The main talk of the early parts of the NFL preseason has been the Philadelphia Eagles as the self-appointed “Dream Team” of the NFL. Vince Young’s remarks may been innocent, but when your backup quarterback starts talking the talk, it puts immense amounts of pressure on the rest of the team to walk the walk. And so far through three games, Philadelphia’s starters have failed the lithmus test miserably.
For starters, your franchise cannot go anywhere when your quarterback is consistently on his back. The redemption of Michael Vick has been remarkable, however, Philadelphia just gave $100 million to a man who was brilliant for three quarters of a season, faded late, and threw a game-losing pick in a home playoff loss. Feel confident in your future yet, Philadelphia fan? Continue reading Eat My Sports: Dream Team, harsh reality
ABC has announced their lineup for the latest season of Dancing, and the list includes yours and my favorite psycho, Ron Artest.
I don’t want to alarm you all, but there’s something that perhaps you should know.
Earlier on Monday, two postal workers in Tampa complained about the mail (there’s a surprise). After handling the mail, one of the complainers ended up in the hospital, currently in stable condition. Soon, a licorice-esque odor was discovered in a package, the terms nausea and dizziness began being bandied about and the post office was evacuated. Cleeeeeeeeear out.
The employees were later let back in, and the scent is being attributed to a grease leak coming from the aforementioned package. This is clearly a cover up.
Nausea? Dizziness? Licorice odor? This can only mean one thing: the Red Vines are coming for us.
You know what we never get tired of? Mascot fights. We don’t have any mascot fights for you today, but there’s something that strikes a comedic chord somewhere between cartoon and reality of two adults sweating inside of foam and felt costumes, and then taking exception toward each other’s existence.
What we do have for you is a drunken clown driving around an upstate New York town in a golf cart. Drunk(en) driving isn’t funny normally, but when it’s a clown driving a vehicle that tops out at about 10 mph, it’s so much better. Clowns of America, we want more of these stories!