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Date: February 27, 2010
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That's right, folks, it's the sensation that's sweeping the nation. It's the sport to end all sports. If you haven't guessed by the name of this blog, I'm talking about curling. And I'm looking to put together a super team that will take out those pesky Canadians. I am not looking for a team that will simply be "glad to be there". I want a team that is all business and goes for the kill, much like Shani Davis in speed skating. Curling is a very serious sport and I will need your utmost attention to training. The training will be 12 months a year, so if you can't be committed to Team USA, don't bother showing up. Curling is life.
To begin with, let me start out with what I do have for my team. I have already purchased some cool looking pants that we will all wear. Norway has already created their pants in honor of John Daly, the world famous golfer. I, in turn, have decided to one up way Norway. Sure, they might have a better team, but will their pants be designed in honor of the late, great Payne Stewart? I don't think so.
I have the ice brooms. Now I just need people that are good at sweeping ice. I'm not talking about people that can sweep a floor or sweep out the garage. While these are certainly good starting points, the ice can be a dangerous place, especially when you are sweeping it.
I need someone with a boisterous voice to yell out things like "Off!", "Left" "Harder", and "in the crotch!". Though it may sound like it, curling is not erotic. Unless, that is, you are in love with the excitement of two people running gingerly on ice while trying to sweep the ice in order for a rock to hit the center mark. If that's the case, then this truly is the sport for you.
I will need someone to withstand those raucous Canadian fans. They drove a Denmark Olympian to tears with their stomping and yelling. I cannot have an Olympian break down like that, unless it is on the podium for the medal ceremony. And that's only if we win gold. If you cry over the bronze, I'll give you something to cry about. There's no crying in Curling. And no crying in Baseball.
I have a them song for our entrance music. It's "We Will Rock You" by Queen. I don't even care if there is no entrance music for Curling in the Olympics. We will do it because we're the U.S.A. dammit and we have national pride. And that pride is for Curling.
Veronica has provided our team motto: "If Curling is wrong, I don't want to be right." I'll get some tee shirts made up.
Aaron has provided our team chant. It's "Get your rocks off".
Finally, I need one last thing for these open tryouts. I need someone to explain to me how Curling works. That would help immensely in our team's training.
And John Schuster, you blew it! Now we're going to lose to the Chinese. Thank you very much.
In the late 1990's and early 2000's, there was no greater bromance than that between Freddie Prinze, Jr. and Matthew Lillard. The two of them appeared in no less than five movies together in a five year time span. These two were meant to be. Two young stars destined to take the world by storm as a team. Hanging out, meeting women, and enjoying the good life. And then, just like that, stardom was ripped away from them. Though they continued to work, they would never appear together again in a film.
What was it that pulled them apart? Did they just choose to go different directions? Was it Sarah Michelle Gellar that drove a wedge between these two? While Lillard eventually went on to star in an Oscar nominated film (The Descendants), Prinze, Jr. went on to write for the WWE and occasionally show up as a guest star on television shows. While both have tried, neither has recaptured that joy that once displayed on screen. Tonight, I want to dutifully remind the world of t…
YouTube screenshot *The following contains Spoilers from the season 7 premiere of "The Walking Dead" "Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close."- Negan, The Walking Dead
And people thought Ramsay Bolton was sadistic.
The much anticipated season seven premiere of The Walking Dead hit the airwaves last Sunday. Boy, was it a doozy.
I am not going to spend much time on what side of the liked/didn't like it/I'm never watching again spectrum I fall in. I will say that I was enraptured, on the edge of my seat for nearly the entire one hour, six minutes (including commercials) of the episode. This was an episode that filled me with a sense of existential dread for the characters inhabiting The Walking Dead world. It is a feeling that is still with me nearly two days later.
As a disclaimer, I am only through the first ten volumes of the graphic novels. I have yet to reach the Negan arc. I am also on the side of the court that didn't m…
If the NFL is serious about the safety of players and finding ways to limit concussions, the referees in last night's Denver Broncos/Carolina Panthers game had a funny way of showing it.
Instead of talking about what a great rematch of the Super Bowl these two teams put on, much of the focus was placed on the amount of hits Cam Newton took to the helmet last night.
And rightfully so.
There were at least three occasions during the course of the game in which Newton was on the receiving end of helmet-to-helmet hits.
These hits were not of the "blink and you miss it" variety of hits. They were in the course of game action, delivered to Newton after a throw or in the midst of being tackled.
The Broncos were flagged for this infraction once.
For a league that is looking to protect its players, especially quarterbacks, these calls were not simply "mistakes" or "errors" by the referees. And to right it off as such is simply another loosening thread o…