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Boston College Football Coach Jeff Jagodzinski reportedly will reportedly be fired for simply interviewing for the open New York Jets job.
Hmmm.
Sounds like how I lost my last job.
I just wish the talking heads at ESPN who’ve been critical of BC firing Jagodzinski had my back when my boss preemptively went out and lined up a replacement for me after simply pursuing another job I had no guarantees of landing.
Dear Braylon Edwards,
I’ve been seeing your 5-Hour Energy commercial a lot lately. While I don’t partake in the consumption of energy drinks myself, I am subject to commercials for them, especially yours and the Osi Umenyiora one — afterall, I do watch a lot of sports, and you’re both athletes. So, obviously, your ads show up on ESPN and other sports channels a lot.
Anyway, I felt that I needed to address something from your commercial. You mention typical dialogue between you and one of your friends on the Cleveland Browns, “one of the guys (you’re) with a lot,” as it pertains to both his and your possession and consumption of 5-Hour Energy:
He likes it. He calls me to make sure I have two when I come in the morning, ’cause he always needs one. I say, “Well, go buy your own,” but I’m kinda like the 5-Hour designated driver.
Umm… Braylon? Can I call you Bray? How ’bout Lon? Ayl? Anyway, sorry to burst your bubble — and I realize this was just a quickly- and cheaply-made commercial — but in no way does the situation you just explained equate you to being a designated driver.
Designated drivers abstain from drinking so they’re not impaired. That way, they can drive everyone else who is impaired home.
I’m sorry to point this out, but, dude, by driving your teammate around while partaking in the 5-Hour Energy drinkfest yourself, as well as by providing the 5-Hour Energy to your teammate, you’re actually quite far — sorta more like the opposite, and then some — from being a designated driver.
In your commercial, the situation you explain makes you the equivalent of a cross between a drunk chaffeur and a drug dealer.
Anyway, next time please give more thought to your analogies.
Happy holidays,
Josh
So, I opted to open this morning with a few minutes of Regis & Kelly while eating breakfast.
During some story about something or other, Regis said the following:
“Believe me, everything that could’ve happened in a nightclub did.”
Umm…???
Really?
Just a quick question, though:
Did an NFL player happen to accidentally shoot himself in the leg?
I thought not.
Ill-timed attempt at nightclub-related hyperbole, Reg.
As someone with the NBA League Pass package, I am often subjected to the opposing team’s broadcasts when I sit down to watch a Bulls game.
You wanna know what annoys me most about watching an opposing team’s broadcast?
No, not homer announcers.
It’s listening to the same game prep. and ”Did You Know?” information over and over again.
Over the past few years, here are stories I quickly tired of:
- Scott Skiles holds the NBA’s single-game assist record
- Skott Skiles tried to fight Shaq in practice one time when they played in Orlando together
- Luol Deng and Chris Duhon went deep into the NCAA Tournament with Duke
- Joakim Noah won back-to-back NCAA titles with Florida
- Kirk Hinrich played in the NCAA Championship game with Kansas
- Tyrus Thomas played in the NCAA Championship game with LSU
- Andres Nocioni won a gold medal in 2004 with Argentina
- John Paxson likes to acquire players who’ve won at other levels
This year is not unlike the past few.
However, of the Bulls’ new storylines available to repeatedly repeat, what’s getting old this year is not anything having to do with Derrick Rose, or the fact that he played in the NCAA Championship game last year with Memphis — let’s face it: no Derrick Rose talk gets old — but rather the comments having to do with Drew Gooden’s beard.
Sure, it’s a dreadlocked beard. It looks like what would happen if Medusa grew a beard. It looks like you can store items in it. It looks like some sort of mangy animal growing from his chin. Etc. Etc.
Look, Drew Gooden’s been doing weird things with his hair and facial hair for the last few years. And, despite all the stories of him being a genuinely nice guy, he’s wearing No. 90 — only basketball players who are crazy on some level wear weird numbers. That said, I don’t see how this year’s crazy beard is news at this point.
Okay, maybe it’s newsworthy that he’s given it a name. That’s reasonable. But that part rarely gets mentioned.
So, to the TV and radio announcers out there seeing the Bulls for the first time this year, if you must mention it, fine, but there’s no need to dedicate any more than 20 seconds to simply mentioning “his newest creation” and that he’s named it.
Well, the Detroit Lions sold out today’s Thanksgiving Day game afterall.
That means the game won’t be blacked out for those unfortunate enough to live within the Detroit viewing area.
I understand the logic behind not airing the local team’s game when it’s being played at home and it doesn’t sell out. Generally, though, it hasn’t really a big deal to me because I’m not a fan of the team whose area in which I live.
My problem is that rather than airing another game in its place, the local affiliate doesn’t air a game at all. I’m not sure if that’s the affiliate’s decision, the NFL’s, or someone else’s.
All I know is I’m a Chicago Bears fan living in the Detroit area. The last three Lions games have not sold out, and have thus been blacked out. But rather than getting the chance to watch my Bears — who generally play at the same time as the Lions each week — I get nada. I’m stuck with infomercials and crappy decades-old sitcoms.
So, to whomever’s in charge of deciding that no games air when the local team gets blacked out:
Please just show a game — any game — okay? A division rival’s game would make the most sense, but if not, even the worst game on the schedule is acceptable. Y’know, at least so I can just have football on in the background.
Well, at least the Lions don’t play on Sunday this week. Maybe I’ll get to see the Bears.
