Day: September 13, 2011

Eat My Sports: End of an era

Brett Favre, Peyton Manning, Tom Brady, Ben Roethlisberger, Drew Brees, Phillip Rivers, Kurt Warner, Michael Vick, Aaron Rodgers, Donovan McNabb, these are the names we’ve been accustomed to hearing, and the guys we have been priviliged to watch every Sunday for roughly a decade. I don’t think there has been a better collection of quarterbacks playing at the same time, and I don’t believe we will see one ever again.

With Manning’s surgery and no timetable for a return, the Colts are now having to look in the mirror and face the possibility they were trying to put off for a very long time, life without Peyton. With Favre out of the league, McNabb withering away by the moment and Brady on the tail-end of his career, the NFL as we have known it is about to take on a whole new landscape. Continue reading Eat My Sports: End of an era

It’s like a Moebius strip of cholesterol guilt

Do you feel the walls closing in on you? After the walls close in, do you feel it opening up, only for the pattern to continue over and over and over? You might and potentially should. You see, a … potentially larger than average gentleman is suing White Castle for not making their booths big enough (we’re choosing our words carefully because someone is clearly a bit more publicly litigious than most).

Stockbroker Martin Kessman has had much difficulty fitting into the stationary booths in the Nanuet White Castle location. After leaving the fast food spot, he wrote up a complaint letter, where he claims to have received three condescending return letters. He’s now suing for larger seats under the Americans with Disabilities Act. Quotes from the story include:

“They’re stationary booths,” he told The Post. “I’m not humongous, [but] I’m a big guy. I could not wedge myself in.”

There’s no word in the story about Kessman becoming ostracized from the restaurant, so:

My wife went and picked up the burgers … because I did not want to set foot into the store,” he said. “Any subsequent trips to the store have been made by my wife — I have been like an outcast.”

Here’s a bit of free advice for people who have similar difficulties from yours truly: if you’re in a similar situation, maybe you should apply it upon yourself as advice for the future rather than a critique of yourself stop treating your self-created obesity as a disability.

Virginia is done with disaster movies, now on to sci-fi

Virginia’s had earthquakes, hurricanes, floods and Rep. Eric Cantor, but now, the disasters just got a little unnatural.

Weird, stinky blobs are washing ashore in Virginia Beach. They’re sort of black and sort of gray, and apparently they smell really bad. So far, they have not attempted to communicate, nor have they assembled into a larger blob, so we’re safe–or maybe that’s what they want us to think.