That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Why haven’t there been more fights in the stands during the World Cup? I figured every game would feature a brawl. Shit, Philadelphia fans fight the opposing fans just for the hell of it. The fight was okay, no one got dropped from what we can see. Just some scrappy Mexicans and a few “Snatch” looking Pikey’s throwing a few blows in the 100 section. Security should’ve let this one go. That would’ve been a hell of a fight. Neither side would’ve ever quit. Winner gets a new Caravan. Best part of the video is dude smoking the heater. I’m sure he had that thing hanging out of his lips like a mechanic while he’s throwing haymakers. Fight gets stopped, go back to puffing on that cig my man. Hardo!!
SLAP!!! COLD BLOODED!! I’m usually not a fan of these goofy ass “experiments” that people do to get a viral video. And I feel that’s what most of them are. They did one a little while back about strangers kissing and shit and that was fucking weird. This one though was pretty intriguing. I’d get in on this. Shit…getting to open hand PIMP slap someone in the face. Yeah sign my ass up. I don’t care if they get to do it to me too. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been slapped before, but I’d take one to the kisser if it meant I got to rare back and do it myself. I would 100% tell the Rick James joke before I swung though.
Bleacher Report – While participating in pre-NBA draft interviews with teams, prospects will get asked some unusual questions. Those questions may not be relevant to basketball, but teams like to see how a player will respond. One team apparently gave former Michigan star Nik Stauskas something to think about with one of its questions: Would he rather win Rookie of the Year or Party/Tour with Justin Bieber?
What kind of question is that? I’m sure it was one of many that they asked but really? I get it, they want to see how mature he is and if he likes to party and shit like that. Fuck that. I’m probably giving to much credit to some of the dumb assess that go through the pre-draft process, but what do they think the answer would be? How about ask if they would rather party with Justin Bieber or Leonardo DiCaprio? That’ll tell you more about a kid. And if their answer is the Biebs, the GM or whoever asking should be able to then kick the prospect square in the dick. YEP, FULL ON PUNT STYLE KICK RIGHT IN THE DICK. I’m so tired of hearing about that bratty punk ass piece of shit Justin Bieber. Speaking of kicking in the dick, I would do just about anything to kick that fuck boy right in the jimmy.
That brings me to a question though. If you could party with one Sports AND one Entertainment Celebrity for a night who would it be?
I’m going with…
Think this Camera man was on a mission or what? Dude has an eye for talent. All those crazy soccer hooligans and he finds the cute blonde of the bunch and zooms right the fuck in. I’d watch more soccer if they spent 80 minutes on the smokes in the stands and 10 minutes on the highlights and goals. Solid work my man, solid work.
Well if this is right up Bad Grammar Sports alley, I don’t know what is. Over the weekend Manchester, TN hosted its annual Bonnaroo Music festival. They had a few Graffiti walls set up for the festival-goers to tag up and obviously a Bama Fan had to mark some territory. I like it. Represent your hood SEC. I probably would’ve put “GO DAWGS” up there. But you can’t fuck it up. I mean this person has probably been saying “Roll Tide” his who life. It was probably his 1st words if he comes from an Alabama family. At first I thought about giving him the benefit of the doubt that maybe this dude was fucked up out of his mind, it is Bonnaroo. But I’m willing to bet this dumb motherfucker sees nothing wrong with “Role Tide”. Probably been spelling it that way for years.
I always enjoy this segment from Jimmy Kimmel. I wouldn’t say this is the best one I’ve seen but still pretty funny.
Ranking Top 3 “Mean Tweets”
3. Demarcus Cousins
2. Dikembe Mutumbo
1. Steph Curry
I was 12 years old in June of 1994, likely still pube, alcohol, and drug free. I was a sports junkie back then. I watched reruns of SportsCenter, with OGs Dan Patrick and Keith Olbermann, every morning while eating Toaster’s Strudels for breakfast. I collected baseball cards, drank Pepsi Big Slams, as per Shaq’s endorsement, and played a modified version of stickball at a friend’s house nearly every afternoon. Death Row Records boomed on the CD player in my bedroom, and I was obsessed with wearing the jerseys of NBA players.
That summer, the Braves, fresh off of their improbable back-to-back-to-back National League West pennants (that’s right kids, the Atlanta Braves used to play in the NL West, and had great rivalries with the Dodgers and Giants), trailed the Montreal Expos (that’s right kids, the Nationals used to play in Canada!) in the newly realigned NL East by some 8 or 9 games approaching the all-star break. This, if I remember correctly, was the inaugural year of the Colorado Rockies and Florida Marlins, forcing Major League Baseball into the current three-division alignment. The Braves were headed for the possibility of becoming baseball’s first Wild Card selection in the new playoff system. The 1994 Expos were fucking sick. Ultimately, the players’ strike happened, brainwashing most of America into believing that all baseball players were the devil.
Speaking of the devil. The summer of 1994 also forced NFL legend and “actor” OJ Simpson back into the spotlight, when allegations that he brutally stabbed and killed his ex-wife and her alleged boyfriend, made the news. Of course, at age 12, I believed that everyone famous was pure, especially athletes, and could do no wrong. “There’s no god damn way this guy did this,” I thought. “OJ fucking Simpson? He was in The Naked Gun!”
And then, the chase happened.
I remember watching it on the news in my parents living room, thinking, “Why is this former superstar athlete driving a fucking Ford Bronco? I’d be in a Ferarri or Porsche, with 2 hot bitches riding shotgun.” I was probably a little too young to realize the racial strain the ensuing verdict would put on America, although Family Guy made it pretty clear for the younger generation with this clip.
I can still remember a lot of the actors that were dragged through the media during the trial, who eventually became household names – Mark Fuhrman, the LAPD Detective who was grilled on the stand for his past use of the “N” word; Marcia Clark (Prosecuting Attorney); Johnny Cochran (Defense Attorney); Robert Kardashian (Defense Attorney and patriarch of this awful family); Kato Kaelin (OJ’s “house guest” and legendary douche bag); and of course, Bearded Asian Judge Lace Ito.
Lost in the shuffle on the day of the chase, fairly significant stuff happened in sports: Arnold Palmer played his last round in the US Open, The World Cup opened in Chicago, the New York Rangers won the Stanley Cup, and Ken Griffey, Jr. tied Babe Ruth for the most home runs hit before June 30th. And yet, a scumbag like Simpson dominated the headlines.
Where were you during the infamous “chase?” Best story wins a prize.
And if I see whoever wrote this song, which has been in my head for way longer than I can even admit, I’m goodfellas style pistol whipping that ass with a flip flop.
“It’ll be like it’s both ours we’ll just keep it at my house”
There’s nothing worse than an asshole on a bike. Those fuckers get in your way when you drive, piss off pedestrians in large cities, wear nut-hugging spandex, and as Lance Armstrong has taught us, are generally unlikeable slimeballs with a false sense of entitlement. I’ve never met a bicycle enthusiast whom I didn’t consider a homosexual. But damn, this guy got ROBBED AT GUNPOINT in a fucking enchanted forest!
“That’s my bike punk!”