Mssrs Marchand and Middlebrooks, Boston sportsfankind thanks you for your Thursdays. Obviously Mr. Marchand delivered on a SLIGHTLY larger stage, in an environment replete with, oh, just a weeeeee bit more pressure (and with a sweetass assist from Mr. Bergeron, no less). But still - these dudes were the chief operating officers of the “Send ‘Em Home Happy Society: Boston Sports Division” Thursday night, and I, like you, and one and many, couldn’t be friggin happier. I hope whoever saw them wherever they were postgame made sure to buy them a beer / offered sex / maybe did both. Whatever. It was a tense sportsnight that had a surprisingly double kickass finish.
S’go Beez! What a week to be black ‘n gold. And welcome back, tingly winning Sox feelings. Missed that the last 2 weeks. #NoBromo
Watching this, it almost had the feeling of a slightly end-of-the-world kinda broadcast at times, like maybe those were starving, crazed zombies outside the windows, and it was only a matter of time before they broke through and ultimately ate the brains of the hosts. Well, something like that. Bruins fans definitely are no zombies, but they damn well deserved to act apocalyptically crazed after that win Monday night. Woulda been kinda cool if the glass came down, admit it.
In hockey terms, the words “epic comeback” belong to the Beez until further notice.
In every sporting event there are winners, and there are losers. And being a loser sucks harder when it comes in overtime. After blowing a 3 goal lead. And you’re amongst 100,000 hosers. In hockey jerseys.
S’go Beez! The word epic feels as though it doesn’t live up to your comeback tonight. Way to be #BOSTONSTRONG
If you like filth, fun, four letter words, roasts, rowdiness and Rodman then you should enjoy the hell out of this clip. I had the chance to roast none other than one of the original “Bad Boys”, The Worm himself, Dennis Rodman, at the legendary Friar’s Club in NYC back on March 15th, 2013. Right at the hilt of his recent craziness, following the North Korea and Vatican City papal selection visits. Ripe for the picking he was. A prime candidate for mockery and mayhem. Lemme tell you, we busted some serious basketballs this night. And Worm, who I used to love to root against but now kinda can dig, was more than a gracious sport. Ether that or he’s so far gone from this world…whatever the case this was a freakin’ treat. Kick back, relax, pop a cold one (or 3) and enjoy at the expense of someone more famous, and self-destructive, than you or I.
Your GFY of the Day for Thursday, May 9th, 2013 - Because you needed another reason to root against/really dislike the Heat, right? I’m telling you, it’s a great world. It’s people that can make it suck. Especially Grade-A assholes like these two. And nice work by the “security” guard to her right.
I got no dog in their race. Still, I do hope a blimp filled with diarrhea and broken glass dildos crashes into her house or tanning salon soon.