Rest in Peace, Jim McKay.
Aug 08
Mar 18
This past week has been a very crowded one at the Sandwich, with little time to breathe let alone anything else. Lots of things going on. Good things. Great things.
I have not thanked the good peeps over at Sportsocracy for inviting me into their “Celebrity” Blogger NCAA Final Tournament. A flattering monicker to be sure and not applicable for me, but much more deserving for many of my other colleagues in the tournament.
After the first round, I am proud to say that I am in sole possession of nineteenth place. I do love Final Four pools, and am in four of them (including Sportsocracy). George Washington was my sleeper pick to move through the ranks, but our Founding Father’s troops couldn’t muster an appearance out of the first round let alone make it to the Sweet Sixteen.
Tennessee just beat Virginia, so that bodes well for my bracket. Good luck to all in the tourney.
(Photo lifted from the Post-Gazette)
Mar 12
It’s a done deal. Let the disclosure of the whoring begin! I’m sure we’ll learn who slept with who to get all this done.
Then, finally, we can get back to the most important business: Operation Shutdown.
Mar 02
While everyone waxes rhapsodic about J-Peezy and his departure from the Steelers, nobody is talking about the loss of the next Dancing With The Stars contestant Verron Haynes.
If you’ve never had the pleasure of seeing him warm up in pre-game, he doesn’t do exercises. He dances. In ‘da club. Here’s a all-too-small offering of his brillance:
He was let go as well in an effort to get under the salary cap, but there’s hope in the Steelers front office they may re-sign him. In the meantime, safe travels Tank.
Feb 14
I saw the promo for this interview to air tomorrow on KDKA and had a thought…
Wouldn’t it be the ultimate Burgh celebrity couple if Sidney and Sonni got together. Hell, their names are even good together!
You gotta wonder if it goes through his mind during the interview…
“Gotta put the biscuit in the basket… biscuit in the basket.”
Jan 07
Dear Bill,
You may be an charismatic super genius in-charge of the winningest professional football program of the 2000’s, but obviously you’re not really aware of what decade you’re in.
Unless you plan on trying out for Flashdance or working out to the Sweatin’ To The Oldies, you never… ever cutoff your sweatshirt. Let alone your hooded sweatshirt. Seriously, you look like a douchebag.
You make an untold amount of dollars. Buy yourself some nice sideline clothes. That grey hoodie could walk around by itself.
With spiteful respect,
Woy
(Photo lifted from ESPN.com)
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