I graduated from college. I’ve done my fair share of stupid things and I have some scars/great stories to prove it. With that said, it would take more than a couple free beers to convince me that this was a great idea.
I graduated from college. I’ve done my fair share of stupid things and I have some scars/great stories to prove it. With that said, it would take more than a couple free beers to convince me that this was a great idea.
The blog returned back on July 13th after a brief month and a half (involuntary) hiatus. Since my scouring hasn’t turned up anything interesting to post today, I thought I’d share some statistics. Who doesn’t enjoy numbers that don’t mean anything to the person reading them? Exactly.
We have hockey goaltenders that can deflect a shot faster than you can turn down an AOPi. We have pitchers that can manipulate a ball to damn near do anything just short of their own laundry. We have football players that juke, jump, and spin their way out of a opposing players AND gun crimes. Why the hell are we not the best at a sport where you simply run around and throw a ball in a net?
It’s not soccer. Our track record in that displays that we’re clearly not the best with our feet. What is the US good at? Throwing balls into targets, whether it be a hoop or a pair of hands. Handball even makes it look so easy that I could round up some Devastators to play and at least look like we knew what we were doing.
I’m glad this question hasn’t gone unasked by someone in major media.
Sunday Afternoon. I have nothing on the sched’, until a bro date to Pineapple Express. I’m taking a page from Mooney’s book and oggling some Polish volleyball players on the Olympics while doing some Stumbling. And I come across this mindwarp of a flash game. It has a creepy tone to it (needs volume, but I promise nothing will jump out at you), and is a puzzle game. I figured it out on my second try, so lets see if anyone can find the King’s Treasure box without the ball resetting to the top.
Mark Spitz just described this whole Michael Phelps experience as “epic.” Surely this makes him the leading contender for “Coolest Non-Competitor” in Beijing. Mark Spitz is epic for saying epic on international TV, but is it enough to win this title?
No, this contest was ever before it even began. Our winner is hands down the only person in Beijing (besides Jennie Finch and Alicia Sacremone) that I want to follow me around on a daily basis. This person would add infinite more excitement (and mustache) to everything I did and just sound awesome while doing so.
Who is it? NBC’s one-mustached-man entertainment machine. Read more…
I’m posting this article because I know people like Hatfield or Hamby would be interested in this. Personally, I don’t want to ruin my memories of fighting off 5-year-olds cousins while I’m trying to watch my Rocko and Are You Afraid of the Dark at my grandparents house on Sunday afternoons. Watching them just wouldn’t be the same without powerbombing someone 6 years younger than me onto the couch.
Nickelodeon Adding Classic Shows to iTunes
As part of Nick Rewind, which catalogues its older programming, Nick will sell individual episodes for the standard iTunes price of $1.99 and “best-of” collections and seasons for $8.99-$19.99.
Among the shows available on Nick Rewind on iTunes will be Rugrats, Clarissa Explains It All, Doug, Hey Dude, Rocko’s Modern Life, The Amanda Show, Aaahhh! Real Monsters, Angry Beavers, As Told by Ginger, Rocket Power and The Wild Thornberrys.
No Legends of the Hidden Temple? Kablam? or Salute Your Shorts?!
Weak. Seriously weak.
During the final months of my senior year, one act happened on the hall as often as drinking - playing/watching MLB: The Show 08. Whether Maddog Moonroms as sitting down batters as soon as they stepped in the box, Cole was sitting on the edge of our coffee table to see his pitcher better (?), or Hamby was begging to create a player, everyone was involved in this game. However, since then only Matt and I have been playing the game. We’re the only players that have reached the 2013 season, I believe.
Sure, my first player was a bust because he was only 5′8″ and slower than a day in Economics class. But my second player was a vast improvement. So, after I completed my 2012 season today (in the WS against Red Sox currently), I decided to do a comparison between my 2012 season and Matt’s. Just for fun (and because I knew I beat him in many areas). And because I’m accounting major and don’t seen enough Excel on a daily basis, I made a chart of our stats:
Luckily I just upgraded my texting package too. I don’t have to worry that I’ll have to text “hey whats up? i think ur hot, and we should get 2gether, but don’t txt me back cuz i reached my limit. lets just partake in frottage at the next party.” This video also backs up my theory on 80’s parties.
Via Coop:
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That’s right, I just took over one of Libra’s posts from his blog.
The Olympics are great. I fought back all urges to crap my pants in the last leg of the America Vs. Frenchies 4×100 relay, where we made France dip their frog legs in our proverbial “In your freaking face” sauce and eat them. I found myself enthralled by synchronized diving. I’ve even logged a couple hours of watching Handball online because I want to play the sport almost as bad as I want Alicia Sacremone (see post below).
But not everything is hunky-dory at the Olympics. Training to be the best and prove to the world that you’re a champion until you place dead last in your competition and fall back into athletic obsolescence for 4 more years isn’t the worst thing to happen. So what else is that bad about the Olympics? Try these current controversies/arm-breakings.
Here’s your hint: My new Olympian crush.