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LeBron James Proves Discrimination Against Pricks Everywhere

LeBron James stunned CNN and the world on Monday when he revealed that he felt racism played a part in the backlash against his summer of free agency.

While charges of racism are common (and sadly often justified), the truly shocking assertation came later in the interview when LeBron stated that while he may appear to be African-American, he’s actually a Prick.

“LeBron is what he is and what he is – is a Prick,”  LeBron said while defying the assembled group of reporters to diagram his sentence.

“What’s obvious to me is that people don’t like pricks.  There’s definitely a stigma against my people.”

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Asked whether abandoning his hometown fans for the joy of playing Barbies with Dwyane y-before-a Wade and Chris Bosh on a daily basis might have something to do with the backlash against him, Lebron was defiant.

“I don’t think that has anything to do with it.  It’s racism.  And as a proud Prick, I will stand tall and defend myself and Pricks everywhere.”

LeBron is well-versed in the history of Prick discrimination and talked at length about the struggles faced by Pricks everywhere.

“It’s not easy being a Prick.  Lots of people don’t like Pricks.  I met Martina Navratilova once – wouldn’t even shake my hand.”

“Look around you.  Who do people hate?  LeBron James, Roger Clemens, Kobe Bryant, Tiger Woods, Jose Canseco, Ben Roethlisberger.  What’s common between them?  We’re all Pricks!  It’s clearly racism.”

LeBron didn’t think changing his attitude or the treatment of other people would affect fans’ perception of him.

“I can’t stop being a Prick anymore than I could change the color of my skin.”

Ain’t the NBA grand?

Hey everybody, Carmelo Anthony is unhappy.  Hmmm, I forget where I put my son’s teething rings . . . anyone have anything in their purse?  What about Carmelo’s purse?  We should probably check that for snacky-time food. Someone hasn’t had a nap today and boy is he cranky!My instability hurts!

You see friends, ‘Melo thinks the Denver Nuggets franchise is unstable. I mean it’s suspended A MILE ABOVE SEA LEVEL, so you can appreciate his concern. Since the Nuggets have misplaced his blankie they are trying to accommodate him with an intricate four-team trade. I suggest flowcharting for comprehension. Part of Melo’s demands were Baby Einstein shown on all team flights, exersaucers in every locker and readily available burp cloths.

Look. We all know I am bitter. I’m not a huge fan of the NBA right now. In fact I saw a TNT/Heat preview and it made me want to vomit. But all this constant player bitching about – I don’t exactly know – is kind of ridiculous and irritating.

For Melo’s sake, I hope he gets his trade now. Labor strife is on the horizon for the NBA and let’s just say the players haven’t been so solid with solidarity/money management in the past and might not have been able to withstand protracted negotiations. But the owners are always looking out for their best interests. They’ll bring plenty of binkies to the negotiating table.

Big Ben Roethlisberger Has Timeout Reduced

In April, Steelers’ QB Ben Roethlisberger received a six-game suspension for violating the league’s personal conduct policy – somewhere under the heading of “how fucking stupid are you, really?”  Ben apparently has a difficult time attracting women his own age, so instead he likes to get really hammered and take underage ladies to his preferred lair of seduction, the pisser.

Now, I went to UD, it’s a pretty small school, Catholic, conservative (not up to my mom’s standards, but we’re talking relatively here) and in general a nice, clean place.  Even I, a drunken bachelor, felt the sure creepy-crawly approach of pubic crabs whenever I stepped into a college restroom.  These are floors you don’t want to STAND on, let alone eat off of.  And the general idea was to get-in, get-out, leave no man behind.  Ben went to school about an hour from me at Miami of Ohio.  I have never been, but apparently the bathrooms there are pristine sanctuaries with butler service and fine Corinthian leather couches.  Apparently, there is no better place to put your moves on the ladies?

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This happened in April.  Last night Ben met with NFL commissioner Roger Goodell.  Roethlisberger, doing his best Svengali, convinced Goodell that he had “turned his life around” since April.  And by that he meant that he was able to not get drunk and cruise high school chicks for the past five months.  Top notch!

I don’t mean to make light of the situation, bad decisions were made all around and these weren’t Roethlisberger’s first.  But, I think next time, the league would look a little better just setting the suspension at four games to begin with and promising Ben more pine time if he uses Little Ben inappropriately before his time is up.

Sports – it’s lull-tastic

Not much going on in MY world of sports. The Indians are out of the pennant race. Unless they’re giving out a “We Suck” pennant this year, in that case they are in the thick of things. For teams going after the regular pennants, they have a good 30+ games to get through yet, so there’s plenty left to be said in MLB.
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I’m starting to feel the football vibe, but my most recent fantasy draft netted me Rashard Mendenhall and Randy Moss in my first two rounds. Yes, picking 10th was a huge advantage this year as I was able to get that second, unexciting guy right away. I like my disappointment hot and immediate (and yes I do believe she said that.)

My 5.5-month old son is helping me write this. His favorite sport is the 8-finger keyboard mash, particularly when it results in an alert beep from the PC speaker. I have to watch him though because he’s all over the control and alt keys and frequently brings up previously unknown keyboard shortcut dialogs. “Are you sure you would like to self-destruct your computer?” He and clippy would have been the best of friends.

Hockey is a couple of months away, both NHL and rec style. I have a good feeling I’m going pro this year though!  Keep your fingers crossed.  I have it on good authority that the pros are looking for a lot of 34-year-old rookies.  They just watched and were inspired by that Dennis Quaid movie.

And everything else is kind of blah.  Things are so slow that the Bengals have gone the whole day without an arrest (last check 2 p.m.)!  Talk about a dull sports day!

Oh well, I guess I’ll go back to killing my lawn.  aj[[[ pofeisu 98gea – Oh, and Lincoln says goodbye.

Drunk Sports

My alma mater is having a golf outing in the area to raise money for kids who can’t read good or some such and I’m thinking of going. But, I’m not a “networker.” I don’t enjoy “talking to strangers” or “not being anti-social.” I find I “sweat profusely around others.” While I will have graduated with most participants, I’m not one to be in for a foursome of back-slappin’ class of ’77ers.

That being the case, I asked a friend if she was going. She told me she “wasn’t much of a golfer.” I replied, “Golfing is only a vehicle to drunkeness.” While a good Flyer never needs an excuse to drink, it helps to keep the rehab whispers at bay if you’re not drinking alone on your couch on a Tuesday or blending girly drinks in the office closet most afternoons. So, that is the opportunity that sport affords. Pure, delightful boozing.

In that spirit, allow me to present the best sports for drinking.

  • Running Sports: So far, off to a bad start. Unless you’re going for the immediate purge, it’s a bad idea to chug a couple of beers and then start running all over hell’s half-acre. Pace yourself and slow things down so as to increase your intake. Remember drunkenness and not excellence is the goal in sports or aerobic fitness.
  • Golf: Better choice. You’re outside. It’s usually sunny. If you’re one shade on the dark side of Powder like me, the sun will accelerate the process. But, you do have to swing the club kind of a lot and there’s an abundance of walking, even with the cart. If there’s no drink-cart girl, you might as well be wandering the Mojave.
  • Softball: While nearly all softball players look like they could shotgun a twelver, it’s exceedingly difficult to partake during the game. I’ve heard of mythical “keg” leagues where there’s a keg at third base, but much like unicorns, it eludes.
  • Boating: Boating is not really a sport, but you can do sport-type things off the back of a boat, water-skiing, tubing, exploding Jaws and whatnot. Problem being you’ve got to be hella-good at water-skiing to chug a beer while doing it. That would take many, many years of practice. Years you could have spent drinking. But, you might wonder, is pulling your friend in a tube behind the boat in an effort to get him to wipe out a sport? Well, ok, but only if you draw blood.
  • Darts: To me, darts is the ultimate drinking “sport.” There’s an element of danger – ever hit the ring around the bull and the dart came back at you? There’s downtime between throws, adequate for chugging. It’s played IN A BAR. And, while probably not a “sport,” its professional players are always drinking DURING COMPETITION. I think that’s what’s always impressed me so much about Babe Ruth. He was hammered or hungover for nearly all of his games. Professional darters are his adopted sons, drunkenly throwing sharp metal objects at cork.

And there you have it. May all your drinks be cold and all your sports slow-paced.

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