tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40243563213968533492012-02-16T14:59:19.189-08:00Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376812056137764972noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024356321396853349.post-27415248670378267332009-07-25T21:56:00.000-07:002009-07-25T22:12:50.848-07:00So another week of "sports" has gone by in this, the most terrible sports month of them all. The only thing that saved the last week or so was the The Open but even that felt anticlimactic with Tiger missing the cut (what the fuck is that about?) and Tom Watson just running out of gas. Congraats to the local boy (Alpharetta, GA) Stewart Cink. <br /><br />On a side note, read a story on Deadspin about Cink's family going to a restaurant in Atlanta to celebrate the victory about they were drinking campaign out of the Claret Jug. Thats kinda cool until you hear the place they were celebrating was Houston's. Come on, Stewie, you can do better than then the classy Applebee's. <br /><br />Anyway, in further recap news about local sports figures, that Erin Andrews thing is pretty damn fucked up. I like Erin Andrews as a reporter, and she seems like a cool enough person, so you have to feel for her. It would be hard to trust anything after something like that. Fucking sleazy guys give all of us a bad name. Oh well, karma's a bitch.<br /><br />And finally, this weekend, it all begins. Its really time. Training camp is kicking off and that means pads hitting pads, real football. In a couple weeks we will have uniforms and lights and cameras and real competition, for the first series of the game. Two weeks from today the Bills and Titans will kick off preseason. <br /><br />Every year I think I cant wait for the preseason. "Oh it will mean football and football is great! Isnt the preseason great!" But then it comes, and its just a giant fucking case of football blue balls. All it does it tease your football senses and make you long for the games that actually count. Which is why its good that college football starts just a... a month later. A month?! Fuck!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4024356321396853349-2741524867037826733?l=pg13sports.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376812056137764972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024356321396853349.post-40483042969718160562009-07-17T18:09:00.000-07:002009-07-17T18:34:40.933-07:00Well here it is, in all its glory! A sports blog more for SEO than anything else, but a blog that will no less be extremely entertaining, hopefully, and keep me from completely melting into the couch with a bag of Cheetos. This blog is going to be dedicated to sports, which I think is probably a wise choice on my part, given the name and all. But dont come here to check for scores because my sports blogging influences are more Deadspin then ESPN. So we will spend most of our time talking about the important figures in sports and their latest DUIs.<br /><br />THANK GOD FOR ALCOHOL!<br /><br />I mean, seriously, without it most of these tabloids and blogs, both sports and entertainment, would have a hard time finding shit to talk about. Hell, I'm convince that 75% of the people that soak that kind of shit up are blasted drunk too, like me currently. <br /><br />So lets all raise our glasses to the athletes we love and their inability to just say no. And happy birthday, you beautiful new blog. Now excuse me while I go puke and smoke a joint.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4024356321396853349-4048304296971816056?l=pg13sports.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376812056137764972noreply@blogger.com0