There are many, many reasons to love Dirk Nowitzki. But this latest one? Quite possibly the best ever.
Let’s not pretend anyone is doing a lick of work now. Game 2 in the ALCS is going on, and Derek Holland and his mustache are on the mound. Predictions? Who is going to the World Series? C’mon, waste some time here.
I previewed every game this season. That’s right. Every game. It’s after the jump.
I am hearing now that parade details will be announced tomorrow, and the actual parade (which Mark Cuban said he’d spring for) will happen late this week. Can I put a vote in for Friday? Because really, does anybody do anything resembling work on Friday after 10 a.m.?
No. They do not. They begin planning which patio and which beer they will drink. So let’s just agree that Friday at 10 a.m. would be a great time to have a parade, and then go to that parade, and then just go have beers. For the rest of the day.
I read it. Twice (just like I read “Fed Up” twice). The takeaway? Rick Perry named his boots (Freedom and Liberty). That I get – I named my flip flops Tequila and Cherry Limeade. Other takeaway? The word crotchety is still so funny.
Here’s the story. After the jump, what to look for. Be safe people!
Rangers sideline reporter Jim Knox, for sports bloggers, pays off like a broken slot machine. (While watching the game, Tim and I had a text back-and-forth, unprintable here, based around this idea.) So the clip below (h/t: Deadspin) will likely be the first of many, and he will feature more heavily in the ones to follow. Anyway, the segment I saw him do after the game was probably more insane, but this will do.
Five bottles of dark, foamy beer were found by divers searching a 19th century shipwreck near Finland’s Aland Islands. Scientists are breaking it down to determine the recipe so they can brew it again. We want YOU to name it.
The name dropping game is revving up for Super Bowl XLV week. Among the names supposedly being part of next week’s landscape are Snoop Dogg, Holly Madison, Roger Staubach, Pamela Anderson, Troy Aikman (pictured right with Roger Staubach), Cameron Diaz, P Diddy, Hilary Swank, Gene Simmons, Demi Moore, Kid Rock, Ashton Kutcher, Shannon Tweed, Terry Bradshaw, Emeril Lagasse, Prince, Nelly, Andy Roddick, Black Eyed Peas, Miss America, Usher, etc.
Just wondering. Which celeb would be the most fun to make the area party circuit with next week?
1. Is there ever an excuse to whistle to techno music in an office setting?
2. If not, what’s a suitable punishment?
3. What’s your favorite No Doubt song? And do you want to hear it more? If so, click here.
4. Are you going to the Granada tonight?
5. Lemon, lime, orange or plain La Croix?
OK – go. And don’t disappoint me, people.
Since QC Cong posted Facebook photos of a party at the Fashionistas’ Heidi Dillon’s (pictured) house, keyboards have been pounded to death. Seems the rumor mill is buzzing that it was a gathering of LA producers and likely house fraus for a “Real Housewives of Dallas” television show. One person SOS-ed:
“Is it true there is a Real Housewives of Dallas????? . . .There is some lady (Editor’s note: in the Facebook photos) with GIANT hair (even for Texas) Patty Comu or something.”
Asked about the rumors, Heidi lobbed:
“Nothing is for real until the day comes that you turn on the tv and watch the show. My producers and I are working on developing several shows for various networks.”
When pressed, Heidi coyly continued:
“You’ll just have to watch what happens.”
That Heidi knows how to play the situation like Jerry Jones knows how to cut a deal.
Well, Rangers fans, it looks like we won’t have superstar pitcher Cliff Lee to lift our hearts next season. According to my buddy Evan Grant, the dean of Rangers Reports, the stinky Yankees offered Lee $168 million dollars over seven years to pitch in NYC.
I’ve been a sports fan all of my life, but about eight years ago I gave them all up because I got tired of using my economics degree to read the sports pages. The fun, for me, was gone. This year I was lured back into loving a team. For seven months I was swept off my feet. I sold stock to buy World Series tickets. I lost my voice screaming at the games. I paid $6 for Bud Lites. And look what happens. Cliff Lee breaks my aging heart. (Hint: this is also why I don’t date.)
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Steve Blow Goes In On John Wiley Price
Well kind of. I’m not going to link to the story because it’s pretty much what you’d expect. I will, however, share with you the headline, if you haven’t seen it.
Oh REALLLLY????
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