Monday, August 13, 2007

Sockless Says. “Novak, I Demand a Piddle Test”

Novak Djokovic beat Roger Federer on Sunday ( 7-6, 2-6, 7-6) to pocket $400,000 at the Rogers Cup in Montreal. I know what you’re thinking. Who the hell cares? I certainly didn’t until I dug a little deeper. Novak not only dethroned Federer, but also beat Rafael Nadal and Andy Roddick in the same tournament. He knocked off the top 3 tennis players in the world in one tournament. Talk about being suspect. Djokovic was a combined 0-7 against Federer and Nadal this year heading into the event. All of the sudden he ends up beating both of them in less then 4 days time? He’s made a lot of progress in the professional rankings over the last year or so. Rising from 83rd all the way to the top 20 in the last year, and now, after this win, he will take over Roddick’s #3 position. I know that Djokovic is only 20, but in an era plagued with steroids, it’s not unreasonable to suggest that something might be up.


I’ll tell you what needs to happen with Djokovic moving forward:

  1. Check the surface of his ass and in between the toes for needle marks, we might have a juicer on our hands.
  2. Avoiding placing too much emphasis on noticeable mood swings and acne flair ups, which are usually tell-tale signs. At the tender age of 20, they might just be part of the physical maturation process.
  3. Don’t, for any reason leave, this man alone with women or children unless we want to see something Benoit-esque. I don’t know how appropriate that was, but I’m guessing not very.

In conclusion, Nadal is nearly impossible to beat, even when he’s not playing on clay. He is like a jumping bean on the court and his energy and shot making ability make him the only man who can consistently give Federer trouble. So that victory was hard to believe, but everyone assumed it was just a little luck. However, nobody beats Federer on a consistent basis. Every time I think of Federer, images of Ivan Drago from Rocky 4 pop into my head. Roger is that intimidating, and Djokovic needed a “Rockyian” effort to pull off the upset. Yes, I just used Rockyian, and I think its going to stick. This victory indicates that foul play is a pretty big possibility.

I hope the International Tennis Federation does their god-forsaken job. They should test Novak, and while they’re at it, throw Serena a piss cup. I think the results could be surprising, from both a steroids standpoint, and the ever popular “I think Serena is definitely a dude” standpoint.

-Sockless Dilemma with a little help from. (Sorry, I had to give myself a pat on the back.)

Was our Editor in Federer’s Head?

How can you blame Roger for being scared?

So, it was all lined up for Roger Federer. He’s the best tennis player of all time. He’s close to breaking every tennis record in history. He had won 16 straight Master’s Series' Rogers Cup matches; including three for three in his last three tries. Almost everything pointed towards another Federer route on Sunday in Montreal. A 50th tournament victory seemed all but guaranteed as he matched up with Novak Djokovic So, when Federer lost (6-7,6-2,6-7) on Sunday, I needed an explanation.

I can think of only one plausible reason. Something shocking, something unnerving, something majestic was happening yesterday as Roger tried to win another tournament. As his match drew near, a young Logan Conner was boarding a plane that would soon be landing in Europe. His destination: Switzerland. Move over Roger, there was soon to be a new sheriff in town. Well, that’s assuming there are sheriffs in Switzerland, if not, replace sheriff with soldier.

Did Federer catch wind of this news? Was Log in Federer’s head? I wouldn’t blame Federer for being intimated. Log plans on “raping and pillaging that damn country until it bleeds Irish Green.”, which are his words. Ya, it shocked me to, but he seemed serious.

Immediately after that comment Log screamed “I HATE SWISS ARMY KNIVES” as he pounded on his chest.

Federer now knows that Switzerland is no longer safe. An angry, almost famous blog editor plans on stealing a lot of the spotlight, and Federer’s girlfriend if he gets a chance. I just hope the country is big enough for the two of them. I literally couldn’t understand how Federer lost. Either Logan, our esteemed editor, was in Fed’s head, or his opponent, Novak Djokovic, was on steroids. Hmmm, I think Sockless might have his own theory on Federer’s loss.

A month ago I asked Logan, "What are you going to do when you get to Switzerland?"

He responded not with words, but with the picture you see at the top of the page. It makes so much sense now.

To be continued……like any of the great TGIF Full House Episodes that you just couldn’t wait for back in the day.

7th Floor Crew: Where are they Now?

Some consider the 7th Floor Crew a simple one-hit wonder, think Baha Men if their song wasn’t titled “Who Let the Dogs Out,” instead, “Who Let the Dogs In (My Girlfriend’s Vagina).” However, a simple comparison fails to adequately describe this group’s cultural impact. Their impact on male sexuality is tough to gauge, but I’d compare it to the work of Susan B. Anthony for women in the late 19th Century. They’ve sparked a new dialogue between men and women. Men can now feel comfortable asking women if it’d be possible for them to “get mudded” or “run a man train up in them,” just a few years ago, that conversation would have been impossible.

Since the song’s release back in 2004, the identities of all nine University of Miami rappers have finally been uncovered which begs the obvious question, where are they now?

Greg Olsen- aka “G-Reg”

Famous Lyrics: “(What’s your name?)/G-Reg/(What’d you do?)/Get head/(How you do it?)/Drop my drawers and let her see me third leg; Chillin on the 7th floor, I gotta let these chickens know, Big Greg is in the house, And I’m fi’n’ to make these hoes choke, On my balls, on my dick, Then I bust a nut quick, On her face, on her chest, Stick my dick between her breasts, Come on fellas lets get weird, Sick your dick up in her ear, While I’m laughin’ at these guys, A second nut all in her eyes”

Where is he now? Olsen is arguably the most famous member of the 7th Floor Crew (because he's white); he was picked in the first round of the 2007 NFL Draft by the Chicago Bears at pick #31. By joining the Bears and Rex “Sex Cannon” Grossman, the threat of a man train is ever-present amongst their opposition’s cheerleaders. Overall, Olsen has, sadly, stayed out of trouble since leaving Miami.

Brandon Meriweather- aka “Hollaman”

Famous Lyrics: “I fucked this bitch on the beach last night, This bitch was talking ‘bout how her pussy was hurtin;’ Bitch, I don’t give a fuck, let that shit burn, bitch I still want to hit that ass”

Where is he now? Judging by the lyrics, you can already tell that Meriweather is one of the classier members of the group. He doesn’t give a shit if you have a sandy vagina, or even an STD. He can’t possibly know what that bitch’s burn is, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take. His risk-taking nature with vagina has translated well to the gridiron and also the parking lot. In 2006 when his teammate Willie Cooper (aka Dub-C [see below]) was shot in the ass, Meriweather returned fire. He wasn’t charged with a crime in this incident because, shockingly, his gun was owned legally. Also in 2006, he was a major part of the Miami/Florida International brawl; he was the one stomping on FIU players on the ground. In 2007, he was drafted by the New England Patriots with the 24th pick. The Patriots are confident they can reform him into a “Belichick guy,” they even brought in Randy Moss to speed up that process.

Jon Beason- aka “Big Beast”

Famous Lyrics: “Actin’ all innocent last night suckin’ TG’s dick, Held up on the back of the head ‘til she swallowed all of it, Nigga even told me the bitch didn’t spit, It’s cool ‘cause you know, we a tag team, Whenever we fuck a bitch, you know my boys are on the crime scene”

Where is he now? Big Beast was drafted by the Carolina Panthers in the 2007 Draft with the 25th pick. He recently concluded a two-week holdout; apparently the sticking point was Beason’s insistence on the reinstatement of two lesbian Panther cheerleaders. His request was not honored, but in the NFL there will be plenty of bitches for Beason and, new best friend, Jake Delhomme to tag team.

Tavares Gooden- aka “T-Good”

Famous Lyrics: “She found out there was more to Miami than just a football team, There’s also the 7th floor king ding-a-ling, She thought 5-2 was just my number, Then she realized, You multiply the bitch up, Dog you get my dick size, First I put it in the pussy, Then in the butt, That’s all pro dog, The condom is filled up”

Where is he now? Tavares is still at the U, but, most impressively, he finished a double major in liberal arts and criminology in just three years. He clearly wrote his part of this song before the sexual harassment chapter in his criminology class, we can assume he’s since learned his lesson. Gooden is looking to start this year at linebacker, reports from Miami summer practice show that he will be involved in a four-man rotation at linebacker, he’s had a lot of experience with four-man rotations (albeit, in that ass), so he could be in for a breakout year.

GoMarvelous- aka “Marvelous”

Famous Lyrics: “Would you cry like you a bitch or would you try to hate on me don’t matter to me chief that’s why or ass stay lonely, I stay rubbin', stay sqeezin’ that ass for days, Don’t throw your ass at me playa, that’s how Marvelous gets paid, I keep gettin laid, No matter the time of the day, No matter about where she stay, Keep breaking her off and shaking that dick up in yours A”

Where is he now? Marvelous was the mastermind behind the entire production, he’s currently a Miami-area producer; he didn’t actually play football. His name is actually GoMarvelous, that's the only name he goes by 'since birth,' I don’t really understand that, but he actually seems to be doing pretty well for himself. He’s got his own label, GoMarvelous Entertainment Inc. I have no confirmation, but my guess is he’s also driving an Escalade. Here’s a link to his myspace page, if you’re one of those emo freaks with a myspace page, please thank him for bringing the 7th Floor Crew to all of us.

The news on the rest of the crew, “Big Nick” (Nick Nucci), Lil’ Newt (Darnell Jenkins), Dub C (Willie Cooper, shot in ass), and T-Buck (Tavarous Bain) is not so happy. As the story goes, Big Nick tried to sling dick at Ned’s sister after the Miami/FIU game. In retaliation, Ned beat each of these men senseless with his crutches. It was a very dark ending to four very bright futures. (full disclosure … that was a lie, I have no idea what happened to those people, they’re all pieces of shit)


7th Floor Crew Rap

Umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, ella,eh

My two favorite songs? How in the heck did I leave these two off my favorite bands list I talked about on an earlier podcast? Lyrics for Umbrella if you want to sing along.

Umbrella Ella Ella Ella Eh EH,lla. Jay-z looks fat, but I have his Roca Wear globe shirt so I ain'ts juding da fool. Yes, that last line indicates a new gangster twist I will be incorporating in articles this week. Ehh, ehh, ehh, ella, eh, eh,under my ehh, ella




Side 2 Side- "This is a dance song for all my thugs in the back of the club who don't dance "-1st line of song. Hmm, interesting quote.



"I got a big ole cock, I love a bitch with a big ole bra." Ya, Three 6 Mafia, way to go.

I'm just bitter because they've made more money then I ever will, talking about penis size and bras.

The Indians and Tigers are Acting Like a Gay Couple (Not That There’s Anything Wrong with That)

This AL Central “race” has shades of the tortoise vs. the tortoise. In their last 22 games, the Indians and Tigers are 10-14 and 8-16, respectively. It has gotten so bad that the Twins are only 7 games back and the Yankees and Mariners are tied for the lead in the Wild Card, with the Indians trailing by 1.5 games. In fact, the Tigers have won only 5 of their last 17 and the Indians just got swept by the Yankees in Cleveland. I can just imagine Eric Wedge and Jim Leyland, at Baskin Robbins, sitting on the same side of a four-person booth with a hot fudge brownie sundae:

Wedge: You can take the first bite
Leyland: No, you take it!
Wedge: No, no, no. I want you to have it!
Leyland: (giggling) Okay, fine! (takes a puff from his cigarette, then takes a bite)


Tuesday the 14th, the Tigers will be going to Cleveland for an infamous two game series that is sure to be a split, with blown saves by Joe Borowski and Todd Jones on the horizon. And people make fun of the NL.

Easy Street, Well Kind of


Ernie Els, the Big Easy, finished 3rd yesterday at the PGA Championship. Ernie played well in the last two majors of the year, and actually had a chance to win this weekend’s event had a couple more putts dropped. He was within two of Tiger on the back, but failed to capitalize on some short birdie attempts.

I decided to look into Els’ performance in Majors over the past 8 years, and his results are staggering. He really is one of the greatest golfers of the Tiger era, and with a little more luck, he would have been considered one of the all time greats.

Our saviors at Wikipedia provide us with a graphical analysis:

Tournament

2000

2001

2002

2003

2004

2005

2006

2007

The Masters

2

T6

T5

T6

2

47

T27

CUT

U.S. Open

T2

T66

T24

T5

T9

T15

T26

T51

The Open Championship

T2

T3

1

T18

2

T34

3

T4

PGA Championship

T34

T13

T34

T5

T4

DNP

T16

3

Yellow is pretty good. Ernie has played in 31 majors since 2000 and finished 6th or better in 15 of them. He was only able to capture the British in 2002. So 48%, of the time he’s beating at least 98% of the field. He just struggles with that other 2%. I always feel bad for guys who are close so many times. I have a lot of respect for Ernie as he’s a class act, and has never bitched about his ongoing “Bridesmaid” status.(Sorry Buzz) I know a few players who could learn from him, cough, Sergio. One would think he was from Cleveland, and not South Africa. I hope he’s able to keep his game sharp. I look forward to him playing well at the Masters in 8 months. Wow, eight months seems a long time away.

I can’t feel too bad for Ernie though. He’s collected almost $30 million in tournament winnings, and has a really cool accent. Two things I long for everyday.


Chasing Barr: Bobby Jenks


Yesterday afternoon Bobby Jenks tied a record that you've probably never heard of. It's not quite as popular as Cal Ripken's 2,632 consecutive games played or Joe Dimaggio's 56 game hitting streak but Jim Barr's 41 consecutive batters retired is an incredible feat that had not been equaled by anyone in Major League history until Jenks did it on Sunday. It's hard to put into words how impressive this actually is. It's hard enough to retire a major league hitter but Jenks, being a closer, has to face everyone in a pressure packed situation with the game on the line every single time. A closer look at the streak shows that since blowing a save against the Indians on July 17, he has made 13 consecutive appearances without hitting anyone, walking anyone or allowing a hit. Pretty remarkable stuff. His official line for the streak is 13 2/3 innings pitched, no walks, no hits, no runs and 13 strikeouts. No one seems to be talking about this though and I'm pretty sure it's because it's the White Sox and sadly, no one really gives a shit about the White Sox. Plus Jenks looks like a huge joke. Whatever. If this were Mariano Rivera or Jonathon Papelbon I think ESPN would literally hire someone to suck their respective dicks. On a side note, I have a pretty fun fact about Jenks. He never even played a single inning for his high school because his grades were so low that he was considered academically ineligble for his entire career. Now I'm not exactly sure what the minimum GPA needed is but it seems like you have to be dumb as shit to be ineligible for that long. Regardless, I think we can all agree that Jenks is a badass. The White Sox next game is Tuesday against the A's so it looks like he'll get a chance to break the record at some point in Oakland. However, knowing how bad the Sox are he may not get a save situation for awhile. So stay tuned.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Sockless Says, "Becks Gives Me Nightmares"

David Beckham sits out yet another game leaving the 32,000 fans in attendance wondering to themselves why they keep buying these 15 dollar 2 bit MLS tickets. The revolution set a record in attendance for a regular season game on Sunday. Fans flocked to Gillette Stadium in hopes of seeing Beckham on the pitch. The unsatisfied had to settle with watching Cobi Jones prance up and down the field. You can insert the Gun in your mouth NOW!! Beckham has almost compiled 40 minutes on the field since his traveling circus came to the United States in late July. If I was Beckham I wouldn’t risk getting hurt in a pointless MLS regular season game either. I, like him, would fake a month long ankle sprain (ha an ankle sprain…that’s the oldest trick in the book) and rest up for the exhibition against Germany on August 22nd and the European Championship qualifying matches against Israel & Russia in mid September. So if you really want to see Beckham play I would buy tickets for a game in Late September after he gets done with his more important international matches.

I attached the first draft of my letter I am writing to David Beckham. I just hope Beck's gets his hands on it before Posh cunt can throw it away.


Dear David,

You might have the United States fooled but there is no fucking way you’re gonna pull the same shit with me. I remember watching your arrival in LAX on TV one dreadful summer night not long ago. I laughed in my head and thought to myself this guys going to promote soccer in America? This guy doesn’t even start for Real Madrid and the L.A galaxy threw a 32.5 million dollar contract at you? Your skills are quickly fading and you’re sure as shit not getting any younger. I quickly tried to change that particular news channel, but there you were again and again and again. Suddenly the joke was over and the situation got serious. I pulled my blankets over my head and tried to quickly cry myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning sad and angry. I just want you to know I’m not pissed at you; I just question your decision making. I’m upset at the Galaxy and the media for blowing this situation entirely out of proportion. If the Galaxy were serious about “saving soccer”, they would have invested in a player who is exciting to watch like Ronaldinho, or Cristiano Ronaldo. As a matter of fact. I bet most of Europe is laughing at us dumb Americans for getting so excited about you coming here. Starting a mere 5 of 25 games for real Madrid just doesn’t cut it. If you were a real man with an ounce of dignity you, would have accepted the 2 year contract extension with your club team in Europe. With that extension you would accept the late game substitute role and add some flare towards the end of the match. If you did that I would respect you. Instead you come to America where soccer is a joke of a sport and everyone shits their pants upon your arrival. I just want to know what is going to happen when our high expectations for you don't meet up with your performances on the field? I think you might turn into a second guessing, unconfident version of A-Rod.. The media hoopla will be over and then I could get a piece of sound sleep at night! I just wanted to write this letter and let you know that I’m on to your games Mr. Beckham.

~Sockless Dilemma

p.s. Tell Posh to do something with that mop of a hair due on her bleached scalp. It makes her look like a bigger bitch than she already is.

Live Update: Tiger Tweaks Something

Tiger hit a ridiculous putt on #7 to take a four shot lead over Ernie Els today. The putt was a 25ft uphiller from the fringe. As the ball approached the cup, Tiger began moving to his left, getting ready for his standard Tiger fist pump. The putt dropped, Tiger pumped, and then, he tweaked his ankle or knee.

He tried to play it off like he was Joe Cool, but the limp was noticeable. I think the spikes got caught in the deep stuff around the green. Can you imagine if a fist pumped caused a torn ligament, and he couldn't pursue Jack's record for a year or two?

Quickly, Ernie just birdied to move to -5 under, Tiger bogeyed to move to -8 under, so the Big Easy is now only three off the lead. Ernie tore his ACL riding an intertube a few years back, so he must have some sympathy for Tiger. Tiger better be careful, between this and his "Swamp Ass", he might be in trouble.

You're too Drunk to Drive Home

Those crazy German's are at it again. This time, they've created something called "The Piss Screen", which attempts to prevent intoxicated people from driving home after a fun night out at the bars. Chris Henry and the Bengals have been partying in the wrong country!

I won't get into full details other than to say that a video game is installed over urinals, and men use their piss to play. The urinals have two sensors on opposite sides allowing men to control movement of the video car with their pee. The company hopes to scare people away from drunk driving by making them realize their reaction time has been drastically slowed down.

The overall design of the driving game was similar in style to that of Need for Speed, requiring relatively quick reactions. Obviously the more drunk you are, the slower your response, reinforcing the effects of alcohol to the gamer. The game ultimately culminates in a shocking crash-sequence, leaving the viewer with little doubt as to the repercussions of driving while drunk.


Good idea in theory maybe, but I'm thinking it might actually increase drunk driving. A little practice before the real deal never hurt, right? I'm a pretty huge ass, but I could see something like this actually pumping me up after a dozen too many drinks. Any competitor should feel the same way.

AI heard about the new fangled invention and said, "We talking about practice, man. We still talking about practice."



I'm just joking of course, I don't want the MADD coming after our little blog.

Crazy Germans