Posts by thederridadrop:
An Open Letter to Troy Aikman
December 20th, 2009
BOOOOOOOOOOOO
Dear Troy,
ESPN: Where C.C. Sabathia Got Jobbed
November 17th, 2009Let us look at the awful majesty, the retarded brilliance of this:
Can you even find a good place to start bashing that caption? What could have been the thought process here:
ESPN.COM HOME PAGE WRITER: Zack Greinke? Who the hell is that? What are the Royals? That’s not Justin Verlander’s team! (spends three seconds looking up wins, losses, and ERA) A-HA!
AAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAaAaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
October 6th, 2009
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
1. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT?!
I MEAN, HOLY GOD, I JUST….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
Who would- I mean, what the- Jesus H. – YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Tripping the Light Fantastic: Got to Admit, It’s Getting Better
September 23rd, 2009
"You picked me, TDD? Really?"
Tunnels have lights, clouds have silver linings, blah blah blah. Whatever. Things are stupid and will always be stupid. We’ll never be happier/better looking/richer – we will continue to wallow in our little tracks of self-inflicted mediocrity, slowly winding down the soil until it’s just deep enough to lie down and die. Read the rest of this entry “
Tripping the Blight Fantastic: Here it Goes Again
September 23rd, 2009
"STAY AWAY FANTASY POINTS!"
Here is the first installment of a new feature, TDD’s miserable trip down the River Styx that is fantasy football. (Rock: And, yes, it’s a week late. Blame me. You get two today, though, which is enough for both of our readers.)
This week, theoretically, should have been a good one. I live in the city where “Funkytown” was written. I have a girlfriend (And she has a pulse! Take that, Dad!). My job, slaughtering kittens upon various CE/FOs’ desks for fun and profit and purity, has finally extended beyond the apprentice level. My life, compared to say, a hobo or a dead mouse, is pretty effing cool.
Yet, it is not.
This week has been darkened, as though the Lord/Allah/Moses* had reached down its/his hand and turned the contrast knob to “dull”. Nothing feels right. Pizza tastes like three day old pizza. The sun looks kinda gross. I found a $10 bill in a pair of jeans I had just washed, and I was barely able to summon the energy to buy 8 Mad Dog 20/20’s and have the traditional “clean money/dirty drunk” celebration. Why?
Fantasy football. Read the rest of this entry “
Wrestling Recap: Enter the Dragon, WGN Emails (sort of), and Commenter Games!
August 25th, 2009That is not a shitty Youtube video montage. That is the future. That is the present. That is the single biggest thing around, the thing that will force the world of pro wrestling to bend to its will, the singular presence of sheer power and technical brilliance. That is electrified marrow. That is a shimmering, pasty ballet of brutality splayed across a canvass.
That is American Dragon, Bryan Danielson.
Wrestling Recap! – WWE SummerSlam Edition
August 19th, 2009It’s mid-to-late August everyone, and you know what that means!
No, not football. Real football doesn’t start ’till later.
College football is still football. Keep guessing!
Baseball’s kinda lame right now.
…we are, in fact, in the middle of Air Show season. You’re closest. I guess.
Anyway: SUMMERSLAM.
Wrestling Recap! – O, Canada!
August 11th, 2009WRESTLING RECAP! The Return
August 3rd, 2009(Note: This column does not, in any way, support or approve of that pop for John Cena. Or John Cena in general. The Return of the Wrestling Recap! – after the jump.
Why I Root: Buffalo Bills
July 31st, 2009
That's right, two of these are about Buffalo. Deal with it.
I hate fan rules. Fan rules, in general, make me angrier than apartheid and Triple H combined. Don’t say ‘no-hitter’ or ‘perfect game’! You can only have one team you root for in a specific sport! If your team moves, you should still root for them! Are people fucking serious? It’s sports. No, it’s not even sports – it’s watching sports. You know what making rules about watching sports is like? No, you don’t, and neither do I because IT IS REMARKABLY INCONSEQUENTIAL. It reminds me of all the inane conversations that happened at keggers in college about how drunk someone needs to be to actually be ‘drunk’, or what constituted a muscle shirt. (Also, to anyone who went to college with me, or talked to me about college, or has ever seen Animal House: FUCK YOU)
