

Rather than watch the game, just know that the players, regardless of the outcome, will score some pretty cool gifts, just for showing up. Go 8-4, get a free trip to San Diego and receive a PSP Slim, Madden '08 and some clothing. Not bad for lousy bowl.

iPods and other electronics (camcorders, game consoles, GPS) are big this year. And clothes. Lots of clothes. You can see the full list of bowl shwag here.

Some other hightlights:


Pioneer Las Vegas Bowl: Apple iPod touch; Under Armour Aero sackpack; Cap. That iPod touch is probably pretty cool and the cap is probably instant pussy. The players could probably do without the sackpack though. Maybe something more Las Vegas-related would be better. Say, oh, a Penn & Teller show.


Pacific Life Holiday Bowl: Nintendo Wii, Madden NFL 08; Fossil watch; Sweatshirt or polo (TBD), cap. Again with the cap. These must be fucking awesome caps. Total pussy-finders. And you know that ASU coach Dennis Erickson will be losing sleep not knowing if he's coming up on a sweatshirt or polo.

Champs Sports Bowl: Party at Best Buy; $400 Best Buy gift card for each player; Timely Watch Co. watch; Panama Jack sunglasses; Panama Jack T-shirt, hat. A party at Best Buy?! Whoa! We're envisioning dancing camcorders, singing TVs and laptops trying to spike the punch. With plenty of streamers and party hats, of course.


Texas Bowl: Watch; Duffel bag; Hoodie, T-shirt, cap, Nocona cowboy boots. It's too bad Bill Snyder doesn't coach K-State anymore. He would've been a knock out in the cowboy boots.



The National Championship game isn't that sweet. Pretty much just a Wii and some games. You know that Les Miles was holding out for that party at Best Buy.

Wanna go to the Pro Bowl?

State Farm Insurance is sponsoring this season's Pro Bowl and wants us to help create awareness of it's new promotion. Why are we telling you about it? Because that's what we do; we're a puppet for advertisers. (They're also mailing us two surgically-enhanced hookers and some blow).

If you sign up...well, we better let them explain.
Fans can enter the promotion daily through January 6 at www.statefarm.com/NFL2 for their chance to win a trip to Hawaii or one of 35 other great prizes. The 2008 Pro Bowl will be played on February 10 and televised by FOX. The grand prize package includes:

-Round trip air transportation for four to Honolulu Hawaii
-Four tickets to the 2008 NFL Pro Bowl presented by State Farm
-First class hotel accommodations in Honolulu (five days/four nights)
-Meet-and-greet with NFL Hall of Famer, Howie Long
-A $1,000 State Farm VISA gift card

In addition to the five grand prizes, fans have the opportunity to win one of ten first place prizes consisting of an autographed Howie Long football and a $250 nflshop.com gift card. Twenty-five $100 nflshop.com gift cards will also be awarded to second prize winners.
So go sign up. Maybe you'll win. Probably not. But maybe...a "maybe" that could change your life.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Big Picture Categories: Feline-family mascots

King's Cup might be the best drinking game out there. Everyone has their own version, there's ample drinking and sometimes -- on a few lucky occasions -- hot chicks end up naked. One of the best "games" in King's Cup is Categories, which often is represented by the Jack card. In Categories, the person who draws the card says a category (fast food joints, baseball stadiums, etc.) and everyone must go around the circle naming one until somebody stumbles. When that person fucks up, they drink. Make sense? Good.

If you're talking about sports teams, you'll undoubtedly mention a team whose mascot is from the feline family. Ya know, cats.

Today's category then will be naming all those teams -- let's stick to colleges and the big four pro leagues (yes, the NHL counts) -- whose mascot is from the feline family. There are 800 of these, so don't be shy. We'll start and you guys continue in the comments. You can go again after every five comments. First person to blow it gets a cheetah for a pet.

We'll start with an easy one: Detroit Lions.

All right, folks. Slang some mascot-knowledge in the ol' comments.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Yahoo's 'projected' fantasy points are bullshit

In the land of projections, hypotheticals and unicorns, we are 6-5, hung like Ron Jeremy and have the looks of both Brad Pitt and Denzel.

And our fantasy football team, clearly, wins all the time.

But we don't live in that magical world. Rather we live in an "actual" world, where Willie Parker doesn't score touchdowns and Jeff Reed takes pictures of his penis instead of kicking field goals.

Fantasy Football has pissed us off all season; we see it as a sure-fire way to be in a pissed off mood on Sundays.

But our team is raw. C'mon, look at that team. Indestructible.

Naturally, we were "projected" to win our playoff game because Reggie Wayne was "projected" to go for about 80 yards and a score and Willis McGahee and the hapless Ravens were "projected" to be a professional football team.

We went down in the playoffs; bitterness followed. We were "projected" to win. "Projected" to take home the hot chick with big cans in the halter top from the bar. "Projected" to fall in to piles of money like those kids from Cruel Intentions.

But life isn't about projections. It's about actuality. And our team can go "actually" fuck themselves.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Vote for us...or else


There's this site called Busted Coverage that has a great idea that's terribly executed. They neatly put 64 blogs in an NCAA Tourney-like bracket to duke it out for bragging rights.

Though, rather than go with readership, talent or penis size, they went with Ballhype rankings, which are about the biggest load of shit on the Internet.

Anyway, we're a No. 16 up against FanHouse. We need lots of your help, though we'll totally lose, regardless. But make it more respectable. (Vote for us here). And feel free to leave a comment over at Busted Coverage about how the seedings are bogus.

Because they are. If seeding was done strictly on penis size, we'd be a top seed. We'd probably, somehow, be all four top seeds.

NBA coach drops f-bomb, world stands still


In an effort to get trite quotes from coaches during games, NBA commish David Stern has teamed with TNT and ESPN to mike coaches for certain games. Jazz coach Jerry Sloan was one of those lucky few, and, well, it backfired a bit.

From the Rocky Mountain News via Ben Maller:

During a Wednesday ESPN game, a miked Jerry Sloan used a four-letter word after addressing his team at halftime.

What makes it such a problem is Sloan's speech wasn't live.

"We apologize for the inadvertent expletive during a taped halftime segment Wednesday night during the Utah-Phoenix telecast," ESPN spokesman Mark Mandel said, reading a prepared statement. "It was said quietly, and we missed it."

ESPN and NBA officials have been in communication with the Jazz. NBA spokesman Mark Broussard said it was a "mistake" in that the "approved segment ran two seconds too long."

Ground-breaking stuff.

This post without video is about as meaningless as a porn website without porn, but hey, we like to swear too, so Jerry Sloan is our new favorite coach. YouTube is failing us though, so if you have super powers, send video ASAP!

So yeah, a coach said "fuck." Or "fucking." Either way...

In related news, the sun rises in the east.