Everyone knows that football is the most popular game of this era. Does it have anything to do with the fact that they seem to have the CBA that most heavily benefits the owners? Does the fact that franchises can just cut someone loose with out having a Steve Francis situation make competititveness more feasible year in and year out?
I guess what i’m asking is this:
As far as being good for the game, is what’s good for the owners good for the sport?
Posted per Kent’s request.
Yesterday the wife and I were on our way home from a firework display by our house. While we were on one of those little ramps that goes from the intersection to the sidewalk, I noticed that I had to tie my shoe. So I bent over for literally like 5 seconds to resecure the laces, so I didn’t trip and kill myself. Well, I’m not down there 3 seconds, when I hear “Excuse me.”
I look up and it’s a woman pushing another woman in a wheelchair. She needs the ramp. That’s fine. But why can’t she wait like 2 more seconds. She can see what I’m doing. It’s not like I’m setting up camp. I’m tying my freaking shoe. Let me finish up, and I will be out of your way. There was no poisonous gas seeping down on us. Just a person who feels like she doesn’t have to wait. I guess I’m just saying handicapped people think they are royalty in our country. And they should all be killed.
Headed home from a party off of Piedmont Park, we were witness to an impressive fire in an apartment building last night.
As we were leaving, and walking to our car, one of our friends came running up and told us that the building we had parked in front of was on fire. John and Leslie managed to make it past the building to the car before the flames really started, but Ileana and I were lagging behind. It was hard to tell which building was on fire, since we didn’t hear the original story.
As we headed up the street, pretty much unaware of how serious the fire was, the fire trucks pulled up, and the next thing we knew, flames were shooting out over our heads from the second story window above us. It was incredibly hot. We were driven back, but John and Leslie were able to get to the car and move it before anything happened.
Here’s some pictures I took with my cellphone. They are bad, but you get the idea.
The flames really felt like the came out of nowhere. One second there was a little smoke, the next second, a huge fireball spitting out the window. I believe everyone got out of the building ok.
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Ladies and Gentlemen of the elbuzzard.com….in a spectacle worthy of a sports article by the Great David P…Mr. Kent, the Buzzard himself, pulls his nubile form into the pink glow of fame and golden destinies!
In a radical attempt to capture the magical, horrific, and often times perverse realm of Paul Soileau’s mind, our brave soldiers, Kent and Brent, took on the task of immortalizing a psychological brainwave for the year 2007! After being briefed one evening on the many influences in Mr. Soileau’s life….which, in a nutshell, could be described in the phrase…”Like a Broadway Sex Hammer”…(or something in that vein), our two boys took it upon themselves to delve into their uncanny world of music and hymns to create the ultimate mix CD’s.
After both contestants completed said CD’s, even choosing 3 of the same artists!, it was time to pick the winner. Kent’s CD was described as:
” An electro-molasses of perversion and ache as this mix
began with a digital tone of smut. Dangerously supplied with songs of
past and present, this mix warbled on the curvy mule path of the Grand
Canyon, with a french influence that made the trek quite imaginary. A
risk of never reaching a grand height or a sullen dump made this mix a
middle thumper to boot. “
While BK’s Album received this review:
“Upbeat start to a mix with beaucoup choral activity
throughout disc, tempered with melancholy mud pits boiling
with electro beats from gay archives. An colossal collection composed
of sounds that were often a bit to polished and clean, especially in
the vocal department. Energetic songs of happiness made for enormous
kudos.”
Alas…Mr. Buzzard pulled ahead and took the greasy cup. A big hand to our two jetsetters of the music world. We hope that next year will be a monumental event full of richness, color, bravery, and gay young lads!
Adieu
Makes a change for a country other than the UK to be stirring the shite!
(The following picture could be construed as NWF)
A recurring feature on elbuzzard that no one appreciates are Brent and Kent’s biannual music reviews. It’s time for the best of the first half of 2007! This year, we made a concerted effort in the month of June to listen to every album that we had released this year. There was a lot of crap. Tons, in fact. We suffered through it, all for you.
Stuff we agree on.
Amy Winehouse – Back to Black
Kent: It was hard for me to decide which album between Amy Winehouse and Menomena as my favorite so far of 2007. I listened to Menomena so much more, but Winehouse is way more accessible, and fits into more situations. The production values on this record are what makes it so worthwhile, it’s beautifully recorded for a modern pop R&B album. Winehouse can really belt it out, too, and isn’t exactly what you would call shy with her lyrics either.
Brent: I have my darling wife to thank for getting this CD. I would encourage anyone I know to buy it. I would not encourage everyone to get the Menomena CD.
Arcade Fire – Neon Bible
Brent: Arcade Fire is great. I think bombastic is their strength. They seem to feel they have to balance it out with slower stuff. I do not agree.
Kent: I wasn’t blown away at first by this one, it seemed somehow less than Funeral. Eventually, I came to terms that they weren’t going to do the “Big Finish” thing that I loved on their first album and started to enjoy it more. Plus, they put on one of the best live shows I’ve seen.
Modest Mouse – We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
Brent: 2007 has been a sorry year for music so far. Lots of CD’s that have like 6 good songs, and nothing that is quality through and through. That said, this one, Arcade Fire, and Amy Winehouse come pretty darn close. Here’s my issue with James Mercer being on the album: It’s not bad…but I’d much rather have Isaac Brock singing those lines. If I were him, I wouldn’t let anyone sing with me except maybe Joanna Newsome or Tom Waits. So you cut out the songs that the Shins guy ruins, and you have a very solid album.
Kent: BK likes this album up until the guy from the Shins makes an appearance. I think the album is ok until the guy from the Shins makes an appearance and then it gets really good.
From my walk to work this morning:
Atlanta Pride is this weekend in our neighborhood. It’s one of the most fun times Atlanta has to offer. The Buffalo kids always throw a big party, usually involving hot dogs and a megaphone.
And after looking at that link, Debbie Gibson sure has come a long way…. I hope she’s in the parade.
Should I be afraid of this band? They look like little boys with soft smooth skin and red butt cheeks. I remember you all speaking of them in the previous post.