The Marlon Byrd, The Witch, and The Wardrobe?

Sometimes I think that names are spelled peculiarly for a reason. For example, Marlon Byrd spells his last name with a "y." Why? Would it not make sense to be Marlon Bird? It's a clue, you see, into his real identity. Don't you find it disturbingly odd that the spelling of "Byrd" and the word…

New Tiger Woods Nike Commercial — Just Hate It?

Tiger Woods has a new commercial out. It's a Nike ad. That's the voice of Tiger's late father, Earl Woods. Nike hasn't released information regarding the context of those words spoken by Woods' father, but I'd speculate that it's commentary on the state of Tiger's progression as a golfer. Likely as a very, very young…

Encouragement for Marathoners

I just got an email from my cousin Jess. Her husband Chris ran in a Seattle Marathon recently and she sent a pic of him with some of the family after the race. It's always sort of inspiring to me to hear of people accomplishing physical feats such as a marathon or a triathlon. I'm…

Holy Cow!

Today is Harry Caray's birthday. He would be 93 today were he still alive. Those sentences spelled backwards would be: Evila llits eh erew yadot 39 eb dluow eh. Yadhtrib s'yarac yrrah si yadot.

A Prayer for the Chicago Bears

I'm the farthest thing from a religious man, but when it comes to matters of Chicago Bear football, I'm up for anything. So I'm posting this prayer that was forwarded to me by my sister. Unfortunately, I have no idea who actually wrote it. I just know that it's funny. But more importantly, let's hope…

Cubs misery spells cheaper souvenirs.

I've decided not to attend any games at Wrigley Field this year. At least, not until I can recognize that some effort has been put into fielding a good team. And certainly not while Dusty Baker is still their manager. Here's the way I look at it. The Cubs are bad. They're playing about as…

A poem for the Pittsburgh Steelers

In honor of the football coming to a close with yesterday's Super Bowl, I thought I'd post this poem I stumbled across by the British poet, Harold Pinter. Pinter just won the 2005 Nobel Prize for Literature. American Football Hallelujah! It works. We blew the shit out of them. We blew the shit right back…