Showing posts with label WHAT A FART FACE. Show all posts
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Monday, November 15, 2010

Monday Morning Sh*t Storm!


I woke up early this morning, made some of the FINEST coffee you've never dreamed of tasting, and sat in some of the FINEST LINENS that Cracker Barrell's gift shoppe can provide. Which, as we all know, IS CONSIDERABLE.

Turning on ESPN, as I do most morning to catch up on all of the sports I didn't have time to watch throughout the weekend (there are CRACKERS to be BARRELLED, PEOPLE), I saw the headline "BAD BLOOD IN DENVER" and immediately presumed there would be fisticuffs worth sitting through a Meril Hodge analysis of anything (guuuuh).

Shame on me, Mr. Hobbs. Shame on me.

No, nothing really happened. If you're a big college football fan, Tim Tebow threw and rushed for a touchdown. Denver won, but it wasn't like a blow out or anything. But nary a drop of bad bloodshed that I had been led to believe. The "bad blood" to what the Entertainment Sports Programming Network was referring? Coaches Haley and McDaniel...(record scratch) DID NOT SHAKE HANDS.

ALERT THE CHURCH ELDERS; THERE IS IMPOLITENESS AFOOT!

For this MMSS, get some new traditions of showmanship for your favorite sport. I've already discussed IN GREAT DETAIL my affinity for cake and its use in traditions, such as the winning coach getting to throw some in the losing coach's face. You know, to break the tension. Cake scenarios aside (BECAUSE THEY ALL WIN), I'd like for the captains to determine terms and conditions during the meeting for the coin toss, like a battle out of Braveheart. "Yes, if we win, we control the AFC East, but also, your coach must put his head between his legs and kiss his own arse."

Or something like that. New traditions, ya'll. NEW SCHOOL. Hobbers: COMMENCE.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Monday Morning S--t Storm!



This MMSS promises to be short and sweet, like me dipped in chocolate sauce:

Greatest Off-the-Field Distraction.

Answers must take into account the magnitude of the game from which one is distracted (Super Bowl > Jusy Any Ol' NFL Game, Masters > FedEx Cup, etc.) as well as the distraction itself (Michael Vick Busted On Dogfighting > Adrian Peterson Getting a Speeding Ticket).

Mine's timely.

Arguably, the second-biggest name in golf is Phil Mickelfatson. He is also called "Lefty" because he plays...wait for it...left-handed. So this weekend he wins, again arguably, the biggest major tournament of the year, the Masters. CNN's breaking-news-to-the-minute headline?

"Tiger Finishes Fourth in Masters; Mickelson wins"

Oof. When you don't get top billing on your on tournament? That's distraction.

Plus, I think hitting a tree with your car and a bunch of ho's falling out of it is a pretty lofty action worth a distraction.

Hobbmentors: Commence the banter.