Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Just when I thought I'd seen my last opportunity to grace the snow with my urine this year, God gives me a nice little slap on the ass and blankets the ground with white. Pissing in the wind is a nuisance (not to mention moronic), and tinkling in a pool is the bee's knees and all, but no way of relieving yourself is quite like pissing in the snow. Something about seeing the steam rise up from the partially frozen ground gives me a sense of meaning in this world. I strongly encourage everyone to not let this opportunity go to waste, pun intended. Don't necessarily go out of your way to do it, but at some point you're gonna be feeling down and you're gonna need a little snow-piss to bring you out of your funk. There's no logic behind my affinity for going in the snow, but it just gets me. So many options for utilizing your full bladder when you empty it in the snow. You can aim at a target, test your fire power, draw stick figures, etc. I also tend to notice that when I write my name in the snow, the result is weirdly similar to my handwriting. It's pretty interesting if you ask me. In essence, pretty much everything that pissing in the snow has to offer is awesome. The result might not be appealing to people's eyes, but that shouldn't deter anyone from living out their dreams.
Disclaimer: Public urination is a serious offense and is punishable by a court of law. Piss responsibly.
Monday, February 27, 2012
I'm surprised this isn't talked about more in the basketball world. Most coaches tell you to aim for the back of the rim, but once you release the shot are you staring at the target or watching the ball travel there? Personally I stare at the rim and hope the ball shows up where I want it to. It doesn't surprise me that Euro's like Dirk and Nash (quasi Euro) do this, but Kevin Love? Here I was, convinced he was an All-American, cornbred-fed, rim-staring hero and he goes and pulls this shit on me. Staring at the ball is basketball's version of riding goofy as far as I'm concerned.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Time to address the chafe in the room. With gr******on coming up, the godfathers of this operation are running out of time here. That being said, this site has made some strides this past year and could really become something more with the right personnel. We're gonna be blunt here: we're looking for you. We see you when you sit at your computer and mumble to yourself "great idea but I could have been funnier with it." Now's your chance to prove it. Most of the reader chafes and top 500's we get are quality, we're now looking to up the quantity. As we said last year, what makes our site readable is the fact that it doesn't take a genius to come up with the ideas we write about. We just want another voice who does it well. Maybe that guy (or girl?) is you.
We're smiling as we write this post, just because we know some future intern is smiling right now as (s)he reads it. We'll be posting some of the humorous responses we get this year, and we're gonna try to get the readership involved in the selection process, but more on that later. For now, it is time. Consider this your preliminary interview. We look forward to meeting you soon.
Send to BrostonCollege@gmail.com by Monday night if you would like to party.
Part I (short answer):
1. What brand and color is your backpack?
2. Where do you live? What’s on the walls?
3. What’s your favorite TV show?
4. Favorite poet?
5. What’s your twitter handle?
6. Jim’s or Eag’s Sunday morning?
7. What’s the best local bar?
8. What’s the best non Happy/Madison comedy?
9. If you could be a mediocre professional athlete, what sport and position would you pick?
10. What’s the best hat you own?
11. Who is your favorite person to follow on twitter?
12. What shampoo do you use?
13. Are your facebook tags privatized?
1. Go to the Wikipedia page of Chafe, Nigeria. Using only hyperlinks on Wikipedia pages, navigate your way to the Wikipedia page of Rosie O’Donnell (this could take a while). Write down your path. For some extra credit, tell me a few things you learned along the way that you found interesting.
2. Name your favorite five ESPN workers:
3. What’s your ideal foursome on the golf course? In bed?
4. Add a word to our dictionary and define it:
5. Was Darwin right?6. Pen a few rap bars:
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Jeremy Lin is a Christian professional athlete, much like Tim Tebow. After that, the similarities really stop. Lin essentially came out of nowhere, was overlooked by countless basketball powerhouses, let alone average basketball schools. Tebow was getting looks from the best football schools in the country and once he went to Florida won two natty ships and a Heisman and could not have been more in the spotlight during his college years. Lin got some attention at Harvard (largely but not only because he was Asian-American) but nothing compared to Tebow.
Tebow got drafted and soon his jersey was the number one seller in the league. Lin didn't get drafted and was picked up and quickly released by both the Warriors and Rockets. In Tebow's first season, he started 3 games (lost 2 of them). His second season he played in 14 games and averaged 9 completions a game (dead last in the league(yes Curtis Painter had more)). Lin got very limited playing time his first year and in his second year as we all know he has been tearing it up. When he gets his minutes, he hasn't played a single bad game. Not one. Tebow looked like a high-schooler on so many plays this season it's not even funny.
Not to mention the fact that so many people hate Tebow and almost no one dislikes Lin. ESPN has jammed both their stories down our throats which can give anyone reason to dislike them, but the point is Lin has earned his position in the media and deserves to get talked about while Tebow was only talked about because of the religious-freak aspect of his off-the-field life and his unconventional (yet still not successful) playing style on the field.
Sorry. Had to get that off my chest.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
If you were wondering why Brad Marchand wasn't featured in the Boston Bruins' championship DVD, the popular instigator provided an answer in the latest edition of Sports Illustrated: He was too drunk to be interviewed.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
"I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me;
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Here are some of my favorite short songs, if I'm forgetting any, well, I'm forgetting them:
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
This post doesn’t have a happy ending so if you’re emotionally invested in Boobie’s current state just give up now. When we last saw Boobie, he was going nowhere fast. He was a classic hometown hero who lost everything to a torn ACL – the “Mason Plumlee” of injuries. Shit hasn’t gotten much better for the former Panther. Mike Winchell certainly hasn’t “visited his distinguished ass in California” yet. Boobie ended up playing fullback at Ranger College for a year, but flunked out and never returned. He now has two kids who live in Midland with their mom. Boobie lives in Dallas and is out of work (according to wikipedia). In 2009 he was charged with aggravated assault after he beat his brother over the head with a beer bottle. So yeah, it’s been a tough go since the ACL tear. Fuck it though, Boobie’s a hero and forever will be. All he wanted to do was play football and he was damn good at it until the injury. Billy Bob's speech at halftime of the state championship is an underrated one in my opinion, especially when he brings Boobie into it. While his life hasn’t gone as planned, let's realize his accomplishments. He's had a movie made about him. For better or for worse, he's probably gotten with the majority of Midland, TX. And everything he did, he did with his Nikes. That dedication to steeze is the type that I'm obligated to support. Boobie can rest his head at night knowing that if he ever wants to give college football another go, he’s welcome here anytime.
High-School footage. No wonder he was getting letters from every major college: