What a night. We learned why Lebron only eats freedom fries right in Tony Parker's face, we learned that Pop does have a good, genuine, smiling side but will inevitably return to d-head mode when confronted by media questioning, and we saw that Velociraptors are in fact extinct, particularly in big time games. (I vowed that if Bosh had cost the Heat that game I was going to be pulling all my funds from the Jurassic Park research fund to save the Raptor. Turrible.)
But Lebron's cape didnt get caught on anything and Wade even decided to show up with his buddy Shane. How nice of them. Thats two years in a row various downtown bombers came through for the Heat in the clutch. Theyre living high by the three today.
Awesome side note, Lady Todd was kind enough to watch the entire game with me last night, offering minimal distractions and after Lebron's last jumper, she says, and I quote, "That guy doesnt just wiz excellence, he shats it." "Yes he does, wife to be, yes he does." sailor talk, I think I am rubbing off on her
Sam Waterson was on Law and Order for more than a decade and a half and it was a show that remained watchable during that time as well. Bonus points.
They need to change the chant to "Up, Up, and a Hey, get yalls heads out of your..."
JMC, what I envision open mic at JJs... "Hey uhhh, dude, whos that onstage. Is he on the list?" "Wow man, we have a list? He seems cool. That's see how this plays out..."
I'll have to agree with Stucky regarding the heart thumping last nights game produced. I sat on the edge of my seat for the post game interviews till I realized it was about 1:30 in the morning and I was going to have to be up for work in less time than it requires for me to be a functional member of society. I was looking like Droopy the cartoon dog till the coffee took over. I think I am going to start a petition stating that if the Heat and Spurs are considering having another game like last nights then they need to move it to Friday to avoid any further production lapses in the work place the following mornings. Its the least they could do.
And Big Shot Bob won 7 rings in his 16 season career. Thats a ring almost 44% of the time. Not too shabby. According to my exclusive interweb sources he is the only person to have won that many rings in a career as a player that wasnt a 1960's Celtic. And my interweb sources told me those guys werent too bad either.
Jay, I heard your thoughts on the USA-Panama soccer game yesterday on SportTalk. Luckily we won and we wont have to fold up the program as you suggested if we had lost to a country the size of south Jersey. And despite the 2-0 victory, they also said we cant have the canal back either. Selfish Panamanians. However, what I found interesting in the game was the vocal support of "Uncle Sam's Army", as the loyal US Hooligans like to call themselves. I don't think I have ever heard such sustained cheering for any sporting event in the States ever, and this was a measly qualifier. The whole stands sang "When the saints go marching in" for like 10 minutes in the second half, which I found strange, but it sounded cool. And if any of the people that got upset over our boy CeeLo's tirade, they would not have liked the return chorus to one chant that could be clearly heard for the dozen times they screamed it. "USA ain't nothin to F with". Obscenities being shared by 20,000 people in unison is a special thing.
A top 15...this is hard cause are you wanting lead guys or can they be in a supporting role? Some of the cameos are the best parts of movies. Maybe Chris Farley. Definitely Mel Brooks. The Jason Segel, Paul Rudd, Judd Apatow group have put out some pretty funny stuff. Mike Myers. All the older SNL folk were turning out movies back in the day. And I love Hot Rod, if you haven't seen it, you should check it out, so Andy Samberg. His Lonely Island work should get him in the musical comedy category too.
Good stuff today. Your embarrassing tail whipping reference took me back to when I was a 9 year old world class punk and my brother sat on my chest, arms pinned under his knees, and ignored my pleas as he let a sloooowwww long dripping loogie cascade down onto my face. I don't think the Heat took that kind of punishment last night, but it was close. That reminds me, I need to kill my brother.
I couldn't figure out in the Tigers Woods analogy if I had more college buddies that were that guy or if I was that guy to more college buddies. Exhibit A is a prime example of Lady Todd with a few of the boys.
And its not as if Kobe's mom was selling a pair of bronzed basketball shoes from Baby Kobe's first game, it was two of his championship rings that he gave to them as a gift, if I read correctly. Not exactly something you can replace.
Uhh...nobody is going to say it? Ok, Tiger, Tiger.
Sarcasm. Check. No Gutter. Check.
Nautical Tip of the Day: Its not the size of the ship but the motion of the ocean, but its hard to sail around the world with a dingy.
I understand the MJ push off being on the big stage and it being his final noteworthy shot(he never played for the Wizards), but I say his more iconic image is the Cleveland shot where he drains it over the dude, opponent collapses, and he jumps in the air about 8 feet doing crazy fist pumps. Something about his most iconic shot being the one where he is cheating doesnt sit too well with me.
Did you hear tequila has struck again, Jay? Poor CeeLo was having a good time Saturday night and that vile liquid made him say all those bad words and now he's not allowed to come back to Riverbend ever again. Nasty stuff. You could have warned him.
9er, variety is the spice of life they say. The closet thing to mahogany in my study comes in the form of a crayon in my 64 count variety pack. While I've never seen real live bocce ball, I have played it with the Playstation Move. Its an excellent compliment to a cocktail. I'd say the setting for your experience slightly outmatched my living room. Perhaps I could get Lady Todd to accompany me to the Head of the Hooch Regatta if I enticed her with promises of big hats. Where do these frog jumping contests you speak of take place? This intrigues me.
9er, I bet your apartment smells of rich mahogany and your walls are lined with many leather bound books. If I were to attend those events you listed, would I be forced to hold my pinky out on my PBR? Enter belch.