3:45 PMStuart Appleby won't try to keep his PGA Tour exempt status this weekend at the season's final event because he plans to oversee his own junior golf event in Australia. But if Tiger Woods wasn't going to be at that same event, do you think Appleby would be playing?
3:14 PM The Boston Herald's 'Inside Track' has a small promotional piece on Bill Simmons which apparently didn't set to well with commenters. Haters like that are the surest sign dude has made it firmly into the mainstream. Validation if I've ever seen it.
Chicagoans have a long history of crappy athlete raps. Okay, just the one, but it’s a trend setter:
Therefore, we shamefully include the following in the Chicago Sports Craptastic Pantheon: a car commercial with rapping managers/former athletes. Take it far far away, Lou Piniella and Ozzie Guillen:
So if you see us outside Wrigley tomorrow waving pH strips in the air, we are waving them as if we do care; we’re checking the douche level. Let’s keep it pH-balanced out there, Cubs fans.
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This is Steve and it’s no wonder…Alwyas makes me laugh. I know every word to the Super Bowl Shuffle, one of my friends name a player and asks me to say their lines. I am pathetic.
Local boys made good, at least theoretically. That’s why Mr. Clean (aka Billy Corgan) sings about once a year. Suspiciously absent: Local H. Jus’ sayin’.
12:02 pm on June 22nd, 2008
This is Steve and it’s no wonder…Alwyas makes me laugh. I know every word to the Super Bowl Shuffle, one of my friends name a player and asks me to say their lines. I am pathetic.
12:09 pm on June 22nd, 2008
We’re All American Rejects and Good Charlotte unavailable?
12:14 pm on June 22nd, 2008
Local boys made good, at least theoretically. That’s why Mr. Clean (aka Billy Corgan) sings about once a year. Suspiciously absent: Local H. Jus’ sayin’.