Sunday, August 26, 2007

I AM MCLOVIN!


Yeah yeah, sporadic posting, uninteresting topics, no nudity, my blog sucks, blah blah blah. Now that we have that out of the way, let us discuss a new coming of age classic, "Superbad." In the same vein as "Porky's" and "American Pie", "Superbad" is a movie about teens trying to get by at school without having their guts stomped out because of their complete lack of social skills and in the mean time, somehow procure massive amounts of alcohol to assist with their ultimate goal, getting laid. The movie is filled with profanity, outrageous situations, and great new phrases that I shall endeavor to use daily such as "I am McLovin", "Can we shoot at it?", "Nobody has gotten a BJ in cargo shorts since 'Nam!", and "I'll be like the Iron Chef of pounding Vag." Although "Superbad" uses every sophomoric situation ever devised (well, except for fart jokes, if this flick had one good fart joke, it would be up for an Academy Award), The Girlfriend still managed to enjoy it. Wanna see a movie that makes you laugh without making you think? Go see "Superbad." And please, no cock blocking.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Why You Should Like Hockey

The Titans had their first preseason game last night. It was hot, Vince Young didn't play, and there was a drunken hussy next to me that kept grabbing my thigh and screaming in my ear every time something happened. (I know, usually that's a good thing, but not when your girlfriend is sitting on the other side.) Half way through the second quarter, I realized that I missed hockey. With six weeks to go before the NHL cranks up and the Predators make their run at the cup, I feel pretty deprived. The more I thought about it, the more perplexed I became. I love hockey, but I was definitely not raised in a hockey climate. I knew who Wayne Gretzky was, but that was the limit of my hockey acumen. That all changed about three years ago when I attended my first professional game. After that I was completely hooked.

Since hockey is a distant fourth among American sports fans, I am making it my mission to introduce more people to the joys of the greatest game out there. The best way to make converts is to get people to attend a game. That's all I ask. Go to one game. Watching it on TV doesn't count. It's way to hard to follow on the tube and you completely miss out on the atmosphere. How do I convince you? Let me break it down in a sport by sport comparison.

FOOTBALL
What is it that you like about football? The physicality? The hitting? The virtual armour that the players wear in what is nearly a simulation of hand to hand combat? Perhaps you like the team aspect. Football has been called the ultimate team sport. Success depends upon everybody taking care of their assignment. If one person fails, the whole thing breaks down. Hockey is every bit as physical as football. These guys slam into each other, ram people into the boards that line the rink. I have see some fantastic collisions in hockey that leave both players out cold on the ice. Like football, hockey is also a team sport. Every player is a cog in the machine. If one person misses their assignment, the other team scores. Hockey has everything that football has and more. When you go to a hockey game, you are often close enough to hear the collisions, feel the glass rattle, see the nuances of the game. With football, unless you are made of money, you are usually so far removed from the game that you would really be better off watching it on TV.

BASKETBALL

I often hear people discuss how the action is non stop in basketball. Things constantly move. Welcome to hockey. Like basketball, hockey players spend most of the time moving from one point to another. Hockey players rarely spend more than two or three minutes on the ice at a time, that is how intense the game is. You miss it on TV, but the players are constantly swapping out to avoid exhaustion. Do you like the skill it takes putting the ball in the hoop? Imagine trying to shoot a round piece of rubber into a net that is not much wider than the player camped out in front of it. Now that's skill. All of this is also done not in rubber soled shoes, but while standing on a thin pair of metal blades that rest on an almost frictionless surface. Have you ever tried to ice skate? Now think about playing basketball on ice skates. That's hockey.

BASEBALL

I love baseball. It's a fantastic spectator sport. However, or many the pace is too slow. Hockey certainly doesn't have that problem. Most of the skill in baseball revolves around either hitting a fist sized ball hurled almost one hundred miles an hour in your direction with a thin piece of wood or catching said ball while running at full speed. Holy smokes hockey has that in spades. A hockey stick is a fraction of the size of a baseball bat. With that small piece of wood, the player has to catch a frozen hunk of rubber passed through the legs, sticks and bodies of the other team. He then will hurl that hunk of rubber at great speeds at the poor sod sitting in goal. If he's good, he gets a goal. Baseball is mostly hand-eye co-ordination. Hockey is all hand-eye co-ordination.

Give hockey a chance. One game. If you don't like it after going to one game, then at least you won't dislike the sport out of ignorance.

See you at the game.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Quote Of The Day

Overheard at Hooter's last night:

"I've had to much alcohol to be hula hoopin'!"

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

My 15 Minutes

In the winter of '87, I was a college freshman at the University of Tennessee and believed that I was fairly savvy about the world. I was waiting for my girlfriend in the common area of her dorm when I was approached by a woman with a microphone. Over her shoulder I could see a man with a Channel 8 news camera. The woman asked if I knew about the AIDS symposium that had just ended in the dorm's meeting room. I said sure and she asked me a few simple questions about who I was and where I was from. Then she posed the query "Why didn't you attend the AIDS symposium?" Keeping in mind that this was 1987 and there was a lot of confusion about the disease (at least where I lived), I thought I gave an intelligent, well thought out response. My reply was "I'm not a hemophiliac, an IV drug user or a homosexual. I am currently in a monogamous relationship and I really don't think I'm at risk for being infected." She thanked me, the lights on the camera went off and shortly after, my girlfriend came down from her room. I told her about my little interview and let her know that after the 11 o'clock news aired that night I would be famous.

I made it back to my dorm room in plenty of time to watch the lead ins for the news. You know, those little clips that they air to inform you of upcoming stories. I was quickly rewarded with the anchor announcing the AIDS symposium and it's poor attendance. She then teased the audience with the obligatory, "More on that story later in the broadcast" and then my moment of fame arrived. My picture was flashed onto the screen big as day with the caption below it reading "IGNORANCE ON THE UT CAMPUS." My phone rang non stop for the next several hours and I never even got to see my interview.

And now you know about my 15 minutes.