9:00 PM Akron, Ohio mayor Don Plusquellic helped chase down a man who had stolen a friend's purse during a downtown music show Friday night. The man had tried to get a $100 ransom to return the purse, but Plusquellic convinced him to give the purse back & surrender to police.
Perhaps we should have seen this coming when the big improvement for Madden 09 was the addition of Cris Collinsworth. Or maybe we should have seen it coming when that cute chick at the office suddenly declared she was buying an XBox 360, squealing “I love Journey! My sorority used to sing that song at bars all the time in college!” But music games have finally surpassed sports games in popularity. The awesome Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtrack is not amused.
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So lazy talentless rock star wannabees now outnumber lazy talentless athlete wannabees, according to a new study by market research firm Odyssey. It’s not a huge surprise: both lifestyles boast riches, travel and groupies, but unless you’re an underachieving white wide receiver, only the rock star lifestyle features cocaine.
Kluwe looks like an unassuming high school kid, but it’s on like Donkey Kong when the music starts. He figures he’s one of the top 100 Guitar Hero players on the planet, which, due to the fact that he’s married, brings the grand total of Guitar Hero groupies to one.
His teammates, when not stuffing him in lockers or tying him to goal posts, are no doubt dazzled by his fake-guitar-playing wizardy, but it’s a pretty good sign that you’re the biggest nerd on the roster when the kicker starts making fun of your hobby:
As the Tigers limp along in their horrid start, Detroit pitcher Joel Zumaya sits on the shelf, as he recovers from offseason shoulder surgery. But one can only take shelf-sitting for so long. So, MAC G’s WORLD checks in to see how Zumaya’s rehab is going.
Looks like Joel’s making progress. Good to know he’s still on fluids.
“Hey, the kids are into the Guitar Hero; my little Dylan can’t stop playing long enough to come to the dinner table or notice when I’ve disappeared two hours to ‘answer email’ and hit the Pippi Longstocking fetish chat room. We should combine the two somehow. Maybe we could hand huge men these little toys and let them indulge their rock star dreams?” Read more…