Houston Sports FaF Smear November 6th

Song of the Day – Yeah Sapphire – The Hold Steady

Jerrah (yeeeee-haawww!) thought he was doing Dallas a favor by building his billion dollar dream stadium, bringing Dallas all the revenue of the Super Bowl this year. However, considering the fact that the NBA All-Star game is going to be in Dallas in February also, Dallas authorities are now concerned about the number of whores that will be in town.

I’m not talking about the typical fake-tanned, fake-breasted, fake-personality types (you might as well just buy a fake woman… they can’t give you herpes) that usually hang around Dallas bars looking for wealthy guys, but real, actual pay-for-sex whores.  Well, upon further review I guess that there really is no difference… except the former case money isn’t directly exchanged for sex, only for bar-tabs and expensive dinners. Here’s an actual quote from the Dallas crime blog:

At the National Prostitute Diversion Conference today, Sgt. Louis Fellatio Felini said between 50,000 and 100,000 prostitutes could be in the metroplex for the Super Bowl. Felini noted that there is no way to truly predict the number of women who will come to the area for the purpose of prostitution.

Wait, they have a National Prostitute Diversion Conference??? How did they come up with that name? Are they diverting prostitutes? Where are they diverting them to, Fort Worth? Rest assured FaF will send law-enforcement field correspondent Moose Knuckle to learn how to get laid at next years NPDC, and he will write a 5,000 word sic’ed thesis on the event.

Now lets play a game. I’m going to give you an actual quote and you have to guess whether it was said by a police officer or prostitute

“We are definitely looking at reallocating resources, adjusting schedules so that we can meet the demands that are put on us.”

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FAF Opponent Essentials: Tulsa!

Each week, or when we feel like putting effort into it, FAF will size up our opponent, and provide you, our faithful readers, with plenty of fodder for hating the opposing team. Because that’s what we do at FAF. We don’t cheer our team on in a good-natured manner, to remain “classy” or “sportsmanlike” or “respectful”. We bring the mother effin’ pain in the form of the truth! If you can’t handle it, go reminisce about the Veer on Coogfans! This is the new era of UH, where we take no prisoners and rape and pillage on our way to championships! This week, Tulsa. And we are honored to have a special guest to tell us the highlights of his university…..

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Is that a beehive?

Hi, I’m Dr. Douchebag Phil. You might know me from my moderately famous, but now outdated TV show,where I act like an insufferable ass and talk down to people in an attempt to help them. Britney Spears? Totally fixed that psycho-bitch after I stormed into that hospital Norman Schwarzkopf-style and slapped her around something fierce.

But you might not realize that I played some football in my younger days. Actually you probably could tell, because I’m rather overweight. I played  a little linebacker for the Tulsa Golden Hurricane (I know, what the fuck is a Golden Hurricane, right? No idea). Here’s a few more things you might not know about my alma mater: Read More…

November 5th Houston Sports FaF Smear

Song of the day – Wolf Like Me -TV on the Radio


This swine flu, or H1N1 flu, is getting out of control! Your cats are now at risk. My job even issued “flu kits” to everyone on campus. This included cough drops, 2 different types of wet naps, tissues, and a one time use thermometer strip. All this came bundled in a nice little pouch for all the nerds to clip to their belt… How cute.

Somehow I wish that this were 1950, and I was in 3rd grade. I would get to miss learning cursive to watch a black and white video shown on a projector telling me that if I should see the swine flu, my only defense is to duck and cover, and that anyone who has the swine flu is a communist trying to spread their beliefs on me via this virus.

We’re all gonna die of swine flu!

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Teh Random Ramblingz

Song I say I listened to while writing this: Guess Who’s Back?

Song I actually listened to while writing this: Particle Man.

Song you would have listened to were you to be blogging: Put it in my Mouth.

I pray for a world where humans and turkeys can coexist peacefully.

That’s a ridiculous statement, right? Wrong. With Thanksgizzile coming up, it’s the worst time to declare a truce with turkeys.  This turkey treaty liberalism is precisely why the GOP lost in ‘06 and ‘08.  They should have hired me as a consultant (I am actually registered with both parties, so technically am half a Republican).  No matter what the polls say on turkey treaties, we do not negotiate with a weaker species like turkeys.  We pwn them.  There are no pacts between lions and men, nor between men and turkeys.  But I digress…

This adjustment to semi-retirement (andohbytheway I am semi-retired, and I mean it this time) has been strange because this time of the year is my sports sweet spot (TWSS). These are the things I care about:

  • being a good father
  • being awesome in general
  • professional basketball
  • my real job, interestingly enough (a recent rediscovery)

These are the things you care about:

  • football
  • Coogs
  • doing other dudes
  • going to hell for it.  sinners.

So November is awesome because of the convergence of everything sports we all love.  We made it through the dredges of summer with the smears (no thanks to Chad) even though the only game in town was the shitty Astros.  There is so much to write about now, but alas the complexities of life doesn’t leave room for a sole obsession on the Houston sports scene.  For example, The Random Baby is climbing (CLIMBING! Go watch my hastily made youtube videos of her doing stuff put to sentimental music – they’re like Baby One Tree Hill) on her bouncy chair – she is fixing to fall over every 5 seconds.  But the sports world marches on, and your interest in reading this is waning, so let’s stop our bitchin’ and get to it.

The Rockets. Happy start to the season, but so many things up in the air.  For full disclosure, I should say that I fall asleep before halftime of every game and then I wake up at 1 am and try to figure out what happened.  But the lack of accurate information has never stopped me from opining before, and it sure isn’t now. Here is what we know and don’t know so far.

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Houston FaF Smear (11/4/09)

Song of the Day: Yeah Yeah Yeahs – “Dull Life”

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Last night was a relatively slow sports night. Instead I went to go see the new Coen brothers’ movie, “A Serious Man” over at the River Oaks Landmark Theater. Don’t worry, I’m not going to dissect the movie for you or anything. In fact, I probably don’t understand enough yiddish to truly grasp the movie. But, it was a good one and if you find yourself wanting something to do I’d recommend it as a viable option. One warning (which isn’t a warning at all if you’ve ever seen the Coen bros stuff before), don’t expect any closure.

So, let’s take a look ahead at the Cougars basketball schedule. Two weeks away, on November 17th the Coogs will open their season against Nicholls State. This day also happens to be the date which Them Crooked Vultures releases their debut album. Which provides me an all too adequate segue to speak of music and not sports… which I won’t take – for your sake and your sake alone.

Back to basketball… Look at that. Two teams on the schedule ranked in the preseason: Oklahoma and Mississippi State. Where’s Memphis? Why don’t they have one of those cute little numbers sitting to the left of their name? Ah, their slimy, rule-bending head coach is gone. That’s why. No more blue chip recruits for you, Memphis. Though, it would be tough to argue otherwise that the Tigers are still the team to beat in the mighty C-USA.

One game that intrigues me the most is the one against Western Kentucky late in the season. February 9th, kiddos. Mark your calendar. Who’s making the road trip to Diddle Arena (I make the trip to Diddle Town, nightly)? The Hilltoppers (awesome name, awesome mascot) have been an NCAA tournament invitee five of the last nine years (including the last two). I’m circling the game with my proverbial big, red pen right now.

And, even though it was a slow sports day, it wasn’t a slow Houston (sports) news day…. Let’s get down to the nitty gritty:

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November 3rd Houston Sports FaF Smear

Song of the Day: The Teenage Prayers – “Good Voodoo”

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More apetizing than anything I could afford in college

The Saints tried every possible way the could manage to lose last night’s game against the Atlanta Falcons.  They just weren’t satisfied with blowing out their 7th straight opponent. No. They had to make it interesting. ESPN has commercials to sell, you see. Everybody must do their part to help the WWL to achieve global domination. Not EVERY team can have Brett Favre under center… Well, by the time he’s done retiring and unretiring he may have had a chance on quite a few of the clubs.

With no interest in either one of these teams, I have to say that I would have loved to have seen the Falcons turn the 1:23 left on the clock into 14 points and win that game. I really want to witness something huge. For every moment that’s played on the Top 100 ANYTHING I’ve probable seen maybe 5 of those things. Unless it was the Top 100 Draws Dana Dimel Ran on Third and Long. I saw pretty much all of those.

The only thing remarkable that happened last night was a revelation that came to me some time in the third quarter: Monday Night Football is becoming tiresome. Not because of the games, but because of the announcers. I’m subjecting myself to 3+ hours of Quarter Back fellatio every Monday. Seriously… is there someone on the field that you can talk about other than QB-A or QB-B? And, given that, can we figure out some way to describe something that isn’t hyperbole? Why does every player have to be “the best” whatever on the field. I don’t give a fuck. I just want to see the game be played. I want to see the monkeys dance for me. Dance, little padded monkeys, DANCE!

Oh… and John Gruden, or should I say Captain Obvious. Why didn’t you get the Hurricane Katrina reference out of the way in 2007 when it was a little more relevant? Seriously, he waited until the waning moments of the fourth quarter to unleash his revelation about Katrina and New Orleans’ love of the saints… Guess what, buddy… One day, Tom Benson (or Rita Benson LeBlanc) is going to do what owners do best. He’s going to throw Nawlins on it’s hands and knees and run through her like Jenna Haze until A) He gets out of the Superdome or B) He can move the team to Topeka. The only thing that’s kept that from happening already was Hurricane Katrina.

We’ll see how much the Saints fans like that when it comes to pass.

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Movember Begins: Fourth and Furry Lips

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Even the Logo is Getting in on the Action.

Ok, fellas. Hopefully everyone was sure to shave on Sunday. I know it would be something that was easy to forget since you were probably all busy trying to forget how much you had drank on Halloween. Either way, Movember has begun. We hope that you’re going to join us in our endeavor.

Below is your information on how to join up/donate:

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NFL: Texans Recap

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Yesterday, while partaking in the Texans game on CBS, I came across Shannon Sharpe dressed as Austin Powers. I guess it was the day after Halloween, but come on. Who allows him to wear a red velvet suit on air? Is he George Costanza’s brother from another mother? Get it together CBS. Read More…

November 2nd Houston Sports FaF Smear

Song of the Day: Mike Doughty – “27 Jennifers”

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Obviously, the brown stain on the pants has been photo-shopped out.

 

The World Series in infinitely more exciting when the Yankees are not winning.  Unfortunately, that was only the case after the first game. Since then, the Bronx Bombers have rattled off three straight against a rattled Philadelphia Phillies squad. After the Phils took the first game on the road with a dominating performance by Cliff Lee and an offense that took advantage of CC Sabathia they have hit the proverbial brick wall.

Last night’s game saw Brad Lidge’s first appearance in the 2009 World Series and he made quite the impression. His woes during the regular season have been well documented (blowing [no homo] a league high 11 saves) after having such a dominant 2008. But, he’s been perfect through the first two rounds of this year’s playoffs… until the epic shitting of the bed when he took the mound in the ninth inning.

Pedro Feliz had just done his best Chase Utley impression in the eighth taking CC Sabathia yard and sending him to the bench. The game, tied at four, had little room for error. And err did the Phillies. Johnny Damon managed a hit on an extended at-bat, stole second and scampered to third when Lidge never covered the base. Texieara took a pitch off his arm and A-Rod promptly destroyed his slump in the WS by ripping a double into left field. That was pretty much all she wrote. The Yanks put up two more runs on the scoreboard and Mariano Rivera came in and did what he does best… end the game.

Luckily the Phils have their ace, Cliff Lee back tonight on four days rest. AJ Burnett takes the mound for the Yankees. Let’s hope that Philadelphia can pull this one out. Nobody wants to see the city destroyed if New York can manage to sweep all three games on the road and accept their crown as World Champions on foreign soil.

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Place Your Bets – Football VI

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Last week Septimus “The Rookie” Rex murdered in the NFL.  Septimus was a perfect 3 for 3 in the NFL, with an overall return on the week of 53.58%.  Last week was my first losing week.  I went a pitiful 3 for 7, losing 8% on the week.  Big Hitter even got in on the action picking the Coogs to win, I can’t remember if there was a money line for the game or not.

I think Septimus and myself should get a wager going on like Bill Simmons and Sal the Sports Guy.  Who ever picks the most winners gets to slap the other one in the face with a Subway sandwich.  We’re talking footlongs, just the way Sexy Rexy likes them in the face.  This could be a perfect opportunity for FaF to get its first national sponsor.

On a completely unrelated note, I saw a preview for a movie called Gentlemen Broncos that comes out this weekend.  The movie is out this weekend check out the trailer, it should be a good flick.

At the very bottom of this post are Septimus and Reginald’s betting stats.  As always, if you have any picks write them in on the comments.  Read on for our weekly picks.

Reginald Blackstone’s Picks

Week 9 NCAA Picks
1.)
Spread: Florida Gators -14.5 (-110)
Risk $5 to Win $4.54

2.) Take Team Over: Cincinnati Bearcats 33.5 (-115)
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FaF Opponent Essentials: Southern Miss

Each week we’ll dig deep to find the best dirt on the next opponent of the Houston Cougars. If you have any suggestions e-mail them to us (admin@fourthandfifty.com) and we’ll make sure to include them. Generic shit-talk is completely acceptable if not preferable.

Southern_Miss.bmpIt’s been a long wild ride so far, amirite, Coog fans? Here we/they sit at #15 in the country poised at making a run at the C-USA championship. All we have to do is hope for a UTEP loss and we’re home free… right? Right?

Wrong.

We need to get through the rest of our schedule. Southern Miss is ahead of us at a game that is way too early in the morning to get adequately prepared as a fan [read: drink until the only thing we yell is homophobic slurs]. But, we are not the lords of the domain of scheduling. You can thank Mack Rhoades for that… Or, maybe Dave Maggard… Or the NCAA… Fuck, or ESPN.  I really don’t even know who to blame.

But, the one thing I can do is help you get fired up for the game against Southern Miss a good 27 hours before the kick off. This is a VERY special edition of the O.E. (maybe that’s it… maybe I’ll do the Edward 40-Hands to prepare tomorrow). This is not special for any other reason except it’s productive by brevity. Can you guess what the one and only thing is that I’m going to write below?

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October 30th Houston Sports FAF Smear

You used to call my name every hour of every day, how I lived to hear that sound, but every sound gets washed away, we wash away

"The Mighty Quinn"

Undoubtably you heard that prominent Houston attorney John O’Quinn was killed in a car accident yesterday. This is a sad time for his family, the city, the community, and the University of Houston. I can’t say that O’Quinn effected my life all that much considering I am not a dirty lawyer, nor was I ever was eligible for a settlement from the tobacco companies (Septimus), or companies that made silicone breast implants (ladies of Septimus). However, he did effect my life by donating a lot of money to the athletic department at the University of Houston (enough for every NCAA football video game to have Brad Nessler welcome you to “The Mighty Quinn” every time you play a UH home game).

I have enjoyed almost every UH home game on John O’Quinn field since my freshman year in 2002, which has provided me with a lot of joy through out my short tenure as a Cougar so far. But its funny how his donation to the athletics department effects more than just the athletics. My first game was the Rice game (that we won) after our 0-11 season. (Sure, I wasn’t around for the 0-11 season, but you can’t call me a bandwagon fan considering I chose to follow UH during an 11 game losing streak). Since then I have spent 7 years gathering with my friends and meeting new friends, all predicated on UH athletics. I can tell you that this site would not be here, and I may never have become  as close friends with the other four douches that comprise this team if it weren’t for UH athletics.

So thank you John O’Quinn for what you have given to UH and the UH community either directly or indirectly. You will be missed.

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Daryl Morey Needs a Twitter Lesson (UPDATE)

Daryl Morey - Twitter

Ummmmm, Daryl?

Daryl Morey, master GM and apostle of the +/- may need a quick lesson in social media. Twitter, when in the right hands, is a great place to get information, connect with people and reach out to the masses. But there are times when it can prove to be debilitating…. Like when you tell people you like ANAL.

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Fourth and a Furry Lip

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Henceforth, Dali was always more careful zipping back up.

We’re quite fond of our name around here. You can probably tell that from the ways that we manage to throw it into the headlines of our posts. “FaF This” and “FaF That”… “Fourth and Farewell,” “Fourth and [insert word that begins with 'F']“… You get the point. It took us a damn long time [read: two hours] to arrive at that fandamntastic name that graces the header. But, there’s one thing that we’ve worked longer to foster and something that we’re even more fond of than our name: Our testicles.

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October 28th Houston Sports FaF Smear

Song of the Day: Modest Mouse – “The Whale Song”

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Life after politics.

Meet your new manager of the Houston Astros, John McCain. Fresh off a defeat in the election of 2008, John’s been searching for an outlet for his unfounded scorn and totalitarian regime. The Vietnam vet has come to the game of baseball to get some of these whippersnappers into shape. Your Houston Astros will be the first to benefit from the bygone style that the American people kept from reaching the office of the President.

In order to fully make the transition to Houston Astros Manager, McCain has changed his name to James Bradley Mills and used his government contacts to create a history for his new identity. This “Mr. Mills” (his friends call him “Brad”) is a good 21 years younger. “Mills” played for the Montreal Expos (who?) intermittently from 1980-1983 (or so says his shoddy Wikipedia page).

The powers that be even went so far as going Forest Gump on our asses trying to make us believe that this new “Brad Mills” is actually a part of baseball lore by being the victim of Nolan Ryan’s record-breaking strikeout. Yeah, I’m so sure. And Gump showed his but-tocks to Nixon too. This story has “Hollywood” written all over it…

While we’re getting this nonsense jammed down our throat (TWSS) we may as well believe that Mills has also been the Bench Coach of the Bawston Red Sawks for his last gig. And was the first base coach under Terry Francona when he was the Manager of the Philadelphia Phillies (when Ed Wade was conveniently the GM of the Phillies).

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This week in FaF

It’s a slow news day, so here is what is on the horizon.

This weekend, the media decided to distract New Yorkers from the fact that the Jets won and the Giants lost by making a huge deal about Mark Sanchez eating a hot dog on the bench. It was such a big deal that Sanchez had to apologize for doing it. Here are my thoughts: 1. Why the fuck does anyone care that Sanchez eats a hot dog on the bench, you can’t go for 3 hours sitting on your ass watching football without eating, so imagine playing in the fucking game. 2. It’s not like he had a loaded baked potato, nachos with chili and cheese and extra jalapenos. 3. It’s not like it was JaFatty Russell eating the hot dog, last time I check Sanchez didn’t have a weight problem. Read More…

October 27th Houston Sports FaF Smear

Song of the Day: Them Crooked Vultures – “New Fang”

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Fuck you, ESPN. I stole your picuture anyway.

Ah, the Eagles. Those of winged helmets, battery throwing fans and Kevin Kolb’s contract. I love you more this week than I did last. Not because of my hometown bias, but because you continue to make me money. Long live the fickle Philly game plan. The Eagles 10 point victory over the Washington Redskins last night shored up yet another perfect week in my NFL bets (by the way, fuck you Houston for nearly shitting the bed and canceling more than half the money I would have won in that parlay).

Do you know how much better sports are when you bet on them (and I assume “win on them” would be the correct variation)? We all try to get our fill with our fantasy football teams every week, but it really doesn’t do the trick.  You need cold hard cash (stashed in an overseas account) to throw down on a single game. Reginald Blackstone was correct, this is a completely viable way to manage a retirement fund*.

So for those of us that have joined us in our Pick’em Group on Yahoo to battle us head-to-head for the right to post your very own Fourth and Fifty article you know what I mean. Unless of course you’re Donkey Punch. Donkey Punch is apparently very good at following instructions and making sure to fulfill all requirements to be eligible for points in the Pick’Em. It’s a good thing that he’s a lawyer. Our judiciary system is in good hands. (DP, send me an email so we can figure out how to fix your snafu)

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October 26 Houston Sports FaF Smear

There is a lot going on. But isn’t there always? A lot going on...

You must be the Red Dragon?

This time of the sports year is almost overwhelming in the sheer amount of stuff that is going on. Coogs and Texans play (and win) on consecutive days, nullifying anything else that was possibly going to happen this weekend. Like mowing the lawn or feeding the dog. Baseball playoffs are in full hysteria (the crazy kind, not the funny kind) mode. The UFC just had a fantastic PPV on Sat night, where two of the three untouchables (Machida and Lesnar) now look, well, touchable thanks to top-tier challengers (Shogun and Cain Velasquez). Touch it. Even though Shogun lost to Machida, many folks thought he won, meaning we’ll have a rematch in mid 2010. Velasquez, he of the big “Brown Pride” tat in roman script on his chest, will take on Lesnar around the same time, and he might have a decent shot at killing the real life embodiment of Drago. The only untouchable left is GSP, and at some point someone will be ready to take a real shot at him, meaning we’ll have competition at every level. Socialism: goodz 4 sportz. Back to the sports rotunda: fantasy football is in high swing (meaning I’m ready to bury my team and sell off the assets to Wanks McG), sports betting is firing on all cylinders, and basketball is about to start. Soccer is still going, albeit no one knows where. The very underrated hockey is back. Plus this is top running season for anyone below the mason-dixon line, with half and full marathons a-plenty, and the start of triathlon season is only about 4 months away. So, in summary, there is a lot going on. But there always is, isn’t there? A lot going on. Sitting on your couch with a remote is the equivalent of a lazy susan.

One more thing about the UFC, and I’ll keep it short since no one else cares. We have a friend, one we might call “Mohn Junoz” for lack of a better anagram. Is it an anagram if you only change two letters? Anyway, Mr. Junoz loves him some non-caucasian fighters in the UFC. He becomes a huge fan on anyone who has a tinge of brown. It took me about a year and a half to figure this pattern out because Mr. Junoz is pretty subtle about his reverse racism. But there really hasn’t been a strong latino fighter in the UFC for a while, besides mid-tier guys like Roger Huerta and Frankie Edgar. I guess Diego Sanchez is kind of a big deal, but he always struck me as having more of a New Mexico flavor than, say, an ‘old Mexico’ style. Although he did used to come out to a mariachi band playing his intro music. In any case, Cain Velasquez is 100% vato loco. The “Brown Pride” tat on his chest is the best part. It just struck me that the reason that Goldfish and I haven’t seen Mr. Junoz out and about at UFC PPVs is I haven’t been out in almost a year because of The Random Babyhe is sitting in his room masturbating to the thought of Velasquez taking the belt from Brock Lesnar, the whitest guy in the history of sports. Lesnar is from Minnesota and he lives in the woods. So, in summary, Mr. Junoz has his brown fighters and Goldfish champions the Afro American fighters because he doesn’t want his girlfriend to cut him with a knife. I feel like I should be able to champion a race or ethnicity or indigenous peoples. I did some research and there aren’t a lot of Jewish fighters. Maybe I should champion the Brits or Canadians? I’d be a front-runner if I adopted the Canadians (GSP), but the Brits seem like a good choice – good fighters but not too good yet (upside, baby), a country that is invested in the future of MMA, plus I’ve got one British friend (Wanks MacG) and one time I even went to Wal Mart to buy a UK flag t-shirt to meet him to drink at Richmond Arms. That should make me an honorary Brit. From now on, I’ll apologize for everything and look down my nose at you new world lads across the pond while having my tea and crumpets. Mike Bisping for life!

I'm Mike Bisping from the UK. You must be the USA!

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Place Your Bets – Football: V

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Last week was a historic week for picking winners.  I went a PERFECT 6 for 6 making an overall return on the week of 125%Pipez went a stellar 4 for 7 on the week for a return of 66%.  Why throw away money in the stock market when you can make your wildest dreams come true in the sports betting world.  Septimus joined the ranks of the gambling elite this past weekend and fared well, but failed to post his picks so we don’t have any stats available.  If you want to check out my stats for the year, they are listed at the bottom of this post.  To highlight, for the year I’m picking winners 69.23% of the time for an overall return of 37.5%.

Now that I’ve thoroughly jinxed myself into picking nothing but losers for the rest of the year we can move on.  So far there doesn’t seem to be much interest in these posts.  I’m putting up professional gambler numbers here people, where’s the love?  As always, if you have any picks write them in on the comments.  I’d like to get some friendly reader competition here.

After you finish checking out all the amazing sports picks go ahead and join Fourth and Fifty’s newly created Pick’em League: http://football.fantasysports.yahoo.com/pickem
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Reginald Blackstone’s Picks

Week 8 NCAA Picks
1.)
Spread: Oregon State Beavers +20.5 (-110)
Risk $5 to Win $4.54

2.) Spread: Arkansas Razorbacks +6.5 (-110)
Risk $5 to Win $4.54

3.) Spread: Mississippi State Bulldogs +23 (-110)
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An All Too Brief Homecoming Preview

Kickin' it Old School

Kickin' it Old School

Ah, Homecoming. In High school, it meant trying to overcome your retardness for just one to impress the girl who you guilted into wearing a stupid fucking shiny piece of crap on her boob all day at the dance. It meant buying a cheap suit from K&G Fashion Superstore or SuitMart. And it meant embarrassment.

In college, everything would be different! We’d get laid constantly, no awkwardness, and we’d totally drink beer all the time. Only the latter happened. Instead, our awkwardness was translated into a fucking parade, and a series of skits and shitty events put on to lure Cougars on campus to giving a shit about their University. And the week usually ended with the Coogs struggling to beat the likes of Army, UAB or Tulsa before they got better. Read More…