Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Tigers To Sheffield: Thanks For The Mammaries, Don't Let The Door Hit Ya Where The Good Lord Split Ya - UPDATED!


Spring has sprung and like clockwork, Gary Sheffield has left another organization in his wake, though this time not voluntarily. The Detroit Tigers decided that Gary Sheffield's winning personality just wasn't going to be enough to keep him on the roster, and surprisingly, the $14 million they owe him this year also didn't tip the scales in his direction. Today, the Tigers cut Sheffield, eating $14,000,000 in the process. And because major league contracts are guaranteed, said in essence, they'd rather have an open roster spot than Gary Sheffield, thank you very much.

Sheffield has always spoke his mind, regardless of how connected it was to reality. He has fought with fans, taken steroids (accidentally!), and just generally been kind of a dick. Still, he's a borderline Hall of Famer who is now available for the major league minimum salary.

For the moment, this leaves Sheffield at 499 home runs. For those of you not good at math, that's one shy of the key to the Hall of Fame. There are mitigating circumstances though, like the steroids Sheffield claimed he didn't know he took, but did take, or something like that. Also, he's kind of a dick. Or did I mention that already?

The game will be less colorful without this loudmouth penis around, so here's hoping he finds a new place to eventually leave.

**UPDATE**

Rumors are now afloat, because as we all know rumors are buoyant, that Sheffield will sign with the...

...wait for it...

...wait for it...

...wait for it...

The Philadelphia Phillies! I guess the Phils think they don't have enough old and infirm outfielders with Matt Stairs and Raul Ibanez already on the roster. I shudder to think what the Phillies pitchers would do should Shane Victorino go on the DL.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Psst... Bill Simmons just interviewed Ken fuckin' Tremendous!

The Bill Simmons podcast of March 26 was described on espn.com thusly:

"'Parks and Recreation' writer Michael Schur talks to Bill Simmons about Manny Ramirez, the Internet, his new show and more. Plus, JackO on UConn."

I'm a fan of the Simmons podcasts, so even though I had no idea who Michael Schur was, I threw this one onto my iPod and listened to it before going to sleep last night. I figure, if Simmons is interviewing a guy I never heard of, it's probably because he's a reasonably interesting fellow.

At the start of the podcast, Simmons mentions that Schur used to write for a website that Simmons can't mention. This sets off no alarms in my mind at the time; as a Disney employee, Simmons, I figure, isn't allowed to mention anything. Anyway, a solid 10 or 15 minutes into the podcast, they're talking about the Red Sox, and sabermetrics, and lazy sportswriting, and the fact that this Schur guy used to write for "The Office," and it dawns on me.

Schur is Ken Tremendous from FJM! It's Ken Muthafuckin' Tremendous!!

At no point in the podcast is this even alluded to, and FJM was around for 95% of its lifespan before Ken Tremendous revealed his true identity. I'm supposed to know offhand that Michael Schur is the shadowy, mysterious character who's written 98% of the funniest things we've ever read about baseball?

Of course, I understand that Simmons can't say "Fire Joe Morgan," as Morgan is still (?!?!) employed by the same company that employs him, but how 'bout a hint or two here, eh? Ask ol' Mose Schrute (see right) about his time working at Fremulon Insurance in Partridge, Kans., or something. Make a reference to something "HatGuy" wrote. Christ, if Simmons had mentioned that Schur was Regis Philbin's son-in-law, I'd have picked up on it.

Anyway, you can stream or download the podcast here; scroll down to 3/26.

Schur seemed in no way to be the robotic pedant -- or "VORPie" -- critics of sabermetrics would like us to believe. His writing on FJM was exponentially more strident -- and hilarious -- than he seems as an individual. And he has a truly infectious laugh. So he's got that goin' for him. Which is nice.

Anyway, Schur's new show, "Parks and Recreation," premiers April 9 and stars the fantastic Amy Poehler and Aziz Ansari from Human Giant.

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Sunday, March 29, 2009

Wonder Who'll Be the Three Stars of This Game?

espn.com's NHL schedule for Thursday, April 2.

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Thursday, March 26, 2009

Buuuushed!

I usually try to stay away from politics here, but Republicans are muthafucking dumbshits.* In an idea that I can only compare to inviting Sarah Palin to drop the ceremonial first puck at a Philadelphia Flyers game, we get this:

The Rangers have invited former President George W. Bush to throw out the ceremonial first pitch on Opening Day at Rangers Ballpark in Arlington.
Bush has not yet confirmed that he will be able to attend.

"Hopefully he'll be there on Opening Day," Rangers owner Tom Hicks said. "We won't get a confirmation for a few days."

Oh, I do hope he accepts! It would be so wonderful (read: hilarious) to have a true son of Texas (read: Connecticut) return to Dallas (read: Arlington) after conquering (read: ruining) Washington DC (read: the whole fucking world)! Decisions like this make one wonder why something like this would be necessary.

In all seriousness, this would actually be great, because if there is one thing that George W. Bush can probably not fuck up, its throw a baseball.

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*Ha! See what I did there?

Cal Clutterbuck Sets NHL Record for Most Angels Fit on the Head of a Pin

Catching up on my NHL highlights this morning, this peals 'cross the crawl:

"Clutterbuck (MIN) sets NHL record for hits in a season (317)"

Hits? Hits are not an official statistic recorded by the NHL. Every team's in-house official scorer counts up however many hits he feels like assigning to each player on the home and visiting teams, then scribbles them down on the scoresheet.* In fact, there is nothing to prevent some other NHL team from crediting one of its players with 500 hits -- or 5,000 -- next season, dwarfing this wholly pointless record. We could end up with an imaginary arms race: "I have the most magic beans!" "Well, next year I will have even more magic beans!"

There is no official description of what a "hit" constitutes. Brushing against an opposing player? Sticking out your knee and taking a tripping call? Do the Wild credit their players for hits that occur after the whistle? (There's nothing preventing them from doing it.)

Here's the thing about hits: They're the one quantifiable thing of which a team being outplayed will accumulate more than the team doing the outplaying. It's a bone thrown to the fans -- at least my guys are trying hard. You've seen the scoring summaries in the intermission reports -- "the Wild are outhitting the Red Wings 17-8 through two periods..." -- if you're outhitting the other team, it means the other team has the puck more than you do. And you're almost certainly losing.

So congratulations to Cal Clutterbuck for taking out more aggression at being part of a mediocre team than any other player. And for fitting 317 (and counting!) angels on the head of a pin.

*Yes, I know he broke the "record" in a road game. He probably did actually have 7 hits at the Garden last night. But who knows for sure, is the point.

Why does this have a Sean Avery tag? Here's a shot from last night:

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Sunday, March 22, 2009

A-Rod Likes Hookers, Steroids, Madonna, Cheating On His Wife, Scott Boras, And Boys & Girls Club (So You Don't Think He's A Bad Person Or Anything)

With apologies to the ever-wonderful Surviving Grady...

George Steinbrenner's office just after the 2007 baseball season ended.

















Mr. Steinbrenner, a Mr. Cashman to see you, sir.
















Cashman?
















Yes, Sir. Mr. Brian Cashman. He's the General Manager of the Yankees.
















Oh, CASHman... right right. Send him in. Oh, and freshen this up for me, will you doll? [hands her full glass of water with dead goldfish floating in it]
















Uh, sure.


[enter Brian Cashman]















Cashman, right?















Yes, sir, Mr. Steinbrenner.
















Siddown, Cashman. And call me "Mr. Steinbrenner."















I di... uh, alright.
















So, I suppose you're wondering why I called you in here. I understand Alex Rodriguez has opted out of his $250 million contract and is a free agent. I'm worried about him going to Boston to play for the Red Stockings. I want you to offer him a 20 year, $550 million contract to stay with the Yankees.















Sir...
















"Mr. Steinbrenner."















Mr. Steinbrenner, I'm not sure that is such a good idea.
















Well, why the hell not?















There are rumors that Rodriguez is involved in some, uh... shall we say, unsavory activities.
















You better have good reason to slander a good and decent ballplayer like Alex Rodriguez, Cashman! You have exactly eight seconds to explain yourself!















We have reason to believe that Rodriguez is involved with steroids...
















So the fuck what, Cashman? About half our players are juicing!















I wasn't finished. ...involved with steroids, hookers, blow, Madonna, the murder of several South American dictators, the Jonas Brothers new 3D movie, more hookers, new Coke, Pepsi Clear, goat sex, the harvesting and black market sale of human fetuses, piracy, a new world wide Motley Crue tour, and promoting Scientology to infants.
















[clearly aghast] My God.... Well... how about 10 years and $275 million?















Done!

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The hits keep on coming for Ol' A-Rod, eh? Madonna, steroids, and now this. But, on the bright side for the Yankees: there isn't much more that could go wrong.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Boom Goes The Baseball Team

My dad is buying Washington Nationals tickets, because, I assume, he was unable to plunge a tuning fork into his eye while simultaneously setting fire to $320. In perusing the Nats schedule to help select the best games to see the Nats lose, I came across the Nationals promotional schedule.

One particular promotion caught my eye: "Bang, Zoom Go The Fireworks" Night. This idea was so popular in the promotional department that they decided they'd have it thirteen times (!). The wisdom of that aside, I couldn't help but notice the similarity between the title for said promotion, and this:




Coincidence, or is someone in the Nationals' promotional department making some sort of joke?

Friday, March 20, 2009

Disrespecting The Game, With Your Host, Bob Sagat!


Saget: Hello, and welcome to Disrespecting the Game! I'm your host, Bob Saget. Welcome to the game, where the object is to disrespect the game as much as possible! Today, we're joined by our latest contestant, Gaylord Goatcabin. Mr. Goatcabin, if you recall from last time, had passed through the first stage, and was on his way to...

Crowd: Disrespecting The Game!!

Saget: Ha ha! Right! OK, Mr. Goatcabin...

Goatcabin: Please, call me Gaylord.

Saget: Alright, Gaylord, when we last left off it was time for our Lightning Round!

Crowd: [applause]

Saget: OK, remember, Gaylord, you're going to have four different ten second increments in which to disrespect the game as much as possible. Our judges will give you up to ten points on the spot for each increment, depending on how disrespectful you are. Are you ready?

Goatcabin: You suck, Saget! You are the lousiest game show host ever to walk the planet!

Saget: Not yet, Mr. Goatcabin. I'll give you the signal.

Goatcabin: Oh, sorry.

Saget: OK... ready... give me ten seconds on the clock...set... GO!

Goatcabin: Fuck you, Saget, and fuck this game!

Audience: [applause]

Saget: Four points on that! Go!

Goatcabin: [pulls out a magic marker, draws star on the floor, stands over it and points at the sky] Eat that, bitches!

Crowd: [applause]

Saget: Six points! You'll have to do better than that! GO!

Goatcabin: [runs over to Saget, removes pants...]

Audience: Ewwwwwww!

Saget: Whew! That's pretty disrespectful! Eight points! You have ten more seconds... GO!

Goatcabin: [puts hockey stick on the ground, stands over it warming hands, pretending it's hot.]

Saget: AAAHHHHH!!!! [grabs hammer, hits self in head until he collapses in pool of blood]

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

"Dorothy Mantooth Is A Saint!"*


The WBC is a fucking disaster.  There, I said it.  I speak truth that others are scared to admit.  I eat poop.  And its yummy!  See?  I speak that truth too.  I'll say anything!  Better yet, I'll fuck anything that moves!!  

But that's hardly the point.  The point is the WBC (that's World Baseball Classic, not 'Water Buffalo Cock', or 'Wendell's Big Cock', or 'Look!  Cock!') is a disaster.  Why is it a disaster, you ask?  First of all, shut the fuck up.  This is my post.  Second of all, let me count the ways:

1. Nobody goes to the damn games.  I caught highlights of a game played at the former Skydome in Toronto and there were like twelve people in the stands.  And that counts fat people twice.**

2. All the players are getting injured.  Within the past few days the following players have been injured: Dustin Pedroia, Ryan Braun, Chipper Jones, and something named "Matt Lindstrom" who might just be a hockey player, I'm not sure.  Now comes news that Kevin Youkilis has been hurt.  Will the carnage never end?!?!

3.  Actually, there are only two ways. 

Would all these players have been hurt if they were just piddl'n their puds in Florida or yank'n their wanks in Arizona?  Quite possibly.  Is it just easier to blame a bunch of foreigners?  You bet!  Am I going to keep asking myself questions and then answering them in a seemingly never-ending and lazy literary device?  Hey!  Fuck you, buddy!

*Has nothing to do with the post, but I think its f'n funny.
**WAKA WAKA WAKA!!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

I'm Not Gay. Honest. Why Don't You Believe Me?



(Scene: A press conference in Florida. Inside a spring training practice facility. Enter a well-oiled, extremely tanned Alex Rodriguez in a pink tank top and tight baseball pants. The cameras are constantly snapping and reporters are shouting over each other.)


Gaggle of reporters: ALEX! ALEX! OVER HERE! ARE YOU GAY? WHY NOT JUST COME OUT! OVER HERE! PLEEEASSSE!


A-Homo (removing his hyper-fashionable shades and looking at the reporters with a steely, but slightly sexy and suggestive glare): Thank you all for coming out here today for another press conference, even though we're still weeks away from the season starting. I would also like to thank my teammates for being here today to show their support. While it's true I had to pay all f them $1 million to be here because they are so sick of my ridiculous shenanigans -- he he, I said "dick" - I know that they truly care for me and when we're all naked in the shower, I really realize what nice looking group we are.


I decided to call a press conference to address the ridiculous rumors - Sheesh, I said "dick" again. Wow. - that the media is spreading that I might be a homosexual. These rumors are flatly untrue and also really mean. Yes, it's true I love Madonna's music and am perhaps the biggest metro sexual in all of the world of the sports, but I'm not a gay man. Yes, I spend as much time as I can on the beaches of Miami, all lubed up and shirtless, but what does that mean? Lots of other guys down there do that.


People are saying that my recent photo shoot for Details looks a little bit, um...swishy, but I think the photos are tasteful, artistic and hot. Also, look at my GUNS in those photos! How could any gay guy have muscles like that?


So, to conclude, I am not, to my knowledge, a homo. So take that you bitches. Snapsnap! I'm out like white shoes after Labor Day.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Isn't That Name Taken?


The Washington Nationals are treading on thin ice. They lost 100 games last season, failed to sign their first round draft pick, the GM resigned in disgrace after an FBI investigation, and they couldn't fill their new tax-payer funded stadium in its inaugural season. What is the solution to all this?

A new mascot!!

For those of you too lazy to click the link, its a giant bird in a Nationals jersey and hat. Exciting!* It's not terrible looking, as mascots go, but the problem (you knew there would be one of these coming sometime soon, eh?) came when they tried to name the gosh-darned thing.

"Screech."

Really?

Sadly... [sigh...] yes. Can't these people do anything right?

*Not really.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Start'n'em Early... Too Early


My son Wyatt perfects his throwing motion. Sadly, it appears he's right handed, meaning there will be no forthcoming contracts from the Red Sox.

Caps Crap: Wake Me When The Playoffs Start

Much hand wringing has occurred on this here series of tubes about the late season cratering from your Washington Capitals. The Caps beat the Eastern Conference leading Bruins to end February and hadn't won since (before Tuesday night's OT win in Nashville). During that time they got smoked by the Panthers (6-2) and Hurricanes (5-2), who both aren't cup contenders (nor even shot glass contenders - WAKAWAKAWAKA!), and lost close games to similar non-contenders Toronto (2-1) and Pittsburgh* (4-3, OT).

It was this last loss to Pittsburgh and their Penguinhs** that I abhor so. And yet I live on, happily, or as happily as one can be when covered with baby vomit, because all this hand wringing is wholly unnecessary. Why?

It doesn't matter what the Caps do during these last 14 games of the season.

Let me prove it to you. The Caps are 41-21-6 (or 41-27 in any professional sports league other than the NHL) good for 88 points and first place in the Southeast Division. That puts them 11 points ahead of both the Florida Panthers (34-24-9) and the Carolina Hurricanes (36-27-5), their nearest rivals for the Southeast Division (motto: till death or bed time).

If the Caps play like the worst team in hockey, the New York Islanders, for the rest of the season, they'll earn 0.78 points per game, good for 11 more points. That gets Washington to a season total of 99 points. To win the division, Carolina and Florida will have to exceed 99 points. To reach that total, Carolina and/or Florida would have to earn 1.6 points per game over their remaining 14 games. To put that into perspective, the best team in the NHL, the San Jose Sharks, averages 1.47 points earned per game.

So, to sum up. If their closest pursuers play like the best team in the NHL and the Caps play like the worst team in the NHL, the Caps will still win their division and finish in the top three in the Eastern Conference.

Bring on the playoffs. Until then, yawn.***

*That's right! I called Pittsburgh a "non-contender!" What you bitches going to do about it?
**Ifh Pittsburgh wants toh addh extraneoush h's, I canh accommodate themh.
***Yawn not including tonight's game versus Philadelphia, where I hope the Caps crush the Flyers 10-0.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Happy Sad Day

Being a slightly bigger Dallas Mavericks fan than Dallas Stars fan (I loathe the CowTurds and the Dallas area doesn't have a baseball team), today I'm upbeat as the Mavs essentially ended the Phoenix Suns playoff era.



However, last night's $3 foot long shit sandwich that the Stars threw down in St. Louis may have been the death knell in their playoff hopes. Injuries have killed them, but they simply don't have the talent to keep up with the rest of the western conference. They're old and essentially bereft of scorers, especially with Richards and Morrow out long term, and while they have finally have had a little luck with their own prospects - Neal, Ericsson, Fistric, Grossman - their arrow is starting to point downward.



Sooo.. what now?


Hot stove time baby!


From today's Dallas Morning News:


They are eligible to sign any of them to extensions before July 1. If they don't, the UFAs will be able to shop themselves.


Players _ 2008-09 salary _ 2009-10 Status:



Sergei Zubov _ $5.35 million _ UFA
Jere Lehtinen _ $4 million _ UFA
Brendan Morrison _ $2.75 million _ UFA
Darryl Sydor _ $2.5 million _ UFA
Steve Begin _ $1.05 million _ UFA
Joel Lundqvist _ $725,000 _ UFA
Landon Wilson _ $550,000 _ UFA
Mark Parrish _ $500,000 _ UFA
Mark Fistric _ $788.889 _ RFA
Chris Conner _ $500,000 _ RFA
Tobias Stephan _ $485,000 _ RFA


Who do we keep on that list? Lehtinen? Too injury-proned now. Sydor? He's a turnstile and keeping him would drive a certain bar owner to drink himself in to a coma. Brendan Morrison? Tippett has already made him a whipping boy after only being here a week.

Even the face of the franchise, Mike Modano, is looking like he's got one foot on the golf course.



Man, best of luck to Hullie and Les Jackson.



Oh ya. We can't have a Dallas Stars Nutz poooast without this:

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The A-Rod Compendium: A Succinct History Of Bullshit



Alex Rodriguez has been putting his foot in his mouth (and wearing excellent sweaters) since he started playing baseball professionally in 1994. Despite not talking to the media much, during that time he's said a lot of dumb shit. Like that time he denied ever eating a Junior Mint. Ha ha! That was so stupid!

In light of recent events, TOOOAST!!! would like to present a quick look back at some of the best of A-Rod:

1998 - Hey, everyone! Look at me! I'm best friends with Derek Jeter! Whoopee!!

2001 - Derek Jeter isn't that good. Other Yankees are much better.

2002 - I would never eat a junior mint. They are not delicious.

2001-Present - Derek Jeter doesn't like me any more... waaah waah

2004 - I have always wanted most of all to be captain of the Texas Rangers.

One Month Later - I have always wanted most of all to play for the New York Yankees.

2005 - The capital of Nevada...? Nevada City!

2007 - I never took steroids! Never never never never never
yes i did it never never never!!

2009- I took steroids, but I didn't know what they were. I thought they were tic-tacs.

2009 (same day) - I knew we weren't taking tic-tacs. I thought we were taking junior mints.

2009 - Selena Roberts is a stalker. 2009 - Kevin Costner's best work? I would have to say "Water World."

2009 (next day) - Selena Roberts is not a stalker.

Last Week - I am having hip surgery.

...The Next Day - I am not having hip surgery! You are!

...Two Days Later - Ow! My hip!


What will the next nine years of A-Rod's contract bring us? Only A-Rod's handlers, publicists, and agents know for sure.

Monday, March 9, 2009

A Preemptive Reaction to Tomorrow's Shit Storm

I'm currently watching a little late night west coast bball - Lakers at Portland. It's been a horrible night for LA all game and with seconds to go in the third quarter, the Blazers are up by 28. The Lakers miss a shot with under five seconds to go and the crowd is chanting "Beat LA!" Brandon Roy grabs the rebound and fires it to a streaking Rudy Fernandez who is racing against the clock to get a dunk before the horn to put Portland up 30. He's full fucking throttle. As he goes up, Trevor Ariza jumps up behind him and swipes at the ball, hits the ball and his follow through knocks the out-of-control Fernandez off balance and he crashes in to the stanchion.

What next?

Fernandez is clearly hurt. Brandon Roy and the rest of the Blazers rush Ariza and surround him in front of the Lakers bench. Lamar Odom leaves the bench and will likely be suspended. As the melee is going on, Fernandez is writhing around alone under the basket. The Blazers announcers are in an uproar. "Flagrant two! Flagrant two!" Then they see the replay and the play-by-play guy backs off a little. The color guy? Not so much. His best line was, "It wasn't the crashing in to the floor that caused the injury! It was Ariza's follow through!" Ya, whatever.

Well, the refs huddled, and in a very hockey ref style, deemed that, since Fernandez was still in a Spanish heap on the floor, that Ariza should be assessed a flagrant two foul and be ejected. One thing to remember: Fernandez is Spanish. As in soccer. As in sell the injury with the verve of an Oscar winner. They end up spine boarding him and taking him off on a stretcher.

I call bullshit on the call. It was a foul, but nothing malicious and I bet the flagrant two status gets rescinded and Ariza doesn't get suspended.

By the way, with three minutes to go in the game, the Blazers are still up huge, with all of their starters in and the Lakers having mostly second-stringers in there - including freaking Adam Morrison. Oh, and Roy just dunked again and the dipshit color guy just yelled "YES!! YES!!"*

And the word from the locker room just came out. Fernandez seems ok, just a little bruised.

*I actually usually like the Blazers announcers, but they were just really caught up in the emotion of tonight's game. However, they are just another example of the rampant homerism that is spreading throughout the league that will require a more in-depth poooast on the future.

**If this thing is YouTubed, look for when the Portland ball boy is running on to the court and Lakers assistant coach Kurt Rambis grabs him by the collar and throws him out of the scrum.

How about some instant feedback from Blazers fans:

Posted by bsportland on 03/09/09 at 9:22PM
Time to head to the Rose Garden to find Trevor Ariza!

Posted by mojoblazer33 on 03/09/09 at 9:22PM
I hope you are ok Rudy! Fouls like this are beyond basketball, you don't mess with peoples lives!

Posted by cemax on 03/09/09 at 9:27PM
Rudy, America and the world loves you. Get well.

Posted by mjmc on 03/09/09 at 9:29PM
how many guys are the lakers going to put in the hospital this year with cheap fouls!
call it how it is: phil jackson is a dirty cheat.

Posted by Linfieldgrad on 03/09/09 at 9:47PM
Rudy got hit so hard that Oden hurt his other knee


Line of the night!

Mark Teixeira - POW! POW!

Mark "Big Tex" Teixeira is many things: power hitter, Gold Glove, Scott Boras-led mercenary douche with zero desire to connect to any community he plays for, money grubber, MLB All Star, devoid of personality human, vanilla-bland pseudo-corporation.


He's also the spitting image of the POW POW Guy from Step Brothers.


Teixeira:


Catalina Fucking Wine Mixer!


POW! POW!

It's an atlas T.O. - USE IT!!

This compilation of quotes from Terrell Owens' introductory press conference in Buffalo is crammed full of jaw dropping contortions of the English language, but the quote that sent me over the top was at the very end. I won't spoil it for you:



"Ladies and gentlemen! The 2009 Buffalo Bills - North America's Team!!"

However, maybe in a psychic way, T.O. is right! As BMFS said last night, when the Bills move to Toronto (T.O.in TO* - hey ohhh!!!), I guess they kinda would be North America's team as they would be the first team to occupy 2 of the 3 North American countries. That assumption would require both that Owens knows what North America is, and where the city of Toronto is located.

Another funny aspect of this quote was that when I first heard it on the radio late last night, the ESPN radio host who played it and was mocking it was ridiculing Owens for how silly it sounded, NOT for the fact that North America is actually not a country. Fucktard.

*"T.O. in TO" is intellectual property of BMFS. All rights reserved.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Cookie Monster On T.O.


Hello, kids. Cookie Monster here. Me take crack at explain T.O situation. Me think T.O. get shaft. NFL contracts not guaranteed, Cookie Monster eat cookies! YUMYUMUMUMUMUM!! YUMYUMYUMYUM!!!!!

Where was Cookie Monster...? Oh, yes. T.O. T.O. get shaft from Cowboys, Cookie Monster think. T.O. give heart and soul to franchise, only have Cowboys cut T.O. when convenient for Cowboys. Where T.O. go now? What T.O. do besides get interview on ESPN? T.O just do pushups in driveway, wait for phone to ring? Cookie Monster think bullshit. Cookie Monster get upset for T.O, so Cookie Monster eat more cookies!
YUMYUMUMUMUMUM!! YUMYUMYUMYUM!!!!! YUMYUMYUMYUM!!!!! YUMYUMYUMYUM!!!!!

Only way T.O. get job now is convince Al Davis stop smoking hooka pipe and sign T.O. Raiders best destination for T.O., only franchise with less brains than Cookie Monster. Cookie Monster think Raiders winning inversely proportional to Al Davis spend time as GM. Cookie Monster suggest more time eating cookies, less time on football.

So, sum up, Cookie Monster support T.O. think T.O. get bent over, screwed in anus.
Also, Cookie Monster urge you check out Cookie Monster new show on ESPN. Show called Cookie Monster Sports Show. Will be co-hosted by Steven A. Smith. Cookie Monster OUT.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Why Hip-Hop Sucked in '96...

...Same reason that, unless you live in Calgary, the NHL trade deadline in '09 was a big flop:

It's the money.

Only three of the 40-odd players traded today have more than 1 year left on their contracts -- winger Justin Williams (to the LA Kings, age 28), goalie Pascal Leclaire (to Ottawa, 27), and winger Patrick O'Sullivan (to Edmonton, 24). And only eight others are under contract past the end of this season, including Calgary's prize acquisition, center Olli Jokinen.

In other words, given the state of the economy in the US and Canada, almost no one is interested in making a long-term commitment.

The other big story in the financial news that is the '09 deadline is the Tampa Bay Lightning continuing to disgrace the entire concept of competitive activity. Today they undertook the process of trading off dead salary -- like the contract of the injured and completely finished Olaf Kolzig, to the Leafs -- to get their payroll low enough to qualify for revenue sharing. What a banana republic of a franchise. They'd be lumped in with Ted Stepien's early-'80s Cleveland Cavs and the current iteration of the Oakland Raiders, if only anyone gave a jolly fuck.

Today the Leafs essentially bought Tampa Bay's fourth-round draft pick in 2009 in exchange for half a million dollars' worth of toilet paper-quality contracts. The Leafs, of course, are the most profitable team and thus the biggest contributor to revenue sharing.

My local team, Someone's Dallas Stars*, tight against the cap, made a single move. After the desperate New York Rangers claimed Sean Avery on re-entry waivers, taking on half of Avery's salary, the Stars had enough cap space to claim center Brendan Morrison from the Anaheim Ducks. Morrison has been absolutely useless since leaving Vancouver a couple of seasons ago, but at least the Stars didn't give up anything for him -- plenty of other teams gave up legitimate assets for players who won't help them a whit. And Morrison still qualifies as a warm body, of which the Stars are woefully short at the moment because of injuries.

*When the Stars skate out onto the ice before the game, the PA announcer booms, "Heeeere they come! Your... Dallas... Stars!" At the last game I attended, in which the Stars were missing four of their five best players -- Morrow, Zubov, Modano, and Richards -- I remarked to a friend, "these aren't my Dallas Stars. My Dallas Stars are in the trainer's room or the fucking hospital."

Perhaps most notably, Morrison is the brother-in-law of Stars TV analyst and Master Of All That Which He Surveys Daryl Reaugh. The only silver lining of the Stars potentially missing the playoffs this year (and they're on the outside lookin' in at present): Razor has a contract with Versus and will likely work some playoff games there, so a national audience will have the occasion to bask in his brilliance.

My favorite (and least-favorite) team, the Flyers, made one trade of note, sending miscast third-liner Scottie Upshall and a second-rounder to Phoenix for... [wait for it] My least favorite player in the entire NHL, Daniel Carcillo.

Carcillo is little more than a poorly trained circus monkey. As a player, he brings fewer things to the proverbial table than he takes off.* However, he was a first-round pick just a few years ago, so he's got to be looked at as an entry-salaried prospect, not a replacement-level spare part. He won't get much ice time under John Stevens anyway; almost certainly less than Upshall -- a player who can actually stay out of the penalty box -- got. Upshall is a restricted free agent after this season and the Flyers were not going to make an effort to keep him. They can't get him the minutes he needs and they're already too close to the cap.

I have heard speculation that the Flyers were clearing some salary with this deal in order to set up a potential blockbuster deal for Jay Bouwmeester, who the Florida Panthers wisely chose to retain. This theory is totally irrelevant because the Panthers wanted at least one NHL player in exchange for him -- not purely picks and prospects. The Flyers, by including Upshall and another established player in exchange, would have offset Bouwmeester's salary without a separate trade to clear salary.

Caps GM George "Archie" McPhee went on record to say that, in exchange for Bouwmeester, Florida GM Jacques Martin asked for Karl Alzner, Simeon Varlamov, and John Carlson... who are Washington's three best prospects! (Alzner is NHL-ready; Varlamov is probably ready to be an NHL understudy for a year before starting.) Vancouver, another proposed Bouwmeester trade destination, was probably going to have to offer Mason Raymond, Kevin Bieksa -- both NHLers, the latter an established, good NHLer -- and one of their goaltending prospects to get him.

*One of the greatest things I've seen this season was the Stars' Krys Barch beating the tar out of Carcillo a few weeks ago. He knocked him down, picked him up, knocked him down again, picked him up again, and knocked him down a third time.

Now if you'll kindly excuse me, it's Pointlessly Offensive Outsider Patronization (POOP) Night in the NBA, and I'm going to drop in on "Los Mavs" versus "Los Spurs" and try to hold down my lunch.

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Sunday, March 1, 2009

Don Cherry Can Suck My Cock

Listen to this senile old goat bitch and moan about reigning MVP and current best hockey player on the planet Alex Ovechkin's goal celebrations being over the top.



For those of you too lazy to watch the video above, I've included a transcript.

Don Cherry: Don't you Canadian kids do that!
Ass Kissing Alan Colmes Wannabe: Don't do what, Don?
Cherry: Score goals, you ass-kissing Alan Colmes wannabe! Real Canadian kids shouldn't be scoring goals, winning MVP, or reviving a hockey franchise almost single-handedly! There's no room for happiness or celebration in hockey and anything that excites fans should be banned!
Colmes: Anything else to add, Don?
Cherry: Sure! I do enjoy the taste of my own shit!
Colmes: We all do, Don. We all do.

What a stupendous cornhole.

Paralyzed Nationals Leave Firing Of Jim Bowden To... Jim Bowden!

As if giving a 24 year old "16 year old" $1.4 million wasn't enough, Nationals GM Jim Bowden is under investigation by the FBI* for skimming money off the top of bonuses given to Latin American players. This combined with a 100 loss season, a team that shows no signs of breaking through anytime soon, and a farm system described by BP's Kevin Goldstein as containing questionable "depth and upside" and lacking "any true impact players."

To sum up: Major league team = no good; minor league system = no good; GM being investigated by FBI; I don't think it's a stretch to proclaim Bowden an abject failure as Nats GM. Still all this was not enough to get him fired.

So he fired himself.

"It is an emotional decision that saddens me, but one that I feel is in the best interests of the two things I love most -- baseball and the Washington Nationals," said Bowden. I second that shit. The sooner Bowden leaves DC the better off the Nationals will be. About the only guy they could replace him with who would be worse is... Oh shit! Does anyone know where Steve Phillips is?

*Female Body Inspector! HA!