1.9.07

I May Not DVR Episode II...

I finally got around to watching the new American Gladiators last night. Here are my observations--in no particular order:

1. It is so contrived and stupid that I may start watching professional wrestling again.
2. I'm guessing the producers of this show are thrilled at the writer's strike, as otherwise it would be cancelled long before we reach the finals.
3. What is the over/under on number of days after the season is over that "Crush" announces that she's posing for Playboy? 1?
4. "Wolf" will stop howling by the third episode, as it was overdone by about his second howl.

5. Did anyone notice that the announcer was never identified?
6. My favorite part was when the Physical Therapist replaced the Toilet Paper Salesperson because of injury and said something like, "I'll do it for you." and Leila Ali mustered every ounce of estrogen in her body, to sound matronly saying, "Aww, that's sweet." but sounded less like Sally Field than she did a minefield.
7. The production team was foreward-thinking in choosing Justice, the only black gladiator, to handle the gun in Assault.
8. The announcer telling the audience that the gladiator had given a contestant, "A facial."

Here is the worst part: The events are still supremely entertaining. If they could eliminate the announcing, the interviews and the obviously well-trained audience, the show could be tolerable...






My Submission...


Jeffrey Ross was on ESPN Radio in LA yesterday, promoting the Mike and Mike Celebrity Roast on Friday in Atlantic City.



He asked people to email him jokes via myspace because he doesn't know much about most of the presenters (who include: Mike Ditka, Dick Vitale, Charlie Weis, Trey Wingo, Mark Schlereth, Frank Caliendo and others...)

My submission was as follows:

Mark Schlereth retired as an NFL offensive-lineman after twelve seasons in 2000. At age 34, he decided to make a goal, that he would drop enough weight and get into good enough shape to be a male underwear model...which is pretty impressive...
This is a far cry from Mike Greenberg, who made a goal for himself at 34 to plow a male underwear model...

Rock-Pillow B--No that doesn't work...

I woke up this morning (early, as it is now 6:18 and I'm in the airport) to find a text-message from a friend that read, "If the Flinstones were gay, what would you call them?" I have a feeling that was the premise to a joke that isn't appropriate for publishing---but all I could come up with was the "Lickstones".

If you have better ideas...send them my way.

Quick One...

Sorry for a short one today and no blog tomorrow...travel schedules are going to make it impossible to get anything done.

The one bright spot is that work left me in the Bay Area for Thursday and Friday--so I was able to extend the trip and will almost certainly have some tales of swashbuckling, drunken adventures for you come Monday.

Have a good weekend...come on Huskies...


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