[ Unsilent Majority ] 4/11/2008 297 comments
tags: Fun With Mock Drafts, i hate the fucking eagles
When she tells this story in 15 years, she will claim she accepted the jersey under heavy pressure by Cleveland's front four.... and a pack of rabid hyenas... and an engorged Gary Busey.
(HT: Mondesi's House)
[ flubby ] 4/11/2008 16 comments
tags: pittsburgh steelers, xmas ape no smirre
Name: Vernon Gholston
Nickname: Unknown (meaning I don't know).
Suggested Nickname: Unknown (at least until he says otherwise).
Body Type: After his pro day one NFL coach told KSK (on the condition of anonymity), "that kid's body makes me harder than an enema from my Puerto Rican nurse." And that coach was Monte Kiffin.
Early Aspirations: Before football Vernon was a pre-teen body builder. Meaning yes, even a pre-pubescent version of Vernon could kick the living shit out of your pathetic blog reading ass.
Speed: Big Ten-ish.
Muscles: Medium twitch.
Urine Sample: Intensity.
Stool Sample: Steamy.
Who Wants Him: Oakland. But to be fair, they also shown interest in a panda who is purported to have been trained to play right guard.
Stupid panda. You have to keep your paws inside the shoulders if you're going to contain the pass rush.
Who Will Take Him: St. Louis. Because fuck Chris Long, that's why.
Immediate Impact: Bone crushing.
Down the Road: A locker filled with enough steroids to stock a Mexican pharmacy.
Previously on Better Know a Draft Pick...
[ Unsilent Majority ] 4/11/2008 11 comments
tags: Better Know a Draft Pick, Unsilent Majority, vernon gholston
You probably saw Drew’s eloquent remarks on Deadspin yesterday regarding Rick Reilly’s uninspired commentary about the sports blogosphere, followed by Drew’s subsequent deconstruction of the viewpoint of that “privileged journalist." Despite being a bit light on homoerotica, Drew’s piece was, as usual, very good.
Too good, really.
Too often we bloggers look at the criticisms of the mainstream press as opportunities, as chances to prove that we are somehow deserving of our audiences, of being in the conversation. Often, this results in an overextension of prose and an overuse of reason. I SHALL SMITE YOU WITH COHERENT, THOUGHTFUL ARGUMENTS! And so we're left with a well-bundled acknowledgment of their bitching and moaning that those types don’t really deserve.
Drew may as well have been reading poetry to a pig yesterday. Reilly is a third-tier fuckhead that’s not worthy of a rational counter-argument. You know what he’s worthy of? Getting handcuffed to a bike rack and shit on. Literally speaking, he deserves a response in kind. And so, I present a little something I'd like to call Rick Reilly Gargles Cocksnot.
Rick Reilly thinks the Concorde is ruining the legacy of trans-Atlantic travel.
Rick Reilly thought Monty Python and the Holy Grail was “just okay."
Rick Reilly speaks fluent Spanish, but finds it beneath him.
Despite having great access for the Masters, the excutive council at Augusta National insist on denying him entrance to any of the washrooms on the grounds, leaving him only a shallow latrine near the second fairway.
The council has also forbidden women from using this latrine. Mr. Reilly thinks this is bogus, but enjoys the amenities of the club too much to raise any sort of fuss.
Rick Reilly fucked and Christine Penner. And loved it.
Rick Reilly is still unsure how those nets are keeping the moles out of Africa.
Rick Reilly thinks that, despite Tiger Woods’ Thai heritage, Phil Mickelson is tangier.
Rick Reilly’s nose is 0.017 inches (0.04318 cm) longer than his penis, so we’ve heard.
Rick Reilly wasn’t going to test Sammy Sosa's pee for steroids. He was just parched.
Rick Reilly owns two three-year-old chocolate Labrador Retrievers named “Blackie" and “Is Killing College Athletics."
Rick Reilly once caddied for Michelle Wie without uttering “Me love you long time," but later commented privately to friends about how well she added up her scorecard.
Rick Reilly credits his “humerous" style to former president Ulysses S. Grant.
Rick Reilly keeps 2 ounces of cocaine in his ass at all times, just in case Lawrence Taylor drops by.
And it’s not even in a bag. Gross!
[ PUNTE ] 4/11/2018 19 comments
tags: dyng mediums, MMP, Rick Reilly gargles cocksnot