Every instance of a rugger or ref getting blasted in the following video helps define how I feel about this Monday. Most especially, the guy taking a pass off the noodle that bounces into the hands of the opposing team. Fitting on doom and gloom day like today.
H/T Your Scrumhalf Connection for the link (follow them on twitter as well)
Before you get too offended, understand that contained within this post is an opportunity to hang with Scottie Pippen and drink free beer on a Sunday afternoon, as the title suggest.
The Tribeca Film Festival is getting underway, and amongst the films premiering at the Fest is the outlandish doc Midgets vs. Mascots. I’ll let the description speak for itself…
In this “Borat” meets “Jackass” shockumentary, 5 little people and 5 mascots battle for $1 million apiece in competitions like “how few insults does it take to get punched in a bar”, and “alligator wrestling”. Gary Coleman, leading the littles as himself, is a comedic freight train (or train wreck) as he gets into actual fist fights with mascots, coaches and even Scottie Pippen. Like “Borat”, much of the film is shot “guerilla improv” as they surprise unsuspecting bystanders when the teams crash restaurants, bars and neighborhoods during outrageous competitions.
Well, after viewing this trailer, I think it’s possible that Coleman & Co. may have usurped Sasha Cohen, and his upcoming part deux of the Ali G series Bruno, in the shock dept.
Gary, with all due respect, it’s a fair question. What else have you done? In fact, the first person to email me the show from this photo below (Gary appeared in an Episode once) wins the chance to, again, meet Scottie Pippen and drink free beer next Sunday.
The details, Gunaxin and Scottie are hosting a pre-party next Saturday in New York City at the Village Pourhouse, with free open bar from 12:30 – 1:30 p.m.! Afterwards, we’re going to check out the screening of Midgets vs. Mascots. Send me the title of the show and you get to come hang.
The last time I was a legit WWF fan, this song was a staple on MTV’s 120 Minutes (Pinfield For Life)
It’s actually TNA Wrestling (WWE sister organization?) who commissioned Billy Corgan for this spot to promote this weekend’s pay-per-view.
Check out the promo (Weird? Awesome? Douchey?) and the original video for old times sake…
Billy Corgan Adapts “Butterfly Wings” For Wrestling Commercial, Joins Twitter (Stereogum)
Came across this promo video for this weekend’s Roller Derby Match in L.A., with The Sirens taking on the Varsity Brawlers. The Derby Shezilla animation is pretty high-end, check it out…
Pretty soon there going to have to hold Hell on Wheels at The Staples Center in L.A.
Thinking along those lines, if Nicholson is your resident courtsider for Lakers games, who would make a better permanent Hollywood fixture at L.A. Roller Derby bouts?
Go ahead and cast your votes, or your write-in votes, in the comments. If you’re in the L.A. area this week and want more info (or want to track down Long Island Lolita for a roller skating jaunt on the Boardwalk) go to derbydolls.com.
CC Sabathia is without question, undeniably overpaid overfed. No reasonable person would argue against calling CC a straight up fatso.
Plus, he’s not worth $161 million dollars. Plus, he recently bought a Giant Castle in New Jersey (astute observation by Deadspin commenter Business_Socks, “I see they’ve got the PVC for the fondue sprinklers. Fancy.” )
I’m having a really hard time dealing with this, and I’m sure you all are too. So, feel free to use any of these noms de om nom nom nom (30 in total, so far) when referring to CC…
I couldn’t seem to come up with any for Curry, Chives, Chutney, Canoli or Catsup. Feel free to leave those and others in the comments. Special thanks to @johnthedomingos for contributing to the list.
Note: It’s immaterial, but Fatty’s name is actually Carsten Charles Sabathia.
wait…
That’s the plot from Point Break. What I meant was…
What a completely, unavoidably clickable headline – kudos SbB.
The story goes that pro surfer Chris Ward got in a bar tussle in Mammoth, CA that devolved into him punching out three women and threatening another with a chunk of ice.
Ward maintains his innocence. The bar manager is calling it one of most disturbing displays he has ever seen. And the whole thing allegedly started because one of the women started wearing Ward’s jacket.
Hey brah, I believe it was Chris “I’d never hit a woman but…” Rock who said it best when he said, “If a woman wears your jacket in the club, she’ll probably su….” Well, I guess that’s irrelevant at this point.
Ward is going to be charged – probably assault, battery, drunk and disorderly, and attempting to enact a fatality on someone – yet, he’s still allowed to compete on the surf circuit (???!) I think the surf commish is taking innocent till proven guilty a little too literal in the case of Sub-Zero Ward here.
The New York Times reports this week that the record for most wins by a Div. 1 baseball program is held, not by one of the Texas/Florida/California baseball factories, but the University of Fordham Rams of Bronx, NY with 4010 wins in the program’s 150 year history.
And get this. The next closest is Texas with 3,117 – a margin of 893 games.*
I crunched the numbers and, short of any hard data calculations to report, I’ve determined this record SUPREMELY UNBREAKABLE!!!
To honor the record and the 150 year Anniversary, Fordham will take on Williams College, also celebrating their team’s 150 year heritage, next Tuesday. Rev. Joseph M. McShane, Fordham’s president and the padre behind the game, will toss out the first pitch on Fordham’s Bronx campus. As sort of a backhanded complement, Hal Steinbrenner, a Williams grad. was invited to throw out the second pitch.
Check out the NYT story for all sorts of baseball almanac-type info. Like for instance, according to the article, Williams technically played the first NCAA baseball game. But they played using “Massachusetts rules,” which allows 14 players on the field, and no foul territory. Williams lost that game to Amherst 73-32.
I checked out of last night’s NCAA Championship game about ten minutes in (North Carolina already up by double digits, on pace to score 60 in the first half) and flipped on what would prove to be a lukewarm episode of 24 (only reason we endured that much of the game was so we could rifle through the commercials).
Then, I felt like a timing genius when we tuned back in just in time to see this nonsense in the stands…
I thought seeing HaShades Thabeet making time with his best girl would be the highlight of the show. But, wrong. Should have waited to see this.
Did the In Loving Memory Of guy at the end write this jam? Because I’m gonna feel like a big d if he did after saying this: that song was absurd and preposterous. Preposterousness at it’s finest though. Because I’m sure that made the Hansbrough family weep, and the rest of us cut-up, just like during one of Hansbrough’s E-trade commercials…
Hat’s off to Hansbrough for his tourney performance – you’re a tough mofo who plays an ugly version of basketball that we don’t see too often anymore. But your pro career is going to fledgling, and I’ll never stop making fun of people who have or will inevitably be getting a ton of money they do not deserve.
H/T to Brahsome for first posting this year’s opus One Shining Moment.
ABC Family really got it right when they decided to air Rookie of the Year, Little Big League and The Sandlot back-to-back-to back on Saturday. What’s truly unfortunate is that it was all just programming stunt to plug the World Television Premiere of Sandlot 3: Heading Home that night ( They made a Sandlot 2? ). Starring Luke Perry as Tommy “Santa” Santorelli.
Ah geez, I apologize. Let me remedy that one…
Earlier in the week I posted a caption contest honoring the kick-off of the 2009 WFTDA Roller Derby season. And the winner is…
Your winner and the recipient of this impressive cache of No Fear memora...errr, things – you know him, you love him – Isaac, maker and creator of the blog The World of Isaac.
In lieu of a victory speech, he submits this video…
Class. I can’t wait to ship this guy a case of something called Bloodshot Energy Drink.
