While I stopped following the NBA years ago, I have to give kudos to two of their current players who are swimming against the tide.  Stephon Marbury has introduced a line of $15 basketball shoes.  Not only is he selling them, he also wears them during games so they must have at least some kind of quality workmanship applied to them.  This really is a breakthrough idea whose time has been overdue for two decades now.

Why does TV continue to fight the DVR?  Thankfully most DVR are able to adjust to the fucktastic practice that most networks use in primetime to stretch their shows a few minutes before or after their allotted times.  But they just won’t give up when it comes to trying to outsmart the DVR user like me who refuses to watch commercials for previously recorded shows.  Additional commercial breaks have seeped into most shows now.  In fact, some hour-long dramas now have 6 commercial breaks dispersed throughout.  The total amount of advertising time is still the same (about 16 mi ...

For those of you who know me, my humor can range on the sarcastic side with a dash of “blue” and a side order of “black/dark”.  Fortunately, the group I work with now all have the same sense of humor.  Below is a photo of an Easter bunny brought in by a coworker to share his candy.  Of course, it’s an eviscerated bunny, complete with incision wounds and dead eyes.  You reach into his entrails for a nice Kit Kat or other chocolate.  Mmm, this bunny gave his life so we could have a chocolate high.

I don’t recall ever signing up for any Asian website, but check out a screenshot of my spam folder for one of my Gmail accounts.  With emails in Mandarin (or Japanese or Korean - who knows), I can’t even tell if a Nigerian prince needs my help or if there’s an opportunity to increase my sperm by 538% (an actual email title I once saw).

This is the time of year where Atlanta pays the price for having so many beautiful trees.  Pollen counts are so high at this time of year that is coats the entire area with a yellow film.  For those up north who haven’t witnessed this, consider a layer of yellow dust slightly more than a light dusting of flurries and that's the amount that accumulates each day.  Cars are caked in this filth and it’s not worth even washing your car in the 3 weeks or so of this particle bombardment.

I’m assuming everyone has those type of commuting days where it seems as the forces of nature have conspired to crash your car, throwing every idiotic person in front of you to cut you off or make your commute unsafe using a myriad of methods to make this happen.  Slammed-on brakes, honked horns, loud cursing and potential hand gestures are necessary accoutrements on days like this when everyone but you (of course) is a nimrod.  Here’s a perfect example.  The entrance ramp that I use to get on the highway actually spits you out (unsafely) into the fast left lane.  Not only do you have to ramp up to the speed limit just to not get run over whil ...

Today’s post isn’t mean to incite, rather to make one think.  When you think of small town America, sometimes the mental image of the folk who live there being like the citizens in the movie “Footloose” comes to mind.  Then an article will come out which confirms your suspicions of rural America and their puritanical ideas on ideas like religion and alcohol.

It didn’t really hit me until I was talking to the cop who normally guards the referee locker room for the Gladiators games.  He gets paid extra to work the hockey games and after the game he would head off to his night shift.  Since Saturday was St. Patrick’s Day, he was not looking forward to dealing with all the drunks.  He said “St. Patrick’s Day is for amateurs” and I have to wholeheartedly agree.  He’s allowed to talk shit since he’s a 6’5” Irishman who pounds beer on a professional level.

While the wackos who still display the John 3:16 signs behind the goalposts at most NFL games will never go away, there’s another subset of people who bring a certain set of items to a professional game that deserve ridicule.  It shows not only an utter lack of creativity, but also an oblivious sense of not knowing they’re the butt of a joke.  The people in question are those at sporting events that have the “D” and the “fence” signs.  Yes, this was a truly clever gag…when skinny ties were still in fashion and Lionel Richie hadn’t adopted a future cokehead yet.  I resist the urge at games to say to these people “Hey, Alf's dad, 1985 called.< ...