With Honor I Continue To Mention...

The countdown continues with another honorable mention.  If you don't know what countdown I'm referring to, read my last damn post you son of a bitch.

Honorable Mention (14)

What About Bob ---- Turk Wendell

I can sum up What About Bob in 5 words... Bill Murray is the man.  Yes, feel free to consider me a wordsmith.  This shirt is already in the mail, and headed for my home.  You won't find a better shirt to sport if your agenda involves fucking shit up, or snacking on a bowl of puddin.

                                                         

Bob Wiley is one of Bill Murray's best characters.  Murray has certainly provided better performances in his career, The great "Big Ern" McCracken comes to my mind. Having said that, the other films just struggle to deliver the way What About Bob does.

As we head for number 1 I assure you I will avoid obscure teams and athletes, but I just couldn't live with myself if I didn't make this connection.  Turk Wendell was baseball's weirdo for almost a decade.  His superstitions went to extreme levels. It hasn't been confirmed that he needed Dr. Marvin's books to get through the day, but something tells me he could have benefited from a vaca at Lake Winnipesaukee.  

Turk was known for the following whacked rituals.

- Always chewing black licorice while on the mound.

- Always leaping like a jackass over the third base path.

- Brushing his teeth between innings.

- Wearing the teeth of all the animals he killed.

- Demanding his contract be written exactly at 9,999,999.99.

With Honor I Mention...

A few days back a great scene from The Station Agent flashed across my browser. Without hesitation, I boldly claimed it was "definitely one of my top 10 movies of all time".  Well damn, do I even know what my top ten movies of all time are? Lucky for me (and you) I ooze time to ponder such important topics.  One pen, one piece of paper and 29 movies later, I had my list.  Last time I checked, 29 doesn't equal a top ten.  I also discovered a top ten without the honorable mentions (11-15) is just not going to be OK.  In addition, I write a sports blog, not a movie blog.  Fuck it, it shall come together.  Besides, Jeffrey Lebowski bowls, and bowling is technically a sport.

Since this series could be a flaming pile of shit I'll try to get my legs under me with the honorable mentions.  I contend my favorite films have some great sports equivalents.  The equivalent could be an individual athlete or an iconic team. It is already obvious to me that I could ramble about these comparisons for days.

One important caveat before we get started.  I had to make a tough decision and leave out an entire self-created genre of great flicks.  A genre most of you are very familiar with; the "Horrible-Greats".  Nothing kicks, screams, and yells Horrible-Great like Cliffhanger or Road House.  My apologies to anyone anticipating these classics on the list.  We can both agree they are best saved for a special occasion and a special audience.

youtube is not going to be my friend on this project.  Copyright = Fecal Matter

Honorable Mention (15)
Little Miss Sunshine ---- 79' Pittsburgh Pirates

I give you a team and a film that prompt the same question.  When things get hard, and challenges arise, is there anything more important than family?  Family is a relative term, some people have family that are worth less than shit on a stick.  I am talking about the community you share your time with, the people you go to battle with,  real family.  Sometimes this family coincides with actual lineage and other times it couldn't be further away.

During their championship season the 79' Pirates were famously powered by the Sister Sledge anthem "We Are Family".  Facing a 3 games to 1 World Series deficit to the powerhouse Orioles would have been too much for most teams, but not a family like the Buccos.  Three subsequent games, and three victories for the family followed.  The family allowed two runs in the final three games to bring the steel city another championship.  If I could pick a city and decade to live in, I would have a hard time naming one better than  Pittsburgh in the 70's, a true city of champions.  

Familial adversity presents itself in a variety of ways.  Sometimes the issue at hand is very clear, sometimes it's fucked up and creepy.  Everybody has that creepy uncle, it's OK.  My mother still doesn't believe where my uncle put his thumb. Well, the Hoover's have their heroin addicted dead grandfather (in the back of their vw bus), their suicidal uncle, and a father with the worst/best intentions to cope with, all while trying to get their daughter through a demented contest she has no comprehension of.

The Buccos and the Hoover's deliver a performances worthy of some top notch bread puddin accompanied by a standing ovation.  Shit gets fucked up and they tackle it head on.  If you are unfamiliar with either of these great performances spend some time and get acquainted, you won't be disappointed.            

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Phonies Gargle Balls

Recently, Nike created a stir with their new Tiger Woods publication.  Many insist this line of marketing is crude and insensitive.  (What marketing isn't?)  Nike was the only sponsor to stay with Tiger as one mistress after another came forward to talk about their sex-capades.  One could understand a sponsor potentially staying after the news of one mistress broke, Nike hung around after news of at least 6 mistresses broke.  It was clear to the world Tiger was full on sleaze and Nike didn't care.

Nike didn't get to the top of the sports apparel world by running their company on rainbows and bubble gum.  They had the business acumen to know this shit would go away and they, once again, would be making a fortune off captain sexy time.  If you can't recognize Nike's "IT FACTOR" "Sleaze Factor", just look at Kobe Bryant; Nike signed Bryant fresh off a rape charge.  These bastards simply do not blink.

I don't want to give you the wrong impression, Tiger woods is not lame for having sex with multiple partners or for this ad campaign.  Tiger is lame for being a phony shit-bag, and for sporting the worst facial hair since this crazy fuck.

So many professional athletes play the field literally and figuratively, and the ones that want to be left alone, do so without being married.  How fucking hard is that to understand?  The media more or less praises athletes for bagging multiple partners with ease.  Just ask Derek Jeter, his life rains vuh-jay-jay and nobody cares, NOBODY.  Jeter could make every man or woman he sleeps with roll in puddin on his NYC balcony pre-coitus and the media still wouldn't give a shit.

All the more reason Tiger Woods is an ass clown.  He got married so Buick would let him sell their shitty road boats.  I think only one conclusion can be drawn from the trials and tribulations of Tiger Woods.  It is blatantly clear Peyton Manning is going to be found in a back alley, fucking 4 transvestite hookers, while trying to trade a stolen cell phone for some meth, it's only a matter of time folks.  Be prepared, be prepared.

Cup a coffee, yea!

After being reminded of this absolute masterpiece the other day, I kept thinking about famous athletes and their love for cocaine.  Diego Maradona, Mike Tyson, Shawn Kemp, Martina Hingis, Gary O'connor, Dwight Gooden, Daryl Strawberry, Tim Raines, Dexter Manley, Steve Howe, Lawrence Taylor, and of course, the entire 1990's Dallas Cowboys.

Naturally these athletes enjoyed varied levels of success during their pro careers. The above list is much longer in reality, and would stretch on for days if we included users of amphetamine, especially in baseball.  Mike Schmidt, Hank Aaron, and many other hall of famers are on record acknowledging their use of amphetamine, and the rampant use throughout baseball before, during, and after their time as players.  If you want the ability to play 162 games in 180 days it only makes sense you may need a little "pick me up" from time to time, All The Time! Just ask The Macho Man.  Professional Wrestling is the only "sport" that can boast a more grueling schedule than baseball.

I put together a  list of sports figures that should have, or should start snorting EVERYTHING.  If The Macho Man can produce such quality puddin, more sports figures can too.

1. Tim Duncan. 

 The big fundamental is a no brainer! Look at this unemotional bump on a log.   

2. Rajon Rondo. 

 This guy already looks like an alien, let's add some methamphetamine! 

3. Pablo Sandoval. 

 He might actually think he is a kung fu panda. 

4. Adam Dunn. 

 I just want to watch the 6'6 giant sprint to first after all 106 of his walks in 2013. 

5. Bill Belichick. 

 I just want to see his heart explode on national television. 

6. Jim Harbaugh. 

Why? See #5 

7. Lance Armstrong. 

Why not?  He has taken everything else! 

8. Iman Shumpert. 

 Nothings says crack/cocaine like a new jack city flat top. 

9. Harry Caray.  

Holy Cow!