Thursday, October 29, 2009

Pay College Football Players Now

Dez Bryant, Sam Bradford cases should lead prospect to turn pro - Andy Staples - SI.com


In his article in Sports Illustraded, Andy Staples argues wisely that college football players should leave college and enter the NFL as soon as they have a chance at being drafted in the first round of the NFL Draft. Players selected in the first round are guranteed between $10 million and $40 million depending on where they are drafted in the first round. Many people will argue that a player should stay in college to get the full college experience and be fully prepared for professional football. The truth, however, is that players talented enough to be drafted in the first round are already playing professional college football.


If the NCAA and its universities and fans actually want players to stay in college then they should pay players to stay. The test cases this year have been players like Sam Bradford, Jevan Snead, and Colt McCoy who chose to stay in college versus players like Matthew Stafford, Mark Snachez, and Josh Freeman who all chose to enter the NFL Draft. In Staples' article he points to injuries, unfavorable scheduling, and general unluckiness for Bradford and Snead. Meanwhile, Stafford, Sanchez and Freeman all have guranteed multi-million dollar contracts and starting quarterback jobs in the NFL. Big-time college football programs make and spend tens of millions of dollars every year, yet the referees and scoreboard opperators make more money than the Vince Youngs and Tim Tebows of college football.

College football claims to be the new American pastime but if it wants to retain that position it needs to start paying its star players to stay otherwise we are going to end up with JJ Redicks and Adam Morrisons as our Heisman Trophy candidates instead of the Herschal Walkers and Charles Woodsons who make college football so special.

Friday, October 16, 2009

A Regular in the Sideyard


Funny Kid Isnt Sorry About Huge Party - Watch more Funny Videos

I want to get this kid to contribute to our blog, I really feel like he'd have a lot to add. He would share deep thoughts like "Beer makes you swole" and "I wonder what it would be like to be a doughnut, but just for a little while." I bet he really relates to that Sum 41 lyric "the doctor said my mom should have had an abortion." If he would contribute to this blog even once it would be his greatest (and probably only) positive contribution to mankind.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Drew Brees Target Practice

Drew Brees beats an Olympic Archer at target Practice.

This is absolutely insane and it shows why he is one of the best quarterbacks in the NFL. Brees needs to get some playoff wins to be considered in the all time categories but his numbers are going to be Marino like (also limited playoff success) when it's all said and done.

Who needs military technology when we have alpha bad asses like Drew Brees? On a side(yard)note I wish we could watch Mariano Rivera or Tim Lincecum do this same competition.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Random Thoughts of the Day

I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?

Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

That's enough, Nickelback.

I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

There is a great need for sarcasm font.

Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the fuck was going on when I first saw it.

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

The other night I hit a new low at an open bar. I had already hopped on highway blackout when, inevitably I had to find a bathroom. Eventually I decided it was probably on the other side of the bar so I tried to walk over there, but ran into a guy coming the other way. We played that, Both go left, Both go right game to no avail, so I finally put out my hand to guide myself past and that’s is when I realized, yup, that’s a mirror I just tried to walk through. And the guy on the other side is me. Even cats can re cognize their own image.

How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

Was learning cursive really necessary?

Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.

Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".

I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"

What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

I would like to officially coin the phrase 'catching the swine flu' to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an overweight woman. Example: "Dave caught the swine flu last night."

I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

Bad decisions make good stories

Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!

Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?

If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.

There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'

While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA. No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.

Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...

It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.
taken from an email by Hannah Short

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Jorts: Appropriate Sideyard Apparel

Jort (pl. Jorts)- a portmanteau of “jean-shorts”, is a garment worn by women or men that covers the pelvic area, the buttocks, and the upper part of the legs (typically the part above the knee). Jorts are made only from denim.

The distance of the hem on a pair of shorts from the wearer’s knee, is usually an index of how seriously you can take said individual. The closer to the knee cap, the more legitimate the person. As you start to drift up toward the quads or down near the ankles, legitimacy dwindles with every inch. Of course, the previous discretionary statements only apply to khaki shorts.

As the mullet of the pants world, jorts can only signal illegitimacy (see also: sloppy dance floor make-outs, watching for family members on "Cops" or actually having a mullet). Are jorts classier that Daisy Dukes? Hardly, considering they’re just two sides of the same trashy, denim coin. Nevertheless, “jorts” is less clichéd and that’s something. So grab a fizzy drink and show'em your reverse tornado.


Jort with us.
Chike,
The Jester.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Dancing in the Sideyard

Sideyard Significance

We've been prophesizing from various sideyards for some time now, and with the internet recklessly promoting the creativity of our clearly less evolved peers, it's come time to join the blogosphere fight and assert our superiority over a wider audience. But at what cost? Too many current affairs and pop culture antics have gone un-policed while we've been loitering in our afforementioned margins of victory. These threats to our collective well being will no longer be tolerated. We are a beacon of hope for fellow sideyard junkies to call "Bullshit" and "Shotgun."

By this time many of you may be wondering just what the hell a sideyard or sideyard junkie might be, so let's take this time to clarify. The physical definition of a sideyard is largely self-explanatory. It's the sliver of land you proudly claim as your own between your castle and wherever your neighbor stops cutting your grass. Seemingly harmless during the day, these numerous locations, like vampires, come alive at night with an array of underground festivities. These nightly transformations give every sideyard magical potential. Often catalyzed by intoxicants, sideyard extracurriculars include escaping from one's abode to engage in all the activities described in Steve Miller's "The Joker" and all the worst parts of the Bible. Of course the most common occurence is drunk friends making topical opinions and points. These conversations are inspring, entertaining, and momentous; forgettable and life-changing at the same time; a welcome paradox of immaturity and intelligence.

Anyone can enter the sideyard, but so can a dog. Hell if a squirrel can waterski and a monkey can fly a spaceship then I'd bet some asshat has taught his Chihuahua to surf the Internet. Ok, so we will be commenting unconstructively on politics, economics, art, religion, sports, weather, and lots of other cool shit that other "writers" just won't talk about right.