PETA has come out and asked South Carolina to change their name, since cockfighting is a brutal, bloody sport that doesn’t exactly benefit the animals involved. (But have they thought about what the roosters would be doing out in the street if they didn’t have fighting?)
Being the idiot that we are, we went all the way to Laos to watch our first cockfight when we could have gone a few hundred miles east to South Carolina, our own little neighboring slice of the developing world. It looked like a pretty bad affair for all concerned, though it probably looked worse than it was by certain things that are very cheap in Vang Vien. (Beer Lao was like a buck fifty for a gallon or so of low-grade, cold brew. And marijuana may have been involved, too. Or both. We have a hard time remembering.) All we remember was blood, feathers, and shirtless brown men screaming like banshees while tossing around oddly colored money excitedly. And that sentence will likely be our epitaph.
We’re the guy in plaid along the fence. And no, we weren’t close to sober.
But as someone who polishes off more chicken than some large Chinese cities, we can’t feel anything close to sympathy here. We know very little about PETA with the exception of all of those hot naked women they get to prance around naked at fur shows. However, if they’re against cocks, we’ve got a problem with them, since like most men we’re pretty happy with ours.
(Admittedly, some sites are bigger fans of cocks than others.)
In response, we kill two birds with one stone by declaring our support for South Carolina and by posting a picture of a man who knew a thing or two about taking cocks seriously.
Johnny Wadd: surely PETA wouldn’t have a problem with him?Or his ’stache?
Will it be a season ending injury in the preseason drills? Will it just be an inexplicably bad case of the fumbles? That I don’t know, but what I do know is that Sports Illustrated has doomed not one player, but three to disappointing and even tragic seasons this year by making Reggie Bush, Vince Young and Chris Leak each a coverboy for the three different regional editions of the SI College Football Preview. I feel for these three as well as the fans of each program. On the positive side, at least none of the three were eligible to be on the cover of Madden 06.
In a move which has of late been uncommon with Notre Dame coaches, Alumnists and fans, Charlie Weis does not make the “we have a tough schedule” excuse (which is good because the Domer’s schedule isn’t really any worse than many of the big conference teams which play a championship game and at least one good non-conference game). Get this, Weis is actually trying to make Notre Dame better than its opponents on its schedule… like Navy… and is using the schedule as motivation, not a built in excuse. Hats off to Weis, who we like more and more as we get to know the jolly rotund fellow.
Since it is Wednesday, we had to go back in time for a Weis picture.
Has the mercurial career of DeShaun Wynn taken another downturn? Rumors abound of a one-game suspension, but Gatorsports takes advantage of internets rumormongering to get you to read yet another summary piece on Florida’s inchoate preseason backfield.
More on the Wynn thing at Jacksonville.com, along with the news that Meyer’s shuffled the defensive line up, moving big man Ray McDonald to end. Looks like the dainty fleet lines of seasons past are being Big Ten-sized per Greg Mattison’s specs. Hey MGoBlog, whaddya know about Mattison?
Scott Harper, a Yankee fan from Armonk, N.Y., decided to jump from the upper deck at Yankee Stadium last night to see if the netting that protects fans from foul balls would hold him. Now that is some crazy science experiment. The quote of the day regarding this incident was from non other than the Boss himself. Steinbrenner said,”that was the only exciting thing that happened today.” Yup, fandom mixed with alcohol is a dangerous thing.
Distraught by the Yankees lack of pitching and the irony of his team being shut out by Jose Contreras, this Yankee fan had to jump.
We here at EDSBS would like to set the record straight and say that we support the rights of women everywhere, including the right to whip out a tit wherever and whenever they like in order to feed a child. This should be especially true of sports venues, where we need young people brought in from infancy to insure a deep indoctrination into fandom. (“Look, buddy! That’s Tennessee. You haaaaaaate them. Haaaaaaaate….feel it flow from the tips of your cute little booties!” )
That said, we have to say we oppose the exposure of certain boobs…(HT: ATL Eagle.)
Mark Mangino: the Ignatius Reilly of coaching.
In a sign that makes me think I might be wrong to disagree with the NCAA on the banning of the Seminole’s mascot (although I think they are 100% correct with respect to names such as Savages, Indians, Redskins ect.), Jeb has now spoken up in support of Florida State. Jeb, for those of you without a law school background or extensive experience in Florida, is the governor who took the obviously unconstitutional step of passing a law to address a specific individual (big state constitutional no no) leading Florida to once again become the situs of a media horde in the Schiavo matter. Look Jeb, we were still trying to get past the reputation earned during the recount in 2000!
Anyway, as to be expected, the Jebmeister has lashed out at the NCAA for its “political correctness” and paternalism. Now, as FSU gears up the legal challenge, Attorney Barry Richard (made famous for leading Bush’s challenge to the infamous recount in 2000) has signed on to lead the charge.
A little salt and pepper, a little pull back on the chin, and a bald pate equal our Bashar Assad lookalike, Clemson coach Ron West.
Just for comparison, here’s Syrian strongman Bashar Assad.
Spurrier creates his own hat. When we see one of these on a runway model, we’ll know to drop to our knees for the rapture. Is this the stage in his life when Spurrier rolls out his own line of products for men who resemble roosters? Hats, pleated khaki shorts, beer coozies, sleeveless t-shirts, shoes you don’t have to wear socks with…wait, looking in our closet, we realized we just described our wardrobe. We’re off to curl up in a corner and ward off the bad men in our head for a few hours.
Flying saucers? Or tacky hat?
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