Showing posts with label NFL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NFL. Show all posts

Monday, October 12, 2009

Footbrawl




Looks like Rush Limbaugh is gonna be one of the new owners of the St. Louis Rams. Problem is, the NFL Players Association thinks he's too much of a hateul fearmonger to be the owner of a major sports franchise. Really? Anyone remember Marge Schott? Aye caramba! Since when do we start giving personality tests to team owners? If that were the case nobody would own a team. Look, if RL has the cashola to buy a team, let him. After all, if he's busy running the Rams into Bolivia, maybe he'll stop flapping his lie-hole about how happy he is that America lost the Olympics. BTW...it surely would give people a reason to hate the Rams, neh?

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Monday, July 6, 2009

Breakup Wakeup




Poor “Air” McNair. Remember back in the day when a woman would break up with you by mailing you a Dear John letter? Aye caramba! Nowadays, when people break up, they’ve gotta cap a couple of nine milli rounds into your dumb ass. Couldn't she at least have broken up with him on her Facebook page? BTWwasn’t McNair married? Question #1: Was Steve McNair contemplating running for a Republican Senate or Governor’s seat? Question #2: Is there one friggin’ monogamous husband in the whole country? SHEESH! Seems everyone is tappin’ asses not belonging to their significant others. Makes you wonder why people defend marriage so vehemently.



The Taliban in Afghanistan has kidnapped an American soldier. Just what we fuckin’ need. A couple of comments: Why isn’t this front page news? Why isn’t this the lead story for every T.V. and radio newscast in the country? Why haven’t we heard from one politician voicing outrage? And now that the world knows America tortures prisoners, do we have any moral high ground to complain when they torture our brother? No. Hey Chimp-Dick…still glad you suspended habeas corpus, opened Gitmo and H2OBoarded detainees? Right…you WOULD. As for us…we’re gonna actually pray for the kidnapped American brotherhubbard…he’s gonna need it.


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Friday, February 13, 2009

Here at PTB we love us some NBA All-Star weekend. No other sport compares. MLB has juiced-up ‘roid-ragers hitting candy-assed fastballs into Bolivia. Weak. The NFL barely shows up to play the week after the Super Bowl. Lame. The NHL’s all-star game? Fuggeddaboudit. No, we’ll take the NBA with its slam dunk contest and the three point shoot-out over that other crap any day. And this weekend is gonna be even more special. For the first time in NBA all-star history, they’re gonna have a game of H-O-R-S-E. YEE HAW!!!




As you probably already knew, H-O-R-S-E was invented by the Greeks as a way to end the siege of Troy back during the Trojan War. The Greeks got the victory when Ajax the Lesser sank a half-court hook shot and the Trojans couldn’t respond. Too bad all wars couldn’t be decided by a game of H-O-R-S-E. Hell, if that were the case, America would regain her place as the greatest country in the world. How? Barry's got game. He’d take out a can of whoopass on Kim Jong Il, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad or Fidel Castro. The 'Bamer is a flat-out baller. Besides, do you know how hard it is to shoot hoops dressed like a Taliban or al Qaeda? The friggin’ robes get in the way of everything. Besides, have you ever tried shooting a basketball while holding an AK-47? Not easy.




ANYWAY…we might not settle the world’s problems with a game of H-O-R-S-E (unless it's the 1977-1978 version)…but it sure beats the way we do things now. Hope y’all have a great weekend…we’ll be watchin’ hoops.




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Monday, December 1, 2008

Shoot to Thrill


Over the weekend NFL player Plaxico Burress was at a nightclub in the Big Apple where he pulled a Cheddar Bob and shot himself in the leg. Good shootin’ bro. Plax, like lots of other athletes, carries heat for “protection.” We don’t buy it.




First of all, just ‘cause Plax thinks people recognize him as a celebrity when he hits the town doesn’t make it true. There are very few athletes people could pick out of a crowd. Don’t believe it? Everyone knows who Brett Favre is and what he looks like but can you name one other person on his team? If you can’t even name another player, HTF are you gonna recognize one in a club? You probably won’t.




Second of all, why do you have to carry a gun? Aren’t you a big, bad professional football stud? Wouldn’t pepper spray work just as well? How ‘bout a Taser? Problem with a gun is, there’s no middle ground. Pop a cap in someone or not.




The thing is, jocks get special treatment at an early age. Show a propensity for math? Geek. Show an interest in science? L7. But show some athletic ability and they’ll be lickin’ yer nut sack for the duration. People make athletes into heroes and athletes believe it. Then they hit the clubs packin’ knowing full well that nothing good can come from bringin’ a piece to a party.




Rule #1… If the party needs a gun, stimulants or downers…its not a party. Remember, your pistola and ego are fickle friends…and they’ll both get you into trouble in the end.




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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Don't Bend Over In The Shower Mike!

He copped a plea.


You don't cop a plea unless you're at least a little guilty.


What Michael Vick did to his dogs is unconscionable...no...that's too nice of a term. What he did was flat out BSC.


Your dog loves you no matter what kind of prick you are.


Hitler's dog loved him and he was a MAJOR asshole


Dick's dog loves him and he's a HUGE dick.


Even Michael Vick's dogs loved him. How did he return that unconditional love? Like the rat-bastard he is. Hey Michael...enjoy the Gray Bar Motel. You're getting a WAY better fate than your dogs.


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