Eat My Sports: A King’s Redemption

Those of you that read EMS know that I haven’t been the biggest fan of LeBron James over the past five years. Once he announced he was spurning Cleveland in order to take his talents to South Beach, it left a sour taste for just about anyone who has ever been a fan of James. Unless, of course, you were a bandwagon Miami Heat fan.

James’ return to Cleveland I initially viewed as him once again, joining a front running team with Kyrie Irving and Kevin Love to re-create what he had done four years prior. Now, without the injured Love and Irving, James is having to drag a team of misfits to the title, and he’s earning back all the respect he lost in the process.

There is no reason Cleveland should be in this series against Golden State, none. But because of James playing out of his mind hero ball, heading into tonight’s Game 3, they’re a LBJ missed field goal away from being up 2-0 on the best team in the league.

It’s mind boggling how he has this team fighting for a championship, but what’s also more impressive is he is re-building his case of being better than Michael Jordan in the process. Continue reading Eat My Sports: A King’s Redemption

We’ve lost the War on Amphibious Animals

As if things didn’t look bleak enough in pants, the War on Animals took a major blow today. We all know that you are successfully keeping your foe down if they can’t join professional baseball. But now that there has been an amphibious pitcher, it’s only a matter of time before fully aquatic players’ unions force the game to be played entirely underwater.

We had no idea that all those other pitchers in MLB history only played with one arm.
We had no idea that all those other pitchers in MLB history only played with one arm.

And just to add insult to injury, his name’s Venditte. That’s right: “Tiny French Thirst for Vengeance.” He just admitted that he is a frog and always intended to set back both baseball and the human race from the very beginning.

We’re losing the war on panty lines

According to a recent report, an industry widely considered vital to the U.S. economy is in peril, and it seems logical to fear for American jobs. It seems that thongs aren’t selling so well anymore.

Sixteen years after Sisqo’s four-minute-long commercial for them, thongs are struggling to appeal to a younger generation of women. In fact, sales are down 7%, while wider, less flattering forms of women’s underwear are up. And this in the revival of the booty. Clearly, the songs are telling women what part of their bodies are attractive, but they’re not telling women what to wear on that part.

We learned the harsh lesson of panty lines back in the 1980s. We can ill afford to go back to those dark days. Ladies, it’s up to you.