The Detroit Lions are at 0-13 as of right now. Amazing. That franchise has never sucked this hard before. That's...that's pretty bad.
If they lose just three more games, they'll have a league record. Hey...even though they'll be known as the "losingest" team EVAH!, at least they'll have a record.
Plaxico Burress is a complete idiot. That giant head of his has a blinking "Vacancy" sign attached, because all but the last four brain cells died off years ago.
This football player is a moron, and a waste of perfectly-good oxygen, because he managed to shoot himself in the leg. (The New York Giants responded by suspending the idiot for the remainder of the season.) Because he's intelligent enough to remember an entire football playbook, but not intelligent enough to remember four simple rules. You can, by the way, teach Cooper's Four Rules to toddlers. I've seen parents do it before, and they'll continue doing it in the future. Burress, on the other hand, is terminally stupid, and probably can't be taught.
To shoot himself, Burress had to violate at least three of the four firearms-safety rules that most of us were faithfully taught long before we got near our first guns.
He did not treat the firearm as if it were loaded - which it was, considering the fact that he fired a bullet into his own frickin' leg. Every gun is always loaded, folks. Jeff Cooper had a very good point when he wrote this rule, and those of us who follow it do so because we recognize that failure to respect our firearms just might end badly. The other three rules, in my opinion, hinge on this one. If you treat the gun, loaded or not, as if there is a round ready to fire, you will avoid breaking the other three rules (pointing the gun at somebody/something you don't want to shoot; letting your finger wander on the trigger when you aren't ready to shoot, and not being sure of the area behind your target before you shoot).
He let the muzzle cover something - his own leg - that he didn't really want to destroy. Unless Burress really wanted to attempt suicide (sever the artery running down your leg and you bleed out quite quickly, I'm told), he broke a rule that even tiny people understand. How many young children do you know who can tell you, in their own words, that pointing any gun at anything they don't want to shoot is bad? I know quite a few of these kids. Apparently, Burress is not smarter than a 5th grader. Or a kindergartner, for that matter.
He did not keep his finger off the trigger until he was ready to fire his gun. Unless he meant to shoot himself in public, he allowed his finger to stray. I wonder if the idiot knows what a holster is? He probably thinks that they're just for cowboys and cops. I wouldn't be surprised if the dude had his handgun jammed down his pants like a crackhead/home invader/common street thug/et cetera. Because that's so much cooler looking than bleeding on the nightclub's floor because you're too stupid, or cheap, to pay forty bucks for a decent holster that covers the trigger guard and, therefore, helps you keep the booger hooker off the bang switch.
And finally: he probably didn't pay attention to the area behind his target. I'm guessing this because Burress probably didn't intend to pull the trigger. That being the case, I highly doubt that he double-checked the area beyond the muzzle (or his own body, as that was the target whether he intended for it to be or not) to be sure that his round would not hit an innocent bystander or damage somebody's property.
What a dummy.
My thoughts on this year's Olympics:
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Trying to punt Iraq out of the competition.
The human-rights violations (and not just against Tibetans).
Overwhelming pollution.
Oh. And don't forget that China is guilty of exporting toxic, sometimes-deadly consumer items to us. I wonder how much lead paint they used in the Olympic buildings? Will Olympic athletes be safe eating the food in China? Will they become sick from breathing the thick smog in that part of China?
A federal grand jury indicted Barry Bonds, Cheater Supreme, today. They've apparently gathered enough evidence to prove that the scumbag used steroids.
That's not a big surprise. The man is in his early 40s. Look at recent photos of him - then look at earlier ones. Doesn't he seem larger to you? And not in that "I've been in the gym every day" sort of way? Yeah. The twit has that "juiced" look about him, which I've been saying for the last couple of years or so.
So, let's put a big ol' asterisk by his fraudulently-obtained home run record. Let's hail Hank Aaron, the true HR king. That guy didn't use steroids. He actually had talent. Bonds, on the other hand, had to cheat to get anywhere close to that record.
All this is on top of the tantrum that Bonds threw not long ago when his record-breaking baseball was decorated with a big ol' asterisk. The artist who won the ball at auction asked baseball fans what to do with the thing. They voted to decorate the ball with the massive asterisk. Hey - the majority of MLB fans can't be wrong, right?
So because the fans called out Bonds about his obvious cheating, he threatened to boycott the Hall of Fame. He also did it because there was a good chance that his HR record would be listed with an asterisk.
I doubt that Bonds will have to worry about making good on that threat. The Hall of Fame is probably going to boycott him. They'd better, anyway. He doesn't deserve a place of honor with Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig, Nolan Ryan and Cal Ripken, Jr. He doesn't deserve any of the records that he broke by cheating.
I hate the Dallas Cowboys more than I can even begin to describe in this blog entry. I've loathed, despised, detested and hated them for years. "America's Team," my foot. They're a bunch of egotistical, property-stealing, crappy-playing pains in my butt. Jerry Jones can't manage his way out of a paper bag. The organization is the wealthiest one in sports, period (not just football), but they can't pick a decent coach. All the money, notoriety and talent in the world and they still suck, both as human beings and as football players.
I love to hate 'em. I really do. I became an Eagles fan a few years ago mostly because I hate Dallas. But I genuinely like Philly. Donovan McNabb is a good quarterback - I enjoy watching him play. And he's not an egg-sucking waste of oxygen like Michael Vick, who WAS my favorite QB, period. (Sorry sack of crap.)
But this season...oh, man. Dallas was 4-0 until tonight. I tuned in to Monday Night Football because I expected Buffalo to stomp some Cowboy butt. And until the last few minutes of the fourth quarter, I was getting my way.
Did I mention that I'm a native Texan? Oh, and I live near Dallas. You REALLY have to hate a team to live practically in their back yard, but still not cheer for them. Just so you all know.
I laughed my butt off every time Romo screwed up. Meaning, of course, that I laughed almost non-stop considering that he threw FOUR interceptions. Bad day for that guy to be behind the ball.
Buffalo had everything going for them for the first half. They were moving the ball, scoring, humiliating Dallas...outstanding game, at least until the second half.
Dallas should not have won. I'm still in shock because I don't see HOW they even got the opportunities that they did. The blown two-point conversion really should have been the end of the game. But no. Dallas managed to do a good job with the offside kick. Then they kicked the winning field goal...TWICE because Buffalo psyched them out by calling a time-out right before the snap that led to the first one.
Buffalo should have won. They should have OWNED Dallas.
I'm just glad that I didn't have any cash on this game.
I am in the middle of a long-term, wild love affair with poker. Long before Hold 'Em was popular, I was playing cards with anybody who wanted to win some chips off me. (It's a good thing, I think, that we members of the Borroum clan have never bought in for chips. We've always just divided up the chips and started playing. Nobody loses anything but a little dignity...or a lot of dignity, in my case.)
So I suck at poker. If I played for money, I'd be relegated to one-cent antes because it would take me all of two hands to lose everything. But I play a lot online, and "for real," and I read about the game as much as I can. I'm getting better but, more importantly, I love this game more and more with each hand. (Even the big ones that I lose.)
The only thing that I really, truly loathe about poker is not the fact that I can't afford to play for money. It's not the fact that I live in Texas, where there is no such thing as a casino (much less a legal card table). I'm not even too terribly bothered by the fact that I am never going to find a set of poker chips that makes me happy, but costs less than fifty bucks.
I hate Norman Chad's endless commentary.
He's the sidekick on the World Series of Poker. Lon -the straight man to Chad's idiotic banter - is great. I like listening to what Lon has to say. I often learn something from the guy even though he's not really trying to teach viewers anything. He's just commenting on what's bloody obvious to more experienced poker players and fans - but I learn anyway, which is awesome in my book.
But listening to Norman Chad's pathetic jokes, insults directed at players and generally-rude remarks is a form of torture that should not be legal. When he's not ripping on how players are dressed, he's calling them names. When he's not whipping out fourth-grade insults, he's making endless references to his failed marriages. And when he's not doing that, he's making sad little jokes about the cards.
He's a big weenie - and many WSOP viewers agree with me on that. Check any Internet forum or message board devoted to poker and you'll read plenty of threads and posts about how much this guy's commentary stinks. He has some fans, yes, but they aren't exactly the majority.
I wish that my TV could selectively mute. I would seriously block out every single word coming out of Norm's mouth, leaving Lon's semi-intelligent commentary and the soft, sweet sounds of the chips.
