Monday, January 18, 2010

Keith Brooking and Vanilla Sky

Those two things are unrelated, save that I saw them both yesterday.

1. After rewatching the highlights on Sportscenter, I somewhat agree with Brooking taking exception to the 'old gunslinger' or Childress. Now, he could have just saved it for the press conference, but he decided to let the Vikings bench hear about it. The situation is pretty black and white to me. The Vikings were on the 18 yard line. There were less than two minutes left. It was 4th down. Why wouldn't you kick the field goal? You have a 24-point lead; it's bullshit that you're trying to put another touchdown up. And, I get the 'If you don't like it, stop them', but that comes from people that don't have their season ending right before their eyes. It's bush league that they didn't kick a field goal. And, I hate Brett Favre.

2. If you want to make your brain angry, watch Vanilla Sky. Jeez, what a mind fuck. And I know this is like the Gaffigan bit, 'But I want to talk about Heat NOW!', but I watched it last night, and that was one helluva movie. The key to a good movie is that you feel genuine hate and love for certain actors/actresses. Cameron Diaz is a psycho bitch in my eyes forever more. I could watch Something about Mary 20 times and that will never change. And Penelope Cruz is a fucking angel. Good God, what I would do to her. If you haven't seen it, watch it. It's old and long, like my wang 30 years from now, but it is worth the watch.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

So, I have a confession to make...

I think this song is the tits.

Bash away.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Insult, Meet Injury

Found this on UK's Athletic Web Site:

Big Cuz, gettin' it done.

All I am going to say is this, don't act so surprised about his actions when the plan of attack for UL was to try and 'get in his head.'

Fuck with the bull, and you get the horns.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year (This Video Kicks Ass)



(The 2:54 mark is tough on the Big Blue faithful)

Fitting tribute because the song they chose is arguably "Song of the Decade." And whoever at ESPN synched the plays with the lyrics deserves a raise. Spot-fucking-on.