I always promised myself that if I ever had an opportunity to talk to a celebrity, I wouldn’t ask a question they’ve heard a thousand times before. I’d ask them something like, “how do you prefer your corn? Cut? On the cobb? I’d ask if they ever cut the corn directly off the cobb and formed tiny, fragile sheets of corn. This would stun the celebrity. They’d never forget me. Probably because they’d think I was nuts.
Much has been made about the comments made by lovable D.C. Wizard wackadoodle Gilbert Arenas. Early last week, ol’ Gil said part of his job was to “teach John [Wall] the ins and outs of the game, and then eventually go on and move on – on my way.” That’s a lot of ons Gilbert is planning. It wasn’t Arenas’ redundant grammar that threw the media into a tizzy, but for as far off the point as most media outlets have been on this story, it might as well have been.
Remember when the color red used to signify passion? Perhaps war? Blood, if you’re into specifics? Well take some photos of all that and put ‘em in a scrapbook, because — yes, pictures of red things. No, I don’t know specifically what you should photograph. It was more of a pithy introduction to the blog than an actual suggestion. Besides, I’m the warning guy, not the idea guy. How you take pictures is your problem, but you should do it quickly because Nike is co-opting one of our most beloved colors. Any minute now, Nike’s going to change the way we think about red.
They’ve already started. You’ve already fallen victim. And it’s only going to get worse.
Here’s a recap of the weirdest or most overlooked sports stories on the Interweb this week. Plus, as you’ve come to expect, any excuse we can find to put Bruce Springsteen on the Sidelines
The New York Post has been lapping up the sources feeding them information about a sudden-but-unsurprising rivalry between the girlfriends of the two most popular Yankees on the planet.