Monday, March 31, 2008

Tickets Still Available For Chris Duhon Basketball Camp!!


Have you ever wanted to know what it takes to be a shitty, malcontent bench warmer? Looking for some good lines to throw towards women in your favorite Lincoln Park watering establishment? Are you not satisified with your role in HR? Looking for a little more "playing" time with your wife? Unhappy about your contract at work?


LOOK NO FURTHER! Introducing the Chris Duhon Basketball Camp!

With his no I in team attiude, and lackadaisical leadership, Chris is composing an opportunity for you to make millions doing exactly what he does: not jack shit! At this exciting three day course, Chris introduces to some of his moderately successful Duke alums who will give you the inside edge you've been after. For the low price of $199, you'll be involved in such concepts as:


"Playing while hungover; The key to avoid playing time"

Instructor: Chris Duhon

"When and how to bitch effectively"

Instructor: J.J. Redick

"Attactrating the Ladies: What to do when not gifted with good looks"

Instructor: Mike Dunleavy


"Hunger; an effective way to box out the buffet"


Instructor: Sheldon Williams


"Talent: what to do when you don't have any"


Instructor: Steve Wojciechowski


"Extreme Sports: Flying by the seat of your pants"

Instructor: Jason Williams

This is just a sampling of some of the great courses you'll learn to underachieve in life. But if you act within the next week, you can take part in a speical one time only class taught by Chris himself!!

The art of the strip tease:


Here's some of the future dates coming up in a shithole near you!

- July 9-13th, Slidell, LA

- July 16-20th, Durham, NC

- July 31st-August 3rd, Chicago, IL

For Ticket Information, visit http://www.chrisduhon21.com/ for more!


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Thursday, March 27, 2008

2008: A Bad Year To Be Named Heath

NEWBERRY, S.C. -- College offensive lineman Heath Benedict was found dead in his Florida home Wednesday night, apparently of natural causes, according to broadcast reports.
Two television stations in Jacksonville, Fla., reported on their Web sites that homicide detectives were called to Benedict's home about 7 p.m. Wednesday. When they arrived, they found Benedict, 24, dead on his couch.



Police told the television station they did not suspect foul play, drugs or alcohol in Benedict's death. Benedict's body was taken to the medical examiner, according to the TV report.

Benedict, a native of the Netherlands, transferred to Newberry, an NCAA Division II school, for the 2004 season after redshirting at Tennessee as a freshman in 2002. Sporting News' Draft '08 guide ranked Benedict (6-foot-6 and 335 pounds) as the ninth-best player at the guard position in this year's draft class. He was projected as a fourth-round selection.

The Next Heath to go?

Heath Shuler, Former Redskin Killer and current North Carolina congressman Odds: 4-1



Heathcliff Slocumb, relief pitcher and 1 time all-star. 990 time Coke user. Odds:3-1



Heathcliff the Cat, Garbage enjoyer and bastard version of Garfield. Odds: 8-1

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Cubs Predictions via Simpsons Characters

Rather than coming up with some bullshit predictions and pulling obscure statistics out of my ass in an attempt to predict five or six random events throughout the season, I thought I'd give you a little more of an entertaining post.

A post about a TV show that once captivated an entire demographic of children for more than a decade infused with a Major League Baseball team that has tortured its fan base for over 100 years.


I give you, the 2008-09 Cubs, as Simpsons characters. If anyone is wondering, I got the character descriptions from the Simpsons home page.


Joseph Fitzpatrick Fitzgerald Fitzhenry "Joe" Quimby, a.k.a. "Diamond Joe" Quimby, or simply Mayor Quimby is the mayor of Springfield. Quimby has long served as the Democratic mayor of the fictional city of Springfield. He appears as a slick, opportunistic politician whose chief priorities seem to be keeping himself in office, womanizing, and various forms of corruption.

He is known to be a womanizer, and to occasionally amuse himself with pornographic playing cards during town meetings. Quimby was once the subject of 27 separate paternity suits; a result, no doubt, of his frequent womanizing.

Jim Hendry, a.k.a "Jim Spendry" , or simply a heart attack waiting to happen, is the General Manager of the Cubs. Hendry has long served as the signer of checks for the fictional dream that is a Cubs World Series Title. He appears as a savvy, opportunistic General Manager with an open checkbook for the latest thrill. Hendry's chief priorities seem to be spending a shit-ton of other people's money, keeping himself and his job alive, excersizing, and various forms of awkward smiling.




Homer J. Simpson
A devoted husband, Homer leaves his wife with few complaints. When pressed, however, Marge did once acknowledge to a marriage counselor that Homer “forgets birthdays, anniversaries, holidays (both religious and secular), chews with his mouth open hangs out at a seedy bar with bums and lowlifes, blows his nose in towels and puts them back, and scratches himself with his keys.”

Lou Piniella
A devoted Manager, Lou leaves reporters, umpires, and opposing fans with few complaints. When pressed, however, umpires have acknowleged that Lou "has a strong odor of Brut, forgets even the most common slang terms for umpires, spits like a banshee, hangs out in his office with bums and lowlifes, blows his nose on the bases and puts them back, and scratches himself with the lineup card."




Marge Bouvier Simpson
Marge is the putty that just barely holds the Simpson family together week after week. By sensibly drawing the line at such frivolous expenses as an electric garage opener and changes of clothing for her children, Marge manages to stretch Homer’s modest salary to cover the tremendous costs incurred by a family of the new millennium.

Jason Marquis
Marquis is the putty that just barely survives in the Cubs starting rotation week after week. Jason can't even seem to figure out which hand is his strong hand, as he bats lefty while throwing righty. If it were up to him, he'd lead off every game. Marquis was a member of the National Honor Society in High School and has resides in Staten Island, NY in the offseason with his wife, who is responsible for making sure their kids don't look too Jewish.






Bart Simpson
Bart is the most misunderstood Simpson. He is constantly frustrated by the narrow-minded people of Springfield who judge him merely by his thoughts and actions. At heart, he’s just a good kid with a few bad ideas, a couple of really bad ideas and one or two that are still being reviewed by the Springfield district attorney.

Carlos Zambrano
Zambrano is definitely the most misunderstood Cub, and it has nothing to do with his skills with the English language. He is constantly whipping his arms, legs and probably his cock in violent motions, usually after a strike out. He has brawled with his teammates, lashed out at coaches and even the fans, but really he's just a kid at heart trying to throw "da beisbol" as hard as he can on every single pitch.



Maggie Simpson
Over the years, we’ve watched Maggie grow from a cute pacifier-sucking infant into a pacifier-sucking infant who’s said her first word, “Daddy”. This places Maggie just behind Bart and slightly ahead of Homer in vocabulary development.

Kosuke Fukudome
Over the years, the Cubs front office has watched many Japanese players thrive overseas, only to finally pull the trigger on Fukudome, who, by my count, has yet to utter his first English word. This places Kosuke just behind former Cub Sammy Sosa and slightly ahead of Alfonso Soriano in vocabulary development.



Moe Szyslak
Moe Szyslak, a former boxer, is the owner and operator of the local Springfield drinking establishment, a place he inventively named Moe’s Tavern. Moe’s is a place where everybody wants to borrow your money. It’s a place where you can feel at home, if you were raised in a holding tank for drunk drivers. A place where you can drown your sorrows in an overpriced, heady rush of cheap swill.

Kerry Wood
Wood, a former starting pitcher, is the future owner and operator of a Wrigleyville drinking establishment, a place he will inventively name K's Tavern. K's is a place where everyone wants to borrow Wood's money. It's a place where people who never lived up to their potential can feel at home, if you were raised as a Cubs fan. A place where you can drown your sorrows in the player who was overpriced, heady and not even a cheap thrill in his career as a Cub.



Ned Flanders
Ned Flanders is irritatingly optimistic and cheerful. Ned even keeps kosher, “just to be on the safe side.” This contrasts starkly with his upbringing, as Ned’s parents lived like freaky beatniks, without believing in any rules.

Ryan Dempster
Dempster is an irritatingly optimistic ginger bastard who cursed the Cubs this year by predicting that they would win the World Series. Ryan not only goes out with women but also enjoys the company of male dates "just to be on the safe side." This contrasts starkly with his upbringing, as Ryan's parents were actually a gay couple who lived in the country, without believing in sex with a women of any kind.





Barney Gumble
If there’s one thing Barney Gumble loves more than beer, he hasn’t discovered it yet. And not for want of trying. Hard liquor, sterno, cough syrup, turpentine, he’s tried them all. Once, in a fit of desperation, he drank some non-alcoholic champagne, with near-fatal consequences. Barney would kill his own brain for beer.

Aramis Ramirez
If there's one thing Aramis Ramirez loves more than fast food, he hasn't discovered it yet. He tried to give it up, but he just can't stop eating. Wendy's, McDonald's, Steak 'N Shake, Portillos, he's tried them all. Once, in a fit of desperation, he ate five Crave Cases from White Castle, with near-fatal consequences. Aramis would kill his own huge ego for food if he could, but he's usually on deck.




Dr. Nick Riviera, M.D.
Dr. Nick Riviera, M.D. is a quack physician (although he claims to be "just as good as Dr. Hibbert"), and represents doctors who studied at dubious medical schools. Riviera has a medical degree from Hollywood Upstairs Medical College (where he apparently spent much of his time using his ability to acquire prescription drugs to impress a succession of attractive women back in the 1970s).

Larry Rothschild
Rothschild, the Cubs pitching coach since 2001, is a quack physician (although he claims to be "just as good as he was back in Tampa Bay"), and represents a lost art form in baseball: coaching. Rothschild has a pitching degree from the University of How the Fuck Old Are you Anyway College (where he apparently spent much of his time using his ability to mis-diagnose prescriptions to washed up pitchers and up-and-coming talent to impress a succession of General Managers, fans, and women in the early 2000s).




Clancy Wiggum
Clancy Wiggum, the donut-scarfing, graft-accepting Chief of the Springfield Police Department, takes the law into his own hands, often making up his own laws right on the spot, in order to see justice done. Though he prefers to spend his time noshing at Krusty Burger or napping in his own patrol car, when duty calls Wiggum springs into action.

Alan Trammell
Trammell, the newly named bench coach for the Cubs, takes the law into his own hands, often making players do pushups right in the dugout with little to no notice at all. A pretty successful player in his day, Trammell thinks that anyone who doesn't "leg out" a single or stretch a double into a triple, is just "hot-doggin" it. Though he prefers to spend his time watching re-runs of tapes he made from his career or napping with his baserunning whistle still in his mouth, when duty calls Trammell never ceases to make even the most hard-working player look like a "Mary".

As a fitting end to this madness, I thought it would be correct to come up with a song for the 2008-09 Cubs season. As you probably know, the Cubs are now under the ownership of Sam Zell, who as a Simpsons character would be Number One, or the leader of the sacred tradition of the Stonecutters. So I thought up a song that would end every Stonecutter/Cubs ownership meeting and it goes a little someting like this:



Who controls the Wrigley crowd? Who keeps an entire fan base loud? We do! We do!

Who leaves World Series off the maps? Who keeps the bleacher bums under wraps? We do! We do!

Who holds back the Felix Pies? Who makes Ron Santo his Mai Tais? We do! We do!

Who robs the Cub fans of their sight? Who rigs every Bartman night? We do! We do!



Now listen to the original and input my lyrics in the appropriate spots. I think we have a winner with this one.














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Bold (Not Smart) Predictions For 2008 Sox and Cubs

What?! Actual sports talk on the Bull? Yeah, I know, seems like a foreign concept given the past couple weeks. But to be honest, there's only so much bitching I care to do. While I do enjoy ranting about how I fucking can't stand Juran Uribe, or cry about how shitty the Bulls have been, I don't feel the need to whine all the time.

We've been trying out some different shit (Would You Rather?, other stupid shit such as We're Pissed, just to make us laugh). Some of it has done alright, the other stuff; not so much. Hey, at least we're tryi...on second thought we've been lazy. What can you do?

Moving on, I would expect alot more sports and shit here with baseball just around the corner. You know what's funny when I think about it? Every upcoming season for Chicago sports in the past year has been like a "Thank fucking God it's finally here"...then after a month the same feeling of waiting comes around.

Well, here's to hoping this season provides at least a longer relief. I'm cautiously optimistic with the Sox this year. I don't expect much out of them, and honestly I think sometimes its better to lower expectations so that you're not let down. That said, I think the Sox will be better. How much better? Only time will tell. So let us wait no further as me and Noce unveil our Bold Predictions for the year on the north and south side:


WHITE SOX:


- Jose Contreras will win 15 games. Boy this one is really going to bite me in the ass if I'm wrong. But if I could bet on this Vegas, I guarantee I'd have some good odds with which to bet. Reasons being:


- Contreras has looked good so far in the spring. That doesn't mean jack shit, but from what I've seen and heard, his stuff has looked better. His split-finger fastball has improved and he'll have to believe he's better then what he showed last year.


- All the divorce shit is out the window. I don't have any idea of exactly how going through a divorice would fuck with you, and I hope never have to. But I have to believe it takes quite a toll. When you only have your job to focus on, it should make a difference.

Now, 15 games is as much of a stretch as it would be for me to make Jim Boylan coach of the year, but fuck it, if I'm right, at least I can say I called it.

- Joe Crede will be on the Sox after the trading deadline. But not after the waiver deadline. I don't see Crede doing any better then the slump he's been in once the season starts. What does that mean? The trade value will not be there...at all. Unless Kenny is content with another fucking Iguchi for Michael Dubee-like trade, the Sox are not going to get the offers they'll want. While I would rather have Fields up and playing, Crede had to yo-yo back and forth a couple times before he finally came up and stayed. Disheartening? Yes. But you can't not play Crede at all. Benching him would make him worth complete dick.



AJ Pierzynski and Paul Konerko will not be in Sox uniforms by the deadline.
The talk of the Sox trading Paulie has been going on for quite some time, and I think this is it for him on the South Side. The Sox will realize that Gavin Floyd and John Danks can't get the job done. Therefore, they will trade both for a starter and a prospect. While Toby Hall is not ready, and this is a complete reach for AJ being traded, injuries happen. It's called taking a fucking guess every now and then.

Fukudome will struggle for the first half, and turn in a stellar second half to win Rookie of the Year.
Most of the Japanese players who have come to America in their first year actually do really well. Ichiro hit .350 in 2001 and won the MVP. Hideki Matsui hit .287, 16 HR's and 106 RBI's. Iguchi his .278 with 15 HR's and 71 RBI's. While Fukudome has been projected to be a .280 hitter with 15-20 HR's and 70-80 RBI's, I think he'll have a tough time adjusting right away, especially if he hits an early slump. However, he's shown flashes of what he can do this spring, and I think we'll be talking about him a lot in July and August.

The Cubs will have the division wrapped up on September 4th. I randomly picked the date, but I will say no later then September 10th that Cubs fans can start wasting their money on their back-to-back NL Central Champs shirts. This is the shittiest division in baseball, and the Brewers are their only competition. Outside of Ben Sheets, the Brewers have no pitching. None. Chris Capuano's going have to get a 2nd Tommy John surgery. Jeff Suppan is washed up. This will be the biggest cakewalk in baseball.

Finally, the boldest call of them all: Kerry Wood will only go on the 15 day DL once. If this were to happen, you can fucking guarantee I will trumpet the fact loud. If Wood stays healthy, I'm calling 40+ saves.

Are these predicitons good? Not really, but that's not to say I won't connect on a few. One of my favorite sales sayings goes something like "Picking just one time to advertise is like blindly throwing a dart at a dartboard, you could hit something good, or you could hit nothing at all".


Well, I'm throwing a few darts here, let's hope I get my money's worth. Feel free to make your predictions in the comments section; we'll bring'em back up in a few months to see how were doing.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

In Case You've Been Wondering

I am aware of my absence from the website lately but I've had some long workdays which have encouraged me to retreat back to the world of illicit drugs when it's not between the hours of 9-5. So, until they're all gone I suggest you just enjoy this little video underneath, it should give you a rough general idea of where my head's been at for the last week.

Monday, March 24, 2008

A Quick Explanation on the Pissed Statement

Well, the Cubs starting rotation has been named, with Marquis getting 5th spot, Dempster getting the 3rd, and Lieber heading to bullpen. Even though it's documented with our favorite tag of "Fuck the Cubs" we're not exactly in cahoots with the north side, that's what I would have hoped for as a Cubs fan. I was thinking about posting on it, but after some thought, thats about all there is to besides a besides the usual outrage about how Lieber is sooooo much better (No he is not you fucking crybabies, you have your choice between vanilla and vanilla with sprinkles, it's all the fucking same.) Also, Kerry Wood will be the closer for the next four games until he's shut down for the year.

Instead, I thought you would like to know what
inspired the WE'RE PISSED sentiment. For that, let's roll back the clock to the spring of 2003 on the campus Southern Illinois University Carbondale...

During this time, the faculty was on the brink of a contract strike which would have been cool for no classes for a while, but sucked when I would have to pay for another semester when I didn't have to in the first place. Anyways, there's plenty of protests going on at this time for the University to finally open up the check book.

Me, spending 98% of days completely stoned to the bejesus belt, decided to attend class for some odd reason, most likely being that I:
A: Had nothing to watch on TV for the next hour
B: Had already played Madden 02' for such a disgusting amount of time that felt compelled to do something that made it look like I gave a shit or
C: Said what the hell, I'll go

Anyways, upon returing back to the dorms, or Vertical Africa as we called it, I saw some of the picketers out in front of one of the buildings on the path back to my weed layer/dorm. Nothing special, just some tools and some TA's walking around with some signs...until the greatest sign ever unveiled at a protest was unleashed to my glassy eyes...the sign contained only two words, but perfectly summed up everything one could assume of the situation: WE'RE PISSED.

I fucking fell to the ground laughing for a good 2 minutes. Sheer genius. Plenty had signs with little jabs and barbs, but nothing really hit home like WE'RE PISSED. I still laugh as I write this. And when I told Noce the story, I decided to do a reeanctment here for the weekend. Granted, it is nowhere near as funny it still gave me and Noce a laugh that we posted it.

Speaking of Southern, I'm on my way down there this weekend, so I'm sure I'll have some good stories to share with you which will most likely involve:

- Me getting blacked out drunk telling an 19-year old I make six figures in the hopes to wake up in said Vertical Africa once more;
- Quatro's Pizza, the gem of Carbondale,
- Me contemplating the risk vs. reward of punching someone in the mouth becuase the Jack Daniels is egging me on.

More to follow soon

(PS: For those wondering, that's Eastern Illinois in the background of the picture above...and I would have shot myself in the face if I went there)

Friday, March 21, 2008

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