Check out the trailer…
The music gives me the chills. The surfing looks pretty standard in the death defying sense. What you need to know here is that these three brainiacs thought it would be smart to film their documentary in Ireland in the dead of Winter…
The “repeat the three-peat” wins of the NBA finals of ‘96, ‘97, and ‘98 created a cadre of basketball superstars and characters and set the bar at a new high for the next generation of players. Now a little piece of that victory is up on the auction block. In a testament to the far reach of the recession, former Bulls guard and assistant coach to the Sacramento Kings, Randy Brown, has declared bankruptcy, and his three championship rings will be for sale to the highest bidder via online auction at WestAuction.com.
Auction is set to start May 19, bid for a ring starts at $19,000.
Wow, that is truly unfortunate news.
I haven’t worked as hard, and definitely never will, for anything in my life as hard as that guy probably worked to get three NBA titles. Would love to see this story play out where a 90′s era Bulls PR guy or Accounts Payable guy who snagged a ring by being part of the association turns one over to Brown.
Could happen, right? After all, we’ve got 284 people (who presumably weren’t players) selling various Championship rings on Ebay right now. (via SportsCollectorsDaily.com)
Even though there’s something like a few hundred million of us Worldwide, admittedly I’m pretty fortunate to be named Mike. For instance, it’s a handle that is rarely if ever misspelled. I can only remember once in recent times that someone botched it. I had ordered Chinese take-out and the lady wrote my name on the bill spelled Maik. She’s pretty destined not to progress beyond that field.
On the contrary, it’s gotta be rough to be named Sean, or Shaun, or Shawn – the people who meet you have a 33% chance of success at best, maybe 50% if you’re Irish. Then these two jokers come along and compound the problem…
One laughs in the face of phonetics, and the other completely exploits it.
Sean Connery, Shaun of the Dead, Shawn from Boy Meets World, and everyone else (except Sean Salisbury, douche), here’s a poll that aims to uphold your integrity…
Quick Poll: WHO HAS THE WORST NAME?
NOTE: Shawne Merriman , we’re cool right? Don’t hurt me.
Jacoby “The Jet” Ellsbury steals home, the Sox close out the sweep of the Yankees at home, and my roommate and I had the first simultaneous “Holy S#@t” yell of the young 2009 MLB season (in the friendly confines of our home).
It was Ellsbury’s first steal of home plate since College, and the first one for the Red Sox since Jose Offerman did so in August 1999. Still, that one was part of a double steal; the last straight steal of home (love that expression) for the Sox dates back to 1994 (Billy Hatcher)
In honor of Ellsbury and all you grifters out there, I give you 10 videos featuring Great Moments in Stealing Home. We’ve got another Pettitte failing, some video game footage, Jenny Finch as a teen, and of course the classic 1955 steal by Jackie Robinson. (Also, something that doesn’t technically qualify as stealing home. I’m a sucker for a well-executed clothesline, what can I say.) Enjoy!
Jennie Finch (age 16) steals home
Backyard Wrestling “Don’t Steal Home”
Tsuyoshi Shinjo stealing home plate
Delayed Steal to Home Plate (2007 Little League World Series Japan vs. Curacao)
Johnny C steals home as batter swings (Here I F@#%ing COME!)
Jackie Robinson Steals Home (Game One, 1955 World Series, Dodgers vs. Yankees)
Aaron Hill Stole Home!
And last, but not least…
…OK, they wouldn’t let me embed this one. Please, go watch it. Just read the description:
Well, it proved to not be a bad way to spend a balmy Saturday afternoon.
I met the task master himself. I asked Goodell what he thought about the Stafford contract, to which he responded, “Lot of money, good kid.” I detected a bit of seethe in those few words.
Newbie Stafford’s guaranteed money ($41.7 mil) trumps that of the highly-accomplished Ben Roethlisberger’s ($36 mil).
The spread in the VIP lounge, impeccable – penne ala vodka and phenomenal finger foods. We ran out of beer by the third pick. But they remedied that pretty quickly.
For a fleeting moment, I thought we weren’t going to get a boo barrage when the Jets took Sanchez…then we learned the details of the trade (the Jets gave up their first-round pick, their second-round (No. 52), and defensive end Kenyon Coleman, safety Abram Elam and quarterback Brett Ratliff), and it was much worse than booing; I heard ‘rape!’ being uttered, a lot.
In my opinion, the most intriguing moment of the first round came when the Ravens took Ole Miss OT Michael Oher, the young man profiled in Michael “Moneyball” Lewis’ book, The Blind Side. A book about the behemoth of a gifted athlete who has everything in life working against him (homeless at one point). While at the same time being compared to Anthony Munoz and Orlando Pace, two guys who were instrumental in the left Offensive Tackle becoming the second-highest paid position (to QB) in the game.
Speaking of QBs, Cassel inked his deal today. He almost got Stafford money.
I stuck around until the Pats picked traded down twice. Thanks to @tarametblog and Pepsi for hooking me up with the pass.
Planning to spend Short Skirt Saturday* inside Radio City Music Hall for the 2009 NFL Draft. Thanks to @tarametblog and Pepsi for hooking me up with the V.I.P. pass!
I’ll be there around 2:30, at which point live-tweeting will commence. Follow me on twitter or check out steadyburn.tumblr.com (the weakest looking tumblog in the land at the moment) for all the real-time updates!
Should be a draft to remember, considering that it’s supposed to push 85 tomorrow in NYC, which means only the most irate of Giants and Jets fans are planning to show up and boo incessantly the hometown picks.
If you want to prep for the draft by hearing about Mark Sanchez’ NYC burger odyssey, follow him on twitter here. If you want to get familiar with some of the best pre-draft content going around the blogosphere, there’s always the NFL Draft of All-Time Video Game Greats and Top Five Hottest Girlfriends of 2009 NFL Draft Prospects.
Enjoy the picks!
*In College, a friend of mine coined the term Short Skirt Saturday to represent the first balmy Saturday in the Spring in New York. Self-explanatory, inspired, and completely on point.
Who saw this coming (Not I), Brian Boitano’s Food Network show (What Would Brian Boitano Make?, premiering in August) could be brutally awesome.
Well, I’m in for at least one episode.
According to NBCBayArea.com, a recent episode shoot entailed WWBBD slugging bacontinis and hanging out with the Bay Area Derby Girls, San Fran’s Women’s Flat Track Roller Derby team.
Boitano’s production team was looking for subjects when they came across the Bay Area Derby Girls, our local flat track roller derby league, and wanted to do a show with them but wasn’t sure how to incorporate food into the mix.
Chesty Gillespie, number 34DD of the Oakland Outlaws (of which my wife, Deadly Nightshade, is a starting blocker), was asked if she had any ideas of how to do a segment for the show and she said that roller girls love bacon. In fact, many of them, Gillespie included, have bacon tattoos!
I like the throw it on the wall and see what sticks, Rock N’ Roll production strategy of the Boitano camp. And as a thank you gesture, Boitano is inviting the Derby girls over for a multi-course meal of bacon at his San Francisco home.
Boitano, the master of pork chivalry, indeed. (run with that one if you like…)
For context purposes,
This is a bacontini…
This is a Chesty Gillespie…
And this is the South Park gem that, in my opinion, allowed Boitano to maintain the inkling of cachet that earned him a shot at a Food Network show…
Brian Boitano, Food Network Star? (The Food Section)
Boitano, Bacon and Booze, Oh My! (NBC Bay Area)
From my boy Melfi’s Coachella photo album. His thoughts:
Cookie Dough Meat, not a good look.
Well, I think it looks delightful.
When I say abuse, I’m not talking about having to ask Piniella to “lay off the water works, Lou.”
I’m talking about the business end of Hank Blaylock’s broken bat last night….
As well as taking an uncontested 96 mph fast ball from Brad Penny to the dome last year.
Like.A.Ton.Of.Bricks.
Sports By Brooks posted this morning that Danley was taken to the hospital for a possible concussion after that bat whack last night. Here’s hoping he makes a speedy recovery.
Not a glutton for punishment personally, but, if I had to suffer umpire abuse, I would rather go this route:
The Mavericks got it pushed in last night ( lost to the Spurs 84-105 in game two of their first round playoff series ), and the frustration compelled Mavs center Erick Dampier to deliver this gem of a post game quote:
“Parker got into the teeth of our defense and caused problems,” he said. “Every time he drives the lane, we have to put him on his back. The first foul has to tell him he’s in for a long night.
“My first foul Thursday night is going to put him on his back. I guarantee it.”
Sweet plan, Clubber Lange.
I hate Tony Parker. It’s a well documented hate, but in case you didn’t know him and I have the same birthday, which makes him exactly one-year older than me. And short of having a better beard, he pretty much one-ups me in every dept. (NBA Titles, NBA Finals MVPs, Eva Longorias, etc.). Plus, the Spurs are the boringest basketball show on Earth.
It’s an involved hatred, and with that in mind I can honestly say that this quote by Dampier directed towards my mortal enemy is the most clownish display of the young playoffs yet.
Maybe it’s a close second…
