Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Business is about to pick up

Kobe Bryant wants out of L.A.

The Mamba is not happy. Bryant says there is no way he will stay in L.A., which means the biggest trade since Shaq was traded will happen soon. Should be fun to see how the Draft plays into this.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Some links and a review

As the Hog turns started a short series of articles on the Arkansas soap opera, opening today with a piece by Ivan Maisel about Houston Nutt. Looks to be at least an interesting read. I still think Nutt is gone after the season -- I mean Frank Broyles is retiring, and they're just not gonna have a good season in my opinion. We shall see.

We have a developing situation

Florida president to push playoff plan at SEC meetings. Please, please, pleeeeeeeeease let this be the beginning of the end of the outdated bowl system.

Insert overused pirate saying here

Saw Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Thursday night, and I really liked it (would've written this review earlier, but I spent the long weekend making my liver my bitch).

Just about everyone I know hated the second installment of the series, because of the over-the-top effects and the story and all that. I didn't mind it so much, I just thought it wasn't as good as the first.

Well, coming into the third one expecting more over-the-topness, it makes it easier to enjoy the film. After all, it is a Disney movie folks (although the opening scene was very not Disney, which was a good thing to me).

I thought At World's End was very funny, and the story was fairly solid as well. The effects were great, and the acting was top-notch -- outside of Orlando Bloom of course, but it's Orlando Bloom, so yeah. Keira Knightley was hotter than a two-dollar pistol, and really came into her role in this one. Johnny Depp was Johnny Depp, and everyone else was pretty damn good (even Keith Richards was a perfect cast, becaues he already mumbles and sounds like a pirate).

I suppose there is room for a fourth, and apparently Depp has signed on again so there will be one. If it's a prequel, sequel or spin-off remains to be seen I suppose. Apparently, there was a scene after the credits my party was unaware of and missed. That irks me. I've read about it, and it seems like something I would've wanted to see.

Anywho, I really liked this one, and seeing it succeed and be good makes Spider-Man 3 that much worse -- if the new Fantastic 4 and Transformer movies are worth a damn, I will officially proclaim Spidey 3 as this year's bust... if it isn't already.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Why Peter Angelos is the devil

Strap yourself in, this ride could get long and bumpy...

Perhaps the best way to start this is to first explain my fandom of the Baltimore Orioles.

I was born in Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, to two Army parents. We were shipped to Fort Hood, Texas, before I was even a year old. Soon thereafter, my parents were done their time in the Army and somewhere around four-years-old we moved to the minuscule town of Leesburg, Alabama.

Now, as far as I can tell from photographs, I was a born baseball fan. I can't count the number of pictures form my toddler days with some type of baseball bat in my hand. I even went as a baseball player one Halloween.

But, it wasn't until Alabama that I got my first taste of Major League Baseball. I don't remember much in detail, but I do remember that we weren't but about 90 miles or so from Atlanta. I'm told we went to a decent number of games (and of course watched them all the time on TV), but all I really remember was the tipi in the stands and not liking how loud the post-game fireworks were. I also remember having a Dale Murphy Starting Lineup figure, and it being chewed up by our dog.

Vague memories aside, the Braves were and still are my first MLB love. In fact, behind Alabama football, the Braves are the team I put the most emotional investment into. We moved to Baltimore when I was 5 or 6, but thanks to TBS I was still able to watch the Braves. I imagine had I not had this luxury, my affinity for the Braves would have disappeared much like my liking of the Dallas Cowboys did once we left Texas.

However, that's not the case, so I remained a Bravos fan and can recall watching Francisco Cabrera become the unlikeliest of heroes, while Sid Bream mustered up every ounce of of his battered body to beat Barry Bonds' throw by about a tenth of a second -- all on my mom's little 13-inch black and white TV. Just like every other Braves fan, I get immense chills hearing Skip Carey yell "Braves win! Braves win!"

But, I was still 800 miles away in Baltimore, and my mom had gotten season tickets to the O's at Memorial Stadium. I don't remember much other than our seats were high up and there was a colorful cast of characters in our section. I do remember a spectacular fireworks display when we saw the final night game ever at Memorial Stadium. 1992 rolled around and with it came Oriole Park at Camden Yards. I think we had season tickets the first season or two there, but I'm not sure.

Regardless, my passion for the O's is eerily similar to my love for Alabama football. I was not alive for the real glory days of either team, but was thoroughly taught about it through both of my parents -- my dad always likes to recall stories of my one-year-old self watching Crimson Tide games on his knees.

Both teams have average to below average 80s, and both teams enjoyed somewhat of a resurgence in the early and mid 90s. Since 1997, however, both teams have also seen about the darkest days in each of their respective histories. My love for both has come largely through reading/hearing about the glory days and rooting for both to return to prominence. Like I said, kind of an eerie similarity.

So, despite not having season tickets due to ridiculous prices, I still attending quite a few O's games every summer. I can tell you were I was when Cal broke Gehrig's streak, I remember sneaking in a radio to school to hear daytime playoff games in 96 and 97.

I am a diehard O's fan, no bones about it.

* * *

Now, on to the point.

Peter Angelos is a lawyer who made his fortune suing the tobacco companies. In 1993 he bought the O's, and it's been a nightmare ever since.

The hardest thing about being the owner of a professional sports team is accumulating the money to buy one in the first place. After that, your task is simple: sign the paychecks and give the fans what they want.

When Arthur Blank bought the Atlanta Falcons, he held a meeting with the players and asked them, "what do you want?" They responded by saying they wanted fans in the seats. Blank lowered ticket prices, advertised the hell out of franchise star Michael Vick, and now the Falcons sellout games.

Angelos, on the other hand, can't keep his grubby paws off the team and allows personal issues to get in the way of the bottom line: field a winning baseball team.

Angelos inherited a decent team, one that went 85-77 in 1993, but finished 10 games behind eventual World Series champs Toronto. The team hovered around .500 during the strike shortened seasons of 94 and 95, and finally broke through with a Wild Card berth in 96. It is there where Angelos' grasp on the team would begin to destroy a once proud franchise.

In 97 the team went wire-to-wire as the AL East champs, thanks in large part ot the efforts of GM Pat Gillick and manager Davey Johnson. Both were hired in 1996, and it looked to be a great professional relationship that would keep the O's in contention for many years to come. However, a day after Johnson was named the 1997 AL Manager of the Year, he was forced to resign by Angelos due to a personal conflict between the two. Gillick was let go after the 98 season.

Since then, Angelos has taken it upon himself to try and build a winning baseball team. Therein lies the problem: Angelos is a fucking lawyer, not a baseball guy. Hire the right guys, let them do their jobs and sign the checks.

Angelos is responsible for bringing in infamous flops Albert Belle and Sammy Sosa. He also is the reason Rafael Palmeiro, Roberto Alomar, Mike Mussina and Eric Davis left town around the turn of the millennium.

Since 97, the O's have had five different managers (another Bama parallel) and five different GM/pseudo-GMs. That just doesn't work. You can't have guys average two-year tenures. Why? Because each guy is gonna have a different plan, and when one leaves the other is gonna need a grace period to implement his. Well, by the time their grace period is done, Angelos fires them.

Angelos' worst quality is his smug selfishness. He makes no secrets about his involvement with the team's operations. Just last summer the O's had two GREAT offers on the table for Miguel Tejada, one from the Angels and the other from the Astros. Both involved young, stud pitchers (Erwin Santana and Roy Oswalt) and suitable replacements at shortstop. Angelos shot them both down for whatever reason, and now all Tejada is is an underachieving $14-mil-a-year player who will never have that high of a trade value again.

He also offers no apologies and is forever an excuse maker. He put up one hell of a fight to keep baseball out of D.C., using energy that could have instead been used to lure fans back into Camden Yards. Why? Because he knew that giving fans in the D.C. area another option would kill his fan base down there, and with the new stadium looming it's only going to get worse for him.

When the Free the Birds protest was held in September 2006, Angelos shrugged it off by saying if they were true fans they would've stayed the whole game -- completely missing the point of the protest. Despite outcry from fans and harsh criticism from the national media, he staunchly refuses to sell the team.

He wants to give up on his own terms, but what he doesn't realize is what the Free the Birds protest signified: we've had enough, and if you don't do something serious soon, we'll walk. It may sound evil, but the day Angelos croaks will be a day of celebration in Baltimore.

Older fans want him gone because he destroyed the Oriole Way. To them, that was the way baseball was supposed to be: you came to work, hustled your ass off and did your job. Pitching, defense and timely hitting won numerous pennants and three World Series rings.

Newer fans like myself want him gone because he have no identity under his regin -- other than that of a pathetic loser ho is an afterthought in the division race after May ends. His teams have no identity because he refuses to allow them to develop one. He brings in players he likes and pushes the ones he doesn't out the door, all with a complete disregard for team performance.

We know it's hard to compete with the enormous payrolls of New York and Boston. We've also seen the Marlins win two titles -- we're not dumb, we know you can field a winning team without a $200 million payroll.

Baltimoreans dream of Cal Ripken pulling a Mario Lemieux and saving the franchise. But, until the day Ripken finds a group of investors willing, we have to deal with Angelos. But like I said before, our patience has worn out.

This season is all but lost, but much still rides on the way the team finishes. We can fight to the end, raise some hell and show the city that this team has some spirit and will make some noise in the near future. Or the players can give up, Angelos can fire yet another manager, the cycle can repeat itself.

I've said that it would be extremely hard for me to stop loving the O's. But after this year's early debacles -- the Perlozzo controversy, the multi-million dollar bullpen busts -- I'm starting to see the other side. My mother is a native New Englander who moved to Baltimore around the age of 10. She saw the glory days, she grew up with the Oriole Way.

But, around 2000 she had enough. She went back to her roots and embraced the Red Sox. I don't blame her. I used ot be a diehard Pittsburgh Penguins fan, but after the NHL work stoppage I gave them up, and haven't missed them a day since.

I have the Braves to fall back on, and while I always thought of them as my first MLB love, I never imagined I could give up on my hometown O's. But a few months from now... we'll see.

And I have Peter Angelos to thank for that.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Random stuff

PETA obviously doesn't know who they're dealing with

The tree-huggers that are PETA have asked LSU not to get another live tiger for a mascot. Look, the school just spent $3 million freaking dollars on a home for the mascot, which will become Mike VI I assume, it's not like they're shackling him up in a trailer.

Besides, PETA should be happy those crazy Cajuns don't slice his ass up and put him in some gumbo or something (although I'm sure it would be absolutely delicious).

George Foreman done pitching grills, moving on to conspiracies

The former-champ-turned-infomercial-superstar says he was drugged before the "Rumble in the Jungle." Anyone else think Foreman is headed for politics? I mean between the grill, the Meineke commercials and now accusing his opponents of cheating... I mean isn't it the next logical step? Well, as logical as politics can be anyway, which is to say not in the least bit.

Finally, three big happenings today: The NBA Draft lottery is tonight, the biggest since Tim Duncan came into the league. The Braves and Mets start a three-game tilt in Hotlanta, with the Mets entering with a 2.5 game lead. And I turn 23 today, so yay me (although I won't be celebrating until the weekend...maybe Thursday...ah hell, maybe I'll break out the Jack tonight and drink Lonesome George style).

Monday, May 21, 2007

The beginning of the end

Or maybe I should say another in a long line of events contributing to yet another miserable season of Orioles baseball.

Anyway, the Baltimore media is now starting to call for Sam Perlozzo's head.

Well then, how long until football season again?

Friday, May 18, 2007

Friday Ramblings

OK, so I've decided that I'm "done" with the O's this season. By that I mean I will curse their pathetic effort and play, but still go to games and root for them because I just can't leave them. I'm like one of those wives who gets the shit beat out them but never leaves and/or puts a bullet in her husband because she "still loves him." I'm weak, I know.

However, what I am going to do is become very, very cynical. I've had enough, but since I just don't have it in me to leave, I'm going to do what we writers do best: bitch, bitch, bitch.

I think last fall I promised a rant on why Peter Angelos is the devil. Well, it's coming, and it's gonna be grand.

OK, on to happier topics...

Reading a Jayson Stark chat over at ESPN, and someone asked him about the Braves new ownership. Here was his response, which gives me hope:
I was surprised Bud and MLB were so positive about this sale. This didn't fit the pattern of ANY of the recent franchise sales, because the conglomerate buying the team wanted the tax break, not the baseball franchise. So MLB made Liberty promise to keep the entire management team in place and maintain the payroll at its current levels or above. Which means it can't hurt in the short haul. In fact, given the restrictions the Braves faced in the Time Warner AOL era, it might even help.
OK, so maybe there is a bright future, even if it won't include Andruw Jones.

Speaking of the Bravos, HUGE series this weekend for them after losing 3 of 4 to the friggin Nats. Of course, the Braves always struggle against some crappy team during the streak, but won against the good teams, so whatever. Still, be nice to take a series from the best team in the bigs.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Preach it Scoop!

Finally, someone in the media speaks up about the travesty that is Roger "Mercenary" Clemens. Scoop Jackson calls out Clemens as the most selfish player in sports.

I've ranted on Clemens before, so no need to go there again.

NBA East Playoff Basketball, it's... pathetic

The Nets score SIX points in the 4th quarter and still win. I really have no words for that.

Lady ballers raking in the cizzash in Russia

Interesting E-Ticket over at about Diana Taurasi and Sue Bird making big bucks playing in Russia. The owner is quite the character, among other things he is an ex-spy. He also seems like your prototypical Sugar Daddy... in fact, I think Taurasi fucks him (not saying it negatively, but she seems frisky).

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Minutes to Midnight, the NL Cy Young, suspensions and Lohan

Picked up the new Linkin Park cd, Minutes to Midnight, today on my break.

Well now, where to begin? For starters, two things strike me when I look at the cover. First, the band follows the Eric Cartman school of Christian rock cd covers (beach setting, no one looks at camera...good episode by the way). The second reassures me that LP has not gone the Christian rock route: a Parental Advisory tag. A first for the boys of LP, and it made me happy (something about the F-bomb makes me all tingly).

As for the music itself: it's different, real different. If you're expecting the same boys from songs like One Step Closer, Don't Stay or Somewhere I Belong -- look elsewhere.

This Linkin Park is slower and less high school angsty. Midnight completely drops the nu metal sound that LP made its name on, instead adopting a more straightforward rock sound.

The Rick Rubin effect -- a stripped down sounds featuring an emphasis on simple vocals and instrumentation -- is definitely felt on this one. You can tell that the band focused longer and harder on making this album, and the liner notes confirm that when they say "our other albums took three to six months to finish, this one took over 14."

The band still gets out it's rockin' shoes on tracks like Given Up (my personal fave), Bleed It Out, What I've Done and No More Sorrow. But it's a new style of rockin' for LP -- gone are the days of the "rap-screaming hook-rap-screaming hook-bridge-one last big scream" formula. Taking its place are more thought out, more complex tracks that feature things like claps, key jingling and -- dare I say about about a Linkin Park track -- guitar solos (not necessarily good ones, but solos nonetheless).

The softer tracks aren't horrible either, although the take some getting used to. The most surprising would be Hands Held High -- where Mike Shinoda softly raps and Chester Bennington supplies an "amen" chorus -- and In Between -- where Shinoda actually sings.

Lyrically, the band shows a slight improvement from their earlier work. While they are still downtrodden, they aren't as self-hating and are more observant -- they even get political in places, most notably the Hurricane Katrina-inspired finale The Little Things Give You Away.

So, do I like it? Yes, I do. Nu metal is a thing of the past, and while it still has it's place on my "work out" playlist on my iPod, it has no future in rock -- thus the reason you no longer see the likes of Fred Durst on your television, yet his contemporaries Papa Roach are still thriving and putting out their best work.

As for what the future holds for LP, I hope they find a balance between the two styles that leans more towards the rockin' side. Midnight shows how they've matured as musicians and songwriters, and is a very solid effort that rock fans will appreciate.

No need to vote, give the NL Cy Young to Tim Hudson

I'm serious, stop the season now (that way there's less of a chance that he slows down or gets cold). Hudson is finally showing his Oakland form, as evidenced by another strong outing tonight.

Amare Stoudemire and Boris Diaw got hosed

I know rules are rules, but the league just handed the series to the Spurs.

Lastly, I was cruising the net, doing my daily readings when I read something over at Hey Jenny Slater that absolutely shocked me. Maxim's annual Hot 100 will feature Lindsay fucking Lohan as it's number one. You have got to be shitting me. She hasn't been hot since she was illegal. Maxim is officially dead to me.

Random Thoughts

On the undercard for Tuesday's O's/Blue Jays game: Melvin Mora vs. Jay Payton. I'd take Mora in the late rounds, he's quicker and has sneaky power. And I demand that Bob Uecker call it.

(But seriously, can't yall wait until, say, July to start collapsing?)

Thank you baseball gods for sparing John Smoltz

Lastly, Robert Horry's body check of Steve Nash was beautiful. Flawlessly executed, and honestly, I'm surprised that a proud Canadian such as Nash couldn't appreciate such a fine hit (at least he didn't roll around on the floor like a soccer player or anything). Big Shot Rob's outburst showed more emotion towards the outcome of a game than any Alabama player showed all season... unfortunately, he hasn't played for the Tide since I was running around in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle underwear.

For the record, there's no way Amare Stoudemire and Boris Diaw should be suspended for putting a foot on the court and getting nowhere near the incident.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

I feel sick

Ah, Orioles baseball.

See you at the yard!

Thursday, May 10, 2007

I just can't love Indie Rock

So, I was listening to Indie 97.9 yesterday and -- once again -- I came away unsatisfied after a session of listening to Indie Rock.

Like I said, the feeling is nothing new. For years friends have said "oh you'll love [insert band name here], they're awesome" and for years I've gave them a try and replied back "yeah, they're good, but it didn't blow me away."

Believe me, I've tried. And I'm totally open to new music, I love discovering new bands that tickle my fancy. It's not that I'm stubborn in my tastes, it's really not.

So, what is the problem then?

Well, last night if finally dawned on me: I like my music with balls. And Indie Rock, my friends, lacks balls.

Now, don't get me wrong -- those artists are talented, the songs can be catchy, and they make good music... just not my music.

What do I mean exactly by "balls?" Well, for one, I'm drawn in more by guitar driven rock -- as evidenced by my affinity for bands like Led Zeppelin, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Metallica. They all feature great guitarists that lead the directions of the songs. Indie Rock songs, by and large, are complex compositions that lean heavily on instruments like the piano and synthesizers.

It's always been my feeling that there are two major camps in the rock world: people who think The Beatles are the greatest band of all time, and people who think The Rolling Stones/Zeppelin/The Who are the greatest ever.

The first camp loves bands that have complex, intricate songs that are heavily produced and feature an arsenal of instruments. The latter camp loves music that is simple, led by the guitars or drums, and isn't overly produced.

To me, people who listen to Indie music (the first camp) listen to it because it makes them cool. The latter camp listens to music because it sounds cool.

I quite obviously fall into the latter camp. I want my music to mystify me, not elevate my social status. When I listen to rock music, I want it to envelop me. I just don't get that feeling with Indie Rock.

Look, I'll admit it: I like good ole cock rock. And I don't use that term as an insult. No, in fact, to me cock rock is the music that you listen to as a teen and it makes you want to become a whiskey-chugging, model-fucking rockstar.

Indie just doesn't do that. Indie might make you want to become a great musician, but it doesn't make you want to stand on stage in front of 20,000+ and scream "are you fucking ready to rock!?!"

And I hear that in the way fans talk about the music too. A lot of my Indie friends say shit like "well they're in it for the music, man, that's why their sound is totally unique."

To paraphrase Kid Rock from some VH1 show: of course they're in it for the music, that's why they're musicians. But why do you really start a rock band? To get girls and money.

That's what Indie lacks, that rockstar attitude. And dammit, that's not the fucking point of being in a band. Look, if you wanna be a great musician and nothing more then join a symphony or some shit.

But, if you're gonna be in a rock band fucking act like it. Rock bands can make great music, but they should also do what all great bands do: make kids want to do the same thing. That's the idea of starting a rock band: get famous, get laid and play in front of tons of fans that worship you.

Indie fans love to harbor that "holier than thou" attitude and say shit like "well they play their own brand of music and don't cater to anybody but themselves." Hey dumbass: bands should cater to what people want, they're called fans for a reason.

For my final point I'd like to go back to classic rock. A lot of Indie folk like to tell me "oh you'll love this band, they're totally influenced by the Stones," or something like "these guys are the modern day Beatles."

That's the problem, these bands aren't so much drawing influence from classic rock as they are straight ripping off it. And that's way off the point. I want artists who are influenced by the ideology of classic rock; that is to say that they shouldn't be pigeonholed into one particular sound, they should play a variety of styles and give their fans songs that put them into a state of euphoria.

But a lot these guys aren't just influenced, they're basically clones. I don't want to listen to bands that are said to "sound just like the Stones." If I want to listen to the Stones, I'll put in Sticky Fingers and rock out.

At its very core, rock music is about rebelling from conformity and having a good damn time while doing it.

Indie Rock on the whole just doesn't do that for me, sorry folks.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Movies I'll stay up until 5 in the morning to watch

It's not often I keep up with continuing features on here -- note the failed The 100 Must Own Rock & Roll Albums, that only got through 30 albums.

But, I intend to reverse that trend right now by adding another movie to the list of movies I'll stay up until 5 in the morning to watch (first installment). Naturally, the reason I'm doing this is because I'm watching one of those very movies right now: Varisty Blues.

So, why this movie? Well, it's one of the funniest damn movies I've ever seen, that's why. The great part about that is it has both intentional and unintentional comedy -- a very rare commodity.

First of all, the performances of Scott Caan as Tweeter and Ron Lester as Billy Bob are absolutely freaking hilarious. Tweeter alone makes the movie funny, but add Billy Bob and you get to a higher level.

(Quick "did you know?" on Lester: dude has lost over 300 pounds in the past few years, although sadly it has pretty much cost him his career.)

This flick also has about the best lines of any movie I've seen. Examples:
  • "She broke my heart, so I broke her jaw."
  • "What the fuck is that?"
  • "They put them wieners on the glass at the Alano Club? Nope, no good."
  • "A 10... a 10... a fucking 10!"
And there's plenty more. The strip club scene is priceless, and it sure made a lot of adolescents look at their teachers differently (I was in 9th grade when this came out, and damn if I didn't picture every one of my hot teachers doing that dance).

As for the unintentional comedy, well that comes from the horrific acting in this one. Of course everyone loves to do the "I don't want your life" line by James Van Der Beek, but Amy Smart takes the cake here folks. Her accent changes just about every scene, and her "stop it dad it isn't funny!" line has me rolling every time.

To top that off, I'm pretty sure this movie was a half-assed knock off of Friday Night Lights before they made that into its own movie -- what with the Texas setting, football is everything theme, racist plot lines and such. It was either a poor knock off, or a -- for lack of a better term -- homage to the book.

Simply put, there ain't many scenes in this one that don't make me laugh. Add to that the nice eye candy in Smart and Ali Larter, and a solid soundtrack and you've got yourself one heck of a movie.

Well, at least a movie that if on late at night or early in the morning, I can't help but watch.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

My Pickup Manifesto

Yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of me getting my 2004 Ford Ranger. This was no doubt a move up from my previous vehicle, a 1998 Ford Windstar -- and while Big Bertha had character and memories, I relished the upgrade to The Black Mamba.

So, in honor of the Mamba, I've decided to write a manifesto on why trucks are the absolute best vehicles out there. Begin.
  • Versatility. Good for long drives and short ones. Good, naturally, for hauling things and moving (something I've taken full advantage of).
  • Great for driving with the windows down. A personal fave of mine, the small interior (even with an extended cab or double cab) allows air to circulate extremely well -- especially with the back window trucks have.
  • Curbs? Psh, curbs ain't shit.
  • Keeping with the above, speed bumps are worthless against a truck.
  • Parking lot full? That grass will do just fine.
  • Two words: portable bed.
  • The perfect tailgating vehicle.
  • Storage space. I keep a tool set, two blankets, a sleeping bag, captain's chair, Frisbee, football, cleaning supplies -- and in the spring -- and my golf clubs and shoes in my cab alone. And I still have room to seat three people rather comfortably.
  • Lastly, and maybe the kicker: there is no better vehicle for listening to loud music than a truck -- and I like my music loud. Not just loud rock, even my country tastes lean towards tunes better suited for higher volumes (Shooter Jennings, Hank Jr., etc.). Personally, I have a factory installed Pioneer 6-CD sound system in mine. But, that is no the reason why trucks are better than any car pimped out with any type of system. No, I'll let the words of Chuck Klosterman explain this one:
    "As all metalheads know – pickup trucks have the finest acoustics in the world. Twenty minutes in the front seat of a Chevy Silverado is a better sonic experience than an entire afternoon at Abbey Road Studios, and the explanation for why is simple logistics: The speakers are right behind your head!"

Friday, May 04, 2007


Sorry, no Full House or Step By Step, just me.

Spidey goes emo

Saw Spider-Man 3 last night/this morning, and I came away... eh, happy I suppose. It was wasn't great, wasn't horrible. Naturally, the special effects were amazing. The story was solid for the most part, but it did get a bit jumpy at times. Of course, it had the usual Spidey wit that provides comic relief.

On the flip side -- this is more of a personal thing -- it wasn't dark enough for me (i.e. give me more Venom, dammit). Sure there were parts, but they played them off as comical -- which really wasn't a bad thing, because the movie had some pretty damn hilarious scenes. I guess I'm jsut more of a fan of teh darker anti-heroes like The Punisher. The moive was also really emotional -- although, I've come to expect this from Spider-Man as I view him as the most human of all superheroes... but damn, there was a lot of mushy shit in this one.

The action also got very slow at times, almost to the point where when a fight scene did come up, you went "Oh yeah, we're watching a blockbuster comic book flick, not The Notebook." The worst may have been when Peter Parker went emo. I mean, I know they wanted to portray him as an asshole for a certain period... but did he really have to do the emo bangs thing?

Overall, I'd give it a B*. You know what you're getting into when you see these comic book adaptations, I guess.

*I'm gonna go ahead and add this after a convo I had with my buddy Clint: This is bad "B" grade. This movie, by all accounts, could have and SHOULD have been a solid "A" hands down. This is like a "B" on a test you study your ass off for in a subject you know better than you know yourself. It's still alright, but a major letdown.

NCAA moves 3-point-line back a foot

Good move -- not often I say that about anything the NCAA does.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Hump Day ramblings

I swear, if I see Mark Redman as a Braves starter one more time I'm going to bust a blood vessel somewhere. He's just... not good. I mean, he sucks -- just plain sucks. There's no other way to put it. He's 0-4 with a 10.62 ERA in 5 starts, and he's averaging 4 innings a start. Get him out of there, Bobby.

Anyone else think that whole study about white NBA refs calling more fouls on black players might have something to do with the fact that the league is, like, 90% black? Just a thought.

Kenny Mayne cements the fact that he is the funniest ESPN personality ever with a new Kentucky Derby blog. This will only get better -- and you don't have to be an Insider to read it (even though I am).

SI's Stewart Mandel brings back his mailbag -- and then says Arkansas is poised to field it's best team in 30 years. Look, everyone needs to put down the Razorbacks Kool-Aid and calm the fuck down.

Yes, they still have Darren McFadden and Felix Jones, and they will run all over people like they always do. But, what makes people (and I've seen more than one writer put Arkansas in contention for the SEC West this year) think Houston Nutt will suddenly discover the forward pass? Or that they'll be able to replace the losses on D? Or that they can seriously hang with loaded LSU and Auburn teams -- or even what looks to be a vastly underrated Alabama team (more on that sometime later)? And have we forgotten about all of the off-the-field shit going on in Fayetteville? Does anybody seriously think that won't affect the play on-the-field? Please, this season is going to be a disaster for the Hogs, and like I've said before it will end with Nutt's firing for anything short of a BCS appearance.