And after a few months, this will be my final post. I may come back later on in the year if I feel like I must be heard lol.
But I leave you with a creation by myself and Dan Angelucci. If you like The Wire or Toy Story, I think you’ll like this. If you love them as much as we do, then you’re gonna get a real kick out of this.
Thanks a lot guys.
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Who knew Zachary Levi could sing?
Also, does this mean a Chuck/Jeffster mashup is coming?!
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“Now Tayne I can get into” - Line of the year?
I’m debating studying for my last final or just watching this clip from Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job on repeat. I, of course, am talking about the first clip starring Paul Rudd in what I hope becomes an internet sensation.
However, I’m glad the clip following it is included because it shows my point of how Tim and Eric can do some of the funniest shit in the world, but the next second they are just masturbating their comedy dicks.
Baseball is the President tossing out the first ball of the season and a scrubby schoolboy playing catch with his dad on a Mississippi farm. A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That’s baseball. And so is the big, fat guy with a bulbous nose running home one of his (Babe Ruth’s) 714 home runs.
There’s a man in Mobile who remembers that Honus Wagner hit a triple in Pittsburgh forty-six years ago. That’s baseball. So is the scout reporting that a sixteen year old pitcher in Cheyenne is a coming Walter Johnson. Baseball is a spirited race of man against man, reflex against reflex. A game of inches. Every skill is measured. Every heroic, every failing is seen and cheered, or booed. And then becomes a statistic.
In baseball democracy shines its clearest. The only race that matters is the race to the bag. The creed is the rulebook. Color merely something to distinguish one team’s uniform from another.
Baseball is a rookie. His experience no bigger than the lump in his throat as he begins fulfillment of his dream. It’s a veteran too, a tired old man of thirty-five hoping that those aching muscles can pull him through another sweltering August and September. Nicknames are baseball, names like Zeke and Pie and Kiki and Home Run and Cracker and Dizzy and Dazzy.
Baseball is the cool, clear eyes of Rogers Hornsby. The flashing spikes of Ty Cobb, an over aged pixie named Rabbit Maranville.
Baseball just a came as simple as a ball and bat. Yet, as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. A sport, a business and sometimes almost even a religion.
Why the fairy tale of Willie Mays making a brilliant World’s Series catch. And then dashing off to play stick ball in the street with his teenage pals. That’s baseball. So is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying., “I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.”
Baseball is cigar smoke, hot roasted peanuts, The Sporting News, ladies day, “Down in Front”, Take Me Out to the Ball Game, and the Star Spangled Banner.
Baseball is a tongue tied kid from Georgia growing up to be an announcer and praising the Lord for showing him the way to Cooperstown. This is a game for America. Still a game for America, this baseball! Thank you.
– The baseball world lost a great yesterday as long-time Tigers announcer Ernie Harwell passed away at the age of 92. This is his Hall-of-Fame induction speech.
This might be the funniest poster of the year. 1) Apparently Kim Cattrall looks exactly like Rachel McAdams and 2) With all that air-brushing, SJP still looks like a horse. Yikes.
If you’re not watching the miniseries, The Pacific, on HBO then you are truly missing out. There are only 2 chapters left, but you can find many (if not all) on OnDemand.
If you liked Band of Brothers or Saving Private Ryan, then there is no reason you’re not watching.
