Eat My Sports: I’m super, thanks for asking
Posted on January 27, 2009
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So it has come to this. The Arizona Cardinals and the Pittsburgh Steelers in a game for the title, or as we like to say, for all the marbles. Last year, I predicted a 28-27 upset of the Patriots by Elisha Manning and his Giants. I also detailed how the game would play out, and also what it would be like to have The Guys together watching the game.
Well, dedicated readership, you’re getting half of what you’ve been wishing for since my Super Bowl column last year! Bryan McBournie and I will be watching the game and trying not to kill each other this very Sunday. How will both games play out … I wonder …. Read more
Written by Bryan SchoolsYour parents don’t love you
Posted on January 27, 2009
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***SPOILER ALERT!***
This week’s issue of the Proceedings of the National Academy of Science, scientists will reveal a study with which they determine your jeans do influence your popularity.
There’s no word, yet, as to which brands improve social standing, but this blog wears only Old Navy brand blue jeans. (Get Up & Go … to your local Old Navy store for great deals on fashionable clothes for the whole family!) We’re pretty sure scientists will corroborate our own research that skinny jeans are merely a passing fad, while boot cut relaxed fits will get you laid every time.
So, if you’re positive your parents refuse to buy you designer jeans because they’re jealous of your hair and secretly hate you: you’re absolutely right … and probably adopted.
Written by Rick SneePip-pip, cheeri-oh CRAP!
Posted on January 27, 2009
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Me: So, it seems that Britain could have been an Iceland before Iceland.
Everyone reading at home: WHUH?
Yeah, so, yesterday, Iceland’s government kind of went kaputski due to major economic issues. Posers. It now seems that the entire United Kingdom’s banking system was simply 180 minutes away from imploding. As in, three quarters of a football game.
Real football, everyone else of the world. None of that soccer nonsense.
Anyways, it would seems that people dropping tons of money into the banks earlier were also attempting to pull that money out, come hell or high water. Since this nearly collapsed the British banking system, think of this in large, massive scale amounts of money being taken away all at once.
So, what could this have meant for the rest of the world?
In three hours, we almost saw Atonement turned into Oliver Twist.
Written by Chris "Chugs" TaylorChicago’s finest
Posted on January 27, 2009
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Some of us had dreams of becoming a police officer ever since we were boys. Then there are some boys who take it upon themselves to dress like a cop and patrol traffic. The great part about this story (and your faith in law enforcemnet) is that the 14-year-old Chicago boy was on duty for five hours before the other police became suspicious.
Five hours folks, five. In other news I’m never going to Chicago.
Written by Bryan SchoolsWe know where you live, Biden
Posted on January 27, 2009
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The Obama administration has come to power promising all sorts of changes making the federal government more transparent and approachable for the citizenry. Among that, it seems, is an un-blurred satellite photograph of the U.S. Naval Observatory, the new home of Vice President Joe Biden, in Washington, D.C.
Under Dick Cheney, easily the most reptilian of our nation’s vice presidents, Google Maps and Google Earth had at one point been clearly visible, but abruptly pixelated, reportedly under order from the Office of the Vice President. Yet, the White House, U.S. Capitol and other government buildings and landmarks were clearly seen, some skewed slightly to hide security measures.
Today is a new day, folks. We can see the Naval Observatory again! Oh, Biden, you have so much to learn about being a paranoid vice president living in secrecy and seclusion of your own making.
Written by Bryan McBournie