Day: August 5, 2014

Speaking as a Red Sox fan, I know I have no room to complain. Having seen three World Series titles in a 10-year period, having to watch Boston be one of baseball’s worst teams a couple times is a pain I can stomach. That being said, I know each year when it’s time to start panicking about the direction a season is going (July) and a time to know the season has run  it’s course, and no matter how many times you’ve convinced yourself the team may have a run in them left, the fact is they don’t.

I’ve officially reached that point this year.

This year has been particularly frustrating as in no way did I see this coming. 2012 was different. The moment I heard the name Bobby Valentine, I called fellow Guy, Bryan McBournie and told him that it was time to give up on the 2012 Red Sox. That was in December of 2011. Continue reading Eat My Sports: It’s August, I give up

U.S. Air Force observers and the National Hurricane Center have downgraded Atlantic storm Bertha back down to a tropical storm and, as she turns away from the eastern coast, deemed her “irrelevant.”

They now believe that Bertha was one of those “cry for attention” hurricanes and suspect she never had it in her to make landfall in Florida.

To console her, weather forecasters in England are waiting for what will inevitably be Gloomy English Weather Bertha with a warm fire, blankets and a kettle of tea.

For all of our adult readers, maybe you can take a step back for a few? I need to rap with the kids for a little bit.

Okay, are they gone? Cool. See, I know that it must be pretty awesome to have pot brownies? I mean, drugs, pot, yeah man, and then brownies too? How delicious are brownies? What a totally great idea, dude! But here’s the thing: it sure does suck when mom and dad are home. How can you make a pan of those awesome delectables?

Well, what you probably shouldn’t do is break into a neighbors’ house in order to make the brownies. Because then you’re committing two crimes versus one, and that’s just not good. Hold off on making that pan of pot brownies for another day. Remember, it’s the smart criminal that goes on to have another baggie of magic brownies. The greedy criminal gets a baggie of poop brownies.

We’ve long thought of Canadian as being polite and peaceful people. But maybe we’re wrong. Maybe those long winters are making them crazy, like dangerously so. We’re saying they collect body parts, OK?

An Alberta man was cleaning out some stuff in his family’s garage when he found something from his past. It was a human skull in a box, and not Gweneth Paltrow’s. He immediately remembered the skull from his childhood. It used to give him nightmares. His father won it in a card game back in the 1960s or 1970s. Because that’s normal. Now, police are trying to find more information about the skull so they can figure out what to do with it.

Let’s also keep in mind that there’s a bar in Yukon, Canada, that served drinks with preserved toes in them, until someone swallowed the last one in 2013.