Before I get started, I would like to make it clear that I do not work for HBO and I am not (unfortunately) getting paid to write this post. If HBO would like to pay me to write this post, they know where to find me! I’m sure you guys, as my fans, know a little about just how good HBO’s sports coverage can be. Despite the 2008 cancellation of Inside the NFL (a Sunday morning staple for 31 years), HBO continues to provide top notch sports coverage, whether it be news or op/ed pieces. HBO’s lineup includes such hits as 24/7 (one of my favorite concepts), Real Sports with Bryant (not Barney) Gumble, and Hard Knocks (tremendous). It seems like the people at HBO, maybe because they don’t have to worry about network standards and practices, are consistently coming up with new and edgier ways to cover the sports world. This brings us, finally, to the point. I really Like Face Off with Max Kellerman, and I think you will too.
Archive for July, 2011
I feel like we have been a little remiss in covering the whole NFL lockout fiasco over the last ten weeks or so. This is mostly because I don’t really care about millionaires trying to get more millions fighting billionaires trying to make more billions. Now that the lockout has ended, we can get back to the business of reporting and editorializing on the happenings of the NFL. Yesterday we gave our opinion on the horrible new Brett Favre rumors (go away please!!). Yesterday, the big news I saw was that Carson Palmer, who has been requesting a trade at least since the end of last season, is set to retire rather than play for the Cincinnati Bengals this year. I suggest Carson look in the mirror, then at his stat sheet, realize he’s being a baby bitch and lace up his cleats to play in 2011.
Before you guys get all offended with me, I am not wishing death on Brett Favre because I wish him erased from the face of the Earth. I don’t wish him harm because I dislike him, nor do I wish his family to be left without a father. I also wouldn’t wish the women he harasses and sends cock pictures to to be left without that. Nothing inside me would take any pleasure in the death of Brett Favre. I just think it’s the only way he will ever retire for real. He’s gonna have to be deep in the cold, cold ground before he hangs up his cleats. If that’s what needs to happen for him to finally go away forever, then, to quote the great Russian champion Ivan Drago, “If he dies… he dies.”
Jobu celebrates Uruguay’s Copa América championship.
So I know I don’t normally do news type posts because we’re more of an opinion/editorial type blog, but I had to report one bit of news today at least. The chance to report a Copa América championship comes along only once every four years. Also, I’m from Uruguay and I’m the head writer/editor for Jobu’s Rum (which means i can write about whatever I want), so here we go. I’ll try to keep it short for any sad Paraguayans (or Argentinians) that are reading.
Jobu discusses Uruguay’s chances in the 2011 Copa América tournament.
Wednesday night, Paraguay beat Venezuela in penalty kicks and advanced to the finals of the Copa América to face none other than my own home country, Uruguay (¡¡Arríba la Celeste, carajo!!). Needless to say, I’m excited about watching this game on Sunday afternoon, and so is my brother, my dad, my aunts and uncles, some family friends, my cousins and about 3.5 million other Uruguayans. So why should you give a crap?