An excuse to post a photo of Amber Rose eating a burrito. She’s a Steelers fan (or she’s just dating Wiz Khalifa).
Either way, take that Kanye (read: excuse to post a sexy photo of Amber Rose and Kanye).
(H/T PSAMP)
Following up my post from last week/last year crowdsourcing a good hockey book. I like the term crowdsourcing much more after reading this definition.
I decided to go with Blades of Glory by John Rosengren, which I picked up for a dollar off Half.com right before this (love me some Half.com). Minneapolis sportswriter Rosengren tells the story of the the Jefferson High School Jaguars of Bloomington, MN – coached by “the winningest hockey coach in the state,” Tom Saterdalen.
From Amazon:
Granted unlimited access to the team in its 2000-01 season, Rosengren attended “every team meeting, practice, and game” and became intimately involved with the team, its members’ parents, and its fans. Despite some disturbing incidents, such as discovering that some players were taking banned performance-enhancing substances, Rosengren found that the Jaguars’ “quest revealed the beauty and goodness of the game” even as it “exposed issues troubling to youth sports.” Kind of a Season on the Brink for hockey, Rosengren’s portrait of this highly rated team of teenagers–first ranked nationally among high-school hockey teams–its travails, and its accomplishments is not to be missed.
If there’s one good story about a fight in stands between hockey parents, I’ll be satisfied.
Thanks to the hockey bloggers who helped me out with their insights, especially Frank from Pensburgh and Chemmy from Pension Plan Puppets. I like doing these posts looking for good sports read. I may have to start a separate blog dedicated to such. Call it Voracious ______ (Walt Clyde Frazier, help me out).
Be advised, thoughts on Blades of Glory to come.
On September 14, 2009, the great Patrick Swayze lost his battle with pancreatic cancer and passed away too young at the age of 57. Swayze had a prolific acting career, one that inspired his devoted fan base to believe that if anyone could beat this disease it was him (Swayze played a bank robbing surf ninja and villainous sky diving enthusiast in Point Break. Cancer? No problem, compadre). He was diagnosed in January of 2008 with a sickness that most people will succumb to in under a year – he held on for 20+ months. During that time period, his 1989 film Road House was the most broadcast movie on American television in the past year according to Rolling Stone – airing 45 times on AMC, A&E and CMT. Maybe you were lucky enough to flip it on and catch a riveting scene like this…
In lieu of burying Swayze with Dalton’s medical dossier, each week during football season I’ll be awarding one player the “Pain Don’t Hurt” Award to honor Swayze’s memory. This week’s recipient…
If you haven’t figured it out yet, the PDH committee is heavily influenced by the fantasy implications of a player’s performance. So, save your defensive nominees, and anyone on the St. Louis Rams, for the comments.
Specifically, I’m influenced by it. And it’s primarily the players who’ve negatively impacted my 2009-10 fantasy campaign that I’m paying attention to. This week, enter Rashard Mendenhall, who one week ago was an underachieving second year running back, not to mention newly benched.
After Gore went down and I need to sure-up at RB, I made a deal to get Tim Hightower that included Mendenhall. Two weeks go by, and Mendenhall goes from sleeper pick to trade afterthought in my mind. Then, as I’m thinking that acquiring Trent Edwards was the most unfortunate occurrence of inking that deal, what does Mendenhall do? Run’s like the wind personified against the Chargers.
165 yards, 2 TDs. That’s more rushing yards than anyone else in the league this past Sunday.
Not like I could have used that to off-set the 36 points that San Francisco’s DEFENSE put up against my team or anything. If they’re at all aware of Fantasy, I bet Gore and Mike Singletary are both laughing their ass off about that. I take back every nice thing I said about your lobster bisque and Del Taco fast food eatery, San Francisco.
Here’s a link to a few nice things that were said about Mendenhall this week.
The 2010 “Pain Don’t Hurt” Awards:
Week One: Brandon Meriweather
Week Two: Frank Gore
Week Three: Mark Sanchez
Santonio? I wouldn’t put it past him.
I’ve long been campaigning (lamenting to people with no authority or pull, whatsoever) in favor of the four day work week. It obviously hasn’t happened…yet.
In the interest of idealists nationwide, each Friday I’m going to draft a list of how I could be better spending my time if I wasn’t confined to the office.
Because I am nothing, if not overly productive, during freedom time.
Lobbying in favor of alcohol sponsorship in sports
Calling in an anonymous tip on Joey Porter, that meth head! (Do pay phones still exist?)
Three words: Stairmaster Segway Hybrid
Whip up some spiced poached iceberg lettuce
Cruise around on a Strida folding bike, avoid getting taken out
Complete a flawless run in the game Mouse Trap
Buy a 2009 calendar, and check off all the days that UCONN basketball has Nationally televised games
Go as Natalie Coughlin’s date to the Golden Goggle Awards
A little light on quantity today, and for that, I apologize. And though 20 of these clearly exemplifies that I’ve grown lethargic, beyond the shadow of a doubt, 10 is still pretty despondent. Godspeed.
