TC the Terrible NOW Saber Squelch

I swear, the more I read Korhneiser the more he resembles that loudmouth at the end of the bar.  His loyalties change more often than his underwear.  He’s always tagging onto what ever team is hot this week, or spouting off about the team that’s on the skids.  There is no bandwagon that looks bad to him.  At least Wilbon admits to his waffling.  This is getting ridiculous.

And yes this is sexist, but I really don’t like women commentators on my football games.  They always come off (at best) as semi-intelligent eye candy stuck in front of the camera to keep men from flipping the channel.  Since that’s their sole purpose the networks should simply give us 30 seconds of cheerleaders three times per quarter.  

My disdain extends to women in the print media covering football too.  Ninety percent of the time the just miss the point of the thing they are trying to write about.  Today Sally Jenkins found her way into the 10% bracket with an article giving details on exactly why the Redskins suck.  It’s pretty good stuff.

More later.

This is just sick. No other way to describe it.  Even the sick bastards I grew up with never stooped this low.

I mean the donkey shows in Juarez have been going on for years, but that’s down in Mexico.  Plus the girls are always broken down crack whores.  That’s different, simply because crack whores pretty much deserve what they get.

At least the article doesn’t go into detail about the injuries that killed the guy.  And the horses weren’t hurt so not all is lost.

It seems that the Game and Fish Department is now running the U.S. borders.  Just like bass fishing with Bill Dance, there is a ‘catch and release’ policy for non-Mexican illegals.  I wonder if you have to get a special permit, or is it open season year round?  And what do you do if they take the hook too deep and it won’t come out?

Lots more later.

It took a few listens on the ride home today, but I figured it out. The song Rockstar by Nickleback is sampling the old Dr. Hook song, Cover of Rolling Stone. Man I hate when a song gets stuck in my head like that. Plus, I hate it when a really good song gets sampled. At least they could have done it as a tribute.

Damn, I’m getting old.

More later.