Eat My Sports: Love hurts

A little over a year and a half ago, after years of fighting it off, I got absorbed into the world of reality television. I found out VH1 was doing their latest reality series on Poison’s Bret Michaels. Being a huge Poison fan, I found myself sucked into the vortex that became “Rock of Love” by the thought of Michaels fighting off numerous women, and the possibility that I might get to see CC DeVille relapse and do a line of blow off the forehead of one of these skanks after they passed out from the routine Tuesday morning bender.

You might be asking yourself where the hell does all of this fall in the line of sports. Well, dating is a sport, and I’m running low on fresh material, so today you get my calloused thoughts on “Rock of Love Bus” and Michaels’ newest wench Taya. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Love hurts