NorthJersey.com- “I think it really helped me to see what I was dealing with, what type of people I was dealing with,” Kidd said, in a comment that seemed squarely aimed at King. “To give me a fair chance to coach a team that had injuries, we make a big trade, but understanding that they did want to fire me in December, so I think it just shows what type of people I was dealing with.”
“I think sometimes things don’t end the right way,” Kidd said. “Sometimes, you know, one side talks and the other side goes about his business. Again I think you’ve heard from their side, it’s business. It happens, coaches have gotten traded. I think Doc [Rivers] got traded from Boston, was there a big deal made of Doc being traded? No. it’s just part of the business. As a player you get traded and as a coach you have the opportunity to get traded. We move on. Unfortunately, one side hasn’t so… but eventually both sides will move on.”
So Jason Kidd is officially a sociopath. I guess living in an alternate reality has worked for him up to his point. How can he take himself seriously? Talking about one side handling things in the right manner when he orchestrated a trade to get himself out of Brooklyn? He has got to be the only person that truly believes the Brooklyn Nets are at fault for how things played between the two parties.
First of all, the type of people you were dealing with? The type of people you were dealing with were management. Management that was intent on winning. Something Kidd was not doing a lot of in his first season behind the bench. Not only were the Nets losing, but Jason Kidd was embarrassing himself and the franchise (See: Intentionally spilling soda on the court). We are supposed to feel bad for Jason because the organization THOUGHT about firing him when they got off to an awful start? Doesn't Jason know a thing or two about unfair dismissals? Like when he basically got Byron Scott canned by himself. Too far back? How about when he ousted friend, and short time assistant Lawrence Frank during the same stretch where Jason, himself, was struggling. For someone that historically has had little remorse when it comes to people losing their jobs, it seems a bit disingenuous that he is so offended that his was position was, at best, in doubt. Always seemed like Kidd understood the business side of things. I guess that doesn't hold true when he is standing on the other side of the baseline.
He can almost get away with his first comment, but in true J-Kidd fashion, he didn't stop there. He hadn't made himself sound stupid enough yet. This motherfucker really compared itself to Doc Rivers? A coach with a championship pedigree. A coach that was mainstay in Boston until recently. Yes, he is correct in saying they both got traded. That is where the similarities stop. They were traded in vastly different fashions. Rivers was traded because Boston is going through a major rebuild and they owed it to him to give him a shot elsewhere. If anything, it was a peaceful and mutual split. Meanwhile, Jason Kidd sabotaged the relationship with a franchise that is only a year removed from retiring his jersey. To say Jason Kidd is the party that acted in a professional manner isn't just wrong, it is downright delusional.
Enjoy Milwaukee Jason, I hear it's beautiful this time of year. Keep up the professionalism like you do best. It may seem pretty enticing to lay your hands on your wife or to drink a fifth of vodka and go for a joy ride when the cold winter sets in. However, you're a coach now. A leader of men, if you will. Plus, with the amount of bridges you've burned, it would be wise to handle your relationship with the Bucks delicately.
Should I be laughing? Did that kid just get one punch murdered? Those could totally be post-mortem muscle twitches. At the very least he may never walk again. The sound he made upon contact? It sounded like someone coming up for air after being held under water. Some mix between that and someone vomiting. Absolutely cringeworthy. Most emasculating knockout in history. This isn't about the knockout though. It's about the aftermath. It's about a collaboration of some of the most disrespectful maneuvers in the history of fighting. I truly don't know which part is the worst.
"Night-night" will never not be funny. This dude could have sat there and repeated it on loop for 15 minutes and I would have been on the edge of my seat the whole time. Looking through the kid's wallet and declining to take anything is absurd. He basically said "I don't want to take anything else because I just stole every ounce of his dignity". If I am the kid I would hope he took the contents of my wallet. At least then there would be a reason I got socked clean around the earth. The "you can do it" ass slap is unbelievably comedic when the "it" being referred to is standing up under your own power. Dear God, just let the kid rest in peace. Did this guy taping just intentionally drop "Fancy"? Is that his go-to post knockout song? Can't be anything worse than slowly passing away to an Iggy Azalea song. Especially with the man responsible dancing over what soon will be outlined in chalk. It took every fiber in this kid's body to blurt out any semblance of an actual English word, and my man is just giving him the 'HUH!?!' right in his grill. Honestly can't tell what the most ridiculous part is. If I have to pick I am going with the wallet toss. Just couldn't bear to take his money after he took his life.
ProHockeyTalk- Sources close to Johnson have told The Dispatch that his own parents — Jack Sr. and Tina Johnson — are among the “wrong people” who led him astray financially.In 2008, Johnson parted ways with agent Pat Brisson, who represents some of the National Hockey League’s biggest stars, including Sidney Crosby, Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews.
With no agent and little knowledge of how the financial world works, Johnson turned over control of his money to his parents.
Tina Johnson borrowed at least $15 million in her son’s name against his future earnings, sources told The Dispatch, taking out a series of high-interest loans — perhaps as many as 18 — from nonconventional lenders that resulted in a series of defaults. Johnson has cut off all contact with his family, a source said.
Have you heard of any Jewish agents with the last name Johnson? Exactly, neither have I. That's why Jack Johnson is kind of a dummy. It's pretty cynical to think that you can't trust any one with your money, but it's also quite true. The only people you should trust with your hard earned paycheck are people that are contractually obligated to oversee your wealth. In essence, you should only trust people whose wealthy is directly correlated with yours.. Agents may be slimy, no good assholes, but those are the exact traits that make them good at their job. You think athletes like having agents with a hand in their cookie jar? Hell no, but their greed makes sure you aren't bankrupt halfway through a lucrative NHL career. That's why you go with a Rosenbloom, or a Goldberg, or a fucking Seth Hebrewstein.
Were Johnson's parents entitled to a certain share of his contract? Probably. He wouldn't be where he is at in his career had his parents not shelled out the dough for equipment, camps, gas to get to tournaments, and most of all, an egregiously large time commitment. That's why the first thing you do is make a substantial financial investment upon signing the contract. Buy them a car. Buy them a house. Throw two million at them and tell them to have a nice day. Just do something that shows you are appreciative. That's day one professional athlete protocol. At the end of the day, they helped you get there, but they didn't lace up the skates. They didn't bust their ass to get to the top of their profession. They weren't drafted third overall.
Shouldn't you have some idea of what kind of people your parents are? You spent your LIFE with them. You have to know if your mother is capable of spending $15 million and putting you in the poor house. Someone that loose with their purse strings clearly has a character flaw. You don't just become a financial fucktard at that stage of your life. How about them just lying about inheritance money and directing his attention away from defaulting loans? I don't think you become that shitty of a parent, that brand of dishonesty is reserved for the lifelong morally corrupt.
Soooo many questions. How long did it take them to spend this money? Was Jack not even checking his balance? Clearly he didn't communicate with them on a regular basis. Poor guy was just living the life of a humble NHLer. Meanwhile his parents are ballin' out and poppin' bottles all over Eastern Europe while their mansion is being renovated. I imagine him trying to buy a round and the bartender telling him his card is declined. "Nah bro, there is like 10 million on there". Nope, worst parents EVER.
DailyMail- Michael Phelps' self-proclaimed girlfriend Taylor Lianne Chandler has just made a shocking admission.In a post on her Facebook, Chandler is revealing she was actually born a boy, and named David Roy Fitch at birth.
As a teenager however Chandler went on testosterone blockers and had her name changed and then, in her early twenties, underwent corrective surgery to get rid of her male genitalia.
Ahhh, the ultimate equalizer. I'm just an average guy, sitting on my couch, swigging a beer, watching my moderately sized flat screen TV, recounting my past sexual conquests of mostly average women. Some 6's, a few 7's, couple crazy 8's, maybe a really really drunk 9. In contrast, Michael Phelps is a record setting Olympian who should be able to pull a ton of grade A tail despite his obvious aesthetic limitations. Yet, I would win in a pissing contest with Phelps. He could throw all his accolades in my face, but when I tell him his dude looks like a lady I would be the one dropping the proverbial mic and walking out to a chorus of OOOOHHHH's. It's a little sad, but knowing his girlfriend had a penis at some point makes me feel a little bit better about myself. Just a daily reminder that nobody's life is perfect. Floyd Mayweather needs to use the illustrations when he goes to the bathroom, and Michael Phelps girlfriend had a penis. We all have our shortcomings.
This is a pretty blatant applicational hazard. Swiping through women on Tinder is like going to the clearance pit at Bob's Furniture. You might find yourself a bargain, but at the end of the day there is a reason it's on sale. Usually, it's just a couple extra pounds hidden by a well angled camera shot. However, just like you might end up with a couch that has a wobbly leg, you might end up with a broad that was born with a third leg. This is the reason you don't date girls from Tinder. Go out, enjoy yourself, have a wild night or two, but don't date them. If Phelps cut this off after date number one, he would have never found out about the 'lady' formerly known as David Roy Fitch. Ignorance is bliss. I don't discourage anyone from a little Tinder usage, but why is he using it to court women? If I was Michael Phelps I would show up to the bar in a Speedo with 18 pounds of gold around my neck and watch all the panties moisten before my very eyes.
So wait, Phelps just got out of rehab and THEN she dropped this bomb on him. Better keep that room vacant. I don't know if rehab has records, but I am pretty sure Phelps just won another gold for quickest relapse. He is currently on a bender that would make Charlie Sheen proud. You don't just find out your girlfriend used to be a lady-man and not abuse all the drugs and alcohol you can get your hands on. He is probably tonsil deep on a 6 foot bong rip right now. Probably polished off a handle of whiskey and drove blindfolded across a bridge. No matter how much weed and booze he has, someone needs to get him more ASAP.
"I am probably going to lose him because he is a brand that his team wants to protect and things since he went to rehab came to my attention that didn't put him or our relationship in the best light." -Taylor David Lianne Roy Chandler Fitch
Yup, that's it. You are going to lose him because his public relations team wants to save his 'brand'. Surely it can't have anything to do with your criminal record and history of extortion, never mind his mental image of you with a cock. There are things that didn't put him in the best light? Like the fact that he was dating a former dude? At least she's fully acclimated to her new gender. Such a chick move to try to blame the guy in this situation.
P.S. It's a nice sob story, but rape isn't rape in prison. It's an unfortunate risk that goes along with committing a felony. Of course she was imprisoned with men. If you have a cock when you commit the crime, you do your time as a cocksman.
P.P.S. Michael Phelps sex life is destroyed forever, right? You sleep with one transgender and you have to start conducting background checks and shit. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…I'm gay.
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CBS Sports- Police in Cobb County, Ga., have re-opened an investigation into allegationsRockets center Dwight Howard abused his child, reports the Orlando Sentinel.
Howard was investigated for child abuse over the summer, but the case was closed in September after there was not enough evidence to support the allegations. Howard was also investigated in Florida for child abuse, but no charges were filed.
To reiterate what Dwight said, could this very easily be one of his many baby mommas dragging his name through the mud? Yeah, I suppose that could be the case. However, I am historically predisposed to siding against Dwight Howard. That's proven to be a fairly successful strategy thus far. It's like Pavlov's dog. I hear Dwight Howard's name and I start frothing at the mouth and attack everything he stands for. If Dwight is involved he is wrong 100% of the time.
I guess this is like a strategy, huh? If you just pop out a bunch of kids by a ton of different women then you feel comfortable treating a few of them like shit? Law of averages. If he only beats 10% of his kids, is he really a child abuser? How happy is Antonio Cromartie? Of the three most prominent spawners in professional sports, he is clearly the best father. He may not know his kids' names, but at least he doesn't beat the snot out of them. I suppose not knowing their names makes it harder to discipline them.
I don't condone Howard hitting his kids, but he had to start hitting someone, or something. He has been completely emasculated by just about everyone in the NBA. Kobe calling him soft. Durant calling him a pussy. Gary Payton calling him 'a fake'. He is 7 feet tall and everyone treats him like he's the bottom rung of the social totem pole. He is treated like the 12th man off the bench in high school. He is basically the white kid who shags balls at practice and gets to play in the last possession of a blowout. That's how much respect he gets. He is essentially the alcoholic father that hates his boss and takes it out on his family. I don't mind Howard finally getting angry, but maybe take out your frustrations on your peers, and not one of your 35 children.
Man Gets 25 Years For Throwing Boiling Water In The Face Of His Halfway House Roommate For Stealing His Sausage
BaltimoreSun- Prosecutors had alleged that Frye, who they said mistakenly believed his roommate had eaten his breakfast sausage, lured the victim to the top of the basement stairs of the home, then tossed a pot of boiling water at him. The victim fell down the stairs and struck his head on a door, and prosecutors said he endured "months" of disfigurement.
First things first, did we ever clarify if two-face is actually the one that stole the breakfast sausage? I think that is pretty imperative to the story? If he did, indeed, exact revenge on the right guy then this is a complete failure at the hands of the justice system. If throwing hot water in someones face gets 25 years, then what does food theft get? That is a far more socially unacceptable crime.
Wasn't this guy kind of asking for it? For instance, if you stole my breakfast sandwich I would think first degree burns and a head first trip down a flight of stairs would be an appropriate punishment. You've got to expect this as a minimal response when you are dealing with your halfway house roommate. I'm sure much worse things happen in a halfway house. A bucket of steaming water to the face is probably par for the course. That's just considered a prank.
I wonder if this guy was actually trying to kill the Jimmy Dean's thief? Sort of have to worry about that with his past. He has failed at murder before. This might be the exact reason. He over thinks it. Leave the pots and pans at home and go straight for the jugular. If you're going to rot in prison you may as well have some blood on your hands to show for it.
Elite Daily- The funeral of Romania’s Daniel Decu, 25, turned nasty when his many former lovers who attended found out he had HIV. Eight women have so far tested positive, joining the two who had already been confirmed to be carrying the AIDS-causing virus, news.com.au reports.
As many as 40 other sexual partners of Decu are known to be undergoing tests, though more are suspected of doing so in private.
Raw deal for this guy. Diagnosed with HIV at age 5? Geez, the guy didn't even have a chance to go out and make mistakes and get the virus the traditional way. With that said, he still may be the biggest scumbag formerly of planet earth. Just slanging his AIDS dick all over the place with no regard for human life. No doubt it takes a special kind of psychopath to knowingly spread a potentially deadly disease.
That's not what I want to focus on though. This dude had 8 former lovers at his funeral? For a sociopath he certainly must have been quite the charmer. If i died tomorrow I might have 4 people I have had sexual relations with at my funeral. Two would probably be mourning, one would probably spit in the casket, and one would probably just be there to confirm my death. With 40+ sexual partners before the age of 25 I am pretty sure he wasn't a big relationship guy. This guy was putting up Magic Johnson numbers, in more ways than one. How did he get close enough to these women that they felt it necessary to attend his funeral? I think a rule of one night stands and weekend flings is that if that person suddenly kicks the can you aren't required to attend the funeral.
It is laugh out loud funny that the mother thinks that every one of her sons sexual partners knew about his condition. Such a mom statement. Listen lady, no guy can convince 40 women to have sex with him after telling them he has HIV. I don't care if he has Channing Tatum looks and Floyd Mayweather money. HIV is a deal breaker a million percent of the time. How about the justification that her son always had condoms? Yeah, I'm sure he was using those every time. I'm sure all 40+ alcohol field romps ended in protected sex and good decision making. Not that an HIV positive person should be fucking anyone, condom or not.
And how about this doctor just hating his daughter? An HIV positive patient plugging away at his daughter and he keeps his lips sealed? Rather risk his daughters life than have to deal with a lawsuit. This story is full of more terrible people than a "Always Sunny In Philadelphia" episode.
P.S. Luckily this story happened in 2014 where AIDS is no longer a thing. Pretty sure you can get rid of it with a pill, or some cream, or maybe a couple days in bed. You can probably just wrap yourself in a couple layers of clothes and sweat the HIV out at this point. Seriously. The amount of unprotected sexual misconduct has skyrocketed and you can't tell me the last time you heard about someone getting HIV.
Who would have thought when you drain the excess artificial testosterone out of the all world athlete he would lose all his balls…instead of just one? You know, I usually lean towards the athlete in these situations. Let Mcguire, Sosa, and Bonds in the Hall Of Fame. Let the NFL players use PED's. I don't care. Bigger, stronger athletes benefit the entertainment value. That's all that should matter to the casual fan. However, I think I have to change my stance when it comes Lance Armstrong.
No man that can't finish a beer mile should have Tour De France championships. A quarter mile and a half beer ain't cutting it. Dude must have been 98% PED's when he was biking 40 MPH uphill for three hours. It's a social contract that you enter into as a man that when you enter a beer mile, you finish a beer mile. I'm not saying he has to set the world record, but at least finish. Pretty ironic that the guy originally known for his persistence and longevity quit after 2-3 minutes. I bet he's one of those guys that claims he can't chug a beer. He has the mental fortitude to stick needles in his ass, but can slug down a cold one in a timely manner.
I think I should kickstart the rebirth of the LiveStrong campaign. Apparently, I am in better shape than our boy Lance. At the very least I have more gumption. No quit in these lungs. No quit in this liver. Give me 4 beers, a full size track, and a million dollar anti-cancer campaign. Cross my heart I won't get caught with horse blood in my system.
P.S. Has anyone ever been excommunicated from society faster than Lance Armstrong? He went from the face of the fight against cancer to absolute obscurity. Gets busted for steroid use and next thing you know he is embarrassing himself in cameo beer mlle appearances. I think Ray Rice has a higher approval rating.
TulsaWorld- Two days after being fired from his alma mater, former Durant football coach Byron Cordell had a response to his ousting -- and it was especially entertaining.
Cordell and his family recorded a parody to Taylor Swift's Billboard Top 100-topping song "Shake It Off" as a comeback and posted it on YouTube over the weekend.
I don't know what's more concerning, that this video reminded me of "Cheaper By The Dozen", or the fact that I watched that movie more times than any rational human being should. This coach is eerily reminiscent to Steve Martin, It is almost like his character is based on Byron Cordell. Who knew that movie was based on a true story?
I actually like this move. I think it's because it was clearly done it jest. It was not inspired by bitterness. Just a silly little thing to do with his family before eventually hitting the road. The ability to laugh at yourself is one that is present in almost all people that are truly happy. Whether that be when you say or do something stupid, or when you lose your job. Byron has that ability and it is contagious as evidenced by his family.
I do have one problem with this video though. Coach Cordell's kids suck. I know they were raised to know better than dragging the American flag on the ground. Byron bleeds red, white, and blue. He must have not been paying attention during this scene. How did he manage to produce 3 little girls that can't lip sync Taylor Swift on a moderately capable level. Jesus. I hate Taylor Swift and I know the words better than these little twerps. Absolutely no stage presence. No flare. No electricity. Got to give me more than that ladies. If your Dad is going to be the type to shoot a Taylor Swift video, you better learn to bring the goods or you are going to drag down the family name.
Pray for this little boy. Three older sisters? He would be better off going deaf now if he is going to spend his formative years in that household.
I'm Glad The Saints Fan Took The Ball From The Female Bengals Fan, But He Should Have Thrown It Back On The Field
FoxSports- When asked if he would give over the ball, he said "No. Because I caught it. It's very simple, I caught the football."
Williams revealed that he wanted to keep it and give it to his 8-year-old grandson.
"Yeah, I saw it," he said. "I didn't mean to hit that young lady. I was just reaching for the football. I didn't mean to hurt the lady."
Call me a big fat meanie, I don't care. If I am in that guys shoes, and have at least 6 beers in me, there is no way that girl is getting the ball. She's got a better chance of catching the same elbow this guy threw her. I would probably do a little touchdown dance in her face after too. This is a man's game hunny, you aren't entitled to anything. You want that ball you better put up a better battle than that. She looked like a Saints defensive back trying to wrestle the ball away from AJ Green. No heart in this chick.
I guess I don't have any grandkids, so I can't relate. However, knowing me, I am slapping that ball right back on the field. If the Saints players aren't going to show any fight, at least the fans should be protecting the home field. Should have thrown that thing back faster than Henry Rowengardner at a Cubs game. I guess I don't understand how people are so appalled by this guy. Worse shit happens at sporting events all the time. Little kids miss out on souvenirs because of their stature all the time. You think I have any remorse for some grown ass woman? Fuck no. You got the memory of a win in the SuperDome. That's enough for you. Can't let Jermaine Gresham and a couple Bengals fans emasculate us even more than a soulless ginger quarterback did. We got to have a little pride.
If you didn't respect this guy before seeing the above picture then you sure as shit should now. The ability to ignore a whining, begging female is a talent most men can only dream of. That's the type of will power required to be in a successful marriage. This guy probably stopped listening to his wife decades ago. Think he is going to have any problem ignoring some young little white girl? Consider it reparations sweetheart. Now sit down and shut the fuck up. Makes me sick the organization gave her a ball on behalf of her nagging. Should have put a paper bag over her head, turned her around, and kicked her right down Poydras Street. Gotta show up with balls to go home with them, Who Dat!?!?
P.S. This football is something his grandson is going to cherish for years, this girl would have forgotten about it by next Tuesday.
I mean that in the best way possible. I fancy myself a casual basketball fan. I know what a pick and roll is. I know what a zone defense is. I can generally tell the difference between a good play and a bad play. With that said, this isn 't 1995 anymore. The days of intense rivalries and gritty hard nosed basketball are over. That leaves limited reasons to watch regular season NBA basketball. If I am not watching the Brooklyn Nets, then I am watching to see the very best players the NBA has to offer or I am watching to see what ridiculous antics NBA players come up with next. Basically I want to see Blake Griffin 'Space Jam' dunking over an entire court of grown men. I want to see Melo putting up 60 points in a losing effort. I want to see Steph Curry dropping 3 balls from Afghanistan. If none of that is happening give me some good old fashioned stupidity. Give me LeBron being carried off with a cramp. Give me JR Smith untying shoes at the free throw line. Give me Russell Westbrook and Dwyane Wade dressing like full on lady men. Give me pretty much anything Lance Stephenson is offering, including slapping himself in his own face.
Some might say Lance is making a mockery of the game. That is a disingenuous statement. NBA basketball already is a mockery. People flopping all over the place. Hitting the ground on little, if any, contact in the paint. I call this move by Stephenson gamesmanship. I mean technically he's not flopping, right? Any NBA player who catches a slap to the face mid game is going down. Lance is just grabbing his dick right in the face of authority. Can't fine him for that. I saw contact. When you are a little kid playing a game of "stop hitting yourself" do we blame the person that's forced to hit themselves? That's what I thought.
Anyway, I will take Lance Stephenson's antics every single day of the regular season. I can wait until the playoffs start to appreciate good basketball, and frown upon child like shenanigans like this. You almost have to respect his ability to ignore social stigmas. Just Lance being Lance, and let's be honest, that in itself is more entertaining than your average NBA regular season game.
Leave it to Rutgers. Only the Scarlet Knights could have me fuming mad at halftime of a game that ends up being a blowout in their favor. Only they could give up a 60+ yard touchdown run on a play that was meant to run out the clock. Only they could back a team up to 2nd and 25 only to give up another 60+ yard run. Vintage RU antics. Whatever. Fuck all that. I'm back on the bus. Bowl eligible baby! What was the over/under on wins for the season? 4? 4.5? Where the odds makers at? They can kiss every inch of my dick. Give me the keys, I'm about to drive this bandwagon. Not like I have a choice after buying this shirt last night...
That's how the Piscataway portion of the season had to end. The three previous games are water under the bridge. We took our lumps. Learned what it is like to play with the big boys. At the end of the day, Rutgers is going to be a middle of pack team in the Big Ten…in their first year. The team many thought would be a doormat has solidified, at the very least, a .500 season. I am not going to sit here and glorify 9 bowl trips in the last 10 seasons. Many of those bowl trips came playing a weak out of conference schedule and a less than stellar Big East/AAC schedule. This bowl is something to be proud of. Following a travesty of a season last year with a bowl worthy first season in the B1G is progress. It's something to hang your hat on. It's a building block for this program to progress to bigger and better things. It's what recruits needed to see to consider Rutgers a worthy destination.
It was a great afternoon for Rutgers players both new and old. The freshman running back duo of Robert Martin III and Josh Hicks were lights out. A glimmer into what looks to be an embarrassment of riches at the position. Kemoko Turay nearly beheaded Indiana's quarterback, again justifying the hype surrounding an already impressive freshman year. Leonte Carroo, once again, showed why it might not be feasible to see him in Piscataway next year. He has NFL talent and he flashes it every time he is given an opportunity. Last night was no different. Lastly, Gary Nova played his last home game in front of a crowd that has grown to love and hate him, depending on the week. It was a pleasure to watch him go out a winner. He played solid, smart football and finally led Rutgers to a win where our collective hearts weren't in our stomachs come the final two minutes. I, for one, appreciate everything he has given to this football program, even during the low points.
While last night was a pleasant experience, and worthy of celebration, there is still a lot of season left. I got to say…I'm all in. I know Langford is going to run for an entire mile on our defense next week. Hope Melvin Gordon enjoys his record the whole 7 days it lasts. Fuck it. Bend but don't break. Motherfuck a spartan. Just keep on battling. Nothing to lose now. After a couple beers and a Rutgers win I was convinced to take the road trip out to Maryland. Can't wait to send the turtles crawling back into their shells. Might have to give Testudo some nightmares in a few weeks. Bowl tickets available? Sign me up for that shit too (as long as it's not in Detroit). I want to watch these boys battle in person as many times as I can. Lord knows my NFL won't be doing the same.
As soft as toilet paper? Nah. I have used one ply before. Butter soft? Maybe if you threw some Land O'Lakes in the microwave for a minute or two. Marshmallow soft? Eh, at least the marshmallow will push back after there is minimal pressure applied to it. If my pillows were as soft as the current Saints roster I would be taking Rip Van Winkle naps. Just an absolutely disgusting and disheartening effort. After 4 games where they looked fairly good, with mixed results, the Saints regressed into the steaming pile of hot garbage they were in the first 6 games of the season. Not normal hot garbage. Hot garbage that has been sitting in the desert sun for a week. A full trash bag flowing down a river of lava hot garbage. Watching that game today made my retinas burn. It was like watching someone get punched in the dick over, and over, and over again. Unbelievably cringeworthy. In essence, the Saints are a soft, hot, pile of garbage with a bruised dick.
To quote Eminem, "fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie". That's how I feel about this God forsaken team. It looks like it's how the Saints feel about winning this division. They should collectively be taken behind the woodshed and shot in the brain. Shoot 'em again if they are still squirming. Fuck it, 3rd time's a charm. Tied for first in the NFC South. What a fucking disgrace to football. They don't even deserve to be in first place in the NFC Middle East. On behalf of the Saints, I want to apologize to the NFL for being in 1st place. Is it nice to still be able to watch "meaningful" football games while 4-5 (now 4-6). I guess so. If you had asked me before the game I would have said yes. However, as I sat there lifeless in the bar, watching a lifeless team, with a lifeless crowd, I could make a solid case that I would rather just be out of the playoff race. Do I really want to watch meaningful football if that is what meaningful football looks like? How many chances is this Saints team going to get before taking advantage of one of them? I can no longer argue that this team is mediocre, they are so much worse than that. The 49ers and the Bengals, those are mediocre teams. Both have vastly outplayed the Saints, in New Orleans, in consecutive weeks. Andy fucking Dalton. A ginger. Beat to death by a red headed step child. Inexcusable on so many levels.
Bright spots? Zero. They all stink. Maybe it was just the Hudson, but I am pretty sure I could smell the stink from Jersey. New Orleans residents should be walking around in Ebola masks. The SuperDome was basically one huge dutch oven. Expect a massive pink eye epidemic in NOLA. I don't even want to get into the actual instances in which they were mind numbingly bad. I'm aggravated enough just describing the game as a whole. The Saints were so fucking bad that I am actually giving the coaches a pass. Sure they are responsible too, but the love child of Bill Belicheck and Vince Lombardi couldn't have coached that uninspired group of bums to a victory.
The happiest moment of that abortion of a football game was halftime. I was able to watch other teams that had passion and heart play. I watched games that both teams wanted to win. Then the 3rd quarter rolled around around and the Saints trotted out the same half assed effort. After the first drive, there wasn't a single point where the Saints got me excited about watching them play. With that said, they still have a very real shot at the playoffs. They are still the most talented team in the division. That actual makes the last two games that much more frustrating to watch. Wasted talent in a wasted season. I wish this team could show me they deserve to play in the postseason. As of now, whether they actually do or not is irrelevant, because it won't result in anything near a SuperBowl at this rate.
Not it's original intention, but equally as appropriate….
Huffington Post- Get ready to really mean what you text: A new messaging app released on Thursday displays every letter you type -- and every letter you delete -- to your message recipient in real-time, which means there's no hiding your mistakes or prematurely expressed opinions.
You know how people say they have a million dollar idea? If we are talking in potentials I feel confident saying this is a 5 cent idea. Keep in mind, I have been wrong before. Who could this app possibly benefit? The only people that have use for this app are the psychotic females that literally burn their retinas staring at the bubbly conversation dots until they morph into words. Is it fair to say the average person just waits until their phone vibrates or rings? I don't want to assume too much here. Society surprises me on a bi-daily basis.
Doesn't this just take away the beauty of the text message? The text message, as well as dating/hook up apps, are the reason gender relations have changed so much. You no longer have to think on the fly. A little text game here, a little text game there, and you can convince a girl you are actually witty. Answer on your own time. Don't have to worry about an ill conceived thought until you press send. This app is going to blow up so many spots when a girl's phone is just sitting there with a half sentence waiting to be finished. Newsflash; The type of girls that need to see everything you intentionally or accidentally type aren't the type that are concerned with your grammar.
Now, lets think about this rationally. What is the newest commercial phenomenon? I'll give you a hint, it has good intentions, but it is never used. Still don't get it? #X. Yeah, hypothetically it would be awesome if everyone texted that before they drove a car. Fact is, they don't. I text and drive. You text and drive. Everyone fucking texts and drives. Now imagine that you couldn't just wait until an alert popped up and then decided to respond. Imagine you were so obsessed with what a person MIGHT say to you that you had to stare at the phone, while you were driving, until you got a response. That's safe. That definitely won't inflate the fatality numbers amongst vehicular texters. But yeah, I guess interrupting an ongoing text to eliminate confusion is more important than saving a few lives of textually obsessed teens.
Turns out this app isn't even on iPhones. Which really begs the question, if an app isn't on an iPhone is it even an app at all?
P.S. If the floating dots give you "emotional and existential frustrations" then maybe you deserve to have your car wrapped a round a tree. Grow up.
ABC- Once upon a time, when single women and infertile couples wanted a baby, they would pay a sperm bank to help them. Sometimes it costs thousands of dollars for a successful pregnancy. But now, those services have gone online, and at the click of a mouse, donors make their sperm available by offering to have sex for free. It's a surprising -- and some say unconventional -- method of making a baby called "natural insemination."
How about this guy 'Joe' just flipping the cheating game on it's skull? I'm not a big cheater. I guess that comes with the territory of not being a big relationship guy. However, I would imagine there is quite the justification process that goes along with being unfaithful. Joe isn't a cheater, he's a humanitarian. It's all semantics really. Sex is viewed through the eye of the boner, or something like that. He's just trying to propagate the species with as many women as possible.
Is that believable? Not really. On the other hand, you did have to think about it for half a second. That little seed of doubt is all you really need to substantiate your actions. It's kind of like when Tiger Woods tried to tell the world he was a sex addict. Equally unreasonable, but an excuse none the less. I would imagine if Joe tried to explain this to his wife he would be catching a 3 Wood to the side of his head as well.
From what I gather natural insemination is really just online dating minus the pulling out. Meet up, exchange names and interests, make sure the other person isn't a complete psychopath, and then head back to her place. The only difference is you send your seeds swimming upstream instead of leaving them in the swell of a stranger's back. I certainly hope Joe is using a burner phone and giving fake names. I'm not exactly an expert on impregnating strangers, but I am pretty sure giving it a respectable name like 'natural insemination' doesn't clear you of child support.
I think Joe is some combination of delusional and morally corrupt. Impregnating hundreds of women was referred to as 'extra curricular activities' like it was a pick up basketball game or something. He compared himself to Superman. Love how he acts as if he is some sort of philanthropist by only sleeping with other women when they are ovulating. Husband of the year material. "I only cheat when there is a chance of child birth". That's about the most ass backwards philosophy I have ever heard. Plus a married guy whose sidepieces only want to get pregnant probably isn't getting too much head.
This Kyle Gordy character is the one that is really living the dream. A 23 year old kid in graduate school slamming every cougar with a biological clock and a pulse? That's a kill count that would make even the finest cocksman blush. I guess the only real downside is the potential of incestual activity as the 'family' tree branches out. What a bunch of fatherless kids don't know won't hurt them, I suppose.
It would be kind of fun to walk around wondering if every child that walks past is yours. Biggest question is how does he get all his kids on the same sports teams without exposing his identity as their father? If I am fathering 100 kids you bet your ass I am keeping tabs on them as they grow up. Read a fucking book. Statistics say at least one of them is going to be a professional athlete. No way I am passing up the opportunity to be the big swinging dick that produced that Michael Phelps-esque swimmer.
ViralNova- Photographer Haley Morris-Cafiero has long been aware of peoples' cruelty towards her based on her size. Living in a society that's obsessed with thinness, life can be hard for larger people, especially women. Morris-Cafiero, however, decided to turn this meanspirited habit into art, and hopefully make people more aware of their judgmental attitudes.
If judgmentally staring at people when they aren't looking is a crime then you can lock my ass up right now. People watching is a national past time. It's the reason I sit outside at restaurants when it is nice out. It's the reason why doing anything alone is even mildly entertaining. I could go for a walk in the city and make a day of it just gazing at the unfortunate looking. Listen, I'm not saying you should stare at fat people in public like they are in some display at the zoo. Wait…actually that's exactly what I am saying. That's how you get people to better themselves. You shame them into doing so.
This ladies' 'woe is me' attitude toward people looking at her is nonsense. If you don't want people to look, how about trying not to stick out. How about wearing some sleeves? How about ditching the bright green shorts? Maybe steer clear of the bathing suits? What is with the fucking bowling shoes? This woman has enough arm fat to create an entire new set of arms. Her gut is hanging like 6 inches over her waistband. It is absurd to say she isn't doing anything strange. Leaving the house looking as she does is strange in it's own right.
I know Dove has got everyone thinking that they are beautiful in their own way, but it's simply not true. Some people are good looking, and some look like a 400 pound bag of milk. That's just science lady. So yeah, if you want to walk around with your loose skin flapping in the wind you are going to garner some evil looks. That doesn't change the fact that every single person in the world could make a similar montage. It's just that the people gazing at us don't look like they are about to lose their breakfast.
How can this lady sell me that she doesn't care what people think about her when she is wasting her day trying to gauge how people think about her through candid photos? If you want to be a disgusting obese person that is your cross to bear, but I'm not the bad guy for being blinded by your back fat. +1 for the name though. 'Wait Watchers' is actually quite clever.
P.S. Why is EVERYTHING 'art'? If I pooped on a canvas and had dogs run through it it would be closer to art than this.
MSN- Sue Ann Hamm, the ex-wife of Oklahoma oil magnate Harold Hamm who was awarded cash and assets worth more than $1 billion in the couple's divorce this week, plans to appeal the judgment on grounds that it grossly undervalues the marital wealth she is entitled to.
I don't even where to go with this. Once we start talking splits at 18 billion dollars my brain stops computing how much money that is. For instance, the difference between one billion and eighteen billion is just numbers to me. It doesn't even register as actual currency at that point. All I hear is the B word and it makes my ears perk up. How many zeroes is that? I think you would need a calculator to tally them all. This guy makes like 35 figures a year.
Does this lady deserve more than she got? Percentage wise, maybe. It's still an asinine move to appeal it. Saying 'I do', sitting in a desk chair, and raising a couple kids isn't a billion dollar job. I don't care what emotional distress someone caused you, I think 1 BILLION dollars is enough to cover it. You could rape my ass every Sunday morning for a year and I would waddle away with a million dollar settlement with a smile on my face. How could someone feel 'shortchanged' with a billion dollar bank account? You shouldn't even know what change is at that point. I know the rich stay richer by channeling their inner yamaka, but let's call a spade a spade. Y'all being eating long enough Sue Ann Hamm, stop being greedy!
Hey lady, if you wanted more than one billion you shouldn't have dragged this guys name through the dirt during a 9.5 week trial. You cost the company a portion of it's net worth and in effect cost yourself money. Sucks for you honey. Maybe if you continued to work at the company past 2008 you would have been responsible for more of it's net growth. Instead you decided to plant your old ass on the couch and watch Oprah while your hubby was out there being a boss ass oil tycoon. Housewives don't get more than a billion in divorce settlements. That's how America works. I'm pretty sure that is in the Constitution somewhere. Amendment 30-something. To each their own, I guess. I am disappointed when I see how much in taxes came out of my paycheck, this lady is disappointed when she sees a billion dollar deposit. Give these bitches an inch and they try to take the whole fucking mile.
SportsNet- Former New Jersey Devils goaltender Martin Brodeur appears to have had a change of heart in his retirement plans.
Renaud Lavoie, a hockey reporter at TVA Sports and the Journal de Montréal, said on Twitter that the 42-year-old isn’t ready to hang up his skates just yet.
This isn't at all surprising given the situation. If you are Marty you may as well ride this season out and see if an opportunity presents itself. If he didn't retire prior to the season he makes no sense to do it now. It's pretty obvious he still has a desire to play in the NHL. Really, why wouldn't he? A majority of the great players professional sports have seen have outlasted their welcome. Their passion and love for the game is what made them great in the first place. They should be commended on how hard it is for them to give up the sport they have dedicated their loves too.
I went through a period where I was hoping that Marty would retire this past summer as a Devil. Then I realized that whenever, and wherever Marty retires, it will be as a Devil. Quite honestly, I already miss watching him play. I thought it was a good decision to part ways and let Schneider shoulder the load. However, there is something uncomfortable and unfamiliar about starting a season without Brodeur between the pipes.
We are short of twenty games into the season. Any opportunity for Marty to contribute is dependent on injuries. Those will undoubtedly happen over the grind of the NHL schedule. Best case scenario he rides out the season waiting for a phone call and calls it quits. Although, if he does receive a call, it would certainly be fun to watch him play again. Even if he is doing it in another teams' sweater. I think we can all admit he is not doing himself any favors by bringing up playing time. What do you expect though? The best will always believe they are the best. I, myself, believe that Brodeur still has what it takes to be a serviceable NHL player. Whether it plays out that way or not remains to be seen.
Yahoo Sports- "Hurt is hurt. If you’re asking me, am I hurt right now? Yeah, I’m hurt. I haven’t, you know, felt 100 percent in a long time,” Newton told reporters.
There's that excuse train. Little late, almost thought I missed it. Cam Newton admitting that he is hurt amidst a fall from grace that would make ENRON blush. Christ, his quarterback rating has almost dipped as low as his Wonderlic score. What did he get on that anyway? A 3? I would be mildly surprised if Cam Newton could spell Wonderlic. Anyway, it's too late Cam. We are in week 11 of the NFL season. No one in the league is 100%. If you weren't admittedly hurt before you started playing like Blaine Gabbert than you can't throw it in our face now.
This just goes back to the fact that Cam Newton sucks. He is the NFL's longest running scam. Great athlete, poor quarterback. When he is forced to sit in the pocket and actually read a defense his game falls off drastically. It's the same as Colin Kaepernick. It's the same reason RG3 plays about 12 snaps per season. If you can't play the quarterback position in some traditional sense your career potential is certainly restricted.
Did we get any clarification on this injury? I would guess a prolonged yeast infection. Possibly a bruised ego. Can you play quarterback with a strained fallopian tube? Get the guy some pampers and a muzzle and get the microphone out of his face. I have been saying this guy sucks for years, and finally his porous numbers are backing up me up.
NJ.com- Rutgers quarterback Gary Nova has dealt with plenty of criticism during his tumultuous four-year career. But some fans have crossed the line by making death threats, according to teammate and longtime friend Leonte Carroo.
Some would say Rutgers' arrival into big time college football was when they stormed the field after defeating #3 ranked Louisville in 2006. Others would say their recent entrance in to the Big Ten, a premiere football conference, marks their ascension into relevance. They would both be wrong. Your fan base isn't deserving of respect in college football until your quarterback is getting death threats. That's just a fact. You think the UConn quarterback gets death threats? How about the Syracuse quarterback? They probably have to wear their jerseys around campus just to get recognized. I bet Ryan Hart would have killed to get death threats while at Rutgers.
Should college kids, that put their heart and soul on the line for no monetary compensation, have to deal with such ridiculousness? No. I think everybody realizes that. Except for the people hiding behind keyboards shooting empty threats out all across the worldwide web. However, that's just the age we live in. The TwittERA, if you will. Anyone who is anyone receives death threats now a days. It's a sign that people care about you, hate is just well disguised love. Gary Nova should respond with a resounding 'thank you' to each and every fan that ridicules him in public. The fans, rational and irrational alike, are the reason he is a starting quarterback in a power conference like the Big Ten. Despite the media exposure of the NYC market, Rutgers would not be in the Big Ten without a passionate fan base.
Gary Nova has been the Rutgers starting quarterback, on and off, for 4 years. I know for a fact I have said "I am going to fucking kill Gary Nova" more than once. There were probably games where it was coming out of my mouth like it was on a loop. I didn't mean it. If i saw Gary in the bar tomorrow I would buy him a beer and give him a nice stiff pat on the ass. In the infamous words of Terrell Owens, "that's my quarterback", for better or worse. Lord knows the kid has been through more than any of his detractors could even imagine. He has had more emotional peaks and valleys than a pregnant woman. In fact, his career is eerily reminiscent of the longest premenstrual cycle in recorded history. The Scarlet-blooded Knights fans have been with him along the way for this epic journey. It's a tale of sorrow and a tale of persistence. It's like the greatest drama ever written played out in front of our eyes over the course of 4 years. Of course we are emotional. Some fans just let out that emotional through less than constructive criticism.
On Saturday, Gary Nova plays his final home game in front of the Rutgers crowd. When the clock hits zeroes, come victory or defeat, I will be putting my hands together for a kid that has had to endure more scrutiny than most will encounter in their entire lives. I have a pretty good feeling that those that authored those threatening tweets and misguided fandom will be right there along with me. Say what you want about Gary Nova, but he has been present for, even responsible for, some of the most memorable moments in Rutgers football history.