Jay, you insensitive jerk, on behalf of homeless strippers everywhere, I want to sue you. Those ladies bumped and grinded for our amusement for years. All they asked in return was for tips, private dances, and the occasional severely overpriced mixed drink. Now, when their money makers are all shook out, they are left with nothing but six-inch stilettos and the thong on their nether regions. And you, you mouth-breathing cretin, sit in judgment and jest of these fallen vixens.
Mom! Jay is causing me angst again.
Ryan Martin looked good last night. He picked his spots and was a sharpshooter with his shots. He is technically sound for a young guy. His performance left Teddy Atlas singing his praises and that bodes well for more television appearances in the future. And as a source of local pride, Ryan Martin will always list his hometown as Chattanooga regardless of where he is currently training. Martin has a bright future ahead of him.
As for the Rushmore of America on this holiday week...Where to start? Beautiful women. College football. A diversity of people, places, and cultures like no other country in the world. Thousands of miles of backroads where a fella can crank up some good music and just drive until he gets his head straight. A legal foundation that was written in such a way that it protects the smallest of minorities, the minority of one. A spirit of individuality and non-conformity that is ingrained into our national character. And on, and on. For all of the problems we have in this country, this is a great time to celebrate all that is right with the good ol' U.S. of A.
I hope you all have a great Fourth of July.
"At what point is this about the game that made you famous rather than playing the game of being famous?" Jay, you just asked the million-dollar question concerning Johnny Football's professional future. Manziel is currently on a trajectory that is far more Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian than it is Tom Brady and Peyton Manning. Hello Johnny, this is Brian Bosworth, he will be your spirit guide.
Four years from now, U.S. soccer will be...a niche sport that will once again enjoy a temporary World Cup bounce. With the changing demographics in America, particularly all the folks migrating here from Mexico and Central America, soccer will become more popular incrementally here in the states. That combined with all the suburban youth leagues around the country and soccer has itself a nice niche, but a niche nevertheless.
Paschall is a UGA homer? Weird, I never see him at any of the meetings.
BWill8, don't get yourself too worked up over the scheduling at UGA. With eight conference games, one of which is the annual neutral site showdown with Florida, and the annual game against an out-of-conference intrastate rival (Georgia Tech), scheduling a home-and-away series with schools outside the region every year would mean UGA would have to give up a home game almost every other football season. That would be a money losing proposition and athletic directors do not like money losing propositions.
9er, good to see you back...and let's not act like you didn't get scratched up by a few wildcats back in the day. Injuries sustained in a worthy pursuit should be worn like a badge of honor.
Rushmore of songs about biting...Man, you just never know where the old 5@10 is going to take you. Bite the Bullet by Neil Young. Another One Bites the Dust by Queen. Love Bites by Def Leppard. And with a bit of a stretch, Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon.
As for actual biters...I dated a girl back in college who...well, never mind. This is a family friendly format. "Whoa, whoa! It's not a chew toy!"
The Rushmore of SEC football players since 1980: Herschel Walker...Who did you think my first pick would be? Rounding out this Rushmore are Bo Jackson, Reggie White, and Tim Tebow. It wasn't easy leaving off names like Peyton Manning, Cam Newton, Danny Wuerffel, and several others that came to mind. And for personal reasons, I really wanted to include Champ Bailey in the Rushmore mix.
The candidates were abundant. The final cuts were tough calls.
As great as Tony Gwynn was on the diamond (the best pure hitter since Ted Williams) it speaks volumes about the man that most of the eulogies for him have focused on the kind of man he was away from the baseball field. That's the kind of legacy we should all strive to leave behind when our time comes to an end.
Jay, I understand your concern about Tray Matthews taking his talents and baggage to the Plains. Tray has the physical skills and potential to be a great safety. Tray also has some attitude issues and seems immature right now. At Auburn, Tray will have to sit out for a season so the AU coaching staff can keep an eye on him and track any progress or regressions. The mandatory year off gives Auburn a chance to take a trial run with Matthews. If things work out, Auburn has picked up a DB with all kinds of upside. If they don't work out, Auburn didn't have much invested in him to begin with. I had high hopes for Tray in the beginning and I hate that he wore out his welcome in Athens. That being said, I hope he can get his act together and not become another case of missed opportunities and pissed-away potential.
Does anybody else get the feeling that Johnny Football is more likely to become a reality show star than ever becoming a high caliber NFL quarterback?
With the passing of Casey Kasem, not only did we lose a legendary disc jockey but also the voice of Shaggy from Scooby Doo.
Kasem is certainly on the Rushmore of DJ's. Wolfman Jack is there as well. "Big Daddy" Tom Donahue was a true DJ that went with free-form radio over corporate playlists and radio cuts so he is certainly Rushmore worthy and greatly missed in the landscape of current radio. Last, but certainly not least, is Alan Freed. The Moondog gave us the term "rock n' roll" and is one of the founding fathers of rock music. Freed was a rebel to the end and while the witch-hunt of trumped up "payola" allegations effectively killed his radio career, his legacy is bulletproof.
Spy mentioned Greg "The Hammer" Valentine. I was once on the same plane with Valentine. Between Atlanta and Chicago that guy really hammered the supply of booze on the plane. He didn't cause any trouble, but the man was an impressive specimen in the world of alcohol indulgence.
Any of you punks make a move, and I'll shoot my other foot! Donald Sterling does not even know who he's suing or why he's suing at this point. While the NBA certainly nudged the process along, the Sterlings were not legally forced to sell. Shelly found a multibillionaire tech guru whose desire to own a basketball team was such that he offered far more than market value for the team. She jumped at the deal and who can blame her. Shelly also indemnified the NBA and Ballmer in the deal. At this point, Donald Sterling does not have a legal leg to stand on. And, let's just deal with the unlikely hypothetical here, if Sterling did win against the NBA in court the Sterling family trust would be on the hook for any damages or loss suffered by the league.
As long as Donald Sterling wants to file baseless and self-defeating lawsuits I'm sure his lawyers will do his bidding. Those billable hours add up fast.
Congratulations to Awesome Bill from Dawsonville. And a tip of the hat to that guy who looks just like Bill Elliot and parlayed that into many free drinks and meals in-and-around Athens, Georgia. Not to mention the fact that the now infamous Awesome Bill doppelganger told many, many ladies that he was indeed the NASCAR legend and a hero of the clutch. I'm sure that didn't hurt his efforts any. There will be no hall of fame induction for that guy, but he had a good run.