This is a nice read about the Donnie Walsh era in a Knicks fan’s perspective from the boys over at the Knicks FanBlog. It got a little deep with the Law & Order reference, but I thought it was a very fair view of the whole ordeal and the Knicks’ recent history. And thank goodness it looks forward with a little positivity. We need more of that at the Garden.
Poppy Burge just celebrated her seventh birthday. Her mother, Sarah, got her a present that any responsible adult who organizes swingers parties and has spent over a half-million dollars on her own plastic surgery would: a voucher for a tit job when she turns 16. Sarah and Poppy are from England, so I’m going to have to assume that’s how they do things over there. In a related story, I’m moving to England.
When she received the voucher, Poppy apparently squealed like the woman she once will be. Luckily, judging from the picture above, she already appears to know what position the boys like her mouth to be in. Of her future funbags, Poppy says, “I can’t wait to be like Mommy with big boobs. They’re pretty.” Ah, the youths. They are so smart in their innocence. Poppy also got a computer for her birthday so holler at me in 10 years, girl. stats@rainmansuite.com
1996 Olympic wrestling gold medalist and six-time WWF Champion Kurt Angle has announced his goal to compete at the 2012 Olympics in London. Angle currently wrestles for TNA and has been training for the past two months in preparation for tryouts in March. Angle’s reasoning behind his comeback is that he wasn’t able to enjoy his previous experience although if you’re competing for a gold medal, it might be a good idea to take it somewhat seriously. Angle no doubt will pursue his training by drinking lots of 2% milk and following the 3 I’s: intensity, integrity, and intelligence.
HE’S CHOKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE”S CHOKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody get Mrs. Doubtfire!
Here’s a dark horse for Summer Song 2011. I liked Rolling in the Deep by Adele the first three times I heard it and now I can’t stand it. The only problem is that it’s on the radio all the time. It’s so angsty that it goes against everything a Summer Song should be. It’s fine when I’m lifting weights or stressed about something but why is it on the radio so much? Not even just the serious channels, but on the top 40 ones too. There’s no bigger downer than this after a Katy Perry or Lady Gaga tune. I like to be happy in the summer. Let’s all hope that this doesn’t turn into the dominant song. Plus, Adele is kinda fat.
This weekend, I went to LSU’s annual crawfish boil in New York. I, like most civilized people, had no idea what a crawfish boil was. Turns out, it’s when you take a ton of the lobster-like crawfish and give everybody a giant pile to scarf down themselves. There was grease and crawfish innards everywhere. I’ve never seen anything like it in all my life. To top it off, the only thing more prevalent than all the missing teeth was the hatred towards Nick Saban. Nothing I could ever read in Garden and Gun Magazine would ever prepare me. If you ever get an invite to a crawfish boil, make sure you know know what you’re getting into, y’all.
Rose Byrne may be one of the most naturally pretty chicks in Hollywood. As such, I want to do horrible things to her. She’s a great actress as well, mixing up drama on Damages with a little comedy in the movies. She was absolutely hilarious as Russell Brand’s slutty girlfriend in Get Him To the Greek. And hot. She was still hot. Plus, our girl Rosie is Australian. Gotta love the accent. G’day mate. How ’bout we put another shrimp on the barbie? Dayyyyyyyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuuuum!
Now the big rumor is that Rashard Lewis fucked LeBron’s girl down in Sohttps://rainmansuite.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=1454&action=edituth Beach. Whether or not it’s true isn’t the real problem. It’s that LeBron has no respect around the league so people can say whatever they want about him and then he plays like a bitch. First his mom, now this. If this was me and people were questioning my heart and making stories, I’d go out, score 50, and throw some elbows. I have the feeling he won’t.
In the next seven days, there will be at least four championship level games in two different sports, with the possibility of six games including four deciding games on four consecutive days. One series features the greatest basketball player in the world looking to overcome his fear and reach the pinnacle for the first time in his career. In the other, the best hockey team all season is up against a goalie that looks unstoppable and a squad with a major chip on its shoulder. Did I mention that neither team has won the Stanley Cup since 1972? Both series are tied at 2 and honestly I don’t have the faintest idea who’s going to win either one. Also, the Belmont Stakes are on Saturday. Not to mention, Yanks and Sox tonight for first place in the East followed by the Bombers taking on the other two first place teams in the AL. The only drawback is that the Mets are still playing. The Olympics can eat its heart out.
The New York Times published an interesting article about the fan experience at games and how they are turning more into spectacles than athletic events. Some innovations are good. I don’t mind hearing the sounds from the floor all the way up in the upper deck, but sometimes it’s a little over the top. You go to the games to watch the games, not to catch a T-shirt. The only thing the bells and whistles help to do are attract more casual fans, which will outprice your loyal customers. In the long-run, that’s not good business. And for the love of Chipotle, can they please stop playing rap music while the ball is in play?
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