Day: February 22, 2011

Eat My Sports: Finally

It is hard as a sports’ fan to always look at the big picture. When your teams are giving up winning in the short term to draft and prospect young talent, it’s not always easy to see the wins that translates to years down the road. Now, imagine your team doesn’t draft, imagine your team guts itself for a period of ten years, makes moves for has-been talent and financially cripples your team and handcuffs the ability to have any sort of respect for over a decade. Hello, I’m a New York Knicks fan, and this was my life as a basketball fan.

Like the rest of the devoid of any basketball joy Knicks’ fans, I began to see the end in sight in 2008 when it appeared LeBron James’ impending 2010 free agency would result in him coming to the basketball mecca of the world, and our pain of Isaiah Thomas, Stephon Marbury, Steve Francis, Anfernee Hardaway and every draft pick we traded for them would be absolved with the signing of James. Well, James took his talents to South Beach, and in a panic move, James Dolan overpaid for Amar’e Stoudemire in order to somewhat salvage the biggest swing and a miss in the history of free agency. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Finally

Poop your way to longer life

Have we got good news for those of you who fear dying, ever! According to data from the National Institutes of Health and the AARP, people who consume high fiber diets have a lower risk of death.

The trade-off is that most of that extra time on Earth will be spent on the can.

Now, before you get all excited and take up dangerous deathsports:

1. “Lower risk of dying” does not mean there’s a chance you won’t die at all. This is why doctors aren’t allowed to write childrens’ books. (Seuss flunked out for a dame.)

2. It has to be real fiber: grains like oats and wheat. Leave your grandmom’s basket collection alone.

Your mouth is a cancer zone

Bet you won’t hear John Mayer singing that song.

Everything will kill you. Often, this consists of the stuff you don’t like. More often, though, it consists of the stuff that you do like. And the stuff that you do like? It turns out it may kill you slowly, it may kill you quickly, it all depends on what other contributing factors you want to include.

We don’t want to alarm anyone, nor do we want to jump to conclusions-but we do suspect that prostitutes may be nothing more than pustules wearing skin suits.

A post about Brazil that’s not about Mardi Gras

There are a lot of clowns in Congress, but in Brazil, they literally have a clown. Francisco Everardo Oliveira Silva, who was recently elected to the Brazilian Congress, is apparently a famous clown over there.

And, on his first vote, he messed up. He had pledged to support a measure greatly increasing the minimum wage, but hit the wrong button. However, everything was OK, because he honked his nose a couple times and hopped in a car with 20 of this friends.