Some inappropriate language but well worth it.
She stops the fight simply with her presence on the ice as all of the fighters wonder what the hell she’s ranting about.
Disagree with him completely.
Quick baseball rant: I don’t want to hear another word about whether the Boston Red Sox drank beer or not. It goes on everywhere. Get over it. Does it really matter whether the drinking took place back in the clubhouse or in the dugout? The answer is no. Also, don’t you think a blog like Deadspin or TMZ would have been all over that months ago? Surely ONE photo would have emerged of Josh Beckett slamming a beer. I’m sick of this great MLB playoffs getting overshadowed by an organization that somehow feels it has the right to still dominate the baseball conversation weeks after they completed one of the worst collapses in baseball history. The arrogance shown by the front office in throwing their entire clubhouse under the bus in the now infamous Boston Globe piece is shocking. But apparently that wasn’t enough as they then completed the hubris by shipping off the man who made all of this recent success possible in Theo Epstein. Of course getting that deal completed in a reasonable fashion wasn’t sufficient either and so they’ve dragged along the negotiations for two weeks and counting and guess what? If you’re not in Dallas or St Louis right now, you’d probably never guess there’s a World Series being played. The Boston Red Sox ruined baseball.
Generation Y, where Tony LaRussa definitely scored a BASEketball style psyche out on Ron Washington last night.
C-Webb is quietly becoming one of the best analysts in the game. He was the color guy last week for the Denver Utah game and did an excellent job. I love the perspective he brings here.
Huge stamp of approval on this story. From the Star-Ledger:
The old wrestling announcer thought he was watching a football game Sunday night, but when it ended, he saw something else entirely unfold on his TV screen. Something very familiar.
“It reminded me of work!” Mean Gene Okerlund said.
Yes, as Bart Scott went all Hulk Hogan in an interviewafter the Jets beat the Patriots, the one man who could relate to how Sal Paolantonio felt was watching from his home in Sarasota, Fla.
Mean Gene, as generations of pro wrestling fans know, is the mustachioed announcer who stood with the microphone as the Ultimate Warrior or Randy “Macho Man” Savage flexed their massive biceps and spewed random threats.
No man has absorbed more spittle on his bald head than Mean Gene, so he knows a little bit about giving a quality wrestling interview. How did Bart Scott do? Take it away, Gene!
“On a scale of one to 10,” he said in that familiar deep voice, “I would give him an eight. A good interview has to create emotion. You can do that through love or hate, or just by entertaining people, and he does that.”
As a lifelong wrestling fan I can co-sign that Bart Scott would make an excellent wrestler. He’d have the body of a Bill Goldberg with the smack-talking ability that few have ever possessed (think: The Rock). I would love to see Vince McMahon make this happen.