Goalball baby! So this is a sport for blind people where you roll a ball and try to score, while the other team defends by flopping on the floor. Apparently it has to be played in silence, or little noise. Thanks to Wikipedia, here are some of the rules:
Give me a blindfold and get me out there! Seriously though, how tough can this be? You hear the ball start rolling and you hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. You think you can put some spin on the ball? Are there studs who can throw Verlander type balls? I need answers.
PS - the players laying down reminds me of Jake Sully in Avatar when he gets pulled out of the machine, and him and Sigourney Weaver go for the big Goalball save.
If you don’t like Swingers then you 1. must be a self righteous salad eater 2. Not a Guy 3. Have 0 friends.
Swingers is the classic movie for 20 somethings trying to make it in their respective zone of life. The movie opens up with Dean Martin’s “you’re nobody until somebody loves you” so right off the bat this is a romantic comedy and you’re not into it. Completely understand that. Heck if you’re a guy why would you want to watch a depressing flick that didn’t involve war or blowing something up?
As you make your way through the movie you see Trent (a young Vince Vaughn) nail it with countless quotes about dusting yourself off and rise up. If you haven’t seen this movie you’re probably 1. tasteless 2. tacky 3. don’t enjoy guy’s movies 4. You’re a POW from ‘nam. I’m going to break it down quick
Mike (Jon Favreau) moves to LA and pursue his comedy dreams because his girlfriend of 6 years breaks up with him in NYC. He is love sick and hung on his girlfriend, correction…EX girlfriend. We all have been there and we all have had a buddy who needs to forget about the past.
The plot of the movie is that it takes a view guys to help forget about the girl. The longer the relationship the harder it is to move on and the harder it is to talk to women.
So the thing is this: Vince Vaughn is 100lbs skinnier and funny as hell. The Plot is simple: You can’t forget her until you meet the next her.
Boom thats it. The movie is a hit and if you can’t see that then maybe Tyler Perry’s ”Madea” movies are for you.
So I finally watched Swingers for the first time a few nights ago and I gotta say - I found it extremely boring. I had only heard good things about it, and having such a cult following, I owed it to myself to watch it.
I just don’t get how it’s so popular. NOTHING HAPPENS. I kept waiting and waiting for some big twist or really anything to happen and it never did. The most exciting point was Gretzky getting knocked out in NHL 94. I get that it’s supposed to be like every group of guys but for it to be a movie, especially with the praise it gets, just blows my mind.
If someone can explain how and why it’s “so good,” then I’m all ears. Giving it a 2/10.
The XXX Olympiad
starts today started Friday in London, England, United Kingdom. Sadly for all you perverts reading this right now the “XXX” does not mean erotic but the roman numeral for 30 (X= 10). The Olympiad started in Greece but they are using Roman Numerals? That’s like Yankee Stadium in the year 2112 having a Green Monster (or the Red Sox having class!).
Any ways I have a real problem with the Olympics and Americans. I would consider myself one of the most Pro Americans in the history of the great nation (I say that with a straight face and fully believe it).
Every memorial day/July 4th the massives of citizens wear red, white, and blue and get shit faced in the name of America. Well news flash, you don’t need a holiday to be proud to be an American. I’m as patriotic on December 24 (South seceded) as I am on August 15 (VJ Day) or June 6 (DDay) or any other day.
So that brings me back to the Olympics. Now everyone is all American and proud of their country, which is great. But where is all the support for America when Italia or Espana is playing in non olympic events like the World Cup (not saying I like soccer). What I am trying to say either you love us 100% or not at all. That goes for Puerto Ricans, the Irish, Iranians, and Italians.
Be American, only root for America…there is a reason why you’re here today, someone in your family tree came here for the glory of a better life…looking at the homeland in the rearview mirror.
How often do you listen to music and get that sense that you need some new tunes in your life other than what’s in your music library? Whether it be mellow for you and the significant other or something that has a little kick to it that will get you excited for the gym, we all long for new tunes.
Work out music is so specific, so I won’t even try to go there. If you are looking for something mellow with a hint of catchiness than you need to pick up Home Again by Michael Kiwanuka. I guarantee you will be toe tapping to some of these Otis Redding-esque songs.
Michael Kiwanuka is an English born 20something up and coming artist that started off as a grunge rocker than studied Jazz at the Royal Academy of Music. This is where he developed his sound and mellowness. After a few stops here and there working with the likes of James Gadson and hit producer ‘Labrinth’, he signed with Mumford & Sons’ Communion label in 2011. 2012 he released his first album: Coming Home.
Summer is in full swing across the country. The country is in the worst drought since Eisenhower, the economy is in disparate need of the next Reagan, and more importantly the USofA is about to do their Gold Medal thing across the pond in the Olympics.
With summer comes warm temperatures, skInterns, and of course summer fashion.
I would like to just come out in front and tell you all this: I have a fashion sense of a middle aged man who is the father of 5 children under the age of 13 on vacation at Disney world.
White jeans/pants are the greatest gift men have received from the God’s above since NFL Sunday Ticket. They make each and every woman’s rump look delicious, firm, and desirable. However I have a severe problem when men wear them because there are certain things you just don’t wear as a man (thongs, capri pants, and more than a dime size of product in your hair).
I work in NYC and have the severe misfortune of witnessing this first hand multiple times a day. It sickens me greatly. And the biggest culprit of this crime are Europeans.
I’m sorry but my grandfathers and their countrymen did not fight two world wars defending (as well as defeating) Europeans so they can lessen the value of their manhood!
American’s have held steady and have not fallen victim. I hope I never see that day because I will for sure create a ruckus.
Again I would like to reiterate that I have one fashion sense: I’m white and (as well as I don’t have a legion of hits of being a badass: Johnny Cash) I will not wear black. I am too much of a dork to “rock” something.
Keep it basic with the dress…if your mom wears it, you shouldn’t!
Here’s a quick backstory: My buddy and I are huge John Mayer fans, have been for as long as I can remember. We were even lucky enough to meet the Man, the Myth, the Mayer as well (possibly another story for another time…we’ll see). He gave a fairly detailed review of John Mayer’s newest album Born and Raised. The following is all written by him.
To quote him directly…”pass it along to fellow fans.”
Review after the jump
Every time Man V. Food is on, I watch it. It’s like a natural reaction. I can confidently I’ve seen every episode. It’s truly the best job a person can have. Tour the country going to the best places to eat and stuff your face left and right? Where the fuck do I sign up?
Oh, but what about diabetes and heart attacks? Hilarious. That’s like telling a firefighter not to be a firefighter because there’s a chance of being burnt or inhaling smoke. It comes with the territory and the rewards HIGHLY outweigh risks…pussies.