Hey, Marlon Byrd survived the All-Star Game, and Joey Votto is somehow pissed about that. I’ll tell you who DIDN’T survive the All-Star Game. George Steinbrenner. Seriously, he didn’t. Tips, as always, are wrapped in swaddling clothing and raised as my own. Roundup time.
- There are many ways to ruin a relationship. Just ask Anita. Here are a bunch of them.
- Everyone loves Joe Posnanski, so clearly everyone will love the 100 best movies he’s ever seen. It’s the greatest misapplication of the transitive property since the last one.
- Kiss your afternoon goodbye with these aliens.
- Famous last words. No, wait. FUNNY last words.
- Who voices your favorite Simpsons characters? Well, Phil Hartman. But he’s dead. So now it’s these people.
- Happy 30th birthday, Big League Chew.
- What if summer blockbuster movie posters were honest? Well, we probably wouldn’t go see them.
- We really are doomed in 2012! DOOOOOOM!!!
- The periodic table of swearing doesn’t include all the ones I know.
- Take a right on Tank Destroyer.
- Match these lyrics to their corresponding sitcom theme songs.
- Theirs was a love that could never be!
- Super-easy mode!
- Oh, the power of helvetica.
- The TDubbs school of driving.
- What (who?) we need is Willie Mays Hayes. (HT: Ryan)
- This cannot be real. No man would ever willingly dress like that. (HT: Tom Trebelhorn)
- Oh, great. Now sharks are invisible. (HT: EnricoPallazzo)
- The Geico guy is creepy, but this commercial is pretty awesome.
- So THAT’S where Princess Leia was hiding.
- TWEET OF THE WEEK: Our good friend PAUL SULLIVAN passes on a Derrek Lee dig on Ken Rosenthal. “D-Lee’s friends tell @Ken_Rosenthal he’d waive no-trade: D-Lee sez: ‘I would bet that not one of my friends knows who Ken Rosenthal is.’” Nice.
- NIGHTMARE FUEL OF THE WEEK: A collection of prison tattoos. “That’s not nightmare fuel!” you exclaim. Oh, did I mention that the tattoos ARE STILL ATTACHED TO THE PRISONERS?
- FEED READ OF THE WEEK: Forgotten Bookmarks. I always use one of my old baseball cards.
Enjoy the beginning of our inevitable march toward a third-place finish!
-Sweet Uncle Lou
