Tirico Suave

Why did Jim Zorn decide to show the 1986 film “Blue Velvet” during his squad’s last film session on Wednesday?
Did he really expect Dennis Hopper’s pervertedly insane character to motivate the team?
What connection — besides the fact that Tom Coughlin dresses up like Hector every other Sunday — was he trying to make?
Whatever it was, [...]

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News of Queens man Brad Campeau-Laurion getting booted from Yankee Stadium isn’t exactly shocking to New Yorkers.
If you’ve ever been to a Yankees game, it is impossible to ignore the uneasy sense of nationalism wafting in the air. The real sickos break out American flags — who the fuck carries a flag around? — and [...]

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Europe seems awesome. From what I gather, everyone smokes weed, countries shut down at noon so every one can nap and titties routinely make their way onto kids programming. As if that weren’t enough, occasionally hosts from hacky hidden camera shows take a beating on camera, even after they point out the cameras to the [...]

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Note to self: Do not share with Craig Sager any juicy gossip about my indiscretions with famous actresses.

Hat Tip: Awful Announcing

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Back when I worked under the Zubaz umbrella, I had a running video series. It featured non other than New York Giants head coach Tommy Coughlin. I followed Tommy from the 2007 preseason all the way to the Super Bowl, chronicling his madness at different points along the way.
After YouTube — well, actually, it was [...]

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Karl Ravech and Orestes Destrade lost it this afternoon.
The ridiculously intense coverage of the Little League World Series was the cause.
Destrade fate was sealed after he broke into a mid ’70s dance move in the booth. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he started singing a Prince song. Ravech, meanwhile, did his best Jack Nicholson [...]

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Every so often a video will come along that is so purely enjoyable in it’s original form that snarky, smart-allecky commentary is really not necessary.
Behold.

I will say the point where my mind was rendered officially blown was around the 2:40 mark when you think the song is about to end and all of [...]

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If I ever manage to dislocate my elbow attempting to snatch 148kg on national television, which will never happen because my Butler Geoffrey does all the heavy lifting, please don’t cover me up with branded signs. I can’t imagine this poor Hungarian guy, mid-Theismann, saying to himself, “I really hope a bunch of Chinese dudes [...]

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