The McBournie Minute: NFL mustaches don’t donate to Movember

Halloween has come and gone, and if you’re friends with Rick Snee or Bryan Schools on Facebook, you are well aware that it’s Movember. Yes, it’s that month where some of us pretend that mustaches are cool so we can raise awareness about … something involving dudes and health. It used to be man cancers, and now it seems like various things that affect men’s health.

I’m a dude, so dude health is way up there on my list of priorities. So I guess I have to be on the side of this vague cause. And if you know a guy and are concerned about his health, you should support it, too.

The problem is that groups like the NFL use it to just make a quick buck. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: NFL mustaches don’t donate to Movember

Football takes it marginally easier on the ‘tatas’ this week

No word yet as to whether RGIII's knee brace will match his arm condom and dick towel this week.
No word yet as to whether RGIII’s knee brace will match his arm condom and dick towel this week.

While the NFL may not express interest in medical science when it comes to chronic brain damage in their own yards, they went big for raising awareness of breast cancer. (Which, come to think of it, is weird since the only people more disposable in the NFL than the players are the cheerleaders.)

But, this year, they’re dialing back the pink, and by dial back, we mean going back to yellow penalty flags. The pink ones were sometimes confused with red personal foul flags and — we kid you not — all the other pink s**t on the field.

It ain’t much, but it’s a start.

Did somebody get told?

In response to today’s Headline of the Day, “Low dietary fat more effective in fighting breast cancer than wearing pink,” all we can say is DA-YUM.

We almost asked the writer, David Liu, who peed in his mammogram results, but–show of hands–anyone out there not aware of breast cancer?

That it kills a lot of women, and breasts are removed?

Getting tested is a good idea?

Yeah, that’s what we thought. Maybe it’s time for Komen to get into cookbooks instead of cheesy bumper stickers.

MasterChugs Theater: ‘The Ring 2’

I remember years ago that when I first heard the term ‘sequel-itis’, I took it as a good thing. I mean, I love the Friday the 13th movies, the Evil Dead movies, where would Star Wars be without Empire, The Godfather without Godfather 2 and imagine a world without Dawn of the Dead. It’s very scary.

While watching The Ring 2 however, I realized something. Sequel-itis is a bad thing. It is a disease, a scourge, and this film suffers from it, badly. Sometimes it is better to leave a good story alone, and only make a sequel if you have another story to tell. Continue reading MasterChugs Theater: ‘The Ring 2’

Eat My Sports: There’s only one Febtober

Everyone remembers the unforgettable “Celebrity Jeopardy” performances on SNL. There’s a “sword” comment one way or another in any conversation involving Sean Connery, it’s undeniable. My personal favorite was the skit where “Months That End In ‘tober'” is answered with a buzz and on cue “FEBTOBER!!!” delivered by Darell Hammond as the bearded Connery. Some of you may remember me starting writing about the 2009 MLB season way back in early February, and that got me thinking…

Febtober is the perfect way to describe a truly avid baseball fan’s passion for watching every pitch, agonizing over every box score, and blowing every loss out of proportion. While the casual sports’ fans were watching the NFL draft, we were watching pitch counts. When you were watching the Los Angeles Kobes, we were scrutinizing slugging percentages. And while you were debating whether Rafael Nadal would look better with a shorter haircut, we were debating whether or not Cliff Lee or Roy Halladay would make the better late season pitching acquisition. Continue reading Eat My Sports: There’s only one Febtober