You are now 3-22 in Yankee Stadium since 2002, thanks to three more losses over the weekend in each of which you had the lead and then decided it would only be right to give the game, through a host of hideous scoring squanders, pitching mistakes and fielding errors, to your aging, average opponent (despite its having spent 400 million in the offseason) which needs only your presence to feel good about itself again. Since you seem incapable of rising above the standard of gutless incompetence which characterizes all of the sports teams in your city, we would very much appreciate it if you immediately disband and allow professional teams to take your place. You know, the ones which don’t fall on their swords the minute they see a pinstriped uniform.
Update: As the ever-vigilant impartial-ist, here’s a terrific editorial from TechCrunch on the presumed death of RSS in the face of Twitter’s conquering of the real time sphere.
I received this flyer in today’s batch of junk mail. Apparently, there is now a (paid?) service that allows you to be a litigious dickhead even in the context of your fantasy baseball league.
On the one hand, this feels like proof that we finally have spawned too many attorneys in this country. On the other hand, I do like the idea of service industries evolving to the point that they exist only in digital contexts. It brings me one step closer to my dream of being a full-time, paid, fantasy baseball commissioner.
A National Association of Hispanic Journalists (NAHJ) press release announced today that Geraldo Rivera will be inducted into its Hall of Fame next month.
This would be a very nice accolade if it weren’t for the fact that Geraldo Rivera founded the National Association of Hispanic Journalists.
In other news, the Moustached House of Douchebags Hall of Fame will announce this year’s inductees next week. Fingers crossed, Geraldo.
I realize I’m a little late to the party on this one, but it’s still too good to pass up…
“Gone.”
My two favorite things in this clip…
1) It seems that ‘Cancer’ is Glen Beck’s Power Word. Don’t be anywhere near him when he says it.
2) When Beck asks for help, some dipshit producer ambles over so she can get a closer view of the prone David Buckner. Unfortunately, she has no skills to bring to bear on this situation… or in any other, for that matter.
To be perfectly frank, I have almost no idea who Kanye West is, or why he is relevant. I’m happy to give him a full Mep endorsement, however, solely on the grounds that he despises Twitter so openly.
