Random Thoughts

All I can say is that the Jets are fucked!

(The greatest movie scene ever on the subject of dealing with a teammate who's been brutally injured...)

I admit I felt sorry for myself in the wake of Brady's injury. I layed around and wallowed in my own misery and said the war is over because Bernard Pollard dropped the Big One. But not anymore. The rest of the football world smells blood in the water, beginning with the Jets and their vile lowlife fans who were cheering at the ESPN Zone in NY when the TV showed Brady writhing in pain. Now they're all looking at the Pats like hyenas eyeing a wounded gazelle. For the first time in a long time the Pats go into a game as actual underdogs, and I'm honestly looking forward to the chance to watch them wipe the smug smile off their plug-ugly faces.

This is a crisis, I'll grant you that. But they say the Chinese symbol for "crisis" is made up of two other symbols: "danger" and "opportunity." And the one good thing to come out of this crisis is the opportunity for the Pats to go back to what made them great in the first place: being the plucky underdog that no one respects. Minutes after they lost The Bowl That Shall Not Be Named, my cousin Phil made the point that the 2007 Pats weren't his favorite Pats team ever. That he preferred the '03 team that got devastated by injuries, got disrespected by all, got great contributions from all 53 guys and won a championship with gritty teamwork and clutch plays. I sort of dismisssed it at the time as him trying to put a shine on a sneaker, but he had a point. It's easier to get behind a team that no one expects to win as opposed to rooting for the NFL's version of the '27 Yankees. To hear Rodney Harrison play the "No Respect" card again. To see the Pats so blood thirsty for revenge that they to go all out with a really futile and stupid gesture. And they're just the guys to do it. Favre is a dead man! Faneca, dead! Mangini DEAD!

"What are you going to do when the 24 foot love handles run wild on you!"

- Thanks to Andy for the pic.

Tampa: Do you have a problem with your co-workers snagging your lunch from the officer refrigerator? Now there's a new lunch bag that some say will keep the hungriest thief away from your grub. It's a lunch bag with mold. Actually, it's a ziplock bag with a pattern that looks like mold. The designer is New York-based Sherwood Forlee who is actually a trained mechanical and aerospace engineer.

It's time to officially close down the balloting and give the Nobel Prize for Science to Sherwood Forlee. Or maybe for Peace for ending all the intra-office fighting caused by Lunch Thieves. Or give him an Oscar or an ESPY... anything, because this is a brilliant idea. Lunch Thievery is the most under reported crime in America. If the FBI bothered to keep statistics on it... and they should... I wouldn't be surprised if they found out that 97% of all American workers have been the victim of Lunch Thievery. The inner circle of hell will be filled with those who have swiped a co-worker's leftover chicken parm, right next to the betrayers and the sodomites.

Still, as good an idea as this is, I'm going to recommend my approach, which not only costs nothing, it's full proof. When I was the victim of a Lunch Thief pilfering my stuff out of the fridge, I put a note on the Tupperware that said "I hock a loogie into my food everyday" and one on my Diet Pepsi that said "I rubbed this can on my nuts." Problem solved. Barstool Sports: saving the world one container of homemade chili at time.

(Is this the editor of the Globe's car?)

You know what? I take all this shit as a compliment. The 18-1 license plates, the tshirts celebrating Tom Brady's injury, the spygate controversy, all of it. Because it just proves how much we really dominate the NFL. Seriously does anybody besides Giants fans even know who won the Superbowl last year? Probably not. All people know is that we didn't win it and that's the way it should be. Regardless of whether we win or lose we're always the #1 story not only in the NFL, but in the world. Seriously I don't even think the league would exist without us. In fact I'd go as far to say that if you asked every GM in the NFL whether they'd rather win the Superbowl or beat us in a regular season game they'd probably choose to beat us. It's almost like the Superbowl doesn't even count unless we're in it. So go ahead and keep buying anti Patriot shit because it just proves how dominant we really are. Just remember everybody hates us because they want to be us.

- Thanks to Gerry for the pic

(Taken from Times Square Yesterday by Stoolie Dan)

Ok I understand that TBS is advertising post season baseball, but what I don't understand is why Derek Jeter and John Smoltz is on this thing. I mean both these teams haven't been in the playoff race since the 4th of July. Imagine seeing this thing hanging in Kenmore Square if the Red Sox were 30 games out? I'd kill somebody. Hmm on second thought maybe this is TBS's way of sneaky sticking it to obnoxious non blogging Yankee fans like Manzo? If so carry on.

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Can you tell it's Friday? And no I wouldn't ever let me kid shoot out of the tip of a penis like he's a piece of cum.

Say whatever you want about Razor Ramon but you kind of got to respect that he is still rocking the front rat tail after all these years.

Yup that chick in the video doing the talking is none other than Superhead herself, Karrine Steffans. Apparently she always does shit like this. Just check her out punking poor Bobby Brown who was passed out sleeping on her couch. So why would guys continue to hook up with her? I think the name speaks for itself don't you? Because when it comes to getting some Superhead it's tough to think straight.

There is a word for the team in purple. I believe it's called pussies. I mean the opposing catcher just tagged out your teammate and celebrated by spiking his mask off his face and only 3 guys seemed like they were really ready to go to war about it. Everybody else was like #13 whose dick shriveled up in his hand. Bottom line is that this brawl shouldn't have ended until the catcher was taken out in a body bag. Seriously where is Izzy Alcantara when you need him? He would have been smashing bats over peoples heads like it was going out of style.