Sunday, September 20, 2009

poor old atletico

still the best

torn today between picking the steelers or the pats.

and is that brian witty?



there is no god

Thursday, September 17, 2009

old onion face

one of my childhood heroes HB

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

rest in peace

i think i knew patrick swayze had cancer. i guess i only forgot because he was battling it for such a long time. he seemed like a good enough guy and he will be missed. my favorite role of his is probably point break. but he also has a pretty sweet little cameo in donnie darko. anyway, heres a little something to remember him by, when vh1 originally published this i guess they felt bad and had to come back with this

roadhouse is badass too.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

same old bullshit

after the first two weeks it was easy to be optimistic. after the next two weeks, its almost impossible to be. this was a typical arsenal loss of the last 4 years, dominate possession, create plenty more chances than your opponent, get punished from a few set pieces, and boom, here we are. with 6 points from 12, and saying here we go again.

Bendtner was back to his old self. Denilson was very poor. But the LVP of the day for me was Diaby. Man City look like a force to be reckoned with, they've got some really nice players, I thought De Jong was MOTM, and Bridge, SWP are both top class prem players. And Bellamy still has plenty of miles left in those legs, scary to think that they were without arguably their 2 best players today...

Sunday, September 6, 2009

college football underway

an exciting weekend indeed. not if your a duck fan but whatever.

quote of the weekend goes to kevin albrecht after UVA goes down to a formidable 1-AA opponent Bill & Mary, "the diplomas going into the fire."

below one of my favorite college players and one of the reasons why he is that, but ignore the awful music and perhaps go for something like this


and another player who falls into that category of underappreciated college badasses: my main man lynn greer
oh and how could i forget randolph childress