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March 2007 - Posts

  • Hines Ward kidnaps baby for Steroid Trade-off

    Pittsburgh, PA

    The day started out normal for little Johnny Wile, watched some cartoons, ate some semi-solid food for breakfast, played with an ancient lite-bright, was kidnapped by an NFL star.

    What this? Kidnapped?

    The perplexing tale unfolded at an autograph session at Champs sporting goods in downtown Pittsburgh yesterday, as 10-15 Steeler faithful gathered to get autographs from the pencil thin mustachioed Ward, where his normally cheerful demeanor took a dark, twisted turn.

    “Everything was cool, kind of slow with all the fair weathered fans not being around anymore, just your average run-of-the-mill autograph session.”, said Jessica Morris, regional P.R. Rep. for Champs. 

    “The Wile family was like 5th in line, I remember them because I had to tell the parents to put out their cigarettes. The Dad had a huge jug of moonshine hooked around his finger, and the baby that got kidnapped in the crook of his arm, like a football. We had to confiscate the booze. The mom looked like a pug dog, all googly-eyed and mixed up. It seemed like one of “those” families.”

    The predator in Hines Ward took full advantage, exploiting the parent’s incompetence. After posing for a picture and signing “Johnny’s belly”, Ward went to hand the kid back. That’s where things got weird.

    “Next thing I know, Mr. Ward is sprinting passed the Easter Bunny out the door, stiff arming security guards and children along the way.”

    Johnny was gone. Ward had taken the kid with him. The Wile family thought it was ......funny.

    “Der Ya, we had a reeeal good laugh.  I warsh clothes and red up tables.  Hines Wards is a good player.  Oh my Gawd.  He makes touchdown. Me happy, duh. Yinz want moonshine?”

    When it was explained that their child had just been kidnapped:

    “Hahahaha. Hines funny, Bye bye John-John.”

    Ward hopped in a sports car and sped to the Pittsburgh airport, where he took the awaiting Rooney family jet to LAX.

    Steeler’s regular pilot, Captain John Reeves, was hesitant about flying with the highly volatile Ward.

    “I was told to fly Hines to Cali, but he wasn't being his normal self.  He was very demanding and extremely disturbed. I’ve seen the guy a hundred times and never saw him so angry. He was sweating profusely, muttering gibberish to that weird looking kid he had with him, he was acting like a crack addict.”

    Crack no, steroids, maybe…...

    The Steelers medical staff was recently put under heavy scrutiny by the FDA officials a month or so back.

    One of the teams head physicians, Richard A. Rydze, had purchased an exorbitant amount of human growth hormones on his personal credit card. The story was instantly buried by the NFL/media due the potential domino effect it could create and the high respect for the Rooney family, who coincidentally, bought their last Super Bowl win on the same credit card Rydze used to buy the HGHs.

    Flying into California, Captain Reeves became more concerned about his passengers well being upon their descent into LAX.

    “We were given the green light to fly by the Rooney's.  I told him (Ward) not to use his cell phone, but he insisted on using it the whole trip and during landing. The kid was getting all cranky, I really felt for him *shudder* ...so weird looking.  Ward kept calling "Snakes", who he was talking to about trading X-amount of “stuff” for a “perfectly good white kid.”

    Captain Reeves alerted the flight tower about the situation, who then alerted the authorities that were waiting for Ward at the gate.

    Hines was taken in for psychiatric evaluation, and later transferred to Promises rehab center with starlet/Pink Floyd’s The Wall fanatic Britney ‘Cesarean’ Spears.  The boy was given up willingly by Ward who overheard saying,

    "You take the ugly little bastard, couldn't get me more than a weeks supply for him anyways."

    Asked if he felt guilty about turning in the troubled Ward, Captain Reeves replied:

    “Hell no, I’m a Browns fan, I’ve been waiting my whole career for this.”

    One person who was more than happy to comply with our questions about the Steelers and their HGH implications, former Steelers QB and current cabaret star/drag queen, Kordell Stewart:

    “Why do think Hinesth isth alwaysth sthmiling, he’sth on drugsth.”

    *Asked to tone it down for editorial reasons, “Sash” continued with a list of people he knew were taking steroids on the Steelers squad.*

    “Bill Cower, HGH fiend. The spittle and spray are a side effect. He used to have a normal sloping chin with impeccable annunciation. Joey Porter, Bubby Brister, Bubby Brister’s father was a HUGE roid junkie. Umm, Big Ben of course, The Bus used unleaded HGH. Bradshaw. Pretty much everyone that played on winning Steeler teams."

    When inquired about what Ward’s mother might say about the situation:

    “He’s not even Korean, that woman is his dry cleaning lady. He uses the Korean thing as a cover to get the good Asian “stuff” smuggled over here easier."

    It is unknown whether this is Ward's first attempt at Child for Steroid swap.

    "Fugly" Johnny Wile was flown back to Pittsburgh in good spirits and health.  Even though he gave everyone big old "heebie jeebies", the flight attendants and EMTs kept a close eye on the boy, but not too close. 

  • 2007 Mock Amuck Contest

    Now that the log-in is all fixed (Barry is synonymous with awesome, it's been researched and verified by actual Scientists) and we’re no longer anonymous Nulls, the 1st Annual Mock Amuck Contest can begin!

    I must admit, this time of year never fails to amaze me. Some of the most incredibly ludicrous draft scenarios are spun in an anxious, anticipatory boredom during this lull.

    Occasionally I find myself leaning towards them, agreeing, guilty of what Ren Hoek & Stimpleton J. Cat coined as ‘Space Madness’.

    “Maybe a triple trade down would feasibly work, that would be soooo many draft picks…oh how I love draft picks…..NO, NO STOP IT! SNAP OUT OF IT MAN! EEGADS!"

    Hey, it happens to the best of us.

    Sure, the Tribe, Lebron & Bucks B-Ball may ease your mind, but admit it you’re a Browns fan first. No matter what you do that #3 spot is always there in the back of your brain, like that little old lady from Poltergeist, creeping you the hell out.

    If you suffer from similar symptoms, I offer a temporary release from your Madness.

    Here we go, it’s fairly simple.

    THE CONTEST

    Write a draft scenario for the Browns first 2 picks (or 3, your choice) and that’s it!  Pick your draftee and write a small blurb on why you chose that person. Easy!

    The difference between this Mock Amuck Draft and a regular Mock Draft,  is you can pick anyone in the history of the world that ever existed, real or fiction, EXCEPT SOMEONE FROM THIS DRAFT CLASS. No AD, no Thomas, No Quinn, no one from the 2007 draft or you will be disqualified.

    Example: you could pick, say, Jim Brown the greatest running back ever, with the first pick. Which is very, very obvious and not really that creative at all.

    Or, you could pick Abe Lincoln.  Or Prince Adams, Master of the Universe with the first pick.  He’s the most powerful man in the Universe, 6’5’’ with incredible mobility and speed/ has a sword wielding rocket-arm. Plus, his sister is really hot which could help the fan morale.

    He-Man

    I will be judging the contest and giving away a prize(s) for best, most creative submission and PMing the winner(s).

    I’m not sure if I’ll do a 1st 2nd 3rd place type of thing, depending on how many folks actually enter and how broke I am.

    In case of a tie breaker, my old Kosar Jersey will be the deciding judge. (Yes, I have conversations with my #19 jersey, so what?)

    Your chances of winning are pretty high, so get to it and good luck. If you have questions see the FAQ section below, or leave me a message and as always, GO BROWNS!

    FAQ

    “When does the contest end?”

    Sunday April 15th, 12:59:19 pm

    “How many times can I enter.”

    One time. So make it good

    "What's the prize if I win?"

        I'm not sure yet, depends on how much I blow at the bar this month.   Rest assured, it will be cool and "Brownsy".

    "If I win, will you use the personal info I give to stalk me?"

    Most likely

    “I’m not creative, what should I do?”

    Go to the store, buy a 6-pack of Coors Banquet Tall Boys, drink them all REAL quick like, relax, aaaaaand post an entry. Unless you’re under 21, then switch Coors Tall Boys with regular Miller High Lifes,  the SHAMPAG-NA of beer.

    “Who the hell are you and why are you doing this?”

    I’m Batman, because I’m f’n awesome.

    “I’m a Ravens/Steeler/Bengals fan, can I enter?”

    F*@k You.

  • Raiders draft 11 year old Wisconsin girl, Mindy Chidreck, with #1 pick

    Unbe-fuckin-lievable. 

    Those were the words sputtered collectively by the handful of Silver and Black faithful, gathered to witness the draft on Saturday.

    Al Davis had just thrown the weirdest curve ball in the history of the NFL. It swung around the plate, looped around like a boomerang, and headed straight out into left field, stupefying the Black-Hole die hards.

    This incredible news was dropped by newly elected commissioner Roger Goodall, who, was just as shocked as the rest of the country.

    Just as LSU QB Jamarcus Russell was fixing his tie, the following words rang out, silencing the nation:

    "With the number pick of the 2007 NFL draft, the Oakland Raiders select..........Mindy Chidreck???"

    Gasps rang out.  Disarray ensued

    Chris Berman choked back the guttural "DA RAYDAS" scream he had been practicing for 5 months straight. 

    Mel Kiper stammered through Mindy's upside and negatives, trying to justify his big board, sweating off his fake widows peak.

    John Clayton spontaneously combusted, (some guy clapped for this, actually 2 or 30 million guys slow-clapped collectively) proving once and for all that John Clayton is nothing but a flaming ass puppet.

     As the smell of burnt puppet meat wafted towards the rafters in New York, outraged reporters in Oakland descended upon wheel-chair bound Raiders owner Al Davis.  

    "Mr. Davis, what the hell are you thinking?"  one reporter pleaded.

    Under a pair of black Ray-Bans and Michael Jackson-esque umbrella, a cold concise answer was lain.

    "Simple. I'm dying and I need virgin blood to live."

    With that, the owner stood up warily, levitated, then quickly hovered across the parking lot and into an unmarked black limousine.  A hardy "BLAH!, BLAH!" was heard before the limo door shut.

    A spokesperson for the Raiders had this to say about the situation:

    "Mr. Davis has decided it best for the organization to draft someone willing to give up their blood for this team...................ehem, literally.  Ms. Chidreck will be offered #1 pick type money to be available for non-fatal "extraction" anytime during the season.  As you all know, Mr. Davis is a vampire that has been sucking the life out of this organization for years.  This is not that different.  Mindy gives us, or just Al really, new life and new hope for years to come.  Thank you and I resign, as of right now."

    A message was left with the Van Helsing's of Stuttgart, Germany.

    Mr. Savage, Cleveland Browns GM, was available for a comment.  Donning a large wreath of garlic around his neck, a giant foam Crucifix on his head, and a bottle of Poland Springs Holy Water, about the strange events,

    "What the fuck was that all about?  Do you know how hard this draft is?  I get to pick after a fucking retard AND a Vampire.  Great!  Does anyone have a four sided die?  ANYONE?  There's too many holes on my team for this BULLSHIT!  He was supposed to take RUSSELL!  I'm trading down, that's it trading down, call Houston, STAT!."

    A call was also made to the Chidreck's of Racine, Wisconsin.  A confused Mindy answered, barely holding it together.

    "That's the scary man that comes to my window at night.  I don't want him *sniff* to *sniff* take my blood       *audible sobbing*"

    Unblah-fucking-lievable.

  • Phil Savage forgets he's a Brown, drunk dials Jamal Lewis

    Independence, OH (Obsolete Chi-Chi'’s Restaurant) - It will go down as one of the more famous drinking binges in the new era of the Cleveland Browns.  GM Phil Savage took full advantage of "“Fiesta Hour"” at the local Chi-Chi'’s on Rockside Road in Independence this week, leaving him groggy, hung-over and a running back heavier.

    What started as an innocent break from free agency took a turn for the worst when Savage reached double digits in Margarita consumption.

    "Yeah, he was fine when he came in, but got pretty messed up fast.  He put his cell phone on the bar and stared at it the whole time he drank. ", said Pauly Ross, part time host and assistant bar manager.

    "“We have a happy hour from 4-7pm, an all you can drink Margarita special for $15 ... he drank all our Margaritas."
     
    Bartender Thad Barnes was working that night, and had this to say about Savage: "“Oh Man that dude was trrrrashed!  I kept givin him drinks cause he was slingin me Browns tickets like singles.  I'’m gonna sell them on Ebay and make a KILLING!"”
     
    When asked about the drunken phone call: "“Ya, he was starin at that phone all night.  Got all teary eyed and kept sayin, “it'’ll make things weird, it'’ll make things weird. Don'’t know what he meant by it, but he finally just picked it up and called some dude named Jamal.  It was sad, like an ex-girlfriend type of thing ya know?  I felt bad, so I gave him a free Jaeger bomb."
     
    Apparently the call went to enemy figurehead RB Jamal Lewis from the Coltimore Ravens, in which Savage set up a meeting the next day.
     

    "“After the call he was all happy and shit.  He ate all the salsa and chips then bailed."  Continued Thad

    "“I got ripped off man, I checked Ebay, those tickets ain’t worth nothing."

    It'’s unclear as to where Savage went next; some witnesses say he was at Quaker Steak in Valley View, shooting flaming Dr. Peppers. Others say he went to the local strip club, where he continued to give out Browns tickets like dollar bills. 
     
    What we do know is that the next day, Jamal Lewis was signed to a 1-year deal with the Browns.  Savage was seen briefly, with dark glasses and bottled water, walking sluggishly from his office where he commented concisely on the signing.
     
    "“Lewis ... better than Droughns... skull.. ow shit... don'’t be such haters.. I'’m a genius .. touchdown."
     
    Savage then sprinted passed the press down the hall to the Men'’s lavatory, where strange guttural noises were heard for several minutes.
     
    It may seem weird to the Cleveland fans to have such a hated rival on the team, but beggars can't be choosers, and the residents of Cleveland have been begging for far too long.
     
    When asked what he would say to Jamal Lewis if he came in, Pauly replied "“I would say welcome to Chi-Chi'’s."
     
    Indeed, welcome to Chi-Chi'’s Jamal.

     

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