Dear Mike Lowell,
Well Mikey, farewell my friend. I woke up this morning to read that the Red Sox are almost certainly shipping you off to Texas for a young catcher named Max Ramirez. While Mr. Ramirez may one day grow to become a fine ball player, he will be hard pressed to fill your shoes. I know we as fans are not supposed to grow attached to players in team sports, you know, just “cheer for the laundry”, but that’s difficult to pull off when an athlete comes along such as yourself.
Now many, myself included, probably made jokes about how slowly you moved at the end of ‘08 & almost all of ‘09, but that certainly did not take away from the joy you brought Red Sox Nation in amost every game you wore the uniform. You accomplished a lot for Boston while there. You were a World Series MVP. You were a unifying force in the locker room for Latino & English speaking players alike. Most of all, as a cancer survivor, you gave thousands upon thousands of fans hope in their own battle against the disease. A modern day athlete who was in fact a role model.
Good luck in Texas & beyond*
*unless you ever play for the Yankees, in which case all bets are off, I will curse your very existence, & pray for your hip to disintegrate into dust
Um, Winston, there’s something you need to know about Mike.
5 Reasons Die Hard is the Best Christmas Movie Ever Made -
#2. Christmas is, by and large, a celebration of the birth of Jesus. It is a day to give all acknowledgment and glory to the lord. Bruce Willis screams “Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” like eighty times in Die Hard. That counts. Mark that shit.
Die Hard is watched every Christmas Eve in my household.
So I was involved in my first car accident today. I’m fine. I went to go get a gallon of milk after work, and on my way home the wind blew a garbage can into the road. I couldn’t swerve to avoid it as cars were coming in the other direction, and I had to stop abruptly. Avoided hitting the can, but my Honda Civic got nailed by a large pick up truck that of course had tow ropes in the front. Needless to say my rear end is all kindsafucked.
In the end there were no injuries, just another hassle this month that I’m not really psyched to have to deal with. Oh well.
“A new experiment in open government debuted on the Whitehouse.gov website, hosted by, I guess it’s Kevin Smith, Mike D and Indian George Clooney.”
- The Daily Show
(via facefullofcase)
Damn Skippy!
Look at this fucking Yankee!
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one
(via blueskybluesky)
Boise State, TCU deserve better -
Should TCU, ranked fourth in the final BCS standings, have played fellow unbeaten Cincinnati or Florida, which spent 12 weeks ranked No. 1, and won handily, it could have made a case for a share of the national title in the AP poll, which isn’t contractually obligated to crown the winner of the BCS Championship Game. But instead, we have a rematch of the 2008 Poinsettia Bowl, only with a much more lucrative payday — and just like last year’s Poinsettia Bowl, it offers no tangible reward, because no matter what Boise State and TCU do in that game, it will be met with, “Yes, you went undefeated and won a BCS game, but look who you played.”
I’m reminded of the opening scene of Animal House, when Kent Dorfman and Larry Kroger knocked on the door of Omega Theta Pi during rush. After being quickly paraded around and given a glimpse of all the beautiful people, they’re summarily banished to sit on the couch with Mohammet, Jugdish, Sidney and Clayton, a motley crew deemed more on their level.
By welcoming two non-AQ teams and putting them on that proverbial couch, the BCS appears to be playing damage control and trying to avoid a trial in the court of public opinion and, whether it’s the real reason or not, further pressure from congress.
Brilliant analysis of the utterly fucking useless BCS system’s annual epic fail.