Eat My Sports: Now, stepping up to the plate

As I have made no effort to shy away from this, I am a huge AM radio guy. I listen to sports’ talk to and from work every day. Does this make me seem unfairly older than I am? Probably, but I will make no apologies for being informed. I read a lot of sports news and listen to a lot of radio so you don’t have to know the info, I readily provide it for you in a non-filtered, un-biased (Steelers and Red Sox only) fashion.

Now, that being said, last week I was listening to everyone’s favorite ex-ESPN employee, Dan Patrick. They had reached a point in the show where, they either ran out of material or hit the keg enough times to go completely off track. The topic began with them analyzing different entrance songs in sports, then, what their song would be. Patrick, chose the new Justin Bieber rap about Tom Brady. But the exchange got me thinking, what would the entry songs be for The Guys? Well, now that you’ve asked … Continue reading Eat My Sports: Now, stepping up to the plate

I’ll see your three Super Bowls, and raise you my hair

In the newest form of battle-rapping, Justin Bieber is taking to video rap, dissing New England resident hair-stylist, Tom Brady, for his much-maligned haircut.

When reached for comment, Brady has not publicly said anything, but we’re pretty sure it would be along the lines of “good luck with puberty, kid, I’m going to go back to banging Super Bowls and blowing out my knee.”

Eat My Sports: Relaxation, finally

We’re a little over a week into baseball’s postseason, and it’s the most relaxed I’ve been in October in almost five years? Why, you ask? Because the Red Sox are finally not having any impact on my sleep, schedule, wallet or liver this year.

Would I have liked to seen this year’s patchwork lineup somehow sneak in and blow up the whole scene? Sure, I mean which Sox fan is honestly going to say “hell no I don’t want them to have the chance to take out the Yankees.” But in all honesty it’s nice to have a reprieve and not have my stress level shoot through the roof for every pitch every other night. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Relaxation, finally