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The following is a video of MLB Superstar Albert Pujols and his manager, Tony La Russa speaking at Glenn Beck’s Tea Party rally in DC today.
While I realize that they got Pujols under the auspices of handing him some fakey award, I still feel like accepting it and preaching the gospel to the Tea Party could very well be worse than taking steroids.
Glenn Donnellan, a fiddler for the National Symphony Orchestra, crafted an electric fiddle out of a Derek Jeter-model baseball bat.
His fiddling rendition of the national anthem on July 4, at a Washington Nationals game, gives me the chills. It sounds like something out of a Ken Burns’ Civil War documentary.
This movie would have been exponentially better than “Angels in the Outfield.” You’re telling me no one wants to front $20 million to get it done? Do it. Get it done.
By the way, if you’re wondering why the coach has cerebral paulsey, check out the story of Zach Anner and his near-hosting of Oprah’s new show.
And so, the ravenous sports media culture finds itself T +24 hours past their biggest scoop of the summer.
The anointed one, the most finely tuned athlete/behemoth ever to come out of Ohio has left his hometown team. Instead of staying put and playing basketball martyr, LeBron James has decided to join two of his closest athlete/behemoth friends to form a mini-Harlem Globetrotter team in South Beach.
So, for fear of having to return to baseball, the World Cup, and other summer sports fare, the sports media has turned its attention to the jilted Cleveland fanbase.
Not only thrilled this morning with the group-clinching goal by US Soccer Poster Boy, Landon Donovan, but also of the internet for almost instantaneously spawning this amazing video montage to its greatness.
The Greatest American Five Fingers, The Teabag Doesn’t Fall Far From the Tree for Rand Paul, We Like Ice Cream Because It’s ICE CREAM!, What if We Just Lightly Sear Them?, Lakers Fail at Immigration, Invading Arizona for Fun, Profit, and Golf Courses, Greg Roots For the Insurance Company to Win the Bet, and the BuddhaFather.
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It is now halftime in Game 7 of the “most anticipated” NBA Finals in years. The score is 40-34. Boston is winning, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that the Lakers and Celtics, the two most decorated teams in the history of the sport, have laid a stale, constipated turd on the heads of American basketball fans for the past week and a half.
The world’s eyes will be on the 2010 World Cup for the next month. I will be celebrating by playing a bunch of FIFA video games, and even more when I visit Russ later this month and we play our chosen team of destiny, Denmark, against the world.
Russ has way more footage that’s unprocessed, but here’s a little taste of what that looks like:
