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Is there anything better on a cold Tuesday night at your local dive bar eating 5 cent wings, shitty drafts and playing a few rounds of Golden Tee. The Prez, Lou and I are pretty horrible golfers, but this game gives us a chance to walk down the 18th fairway at the TPC with our chest (and bellies) pushed out while taking our visor off for a sincere thank you to the fans.
This is definitely a guy's game, so leave the ladies home. They won't understand. Enjoy the workout playing this game, it mimics our countries current obesity epidemic. We are all athletic playing Golden Tee.
Welcome to our humble abode to the Top 100 things we like in the world of Sports, Booze, Comedy and Pop Culture. We like to believe we are a non-thinking man's blog devoted to inaccuracy and humility. We never get into the world of intellectual debate, nor do we give any in depth opinion on hot topics.
With that being said, let's start our countdown and cherish the little things in life that make guys like us proud.
#100: Beer Helmet
The beer helmet is the ultimate party hat of the past two generations. You can drink two beverages at once. Enough said. It's great for a day at the beach, a house party, or simply watching the game on television. No invention has had such glam in the past decade than the classic beer helmet.
These helmets are not recommended for heavy construction use, although most are made of durable plastic. These helmets are great on the Lazy Boy if you have a nice dame to replace the empties.
It was a first of many for Poncho last night. First time making shitty dip. First time for shitty commercials. First time drinking a wheat beer from Budweiser. Lou share's inappropriate feelings for BL Wheat, so I thought I would give it a swig and see if it went down like a decent wheat. Since I (Poncho Sinatra) spend my days in the food and beverage development business, I figured I would add some critiques of the most popular American draughts across the country. I will not segregate premium ales, nor inferior lagers, just a straight opinion on what is on your shelf at the local grocer, dive bar or convenient store.
Budweiser Light Wheat
This style takes on and beer that is specially herbed and or spiced. This is anything from the common spiced Fall Pumpkin beer to Christmas beers with nutmeg and cinnamon to ginger beers to heather ales. Some brewers will throw just about anything into the brew kettle; hot peppers, hemp, ginseng or spruce needles. It's a middle America take on the popular Blue Moon.
The Tasting
I've actually been curious about this brew for a while now, so when I got the chance to try it during the Super Bowl, I jumped on it.
At first Bud Light Golden Wheat smells like a bud light, but after that initial whiff I pick up some orange, nutmeg and a wheat notes.
Lou described this beer as a mix of Hoegaarden and Bud Light, and I think in a general sense that he was correct. All of the bud light flavors are there, but they are muted or dulled. The void left by the loss of all that taste-bud-popping bud light flavor is replaced by a bit of orange, coriander, and a pretty noticeable wheat character. It's an insulting comparison to Hoegaarden, but Bud Light Wheat is better than Bud Light and their shitty Super Bowl commercials.
Good morning to everyone that got started a bit late today. We are assuming Lot's of boobs were being flashed down in the French Quarter and great New Orleans parties were being celebrated at high tide into the early morning hours. It was a game I wasn't to interested in for the fact that I could careless about either teams. Was it nice for the city of New Orleans? Yes.
The commercials were just uncreative, sophomoric and NOT FUNNY. We say this every year, but it was especially amateur last night. For the millions of dollars being poured into these blurbs, you think the quality would be of a higher class? Blah.
Some thoughts -
Ad Agencies listen please. Too many dudes with no pants on. We have had enough Pants on the ground as of late, so enough with the tighty whities sch-tick, we get it. It looked like a bunch of Patrick Cox tax masters out there mingling with the masses.
The game was pretty mellow in terms of excitement. Two high scoring teams that didn't put up big numbers on the big stage. Would I take it over a blowout? Of course, but I was hoping for a shootout and it didn't happen.
People love dip during the Super Bowl. I must of ate 2.5 lbs of french onion and spinach artichoke dip last night. Couple that with about 5 beers and wine and you have a belly that belongs on those tighty whities commercials.
The Griswolds Chevy Chase commercial was just painful, I was looking forward to that piece the most heading in, but it was thoughtless and gave no respect to the Vacation movies.
Bill Cowher is a terrible interviewer. It was like watching your 8Th grade shop teacher interview your 12 grade calculus teacher. Didn't make a lot of sense and Cowher has this strange lisp I am trying to figure out.
When it was said and done it was a decent game with no big plays or excitement that pulled you off your couch. During some points of the game I was actually more interested listening to the girls talk about wedding dresses than the game. I just said that.
Before every Redneck in America started drinking Bud and smashing cans over their head and wearing Stone Cold shirts, there was a much tamer version of Steve Austin who teamed up with Brian Pillman for the NWA World Tag Team Championship.
Brian William Pillman (May 22, 1962 – October 5, 1997) was an American football player and professional wrestler best known for his appearances in the World Wrestling Federation, Extreme Championship Wrestling, and World Championship Wrestling.
Pillman had a legacy as "The Loose Cannon", a wrestling gimmick that would see him do a series of worked-shoots that would gain him a degree of infamy for his unpredictable character. He was also known for being extremely agile in the ring, although an accident in April 1996 limited his in-ring ability.
In November 1992, he formed a team with Barry Windham, gunning for the NWA and WCW World Tag Team Championships held by Ricky Steamboat and Shane Douglas. Windham and Pillman lost to Steamboat and Douglas at Starrcade on December 28. Their team lasted until January 1993, as Windham had his sights on the NWA World Heavyweight Championship. Pillman continued the tag team title hunt by forming a tag team with "Stunning" Steve Austin known as the Hollywood Blonds.
In January 1993, Austin formed a tag team with Brian Pillman known as The Hollywood Blonds. The Blonds won the WCW World Tag Team Championship on March 3, 1993, defeating Ricky Steamboat and Shane Douglas. The Hollywood Blonds held the title for five months. At Clash of the Champions XXIII the Blonds faced Ric Flair and Arn Anderson in a two out of three falls tag Team title match. Flair and Anderson defeated the Blonds, but were not awarded the title as one fall had been determined by a disqualification. At Clash of the Champions XXIV, Austin and Pillman were scheduled to defend the title against Anderson and Paul Roma. An injured Pillman, however, was replaced by Steven Regal. Austin and Regal lost to Anderson and Roma. With Pillman still injured, Austin joined Colonel Robert Parker's Stud Stable. After Pillman returned, Austin betrayed and defeated him in a singles match at Clash of the Champions XXV.
Let's check out a match before the became the classic Tag Team, The Hollywood Blonds.
Well, it's been a busy week for me. A quick road trip to Phoenix. My first week of insanity, that is P90X (which I will blow up Sunday while drinking beers and watching 'Cuse and the SuperBowl) I was lucky enough to not have to go wedding dress shopping. Not that I didn't want to! *wink* In case somebody is reading this.
Are you ready for some football? It's Super Bowl time, and I'm ready to continue a sound Hump tradition. Some would argue that football is violent, noisy, juvenile and barbaric. Those people are now in a cage under my basement stairs. That may be true, but there are undeniable benefits: sour cream laden dips! Soda, shitty light beer, pizza and one or two decent beers! First time views of "interesting" new commercials are always exciting, but they have since been mellowed out due to the FCC.
One of the best weekends of the year, so here are some thoughts about the upcoming weekend.
* Move the Superbowl to Saturday. I know it's "Super Bowl Sunday", but normal people have a difficult time using that as a day off from the daily grind. That, or make it a official American holiday. We have so many "shit" holidays right now, why not the Superbowl? What actually gets accomplished on that Monday? Sleeping at your desk with a protruded belly and bottle of Tylenol?
* Wings. Love them, cherish them and slurp them down with a nice cold one. Us Upstate New Yorker's are lucky to have most of the best wing joints in the country. Trust me, I fly all over the country every week and I would take the bottom dwellers of New York wings against most of the Classy wing joints across the country. Cherish your roots New Yorker's and throw down a dozen or so!
* Did you ever notice nobody gets laid on Superbowl Sunday. Admit it, we all turn asexual as we gorge ourselves, talk sports with family and friends and smell of Hot Sauce and chip dip. It's strange, but true.
* Who is more relevant in 2010 as the flaccid rock group The Who? The exposure of performing a Super Bowl halftime show is huge. According to the NFL 151 million viewers watch the halftime show last year and you know Roger Daltry and Pete Townshend will be botoxing themselves into the next millennium.
* If Reggie Bush wins MVP, I would like to hear him say "I'm going to make a sex tape with Kim Kardashian at the Red Roof Inn." Disney World is so passe right now, why not spice this one up.
Enjoy the 'Cuse game and the Superbowl and make sure your dip is fresh, the wings are hot, the belt is loose and the beer is cold.
Diamond Rolex, with 'gators on my feet
I got two pair for every day of the week
My hair is done, my fingernails too
Six buttons down and I don't know what to do - Primetime "Neon" Deion Sanders
Athletes want to be rockers and rappers, and rockers and rappers want to be athletes. I want them to stop.
They can run a 40, Bench press Louie Anderson for 25 reps, have 20" rims and showcase their vocal talents for the masses. They truly can do everything and will if you let them. Deion Sanders was part of this Hybrid race and his relationship with M.C. Hammer made him think deep about becoming a rap star.
That relationship subsequently spurned this masterpiece.
Volume I - Deion Sanders can do everything and anything. Must Be The Money
"And if I make a better mansion on my land
Pools, jacuzzis, and my neighbor's can't stand." I actually said that last week to my neighbor Frank.
Cheers and greetings from gate A3 at the Luxurious Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix. Gate A3 has a special place in my heart since I once sat next to Andy Dick while he was eating a pretzel from TCBY. I'm on my way back to the Dirty Upstate and potentially preparing for a jaunt down to NYC this weekend to try out for a dance role in the Broadway adaption of Battlefield Earth.
It's always tough for me to tune into the chubby world of sports when I'm gone, but I was able to sneak a looksy at the 'Cuse game against Providence and almost spilled my beer on my co-workers when Wes did that front flip under the rim. Thank god he is a navi Avatar character and displays supreme dexterity.
I'm off to seat 3A and the enjoyable all you can eat Biscotti offered by the tremendous US Airways Platinum Club.
After I recommitted myself that the Intertubes are God's work, I sat at my desk and was just "wowed" at such a masterpiece. All of that motivates me are in these photo's. The classic Stache, beautiful backdrops and killer sandwiches.
Killer sandwiches!
The classic Spam sandwich
What's that? Meatloaf you say?
A Jerk Caribbean for you and yours maybe?
Is that a classic caprese? How afluent of you!
Since I showed you a glimpse of heaven, you now have to pay the piper and repent your hunger sins over at SelleckWaterfallSandwich.
I had a busy weekend. I went to a wedding show (don't ask), worked on wedding invitations and watched my gal look at wedding dresses.
I needed a little man time by the time Sunday came calling. I figured, let's give the Pro Bowl a try - again.
Well, that didn't work out so well. The NFL proved they don't care about this game after they switched it to a week before the Super Bowl. They basically said that the Pro Bowl wasn't worth making America's most popular sport one week longer. The Pro Bowl is a tradition that will never go away and I wish it would.
Outside of the horrible uniforms, the annoying Miked up cast of regulars and the (former)Hawaiian shirts worn unbuttoned by 50 year old men, it was tolerable.
The players go for the trip, not the game. Can we make it mean something, or put pride on the line. What about going back to the old format of the NFL all-star team (not the AFC or the NFC) playing against the Super Bowl winners. What about having college All-Stars lace it up against the perennial players?
I'm not sure where to go with this game, but it's just loathsome to watch. It's like watching a bad movie with a delude professional football league with the bland uniforms and setting.
A few fun facts about the game:
- 34 players chosen for the Pro Bowl missed the game due to either injury or because they are scheduled to be in the Super Bowl. *Nice*
- 17 players were cited for drunken lewdness the evening prior to the game in South Beach. *Wink*
- Ricky Martin was in attendance with Mario Lopez. *Priceless*
But, since the NFL is a machine, the Pro Bowl will never leave us and will be embedded in our culture for the entirety of the NFL's existence. Ultimately, it ended up that I chose the Grammy's where I could look at beautiful women in short dresses instead of a hungover game of Turkey Bowl.
Salina, NY -- A cat fight in Salina has left one woman with a $400 fine for letting her cats defecate on neighbors’ lawns and damage their property.
The case landed in Salina town court on Wednesday where three neighbors testified against the cat owner, Linda Smith, of Garden City Drive. One neighbor brought 100 photos to show the judge, saying the photographs showed the damage done by Smith’s cats.
Justice Andrew Piraino found Smith guilty on four charges: two counts of allowing her cats to spray or defecate in such a way as to cause injury or annoyance; one count of allowing her cats to cause damage or destruction to property and one count of allowing her cats to commit a nuisance.
Smith said the complaints are exaggerated and that there are other stray cats and animals in the neighborhood.
“These two cats have been in the neighborhood for years and I trapped them and took them to the vets to get them fixed,” Smith said. “I feed them and get them medical attention, so by law, I guess that makes me their owner.”
Katherine Epolito, who lives across the street from Smith, said the two cats defecate and urinate on her property and destroy her plants.
“We weren’t looking for trouble,” she said. “We just want the cats to stay off of our property.”
Smith and neighbor, Jude Jenkins, have worked with the Central New York Cat Coalition for years. They trap stray cats, get them spayed or neutered and find them a home
Imagine back in the glory days when you stepped into the ring with with your flowing 80's locks, you would potentially lose the match and your hair to a licensed barber/wrestler. That was a day in the life for a ring bearer back in the days of reckoning.
Greg Valentine went to the WWF in 1984, predicting that Vince McMahon's plan for national expansion would succeed. His first manager was Captain Lou Albano, and he was later managed by Jimmy Hart.
On September 24, 1984 in London, Ontario Valentine defeated Tito Santana for the WWF Intercontinental Championship, focusing on Santana's injured knee throughout the match. Santana initially thought he had the match won, but had in fact only achieved a two-count. As Santana was celebrating, Valentine rolled him up for the pin and the title. Following the win, Valentine put Santana in the figure four leg-lock, re injuring him. While Santana was sidelined having leg surgery, Valentine feuded with Junkyard Dog, who he faced in a title match at WrestleMania. Valentine pinned Junkyard Dog after using the ropes, but Santana came to ringside and informed the referee, who restarted the match
Valentine would then form a tag team with Brutus Beefcake known as The Dream Team, managed by Johnny V. On August 24, 1985 the Dream Team defeated the U.S. Express (Barry Windham and Mike Rotunda) for the WWF World Tag Team Championship. They held the titles until April 7, 1986 when they were defeated at WrestleMania 2 by the British Bulldogs. At WrestleMania III, the Dream Team defeated Jacques Rougeau and Raymond Rougeau as a result of interference by Johnny V and Dino Bravo. Upset because of a missed move by Beefcake during the match, Valentine left with Bravo and abandoned Beefcake, resulting in Brutus turning face later on in the night.
