Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Long Overdue

Bones recently realized that he has been blogging for well over a year now. After nearly erasing grillenwitgill.com, attacking myself with a a stapler, and listening to Beck's firs hit on repeat I decided to march on. However, if I am going to continue there are a few tasks I must take care of which I should have attended to long ago. The first of these is to introduce you to my family. My loyal readers may not have been aware that Bones is the oldest of six children and 23 grandchildren on his father's side but now you are. To get a better understanding of how Bones became the genius he is today he must take you back to his roots. He will give you a factual rundown of how his family came about and what it means for the future of his siblings and America.

Mountain Man - In Bones' family common names like Agnus, Esther and Dick
are simply not used. As Mountain man (my father in terms of common folk) once stated, "how can one be named at the point of inception into mother earth when we now nothing about their destiny or the path they will take." Exactly Pops. (Disclaimer: The following is actually true) Mountain man was born to a happy young couple named Jimmy and Betty Lou Gill. Jimmy was a gunner of fighter planes in World War II and worked for the same company for over 40 years without ever missing a day. He was also incredibly handsome and had abs that would make the situation shudder. He could have married any woman in the land but knew the day he laid his eyes on young Betty Lou that he had found his life companion. Their first child was a boy named Lee. Since the beginning of his time in the world Lee failed to comprehend the reason for houses , schools or indoor facilities of any kind. He spent his days (and nights when allowed) in the wilderness and could tie any style knot out of dental floss before he began teething. The next child Jimmy and Betty Lou were blessed with was mountain man (the couple was went on to have 4 more children 3 of which were boys). Under Lee's tutelage he thrived in the Wilderness rarely eating anything that wasn't killed with his own two hands and roasted over an open fire. He gained notoriety at the age of 5 by throwing a stone 80 yards and connecting with the nose of one of the rival neighbors that was foolishly on enemy turf. (Disclaimer: the following is actually true) Mountain man excelled in school from an early age and was also an extremely succesful runner. He went on to win a race in which he covered 50 miles through mountainous terrain (yes this is still true). His spirit told him he had nowhere left to go so he stopped running and embarked on a career as a doctor. In was while in medical school that he met a young woman named Ann in the capital of the Confederecy Richmond, Va. Being that he was an avid Civil War buff and that Ann was the only woman he met that did not make him bath or shave he thought it to be fate and they were married shortly after. In addition to being a Civil War enthusiast Mountain man is also an avid kayaker and obsessed with all things American Indian. He has thrived in the medical field as an ER doctor and has performed several succesful surgeries without using anestesia. Mountain Man states, "I tell my patients to focus like the great Tecumseh did right before he went into battle the day he predicted his own death. He knew he should be scared, he knew death was imminent but he also knew no man can run from his destiny. Nothing hurts when a man is one with nature and destiny." Who knew?

Mother - Bones mother was born to an aspiring young engineer named William Sonnett and his saint of a wife Ann. Starting early in her childhood it was apparent that she would be an outstanding nurturer of young souls. She always watched out for her younger siblings Jack, Bill and Pat and at times was required to look out for her older brother Jim. In addition, she built nests for wounded birds and had a nursery under the porch for stray cats. Ann's kindness and charity continued into her adolescent years as she constantly tried to find dates for her helpless brothers. She graduated with a degree from James Madison University where she became certified to teach children with disabilities. It was the perfect job for Ann and she was a great teacher. However, the moment she caught the scent of the mountain man in the air she knew it would not be long until she would have to devote her energies full time to becoming the outstanding mother she was destined to be. Four years after the musky aroma of the brute known as mountain man entered her nostrils across a local campfire on a crisp, Autumn night Bones burst onto the scene. He was to be followed by five other a few of which were haunted souls whose fate could only be saved by a great mother. Thanks to Ann they are all alive and well. Their stories lie below.

Miss America - Miss America was born when Bones was three years old the day after he memerized a thesaurus and sank his first jumper from NBA three point range. From her first day on the planet Miss America was pickier than most babies. She refused to wear the outfit given to every other newborn in the hospital sobbing hysterically until she was placed in more stylish attire. At the age of two her first word was polo and she did not seem to understand the point of learning the taxing task of walking when there was someone there to carry her. At the age of seven she announced her plans to win Miss Teen USA and "to marry someone with a lot of money so I never have to work." She spent the majority of her teenage years making fun of Bones' bland attire and muttering phrases like "whatever Wal Mart shopper" to the rest of the family. Miss America has had her share of air headed quotes over the years, (Don't chew with your mouth full,) and when Miss South Carolina had her famous melt down she stated the answer made perfect sense to her. However, through avid studying and common sense counseling she was able to get into Virginia Tech where she obtained a degree from the school of business. She is currently dating an engineering major (no one saw that coming) and working for a non profit organization, "where we like help people or whatever."

Brother Luke - (The following is all true) Brother Luke was the next born to Mountain Man and Mother. He was one of the fattest toddlers ever seen but unlike most overweight children that age he was not self-consious. Brother Luke has always cared little what others think of him, personal appearance or anything else that normal men waste time worrying about. He is only been concerned about what the man upstairs thinks about him and spent the majority of his life trying to make him happy. Brother Luke has always been slow to anger and quick to offer a helping hand to those in need. He is such a good person it almost makes a common man such a Bones feel guilty to hang out with him. Others may make it a goal or say they are unselfish but he epitomizes the definition of the word. Ever since your loyal narrator can remember his happiness and preferences come secondary to those around him. In addition to excelling at life Brother Luke was also a great student and soccer player. He played one year of soccer at Wheeling Jesuit when deciding at the age of 19 (when most boys are deciding whether to drink Beast or Natti Light) to become a Priest. He has been in Conneticut studying and praying for a little over a year. Bones recently went to visit Brother Luke. He wakes up at 6 AM and his days consist of going to mass, class, praying and doing chores. Although this may sound painful to some to brother Luke it is pure bliss and Bones has not met a happier individual in his life.

Little Orphan Danny - Bones loyal readers have introduced to the notorius LOD and know that he has contributed to the blog in the past. What you may not know about him is that he is a 65 year old man trapped in a 17 year olds body. When he is not attempting to run away from home LOD spends his days listening to oldies, rocking a fedora and dreaming of the days when women all dressed USC cheerleaders. He stated to me just the other day. "Bones, you know how people say they were born before their time. Well I was born after mine. I wish I was born when their was a milk man, the paper was relevant and your best friends name was Walter. My idea of a perfect day would be waking up and having my wife Phyllis hand me the paper. I would check box scores on the jon and then eat two eggs sunny side up. I would take my son to a drive in movie and then to a diner where we would drink pop and eat a real burger. After the kids were in bed I would move all the furniture out of the living room and Phyllis and I would do the twist to Rockin Robin. Yea, that would be the bees knees, the stuff, the whole ball of wax." Well Orphan Boy you could always get a job at Johnny Rockets. Even though he spends much of his existence longing for the days of yore Orphan Boy is alive, in good health and promises to write a blog about Jim Zorn's firing in the near future.

J-Quan Aka Birdman - The fact that the J-Quan was born less than two years apart from LOD to the same parents is truly shocking. J-Quan is the only baby to ever be born with a doo rag on. His first sentence was a line from Ice Cube's it was a good day and he sagged his huggies so bad that mother always made sure he had two on at all times. By the age of six his closet consisted entirely of throwbacks and Phat Farm jeans. During his middle school days he spent a lot of time at a local restuarant named KeBryon's that was only open once a weak but had no problems staying in business. Mother was constantly finding fat wads of unmarked bills and parental advisory cds in his room. No one quite knows why J-Quan dressed or acted like he did but we all agreed he was headed down the wrong path. However, mother never gave up on him and after J-Quan did his first bid he came back a changed man. He now dedicates the majority of his time to dominating the debate and chess clubs at his high school, "where he straight murks cats with his mind" and also plays basketball and soccer. Although, he is more reserved J-Quan still marches to the beat of a different drummer. His career aspirations have changed from "making a lot of money that the goverment can't tax" to becoming a professional wrestler in Mexico. He is known on the local underground circuit as el hombre pajoro (the birdman) and is quietly becoming a youtube sensation. He is also 6'2 making him seem like a giant to some of his Latin brothers. Good Luck and God Speed el hombre pajoro.

Nails - Miss America had been rooting and praying for a sister she could bond with and dress up the last three times mother was pregnant. She finally got what she had hoped for when Nails was born. Well, sort of. Nails, like the youngest child in many families, was bullied constantly ever since the first moment she uttered her first word (which was ball). While in high school Bones promised to pay a 4 year old Nails for ever push up and every 10 sit ups she did during the day. It worked to perfection as she was the only mini mite on the swim team with a 6 pack (she was also the only swimmer to ever wear eye black). She was forced to participate in the constant games of basketball, football and full contact soccer at the household (the following is actually true) and lost her two front teeth while being slammed into the wall by J-Quan and LOD during one of these contests. Now in middle school Nails has started to show signs that she is being influenced by Miss America. However, as J-Quan so masterfully states, "it's nothing a sharp elbow can't fix."

Your loyal narrator hopes you enjoyed meeting his family as much as Jim Zorn enjoyed his time with the Redskins. In the coming days LOD will unleash an ode to this great man that will evoke both joy and sorrow.




Thursday, November 26, 2009

Dialogue with Dirk

As grillenwitgill has built increasing fame and popularity Bones has recieved countless requests from PR represenatives to interview players. He has denied these requests because he has always hated interviews. The majority of them are full of cliches, offer no real insight and at times are painful to listen to. Bones also has no real interest in meeting or speaking with any of the pros he watches on tv. The chances of them being nice guys and interesting are nearly obsolete so he fails to see the point. However, sometimes even Bones must make exceptions.

Bones found out around a year ago the Mark Cuban is a huge fan of the blog. He met Mr. Cuband and actually enjoys his company when he is not trying to get him to come to a Mavericks home game (Obviously, this has not and will not happen because of the promise your loyal narrator made to himself to never visit the hanus home of the Cowboys). However, Bones has caught a couple road games with Cubes including the last time the Mavs visited the Staples Center. Mark flew yours truly out to the home of Justin Bobby where they surfed all day, caught the game and ventured to Vegas for the night. Bones was having such a good time that at some point during the festivites he agreed to interview one of the Dallas players for his blog which was Cubes plan all along. Touche Marky.

During halftime of last Wednesdays blow out win over the Nets he called your loyal narrator and informed him that he was ready to use his favor. Cubes suggersted that Bones should interview spark plug and classic overachiever JJ Barea. Bones admonished his good friend for even suggesting such an encounter occur. He let him know that as an avid reader of the blog he should know how much players like Barea are looked down upon. Bones demanded Cuban cut Barea and sign Ricky Davis for his blunder. The conversation became heated, (which is why Cuban didn't return to his seat until mid 4th quarter) , but eventually an agreement was reached. Bones reluctantly consented to interview German stalwart Dirk Nowitzky but only under certain conditions. The interview must take place on the roof of Ceasers Palace at the same exact spot where the best scene of The Hangover occured. Cuban agreed, a jet was sent for Bones, and the following interview transpired at that very spot at 3:07 AM Eastern time.

Bones: Dirk, nice to meet you. Would you like a shot of yaeger?
Dirk: For the first time in my life I actually wouldn't. Do you understand we just had a big win? Instead of being out celebrating with the fellas I have to talk to some loser on a roof?
Bones: Look Dirk, I don't want to be here any more than do. Just answer a few questions to make Mr. Cuban happy and we will get out of here.
Dirk: Fine, Just hurry the hell up. Baywatch re-runs start in 20 minutes.
Bones: Dirk, you know you guys have suffered a lot of injuries early in the season with Marion, Howard and Dampier being on the shelf. How have you still managed such a fast start?
Dirk: Well, you know, the team has just come together. You know we're a real team. It's not just one guy. We're taking it one game at a time. You know just fighting our guts out and letting the chips fall where they may. We've been succesful early but it's a marathon not a sprint.
Bones: Well put Dirk but my integrity will not let me keep asking generic questions and listening to answers that sound like they're coming from a robot.
Dirk: Well what do you want do you want me to say? That I am a German god and have put this team on my back. That my 28, 8 and 6 are the reason we are good. No one reads your stupid blog anyways. Ask me anything you want and actually I do want a shot of yaeger.
Bones: Yes Sir Dirk. I had a bunch of real questions prepared but was not sure how you would react. This is going to be great.
Dirk: Don't get too excited and act like a groupie when I wave at them. Four questions and I'm out of here.
Bones: Fair Enough. What the hell were you thinking at the beginning of last season when you cut your hair? You were like a modern day Samson. Also what did you with the hair? This only counts as one question.
Bones:I was trying to switch my image up. In America if you do not have tatoos of guns or telling people not to judge you you're considered weak. Just because I prefer to shoot my beautiful fade away as opposed to throwing my body into people I'm soft? Or I'm soft because I hum David Hasselhoff songs when I'm on the line. I wouldn't be able to hum anything if I wasn't drawing fouls would I? Anyways, I still played well but just didn't feel quite as attractive so I grew it back. As for what I did with the hair I sent it to a research center knowing something that beautiful had to be good for something. Turns out it is a cure for some rare disease in Malaysia. I wish I could say I'm suprised.
Dirk: That's what I'm talking about Dirk. People helping people.Sometimes when you hit a big shot at home you stare at the crowd like you expect them to get on their knees in reverence. Whenever this happens I always stand up and yell at the television, "I am Dirk worship me!" What is going through your mind at these moments?
Dirk(Taking another shot): That's exactly how I feel Bones. I mean people knock athletes for being cocky but think about what is going on at the second I hit that shot. There are 20,000 people screaming at the top of their lungs. There are CEOs of Fortune 500 companies sitting in the front row that would give it all up to just to slap my palm. Let's face it I won the genetic lottery. If I was a wild animal I would be the leader of the pack. I'm 7 feet tall, good looking, run like a gazelle and have a breath taking jump shot. I should be worshipped. Sometimes I think about just showing up at a village inhabitated by an indigenous tribe and getting the treatment I really deserve. Think about how the Indians treated Cortez. It would be like that x10. But no I'm supposed to act like I'm not special, like I'm just like everyone else. Well you know what? I'm not.
Bones: Absolutely great stuff. I hope you don't mind me getting personal but what was the deal with your girlfriend last year? She was some kinda groupie on steriods and you actually dated her after several other players fell in the same trap? The she wouldn't leave your house and the press and police got involved. It seemed very un-Dirk of you.
Dirk: (Now doing doubles) Apparently in this country if you let a girl draw a picture of you in the nude to be mounted in your living room she's your girlfriend. I mean I barely knew her. She was a nice girl, attractive and all but your boy Dizzle Nizzle in a serious relationship? Come on Bones you know better than that. And about the stuff she said to the press, we have a saying in Germany that goes, "don't build a kitchen with windows because you should never let a woman have a point of view" need I say more?
Bones: I guess not. Jane Adams would be proud of you. For my last question I got to ask you does Mark Cuban get annoying? I mean obviously he is one of the best owners in the league to play for but does the fact he is always on the road with you guys and so involved ever get to you?

Dirk: I mean of course it does but we all love him. If I have to choose between having an owner like Mr. Cuban that cares a little to much and someone like Donald Sterling I will take Mark everytime. But we definitely take advantage of the fact that he tries to live vicariously through us. Do you have time for a story?
Bones: Dirk, I'm a blogger and I'm sitting on the top of a Casino with a professional athlete. Of course I have time.
Dirk: You're right. What was I thinking? So you know Mark, like most guys, wishes he was a professional athlete. The difference between him and everyone else is he has the money to buy a team and follow them around. However, that's not enough for him. He wants to eat every meal with us, go to the clubs with us, watch The Bachelor with us and even room with us . Of course we don't let this happen but Mark tries his best. He has a lot of weird habits like stealing our underarmour out of the bin and making us autograph all his wife beaters and boxers but the weirdest is eating our leftovers. Cubes will catch word of where we're eating, (I think he has a snitch on the team because we can almost never shake him. I think it's Barea, I mean he's been good for us but why the hell would you ever give him a try out? He's 5'6, went to four years of college and looks like a rat. Damnit it definitely is) and just show up. He sits at another booth with his wife or boys and waits until we're done. Then he comes over to the table and eats the rest of whatever we have left. One time Jason Terry ordered a meat smoothie at a deli where we were having lunch just to see if Cubes would drink it after he left. And he did! But it was nothing like this one time we played the Pistons. We didn't go out because we were obviously in Detroit and we had a 6AM flight the next morning. However, there was a marathon of the Hills on MTV so I had the whole team in my room but didn't invite Mark. We knew Cubes would be hovering around like he always does and we were bored so it was practical joke time. Eric Dampier may look like a guy you would trust your child with but beneath that soft exterior is a tortured soul. So around 2AM he has this incredible idea. He walks to the Walmart next to the hotel and buys laxative and the hottest hot sauce they had. He then orders chicken wings and a drink from room service. Knowing Cubes is watching the whole time and waiting for his leftovers he eats what he wants, dumps the laxative in his drink and covers the remaining wings with the hot sauce and sets the dish outside. Of course as soon as he does this everyone that's tall enough to see out of the peephole, (so everyone except Barea) fights over it and we all see bits and pieces of Mark sprinting down the hall, devouring the wings and chugging the coke without even making a face. The entire flight back to Dallas Cubes was in the own airplane's bathroom screaming. I do not think I have laughed that hard since my third grade teacher told me I wouldn't be famous.
Bones: Wow, Dirk I really don't know what to say. What can I possibly do to follow up an answer like that.
Dirk: How about you take a shot of Yaeger and we go steal Mike Tyson's tiger.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Where Amazing Happens

Ahhhh, the NBA is back in full swing and Bones could not be happier. Your loyal narrator scribbled his highly anticipated league preview on a picture of Dan Snyder’s face the day before the season started while at work. However, he is only now getting the opportunity to place it in front of the eyes of his readers. Some of his predictions seem about as likely as Deshawn Stevenson being caught without change for a 10 but he promises he has changed nothing.


Bones has been over this before but must state for those who don't know that the NBA is his favorite league in any sport. He can watch the Kings play the Warriors in early November (and did on Sunday night) and be thoroughly enertained. It also needs to be reinterated that anyone who prefers the college game lacks an appreciaton for the game of basketball. The argument that NBA players do not try or play defense is proposterous. It is also easily combated. The next time you are viewing an NBA game watch the slow motion replays shown going into time outs. 9 out of 10 times a players is hitting an off-balance shot with a defender's hand placed inbetween his eyes. Even if you still believe the effort is questionable the NBA is still superior. What sounds more enertaining to watch? An unpolished, over-achieving, 6'7 power forward crash the boards and accumalate hustle points in college or Amare Stoudamare draining 20 footers and cranking on people. Would you rather see Jon Sheyer pump fake or Josh Smith windmill? Tyler Hansborough's push shot or Kobe's fadeaway? These seem like easy questions to Bones.
Without furthur delay Bones presents his second annual NBA preview. The following predictions are as guarenteed as Jim Zorn coaching the Redskins next season.

Pistons Preview: The abysmal state of Bones' current teams leaves him in a sports purgatory with no signs of being invited upstairs. The Orioles are perennial bottom feeders in the AL East, the Redskins are being driven into the ground by the NFL's Kim Jon-il and now Joe Dumars has succesfully destroyed the Pistons. The moves of Dumars have grown progressivly worse to the point that the wretched off season Detroit endured was almost expected. It started with the draft. The Pistons actually spent the 15th pick on Austin Daye from Gonzaga. The young man's name and school are irrelevant. All Bones needs to know is that he weighs 170 pounds, has a knee brace and wore a shirt under his jersey. He will not be good. In addition a team whose big men are Kwame Brown, Chris Wilcox and what is left of Ben Wallace passed on Dejaun Blair multiple times late and traded another steal, Chase Budinger, for nothing. Dumars truly showed his brilliance in the free agent market. He used the cap money created from the Chauncey Billups trade to sign a soft, jump shooting power forward, Charlie Villanueva, and a streaky scorer, Ben Gordon. Yes, Ben Gordon is good but not 5 year, 55 million good. Not to mention he plays the same position as the team's best player, Rip Hamilton. Dumars' defense at the time he traded away Bones' favorite player of all-time was the team needed to rebuild. If turning a perennial Eastern Conference finals contender into a team that might not get into the playoffs and has no cap room for the 2010 LeBron, Wade, Bosh sweepstakes is rebuilding then he did a great job.

Ugliest Team: Boston Celtics: How does a team lose MVP Sam Cassell and retain the title of NBA's ugliest team? It is actually quite simple for a cunning GM like Danny Ainge. He went right to work and added Sheldon Williams and Marquis Daniels. Bones does not make a habit of getting cheap laughs at the appeareance of others but if he saw 5 man squad of Williams, Daniels, Brian Scalabrine, Big Baby Davis and Kendrick Perkins walking down the street he would be convinced the goverment was creating mutants and a few had escaped. The eyes, noses and foreheads of Davis, Perkins and Williams look like their staring at reflections in a mirror maze and Daniels seems satanically posessed. With the world's biggest ginger, Scalabrine, rounding out the group the men from Beantown have undoubtedly locked up a repeat.

Biggest Potential Suprise: Washington Wizards: Washington has the same core that finished fifth in the East two years ago and has added even more scoring. There are not many teams in the league that posess 5 players that can score over 30 on a given night and the Wizards definitely have that in Gilbert Arenas, Mike Miller, Antawn Jamison, Randy Foye, and Caron Butler. The Wizards have also added depth to the frontcourt with the addition of Fabricio Oberto and the emergence of Andray Blache. As is always the case with the Wizards the biggest question is can they stay healthy? If they can Bones sees them as a sixth seed that has a real chance to scare Cleveland or Orlando in the first round.

Best Hair-Mike Miller: Despite tough competion from Ron Artest and Dirk Nowitzki Mike Miller is the winner of this year's award for best hair. Bones was in attendence for the Wizards' preseason game against the Grizzlies. After signing autographs and taking pictures with babies Bones found his seat and began to watch the players warm up. When he glanced at the court for the first time he saw the most beautiful hair he had ever seen. Wavy, vibrant, golden locks were flowing down the back of one of Washington's players. Bones first instict was to assume the mane belonged to a d-leaguer who would be cut at the end of the season and never seen again. Imagine how enthralled he was when your loyal narrator discovered the majestic ensemble belonged to Mike Miller. Refusing to let his performance affect his appearance Miller shunned a ponytail. Instead, he constantly threw his hand backwards and brushed the hair away from his eyes leading to both a sub par performance and the fainting of several females. Following the game the Wizards shamelessly informed Mr. Miller he must mask the vibrant radiance that is his hair with a ponytail. This is the equivalent of telling a rainbow it can only be one color but Bones believes an all yellow rainbow would be better than none at all and looks forward to watching Miller make women swoon throughout the season.

MVP-Carmelo Anthony- 2009 is the year that Carmelo Anthony finally takes his place alongside D-Wade, Kobe and LeBron in the NBA's elite. It is not as if Melo has not been playing at the same level as these players the past three seasons but this year he will finally be forgiven by the media for a series of minor transgressions (the most unforgivable being his decision to marry MTV's VJ and wear this.) Carmelo became Bones second favorite player in the league during the 2004 Olympics. He seemed to be the only player that showed any passion on what was a disaster of a squad. He followed that up with an even more impressive performance in the Athens games and a great 2008-2009 NBA season for the Nuggets. Anthony may not be the defender Wade, Kobe and LeBron are but he is a more efficient and natural scorer. The difference between he and the other three being he can score 40 or 50 points with interupting the flow of the offense. He scores in a variety of ways, none involving the calling of a high ball screen or clear out while the rest of his team stands stagnant. When the Nuggets do isolate him he makes moves predicated on scoring quickly. He is also strong enough to to post up, attack the basket and draw fouls without the preferential officiating treatment other elite players recieve. If Baltimore's finest puts up 26, 6 and 5, Denver has another succesful year and the voters do whats right the 2009 MVP should go to Melo.

NBA Champ: San Antonio Spurs: As painful as it is to envision Bones' crystal ball contains the Spurs and Celtics playing an NBA finals full of 83-79 contests. The Spurs made themselves exponentially better by adding a fourth scorer in Richard Jefferson. They also added a valuable veteran, Antonio McDyess, and and stole DeJaun Blair with the 38th pick. Why isn't every NBA team run like the Spurs? With Tony Parker blowing by Derek Fisher at will, Jefferson forcing Kobe to exert energy on defense and McDyess pulling Gasol away from the basket so Tim Duncan can operate the Spurs will sneak by the Lakers before disposing of Boston in 6 games to win the NBA championship.

Monday, October 26, 2009

B I N G O B I N G O

Bones once again enters the blogasphere apologetic to his readers about another long delay but this time he actually has an excuse. Bones recently switched jobs. Coincidentilly, his days no longer consist of this. Now that he actually has to do work at work Bones can no longer send triple digit e-mails a day and more importantly, must blog on his own time. Blogging itself took only a small piece of Bones gargatian man card. However, blogging on his own time, for free (because google hates the little guy), would leave him somewhere between David Spade and Marc Antony on the totem pole of masculinity. But being weak, talking like a girl and failing to bench press the bar seems to have worked for those guys so Bones will blog on.

Sadly, Bones will be addressing his beloved Redskins in tonight's entry. The teams current state of utter disaray makes Andy Reid's family situation seem normal. The most unbelivable part of the entire catastophre is that the blame for the Redskins 2-4 record is being placed on Jason Campbell and Jim Zorn. Are the Redskins fans and the media really that naive? You give a fat, unmotivated player (Haynesworth) with a history of attitude problems 100 million, a corner (Hall) who can't tackle or cover and has a history of attitude problems 40 and start the season without a back up offensive lineman who played a snap last season and it's the quarterbacks fault? This is the equivalent of blaming Davey Crockett for not being able to fend off the Mexicans at the Alamo. As for Zorn, maybe he is not a great offensive mind but has that really be proven? The offensive line he coaches is decrepit, his running back is eroding faster than Jerry Jones face and they have 2 players (Moss, Cooley) that are viable recieving targets. Obviously, this is not the head coaches fault.

Bones believes the Redskins can be likened to the appearance of Fergie. They have a beautiful body (tradition, fans, stadium and defense) that is tarnished by what is upstairs. (Dan Snyder, Vinny Cerato) These morons actually brought a 67 year old man who has never been a succesful play caller and was announcing Bingo numbers two weeks ago in to run their offense.

In spite of all of this Bones is a loyal and dissilusional fan. He somehow believes they will beat the Eagles tonight, turn their season around and make the playoffs. Why? He simply cannot help it. Bones is similar to the distraught but doting wife who still believes her husband is "working late" despite finding lip stick stains on his dress shirts once a week. Tonight he will drag you through the Redskins agonizing betrayal along with him. Think of him as the wife as she forces herself to continue to climb the stairs despite hearing another woman's voice in her bedroom. Will he open the door to see the Redskins with the secretary and finally give up hope or will he wake up from a nightmare and realize the beginning of this season has been nothing but a bad dream.

8:41: Shockingly all 20 "experts" on the ESPN Monday Night Countdown team picked the Eagles. Bones gets deja vu and remembers the exact same thing happened 3 years when the Skins shocked the Eagles. These guys are right the same ammount as time as any normal fan. Why do they ask them who is going to win?

8:45: DeSean Jackson scores a 67 yard touchdown on a simple reverse. How did Bones possibly think the Skins could even stay close in the game? They have already lost to the Chiefs, Lions and Panthers and squeked by the Rams and Bucs at home. How can they be this bad? Bones is sweating prefusely and just recieved 6 hateful text messages. This night will not end well.

8:55: Campbell fumbles a snap to crush the Redskins first drive and the Eagles are moving down the field again. On a side note the umpire for the game looks like more of a corpse than the Redskins franchise. Someone check his pulse.

9:02: Brian Westbrook gets a concussion and apparently his brother plays for the Redskins. How did I not know this? Can we trade?

9:21: At the end of the first quarter the Eagles lead 14-0. The Redskins performance is identical to what it has been all season. Pretty good defense, inept offense. If a big play doesn't come out of nowhere this game will be over by halftime. Bones knows he will not be able to sleep but doesn't know if he can continue to watch. Maybe he will camp out, go for a run or shoot himself with a tranquilizer. As Campbell fumbles the third option appears to be the best.

9:33: The corpse almost cost the Redskins 40 yards by calling clipping on the wrong team. Down 17-0 the Skins need a touchdown before rigomortis kicks in and the game is delayed.

9:41: BINGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....The Redskins score an offensive touchdown which is actually the result of great play calling. A draw to Rock Cartwright catches the Eagles off guard and the Skins go shot gun from the 2 to score their first offensive touchdown in recent memory. Still down 17-7 at least there is a glimmer of hope.

9:46: With all the momentum on their side Atwaan Randle El tries to catch a punt with his face and the Eagles recover. Why do I continually build up hope? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????

10:10: The good news the Redskins are playing better than they have all season. The bad news, they are down 27-10 at halftime. Nothing is more indicitive of their sad state than Jim Zorn celebrating a last minute field goal that cut the lead to 17 like they just won the Lombardi Trophy.

10:22: Bones just to took a cold shower, put a clothespin on his lip and listened to you oughta know by Alanis Morisette to try to awake from this nightmare but it did not work. He has also changed Redskins shirts and just took 4 nyquils in an attempt to end the misery. Why does he keep telling himself if they can score on the opening drive of the half their right back in it? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????

11:00: A scoreless third quarter was highlighted by Andre Carter causing a Donovan McNabb fumble that sat inbetween a Redskins player feet for what seemed like 5 legit seconds. If the situation was reversed the Eagles would have scooped the ball up and run it into the end zone. In fact that only teams that wouldn't have recovered that fumble are the Skins, Browns, Lions, Bucs and Rams. But when you are an awful team the ball never seems to bounce your way. Instead of going to bed Bones is going to sit on the edge of his seat for the entire fourth quarter. Sadly, deep down he believes the Skins somehow have a chance.

11:28: Going for it on fourth and goal down 17 the Redskins center snaps the ball into his own leg. Mike Tirico says, "That play epitimizes the Washington Redskins." It is the first time in his life that a comment like this to make Bones furious. But next week is a bye, they have time to lick their wounds, get more accustomed to their new play caller, there is still hope, they can win their last 9 games… WWHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????

THE GREATEST AMERICAN OF ALL TIME

#1: Steve Nash.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Party in the USA

# 2 Miley Cyrus- Yes, that's right my loyal readers at the ripe age of 17 Miley Cyrus is Bones' second greatest American of all-time. Some may call this decision irresponsible, foolish and even unpatriotic. However, Bones will present a case on Ms. Cyrus' behalf that would cause Jackie Chiles to shudder and make believers out of even the most diligent naysayers.

Bones mistakingly stumbled upon Miley in a similar fashion to the way Christopher Columbus discovered this great land he now calls home. While preparing to go on his daily 15 mile sprint he shockingly could not find his ipod. Bones and the Mrs. had a dinner date less than an hour a half away so needless to say he had little time to search for the misplaced music machine. Tragically, it seemed your loyal narrator would have to think and take in his surroundings instead of listen to mindless music durng his treacherous voyage. However, his 12 year old sister was not about to let his travesty occur. As Bones stepped out the door she handed him a tiny, sparkling purple ipod. Her impeccaple timing could only be compared to that of Notre Dame.

Without a second to spare Bones grabbed the tiny contraption and pressed play while running out the door. He struggled to maintain his normal 3 minute per mile pace shuddering while the sounds of Justin Bieber, the Jonas Brothers and Britney Spears attacked his ear drums. As he approached the final mile of his route, which happens to be hillier than the terrain Napolean conquered when leading his elephants into cartilage, he needed an impressive performance to have any chance of avoiding the wrath of Mrs. Bones.

At this moment fate intervened and Bones heard an angelic voice utter the following lyrics: I can almost see it/ that dream I'm dreaming but/There's a voice inside sayin/You'll never reach it. In his state of delirium Bones could not believe the reality of what he was hearing. He could see the light at the end of the tunnel but there was the voice of Mrs. Bones telling him he couldn't make it and he would be chastised for making them miss their reservation at Arby's. Intrigued Bones listened on and was shocked at the relationship between the lyrics and his current situation. Every step I'm taking/Every move I make feels/Lost with no direction/My faith is shaking but I/Got to keep trying/Got to keep my held high. And that Bones did. He began to move his legs like his name was Shaggy and he just saw a ghost. As the unknown phenom belted out "It's the climb" at the same Bones reached the summit he laughed at the sheer irony of the moment. The inspirational words enabled Bones to set a personal best and Mrs. Bones devoured all 4 of her beef n cheddars at the scheduled time.

The next time Bones saw his little sister he asked who the goddess that sang that majestic song was. He was informed her name was Miley Cyrus. This is when Bones began some research and realized she also has a great song entitled Party in the USA, a television show and is the direct offspring of Billy Ray Cyrus. Watching one minute of the dreadful television show confirmed three things. It is the worst show of all time, Billy Ray Cyrus is still alive and anything that is that bad and still popular is extremely American. Helping out your unemployed old man is also American and Cyrus has certainly done that. So here's to there only being one person more American than a woman capable of convincing her dad to switch from a mullet to highlights, starring in a ridiculously awful and succesful television show and inspiring Bones to finish strong on every run he takes from here on it.

The camera is rolling

#3 Bill Belichick - Bones third selection on his now famous list is a man who not only epitomizes the American dream but also America itself. Although Bill Belichick is almost impossible to like he posseses all the key characteristics that make this country great. He is stubborn, brash, confrontational, hard-working and always gets the job done. Also like Americans he doesn't care what others think of him. The rest of the world may think we are fat, power hungry, bullies but Bones never hears any of them saying it out loud. Why? Because in spite of what they think of how we accomplished it deep down they know we are more powerful, dominant and succesful than they are. The same is true with Belichick. No matter how arrogant, vindictive and caniving opposing coaches, the media and fans may think he is they still have to respect him. They have to respect him because they know he is the best coach currently in the NFL not named Jim Zorn. In honor of the hornary one Bones will write a running commentary as Bellichiks Patriots participate in the first Monday Night game of the year.

7:32: With the Patriots game sputtering at the start Bones flips channels to watch the finale of the fourth set of the US Open. Tennis is actually Bones' 2nd favorite sport to watch on the tube but he ussually spares his loyal readers the details. However the unparralelled battle currently being waged between Roger Federer and the 20 year-old, 6'6, Argentine, stallion that is Juan Martin Del Potro is to good to miss. Both men are sporting head bands but in extremely different ways. Federer is rocking his typical clean-shaven, parted hair look with shiny strands falling immaculantly over his the black band. Del Potro is wearing a yellow band and looks as if he has been camping out in Central Park since he arrived in New York a fortnight ago. On top of his towering 6'6 frame is a matted mass of brown hair which leads down to a beard most 20 year olds can only dream of. The beard extends all the way down his neck and connects directly to chest hair that Austin Powers would kill for. Trailing two sets to one the Argentine crushes forehand after forehand to force a fourth set tie break. Federer can clinch the match here. This would obviously followed by Roger acting as if his legs no longer work and writhing on the ground for the 16th time after a major.

7:41: The Bills shockingly take the lead but Belicheck remains emotionless like a great General about to unleash his best tactiful ploy. Something tells me this will not end well for Buffalo.

7:48: Despite the chair umpire being less decisive than Brett Favre Del Potro forces a fifth set. The decision Bones must make between watching the Bills, who hold a 7-0 lead at the end of the first quarter, try to shock the Patriots and Del Potro try to make history can only be equated to how Brad Pitt must have felt on the set of Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

8:04: The bearded wonder jumps out to a 3-0 lead in the final set. The 20 year old is earily calm but it is understandable for someone who begins shaving at the age of 10 to mature faster than others. On ESPN the Patriots tie the game but Belicheck still looks a character on a Keystone Light commercial.

8:26: Juan Martin Del Potro pulls of the stunner and becomes the first man since 2003 to defeat Federer at the US Open. Bones would like to personally congratulate Mr. Del Potro on his victory, his name and winning the genetic lottery.

8:48: The Patriots start the second half down 14-10. Bones has a few observations from the little of the first half he witnessed: Monday Night Football has finally found a good third announcer. Jon Gruden is a natural and is obviously better than both Dennis Miller and Tony Kornheiser. This is the first and hopefully last time Bones has ever witnessed referees participating in the throw back activities. Understandably, Tom Brady looks like he is scared to get hit.

9:02: With the Patriots pinned inside their own 5 Brady hits Moss on three straight plays to put the Patriots into Buffalo territory. They flash to Belichick who apparently is eating a war head. Is he really that miserable at all times or is he playing a joke on the rest of the world? Either way Bones loves it.

9:34: Despite completely dominating the entire game the Patriots find themselves trailing 17-13 with less than 11 minutes remaining. Tom Brady and Randy Moss have been playing catch the entire second half but it has only produced 3 points. More importantly there have not been nearly enough shots of Belichick. Hopefully this will change before the conclusion of the game.

9:41: A Patriots defensive lineman suplexes Trent Edwards giving Buffalo a first down. Bones has no clue what constitutes roughing the passer. Judging from this game a player cannot hit the quarterback above the shoulders, below the thigh or perform WWE moves on them. This is disapointing since the Redskins were considering signing Rey Mysterio Jr.

9:46: The Bills score with less than 6 minutes remaing to go up 24-13. Back to back shots of Belichick prove that changing facial expressions is simply not an option. The amazing thing is that like Derek Zoolander he can display confidence, disdain, content, exctasy, disapointment and frustration with the same face.

9:56: The Patriots score to cut the lead to 24-19 but the only professional athlete Bones has ever hung out with, Brian Scott, thwarts the 2 point attempt. Bones played basketball in college with his brother and the one time Bones met him he was the most humble man he has ever come in contact with. More importantly it was the only time in college I drank Grey Goose.

10:01: Inexpicably a Bill takes the ball out of the end zone instead of kneeling and fumbles. Belichick chuckles without changing his facial expression.

10:06: Brady hits Watson for the second time in the last 5 minutes and the Bills have somehow blown this game. Belichick reacts like he just won the lottery, his dog died, Marrissa Miller gave him her number and Roger Goodell ruled he couldn't cut his sleeves anymore. Congratulations Bill but not really. That raps up the night for Bones. He refuses to ever watch the Raiders, especially late at night, for the simple reason he is terrifield of having nightmares about Al Davis.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Tendercrisp Bacon Cheddar Ranch

#4 Darius Rucker - Bones apologizes for his countdown of the ten greatest Americans taking longer than the last hour of work on a friday but genius cannot be rushed. As you should know now the best ways to appear on this epic countdown are making the most of your abilities, reinventing oneself on the road to success or doing something absurd. The fourth greatest American of all-time has done all three. Without furthur ado I present the Black Eminem, Darius Rucker.

Darius grew up in the great city of Charleston, South Carolina. Many have claimed to have witnessed a young, chubby Darius strumming his guitar and eating upwards of 30 meals a month at the old Burger King on Main Street. He always wanted to be the lead singer of a popular rock band but since he could not sing he decided to attend the University of South Carolina. While in Columbia a young Darius made two great decisions. The first was to never buy a new hat, wash it in muddy water, put a fish hook on it and laugh every time he looked in the mirror because is said Cocks. The second was to realize that having an awful voice didn't stop Jimmy Buffet from being famous and it wouldn't stop him either. With this in mind he posted signs reading "Wanted: Ugly, White guys with long hair that can play an instument. Two weeks later he found what he was looking for and the band was named during a night of drinking and watching discovery channel.

Hootie and the Blowfish achieved nearly unprecedented success with their first album going platinum 16x. While hits like Hold my Hand, Let her Cry and I only want to be with you drove some to stop listening to the radio they drove others into a state of pure exctasy. But alas the band's success wore thin over the years and Darius grew tired of singing the same three songs and then being kicked off stage. Just when he was about to give up on his passion and enjoy the millions of dollars he amassed over the years he got an unsuspected call from an old friend. The conversation went as followed.

King: Darius do you remember me?
Darius: What, who is this?
King: How can you not know. Remember when you were a fat, litle boy and we used to eat all our meals together. Remember when you told me you only wanted to be with me?
Darius: King? We had some good times together but I had to kick the habit. People don't like fat rock stars. When is the last time you heard a song by Blues Traveler.
King: Hahaha. Darius, Darius, Darius. I do not need your business this is America. There are fat people everywhere. For everyone that escapes my grasp like you there are thousands of Rosie O'Donnels. What I want is a commercial. I want you to sing about a new tendercrisp chicken sandwhich, in a cowboy suit, while people behind you perform like characters you would ussually see in an LSD induced coma.
Darius: Come on King. I'm rich. I don't need to do this. I will talk to you later.
King: Did we forget about the time you held me up at gun point for a Whopper Jr. Be on set at 8 or I go public.

The result of this strange exchange was the following commercial. After witnessing this debacle Bones remembers saying two things to himself over and over. The lyrics to the abysmal song he could not get out of his head and how he couldn't believe how far Hootie had fallen. However, he did not let this commercial end his career. Instead, he parlayed it into a wildly succesful debut as a country singer. He produced an album that has seen him become the first black country singer since 1983 to notch a number one hit and the first crooner since Wynonna Judd to have their first three hits reach number one on the country chart. Any man that can go platinum 16x with an awful voice, be reduced to singing in one of the worst commercials of all-time and then respond to release a succesful country album seems pretty American to Bones. So congratulations Darius and know that Bones looks forward to D Ruck dropping a rap LP in the near future.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Little Orphan Danny (#5 Jimmy Z)

Imagine this: Cold, raw meat, igloos, and dog sledding. If you merely envision this collosal combination you will begin to shake uncontrollably from fear and horror. For 6 months I braved these conditions in Alaska, the "Final Frontier". If you are thinking to yourselves right now "Little Orphan Danny you are so brave for doing this" let me assure you it was not my choice. One second I am eating a delicious bowl of Raisan Bran Crunch, the next I wake up tied to a dog sled in Canada. Those dogs of destiny took me all the way to Alaska to stay with my inuit grandparents Bethsheba and Kanut and their son Jim. For a while it was not that bad. Durin the day Jim and I went trecking through the wilderness hunting down caribou and playing Iniut ping-pong. I also found a wife. (The way you find a wife in Alaska is if you see a suitable chickenhead ,which is what women are called in Inuit, you go and search through the chickenheads hair and if you find a tick on her head she becomes your wife.) My wife's name was Oogrooq which means bearded seal in Iniut.

Yes, all was well until LOD, now brimming with confidence and happiness in his new home, tried to overthrow the head chief of the tribe. The other villagers could not decide who they wanted to be their leader. In order to break the tie there was a contest to see who could swim across the bering strait to Russia and back to Alaska the fastest. Now LOD has always been a good swimmer, ever since Bones pushed me into the diving well at age 2 and told me to swim, but I lost. After I lost the villagers banished my chickenhead and I into the wilderness. All they gave me were the furs on my back and my bowstaff. I will not relay to you what happened in the next six months but i will say that Oogrooq went to that big igloo in the sky and I made it back to write this blog about the 5th greatest American of all time.

Jim Zorn ,one of LOD's personal heroes and the football genius that heads the most storied and classy franchise in the National Football League, the Washington Redskins, has been selected and given the coveted honor of being Bones pick for the 5th greatest American of all time. There are more reasons for Jimmy Z to make this list then there are dark hours in an Alaskan summer day so please be patient. To start with there is his look. Is there anything more american than a flattop? The answer is no and Zorn sports one like a young Chris Mullen. The flattop alone would have projected the great Z man into the top 10, but the fact that he uses the "Backyard water park", the "10 dollar fun extravaganza" yes, the slip n slide to teach his quarterbacks to slide before they get hit, made him top 5.

Zorn is also a great American underdog story. Who does not root for underdogs? People who eat Butterfingers (the worlds worst candy) and French canadians. Who eats butterfingers? French Canadians. So besides this one race ,which is a missing dice on the board game that is society, everyone loves underdogs as much as David Stern loves to cheat. Jim Zorn has been an underdog ever since the beginning of his professional football career. He went undrafted out of college and his chances of playing in the NFL looked about as slim as Kate Bosworth post Blue Crush. Against all odds he became the Seahawks starting quarterback from 1976-1983. During these glorius years he showed no regard for the pocket. He made magician like passes that awed the crowd and inspired them to have the same passion and love for their job that this man did for his. LOD believes he is the lone reason that the economy flourished during this time period. Again, when hired as Head Coach of the Washington Redskins Zorn was questioned and verbally destroyed by the media. What did this great American do? He conquered his critics like Ceasar conquered the Gauls. he led the Redskins to a 6-2 start and a very succesful season and is undobtedly primed to hoist the 4th Lombardi Trophy in franchise history this season.

It would take LOD many years to write all the reasons that Jim Zorn is a phenomenal American but since LOD is jacked out of his mind, young, and really, really redicuously good looking I will wait until I am older to undertake such an honorable and chivalrist task. As for right now I will, as is my custom, write an inciteful and life changing poem.

The birds are chirping, the wind is breezy,
I know this guy named Beezy,
he loves bees so much that he gave up cheese
just to be with his bees.
he has a sister named louis
and she can bake a good cake
She woke me up one morning and the birds were breezy
and wind was chirping and i went and saw Beezy and
revealed to me that he had given up his bees to eat cheese








Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Cosmo Kramer

As Bones has previously stated there are many different interpretations of the American dream and what it means to be a true American. Some think it is to rise from the dregs of society, outwork the masses and become rich. Others believe it is to be born into a wealthy family, drink scotch on the rocks and talk about old money your entire life. There are still more who think it is to farm the land you were born on, marry the first woman you kiss and have as many children/farmhands as possible. Bones understands there to be truth in all these beliefs and that the American Dream was best put into words in this timeless quote by the iconic Archibald MacLeish, "“There are those who will say that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind is nothing but a dream. They are right. It is the American Dream." Bones agrees with his main man Archibizzle. He thinks that living in a country that strives for equality and freedom unbridled to pursue hapiness in any way that does not desecrate the law is what our forefathers had in mind when they strung together a little thing called the Constitution. There has never been a man who took greater advantage of our countless liberties than Cosmo Kramer.

The other day Bones was returning season 3 of Sex in the City to Blockbuster (which is located next to an organic food store) and witnessed the following scenario: A man in a suit was walking back to his Lexus after returning a movie when another man around the same age wearing a body by brocolli shirt called out, "Is it fun to drive that car around the man's prison all day." His buddy laughed, threw provided a fist pump and added, "I bet you got a life sentence." The man in the suit yelled back, "take a shower, get a job and quit messing up my son's college funds you losers. I will call you when I am done with dinner so you can pick through the scraps." He then proceded to get back in his car, rev the engine a couple times and make a spectacle of his marginally attractive female companion. If Bones were Aesop the moral of this story would be that both parties involved are chiefs. It is not cool to take advantage of the goverment, have no aspirations and heckle people outside organic food stores. However, it is also not cool to brag about money and belittle your fellow Americans. Cosmo Kramer acted like neither of these chiefs. He found a happy median. Kramer was neither an unmotivated slacker or a pretentious jerk. There are countless reasons he arrives at #6 on the list but a las some of you have jobs and I will only discuss the top 3.

He was a savvy businessman: There are some that may refute this claim with the unimportant truth that Cosmo never actually held a steady job. They may also argue that he lived off a large inheritance that he acquired through sheer luck. However, these minor details cannot discount the countless cunning business ventures he made and his ability to take care of money. Unlike the majority of people who inherit fortunes or win the lottery he did not live beyond his means and end up bankrupt. He was perfectly content being in a moderate apartment, preparing his own meals in the shower and only eating out at the local diner. Also unlike many who fall into cash he was not content to simply live off it while doing nothing. He was constantly using his entrapaneul mind to create new avenues for revenue. He had his share of failures, such as the pizzeria where customers cook their pizza, a rickshaw service that employed the homeless, the bro and a tie dispenser, but so did Donald Trump. His roaring successes including a coffee table book about coffee tables, a carriage service and succesful careers as an underwear model and actor. He was also a grizzled vet of thrift stores and one of the most profitable horse race gamblers of all-time. Essentially he was able to live comfortably without ever having to answer to a boss and if that is not the American dream than what is?

He was a ladies man: Although rediculous, one of the ways our society judges a man's success is by how well he does with the ladies. Constantly being surrounded by beautiful women is no goal of Bones but he will admit that this guy seems more American than this one. Kramer had an allure with women that knew no limits. Even lesbians and the strictly relgious could not escape his grasp but he was no womanizer. Knowing he was better as a memory than as their man he gave each of his woman a month or two of unadlutered bliss before selflessly letting them go.

He was hilarious: In a country that holds comedy to the highest standard Kramer was simply the best. The way he entered a room, his gesticulations and his ever changing voice our only a few of the attributes that made him the height of hilarity. Bones could go on for hours describing scene after scene but instead will talk about just one. In this scene Kramer is trying to prove an accountant the group has entrusted money to has a cocaine addiction. Cosmo, who does drink or smoke, goes to the accountant's watering whole to try and catch him in the act. Any inhabitant of this country who can watch Kramer chug a beer while puffing a cigarette, burp out smoke and then place the still lit cigarette backwards in his mouth and not crack a smile should be sent straight to Canada.

Monday, June 29, 2009

#7 Andy Roddick

In Bones life he has been lucky countless times. He was lucky to be the oldest and best looking of six children. He was lucky to be born to loving and caring parents that did not realize his plight earlier and send him to trade school. He is lucky to have made great friends everywhere he has gone despite talking incessintly. He is also extremely lucky to have landed Mrs. Bones who despite having to deal with his tireless antics for the past three years is still somehow alive and well. However, rarely have the stars ever aligned in such a fashion for your loyal narrator. You see Bones had already decided to make Andy Roddick his number 8 American of all time for a variety of reasons. Then he gets out of work early on a Monday. After accesorizing and moisturizing Bones sat on his couch only to find that Mr. Roddick was about to play. So not only can he write a blog about why Andy deserves the spot but he can do so while keeping a running diary of the matches proceedings. As always the reader will be the true winner.

1:40 Andy Roddick is playing Thomas Berdych who is not from America so he is no friend of Bones. The two competitors have the similar stregths of serves and foreheads and also the similar deficencies of weak back hands and volleys. Roddick is the 2-1 favorite but when your married to Brooklyn Decker motivation is always a question.

1:55: Roddick and Berdych are exchanging aces at a dizzying paces and breaks of serve promise to be as common as all straight casts on the Real World.

2:19: As Bones predicted both players cruised through their service games and have arrived at a first set tie break. Berdych double faults on the first point of the tie break and Roddick does his patenent shoulder wind and pulls his shirt up. I would question if he does the shirt pull to show off his abs but when you are sporting this on your arm there is no need. The double fault was all Roddick needed as he wins every point on his serve and takes the first set.

2:31: With the second set in its early stages it gives Bones a chance to discuss some of the reasons besides this that Roddick lands on the notorious list. Roddick seems like the kind of guy that does not take himself to seriously. He is extremely competitive but after tough losses he often humurously mocks his own poor play. After wins he is humble but he is also not afraid to call out opponents whose antics may have been too much. Listening to him call Djokovic out for whining or yelling at a cameraman who is snapping pictures of his wife during a point, now that's American! Bones also loves Roddick because he wears Lacoste. "But Bones Lacoste is French." Bones is aware of this fact but believes Roddick wears it for the sole reason to show the pretentious, metrosexual French that he can look better in their gear than even they think they do. However, his support of the deodarant shunners ends there as he refuses to eat mayonaise and still orders large freedom fries with his American fast food combos.

2:54: In a stunning development at 4-5 in the second set Roddick notches the first break of the match and takes a commanding lead two set lead. The American is playing nearly flawless tennis. Hopefully, unlike his soccer playing countrymen he knows how to kick a foreigner when their down.

3:15: Roddick breaks to go up 4-2 in the third and this match is all but over. Bones has been watching Mr. Roddick, as a strictly heterosexual fan of sports, since the beginning of his career and can never remember him playing this well.

3:30 Roddick easily serves out the match making a man who had not dropped a set yet in the tournament look like a qualifier. Next up is the feisty Australian Lleyton Hewitt. If he can ignore Hewitt's excessive screaming after inconsequential points it would set up a potential match up with England's great hope Andy Murray. Why England's great hope is a man from Scotland Bones is not sure. He understands a brit has not won Wimbledon since 1936 and that a brit is defined as anyone from Great Britian. However, this does not help Bones understand why the English root for Murray. Wouldn't that be the equivalent of an American rooting for a Canadian or a Mexican to end a United States drought at the US Open? Bones will never know but does know two things: British people don't floss and that Roddick crushing the whole United Kingdom's hopes on Center Court the day before July 4 is about as American as Spencer Pratt being famous.

3:47: Roddick gives an interview like he has a plane to catch but this is only because this is waiting for him and he desperately needs to update his twitter. It currently says, "Damn I jinxed them." Evidently, Andy thinks he caused the United States men's soccer team to lose to Brazil. Here's to hoping Bones hasn't jinxed Roddick and we will all we celebrating his first Wimbledon title while eating hot dogs this weekend.

#8 Dr. Montenier

Dr. Jules Bernard Montenier - Bones has no respect for his readers who have never heard of the good Dr. Montenier. He can forgive most transgressions but ignorance is simply not one of them. Bones has known about Dr. Montenier since he was eleven years old when he recieved a stick of Old Spice in his Easter Basket. The magic substance allowed Bones to mask his nervousness whenever his 5th grade crush Natasha Nightingale was within 100 yards of him by staying dry and allowing him to emit his stunningly seductive pheromones. Needless to say Natasha checked the no box when Bones finally got the nerve to pass her a note in class but thanks to Dr. Montenier it was not because he stunk. Bones was extremely thankful to the Easter Bunny for this gift, but always an eager learner, he also longed to know the origin of deadorant. He strolled down to the school library, immersed himself in the card catalog and was intoduced to this great man.

As anyone who knows how to use context clues has figured out by know Dr. Montenier or Jules, as he preferred to be called, is accepted in most circles as the inventor of modern day deodarant. There are naysayers who say his appearances as a sponser on the 1950s classic"What's my line?" gave him unfair credit but Bones knows better. Jules was one of the best cosmetic chemists of all-time and not a man to take credit he didn't deserve. So let's give the Doc some credit. Because of him we live in a country where smelling bad is a choice not a neccesity, where girls smell as good at 5 in the afternoon as they did at 9 in the morning and where the husky, bald guy in your local pick up game should smell the same as everyone else. Believe Bones that Jules spot is warranted and save yourself a trip to France.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Good Stuff!

#9 Kenny Chesney – There are only two kinds of people that do not like country music. The first are from indigenous tribes and thus have never heard such music. The second are the naïve who believe anyone who likes country is a redneck and refuse to give it a chance. These people can be overheard uttering preposterous comments like, “How do you listen to that yo? Real Talk B, every song is about some guy getting drunk, getting dumped by his girlfriend or losing his dog.” Sadly, Bones used to be part of this ridiculous sect of society. As a young wanna be rapper Bones used to utter some of these exact same fallacies. He believed country was only for the simple minded and faint of heart. Bones was taught the error of his ways the moment he was introduced to Kenny Chesney.

As a high school student Bones really did not do much. He shunned pagan activities like drinking and talking to girls and paid homage to his Omish brothers by refusing to get his license until he was almost 18. Bones’ weekends consisted of he and his friend, Shark, cruising around the suburbs and listening to music. While Shark mostly stuck to Notorious, Tupac and Bone Thugs he would occasionally mix in a country song. This would lead to the passenger side window being rolled down and Bones head being stuck out of it. However, there was one CD that reminded Bones of the fat girl in class not crossing her legs. No matter how much he wanted to look away he simply couldn’t. There was an unstoppable rebel force causing him to listen. As Shark continued to play this CD over and over Bones still pretended to be in utter torment on the outside but inside there was a peace he had only previously discovered upon conclusion of yoga classes. As he heard Mr. Chesney cover everything from summer flings, to high school sports, to parties, to heartache he realized that Kenny was the exact opposite of how he had unfairly characterized country music. This was not music about tractors, Budweiser and your wife running off with your brother, this was music about life. In addition, the music was uplifting and soothed Bones’ doubt during the duos dangerous voyages through the mean streets. Bones attended his first concert around a year later and has been living by the motto no shirt, no shoes, no problems every since.

In addition to opening Bones’ eyes to his favorite genre of music and helping him realize all his problems were directly related to wearing shoes and shirts Kenny Chesney secured the coveted #9 spot because he exhibits a bevy of qualities that make America great. For one he is extremely persistent. Chesney experienced little success in his first few albums but continued to plug away knowing he contained platinum magic inside his 5’4 130 pound frame. Eventually he came up with a few hits and the rest is history.

Chesney also knows how to throw a great party which anyone who has ever attended one of his concerts can attest to. He has managed to create an atmosphere at his concerts that resembles a frat party with 40,000 of your closest friends. For one night everyone seems to forget their differences, problems and bank account statements and love each other while drinking $11 Bud Lights. If that’s not America I don’t know what is.

Lastly, Chesney is a great decision maker. Not only was he able to get his marriage with Renee Zelwegger annulled but he is also constantly reinventing himself. He has gone from singing about his roots in a small town in Tennessee to his current life which focuses on the islands. Some claim Chesney sold out but not Bones. If the man released 10 albums focused upon small time living would we really still be listening? Instead of leaving that question to chance he has centered his music and his life on easy living in the Caribbean. One would think the fact that no one except him has enough to carry out this lifestyle would be problematic but it has not been in the least. People simply need an escape from their everyday lives and Chesney provides it. He has turned himself from a potential flash in the pan to Jimmy Buffet with talent and Bones looks forward to living in Kenny’s world vicariously every time he hits play on his I-pod for years to come.

Monday, June 22, 2009

THIS IS AMERICA!

Bones returns to the blogasphere flattered, confused and a little hurt. Sadly your loyal narrator is aware of all the rumors. He has seen the headlines in US Weekly and heard the venom spewed from Ryan Seacrest's lips. "He has writers block, he can't perform without PEDs, the pressure was to much so he faked his death and is living in a hut with Tupac." Of course none of these proposterous allegations contain one inkling of truth. If professional athletes deserve an offseason so does Bones. For the past month and a half he has been around the World as if he were Mase, so why all the player hating? During his hiatus Bones observed a bull fight in Madrid, went on a Safari in Australia with Hugh Jackman, played polo with the most interesting man in the world in South Africa and ate at a Cracker Barrel in Kansas City. Despite feeling hurt Bones also feels refreshed, motivated and better than ever. With this great nations birthday looming less than a fortnight away Bones has deemed it appropriate to write about the 10 greatest Americans of all time. He will write 10 seperate blogs before this sacred holiday, each dedicated to a patriot who has left an impact on this great land. Some may be only a sentence others may be pages long. He begins today at #10 with a man who is the epitomy of the American dream.


#10 JARED FROM SUBWAY Is there anything more American than making a fortune and being famous without having any talent? It is true that I could have also placed countrymen like Carson Daly, Perez Hilton, Paris Hilton and the guy who hosted America's Funniest Home Videos after Bob Saget in this spot but all of them at least had something positive going for them. Jared has nothing. He's not good looking, he can't act, his parents aren't rich and he dresses like he is trying to fend off the opposite sex. When it comes down to it the man actually got famous because he was fat. If he hadn't allowed his body to baloon to over 400 pounds he could have never made up this proposterous diet and parlayed that into a career as an awkward spokesman showing off his old pairs of pants. (Barely failing to make the top ten is the marketing director at Subway during the time when this campaign was lauched, we will call him Tim. Tim somehow convinced overweight people that the best way to become thin was to stuff down 12 inch hoagies. Taking advantage of America's propensity to ignore details Tim showed them one extreme case and made them believe it could happen to them. He knew that the majority of people would never know that jared ate a veggie sub for dinner every night. He also knew they would never read the fine print informing them that the subs are only good for you if you do not top them with cheese, mayonaise, oil, vinergar, salt, pepper or anything else that masks the awfulness that is Subway.)

Howeve, Jared is Bones' 10th greatest American of all time so it is time to give him some credit. In spite of being on the opposite end of the spectrum of LeBron James in the genetic lottery Jared has been quite succesful. He has been on commercials for over 10 years and has written a book. He has been able to make a living flying around the country and representing subway and has met some of the most famous people in the world while doing it. The only real work he has actually had to do is eat Subway without any of the toppings. So Jared congratulations Bones looks forward to watching your awkward interactions with celebrities and continuing to not eat at Subway for years to come.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

40 games in 40 nights

Every year at this times Bones welcome the NBA playoffs with Arms Wide Open as if he were a member of Creed. Even NBA haters cannot deny that there has been more drama in the first week of the NBA playoffs then there was throughout the duration of March Madness. Bones eyes have already been previed to a monumental comeback (Sixers), myriad epic performances (Tony Parker, Rajon Rando, Chauncey Billups) and a shootout that would make patrons at the OK corral shudder (Ben Gordon vs. Ray Allen). In spite of the fact that his Pistons played like they were walking the Green Mile he has never been more excited. However, there are a few trends in the NBA that are beginning to annoy your loyal narrator. The following are Bones' suggestions to his good friend David Stern on how to correct these problems that are undoubtedly turning away countless viewers.

Stop showing the slow motion reaction of players: The fact that the good people at TNT and ESPN continue to show players screaming expletives after huge plays is perplexing to say the least. Bones cannot explain or condone it but has come to accept the fact that hitting a huge shot in a basketball games calls for players to immediately refer to opponents and fans as people that have improper relationships with their mothers. If it is obvious to Bones that Kobe, LeBron and worst of all Garnett do this after every basket shouldn't is also be apparent to those people at these companies who analyze the game tape for countless hours? In spite of this, instead of showing the actual shot or the reaction of the crowd they are intent on showing the faces of the league using the worse word in the English language as a verb, adjective and noun all in the same sentence. This bothers Bones so much because at some point in his legendary stay on the planet he plans on doing the rest of mankind a favor and procreating. He envisions a world where a 20 month old Bones Jr can concentrate on disecting the pick and roll and not the language coming out of the mouths of its executors.

Outlaw Tatoos: Millions just uttered, "you can't do that Bones." To which he replies, "Why the Hell not?" David Stern has already told his players what they can and cannot wear to games so why can't, like 90 percent of bosses in America, he also tell them they cannot have tatoos that show in their work clothes. Obviously, soap and water will not work for the likes of Matt Barnes, Stephen Jackson or the Denver Nuggets but he could make the rule for all incoming employees. Personally, Bones does not care if these players want to desicrate their bodies but believes that the average fan would prefer not to watch a bunch of players that are afraid of the sight of their own skin on the tube.

Have the refs swallow their whistles: Bones is not calling for an only the strong survive free for all but the soft nature of the NBA is becoming a little much. It has gotten to the point that everytime LeBron, Kobe, or D-Wade enters the lane Bones is shocked if they do not end up shooting two. It is true that this trend started with Jordan but it is worse now because it currently applies to all star players and the weak calls are even more frequent. It also bothers Bones that in the rare cases where the stars do not get a call they stare down the refs, throw their hands in the air and refuse to run back on defense. The final thing about the men in stripes that irritates Bones is the way they handle hard fouls. If a player drives the lane during the postseason he should expect to be fouled hard. Unless the player is undercut or clotheslined it should not be intentional. The playoffs would flow more smoothly if stars were not shooting 20 FTs a game and every hard foul was not followed by the refs sprinting towards the play with their arms crossed.

Let Marv Albert return to the NBA Finals: Bones realizes that Mr. Albert works for TNT and the NBA Finals is an ABC, ESPN family affair but something needs to be worked out. The claim that he allegedly likes to pretend he is Mrs. Albert has nothing to do with his announcing ability. His effortless calls and banter would improve the broadcast of the event more than anything short of Stuart Scott wearing a muzzle. For now, Bones can only dream of Marv uttering the following call, "Bryant dribbles up top, he has been showing some signs, drives right and pulls up over James, YES!

I hate to deter from my rigid format but since I hope to know gather my Chief of the week from the submission of my readers, I will be writing a new section entitled, "Rap Lyric Bones and possibly other Caucasians do not understand," section. Bones hopes the masses enjoy.

Since his middle school days of replica jerseys, dark denim and Wu-Wear Bones has blessed his ears with music of the urban variety. The fact that he can understand very little and relate to even less of the content in these songs has never been bothersome. However, there are times ,when hearing a particularly foreign lyric he would like to be able to ask someone the meaning. That is the point of this section. It is not for your entertainment but to allow Bones to ask his readers for clarification and save him the embarrasment of thinking that Adina Howard wanted a breathmint, and not a roughneck, brother to satisfy her or of thinking that Snoop and Dr. Dre didn't like girls instead of the harsh truth of them not giving an expletive about Hos.

Today's lyric Bones does not understand comes form his Boy Young LA. In the remix of the club banger Ain't I Mr. LA flows about all the aspects of life rappers pride themselves on. In the chorus Young asks, "Ain't I smoking stong/Ain't my money long/Ain't I rocking yays/Ain't my money long/Ain't I In the ville/Ain't I on a hill/Ain't I on a pill/Ain't I, Ain't I Ain't I real?" Dr. Seuss would be so proud. Bones semi-understands all these nursery school rhymes. What he does not understand is when Young LA asks the haters the peculiar question of, "Don't I like my vegetables with extra cheese and brocolli?" This bothers Bones for two main reasons. For One, brocolli is a vegetatable. One cannot say that they like their vegetables with another vegatable. It is the equivalent of saying, "Don't I like my fruit with extra cream and strawberries?" It simply does not make sense. The second reason the lyric knaws at the darkest regions of hisinner being is there is simply now way he is bragging about his high intake of greens and velvetta. There has to be a deeper, more "ballin", meaning and Bones longs to know it.

Chief of the Week: This week's entry comes from Jason in Charleston. Bones was in the southern beauty of a town winning dance offs all weekend but never met up with a good friend because of the clumsiness of the following chief.

As your faithful reader was leaving the Market Street Saloon, aka "We wish we were Coyote Ugly, but our bartenders are busted and our bouncers only dream of being as cool as Patrick Swayze in Roadhouse," to go find Bones and the bachelor party he was with, I realized that being able to choose one chief out of the myriad of possibilities would be about as likely as Adam Dunn hitting above .230 this season. However, on the way out, one potential Chief stole the headdress and anointed himself. As your reader was walking out with his lucky choice of the night, this Brave decided to take the "I see you with your guy, but I'm going to go for it anyway" approach. As he approached the slender Adonis who was so eagerly clinging to your reader and uttered "hey girl Why don't you ditch the zero and get with the hero," his left foot slipped out from under him on the second of several stairs leading towards the front door. As his ripped jeans slammed the ground with his arms flailing through the air, your reader was momentarily concerned for his life. However, the loud clanging noise made by his Jersey-gelled-hair-helmet when it smashed the stairs ensured that all brain function would resume normal operation without any concussion. As he slowly pulled himself up off the ground, each occupant of the crowded stairwell raised their hand in a curled fashion, much like the letter C, and yelled CHIEEEEEFFFFFFF!!!!!!Your reader is thankful for this moment, for not only did it represent an obvious instance of Karma getting the best of someone, it was a moment of clarity in an otherwise difficult process of choosing one Chief out of countless possibilities seen each night in the bar scene in Charleston. If your reader ever sees this Chief again, he might even consider thanking him for such a favor. Of course, it's much more likely that I'll just point at him and yell "CHIEEEEEFFFFFF!!!!!" Jason thank your for your contribtuion. If any of my loyal readers know Mr. LA's intentions or see a chief before our next meeting please point them out and let Bones know about it.

Monday, April 13, 2009

This is Birdland!

Bones apologizes for the long hiatus but the overbearing stress and pressure of being a blogger left me needing a vacation worse than Young Jeezy. However, I attack the blogasphere today like a newly divorced cougar attacking a bachelor party. Since I picked the NBA season and NCAA tournament exactly (see West Virginia) thousands of my loyal readers have e-mailed over the last few weeks begging me not to write a major league baseball preview. The majority of them are strikingly similar to the following which was sent by one of Bones' most avid readers, Joe in LA.

Dear Bones,

If you could skip writing an MLB preview I would greatly appreciate it. I loved your NBA regular season and NCAA tournament previews until I realized I was reading the future. Some of us still love the great American pastime and would like to actually be suprised by this seasons' results.

PS...How many games are the Dodgers going to win?

To answer Joe's e-mail, 93 and since Bones does not want to disapoint the readers who make his myriad sponsers possible he will compromise. There will not be a comprehensive preview but he must glimpse into the future to provide the 2009 World Series Champions to those readers who like to take advantage of such information. For those who think Bones is about to ruin the season for them he suggests you thinks of this nugget of knowledge as you would an episode of Full House. You always knew the sitcom concluded with the Tanners hugging it out in the living room but did that make the journey the family took to get there any less riveting?

Without furthur ado I am about to break down the greatest team ever assembled position by position and present the reasons why the Baltimore Orioles will be the 2009 World Series Champions. Most years one could make the argument that giving a comprehensive preview of the Orioles while shunning the other 29 teams is like only paying attention to this picture of Jessica Simpson and ignoring this, this and this. However, this is a new year, this is Birdland.

Manager- Dave Trembley may look more like a guy that dominates the checker table at your local Cracker Barrel than a guy who manages a major league baseball team but don't let that fool you. There is a heart of a lion inside that pear-shaped man. In addition he is good for at least two memorable tirades a year and what does a manager really have to do in an American League? Whatever it is, Trembley is the best at it.

Infield - Even the most realistic of prognasticators would agree that the addition of Cesar Itzturis gives the Orioles the best infield in major league history. Adding the best defensive shortstop since Ozzie Smith to an infield that already includes Aubrey Huff, Brian Roberts and Melvin Mora is the equivalent of Mark Cuban winning the lottery. Although Huff might not be the smartest guy in the world, (he publicly bashed the city of Baltimore and stated he would rather pleasure himself than read a scouting report) he is the most feared left hander since Joe DiMaggio. Roberts has the best range in the show. He is also a lock to lead the AL in On base percentage and doubles. In addition to being more fertile than Adonis, Mora is a power-hitting defensive wizard. His current stint on the DL is no more than a speed bump on the road to destiny.

Outfield - In right field Nick Markakis is one of the brightest young stars in the game. He glides
around the outfield like Apollo Ohno while hitting for both average in power. Unbelivably, it is possible centerfield Adam Jones has even more potential than Markakis. Jones is a right-handed who will bat .300, hit over 20 bombs and produce webgems with relative ease. Fans at Camden yards have a better chance of seeing an attractive Red Sox or Yankees fan than witnessing a ball drop in right center between these two phenoms. Luke Scott and his mullet should be good for 20 HRs and 80 RBI just like last year.

Bullpen - The overpowering stuff of Chris Ray, Dennis Sarfarte and Chris Ray will leave opponents on Bended Knee as is they were Boyz II Men while the craftiness of veterans of Jamie Walker and George Sherill will dominated using pitches more suprising than Mike Tyson's extensive vocabulary. This merry band of veterans should be able to protect the massive leads the Orioles offense will be producing on a nightly basis.

Starting Pitching - Jeremy Guthrie is turning into a legitimate ace and Koji Uehara is the Japanese Greg Maddux. The problem is other than these two stalwarts Orioles starters would struggle to register a winning record in Triple A. But like anyone who knows baseball would say starting pitching is unimportant and overated. Bones envisions Guthrie and Uehara having a combined record of approximately 49-3 and the offense carrying the team to at least another 5o wins.

After the Orioles win the toughest division in baseball they will bea the Mariners in 6 games, the Yankees in 7 and breeze by the Marlins in 5. The city of Baltimore will rejoice and Jim Palmer will retire from the broadcast booth to add to the feeling of exctasy encompassing the city.

Bones also must apologize for the delay in the dropping of his first music video Blogggging. The producer he hired, knows as primetime, has been out of town. However, he is now back and the video will be recorded tommorow and uploaded on youtube in the near future. Hope everyone has a good weekend and if you see a chief make sure to point them out and let Bones know about it come Monday.