With all the craziness going around Duan (She’s no longer an abbreviation, but a name, to me) these days surrounding the Deadspin Commenter Bracket, I thought I should start doing a little campaigning. Afterall, with the half naked pictures some of the commenters are putting up, how’s a guy to compete?
I know. Post my own.
Now don’t let this sway your vote or anything, but uhh… check out I Party With Smoot at his hottest:
Filed under: NFL Playoffs, Parties Where People Pass Out Drunk, Super Bowl XLII
No other sport’s final game presents more hype and promise than the Super Bowl. No other sport draws the abnormally high price per ticket, television ad or strip club entry fee than the NFL’s championship game. But no other sport disappoints on such a consistent basis.
The Baltimore Ravens hired a new offensive coordinator Wednesday, and to some it might be a bit of a surprise.
In an effort to become a more cultured apartment, we’ve asked our new roommates to each write a post that doesn’t relate to sport. We know we’re very limited outside of that niche, but we trust the new guys won’t pull an A-Rod and disappear in the clutch. Shit. This is going to be tougher than we thought.
Today we unleash our newbie, ZekeCorporatePlan. His thoughts on Target, phallic icons and the relation between the two, after the jump.
Filed under: Stop Eating My Peanut Butter
Whew. That was a well needed hiatus.
Ok, so it was only two days, and nobody even noticed we were gone. Point is, we’re back. And we’ve got ourselves some roommates. Yep. Apartment 718 is a three-bed, 1 bath now. (We share a toilet. What?) This sudden, unexpected twist to our once comfy living quarters means two things — new writers and the ability to refer to ourselves as we! Three days ago, I was an I. Now I’m a we. Awesome.
Anyway, while the 718’s main focus is sports, new writers means we get to branch out and explore other areas of limited expertise. No word on what those other categories will be, but if more people plan on living in this apartment, the least they can do is pay their rent in the form of amusing blog posts. We don’t ask much of our tenants.
Over the next few days, the other roomies will get a proper introduction. Not tonight, though. Tonight is reserved for drinking, fighting and snorting coke off the nipples of midget strippers.
So there I was, hangin’ out around University Dr. and Honey Hill Rd., down in sunny South Florida. The air was hot and stuffy, the sun was blazing over my head and my balls were sticking to the side of my leg. Just a typical day in Miami. A typical day, until I went snooping in the garbage can outside of Dolphin Stadium. After the jump, see what the other side of the above post card holds in store…
Filed under: Eli Manning, NFL Playoffs, The Disturbing Personal Lives Of Celebrities
With all the talk surrounding Tony Romo’s Cabo trip with girlfriend, Jessica Simspon during the bye week, little was made of the other quarterback’s activities in the days leading up to the NFC East, playoff showdown.