REST IN PEACE, BRAVE AND BEAUTIFUL FILLY. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED AS A COURAGEOUS CHAMPION. RUN FREE NOW EIGHT BELLES, IN A LOVELY GREEN CLOVER FIELD FULL OF FLOWERS AND BUTTERFLIES WITH YOUR FRIENDS-BARBARO AND RUFFIAN.
I know this statement makes me a giant, insensitive douche, but here goes. IT’S A FUCKING HORSE. It was sad that the horse died, and I recognize the intense connections some people have with these animals. I actually really like horse racing, but please don’t turn this into Barbaro II.
I think what gets under my skin the most about these “horse people” is the fruity language they use in reference to the equine departed. “Run free…in a lovely green clover field full of flowers and butterflies”??? Jesus, who are these people? If you were wondering where all the flower children of the 60’s went, they’re hapless horse stalkers living in Kentucky with mild knowledge of HTML.
By the way, if you were like me and wondering who the fuck Ruffian was, it appears she is just another horse that met her maker….like we all do…. except humans don’t get postmortem websites.
That being said, here’s to Big Brown. An undefeated horse who has a name slightly reminiscent of something I do every morning, and unlike Eight Belles, has a penis.
This is part of a series of posts in which your humble, soon to graduate blogger will wax poetic on the things that make Tuscaloosa and The University great.
This one is pretty self-explanatory. In fact, it’s not really Tuscaloosa specific, but rather a college thing.
I start my weekends on Thursday. Friday classes are often brushed aside, and if attended are not given full attention thanks to my desire to imbibe the night before. Whether it’s throwing a few back at the pool, having a pitcher at the Tooth (RIP), or Thursday night football at Willhagan’s, it’s a tradition for myself, my friends, and most all college students.
The inability to drink on Thursday will be yet another reason the “real world” is going to suck.
The Kansas City Star has an interview with Nick Saban about the Kent State shootings which occurred while Saban was a student-athlete there. In the interview, Saban revealed that he himself might have very well been in attendance at the ill fated rally had it not been for some opportune hunger.
Thank God the chorus of this classic Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young tune wasn’t “five dead in Ohio”
Chirping birds, budding flowers, and crazy open air preachers…all signs of spring at the Capstone. For the past two years around the time the NCAA Tournament is kicking up Brother Micah Armstrong visits the University of Alabama to spread his anti-rock ‘n roll, anti-masturbatory gospel. Throngs of students crowd around to listen. Some come to challenge him Biblically, some to make fun, and some like me just to get a bit of comic relief in the middle of the day.
Micah brings his Bible and his Camelbak to the free speech area near the Ferguson Center and begins to condemn most everyone but himself to the pits of Hell. Micah hates rock ‘n roll. He hates Hillary Clinton. He hates gays. More than anything, he hates masturbation. He refuses to even shake the hand of a “masturbator.”
This guy is totally against any religious teaching I’ve ever received, and is not representative of the true message of God. However, he has given me a Spring respite from the drudgery of undergrad work for the past two years now, and I don’t know what I’ll do without him next March.
Check out some Brother Micah action on YouTube:
My personal favorite Brother Micah Sings “It ain’t okay to be gay.”
Also see Brother Micah meet a Jesus impersonator at UA
This song which is VERY NSFW, again DO NOT PLAY THIS AT WORK unless your boss is cool with the F-Bomb. However, it is a very fitting ode to my comrades here at the University who now find themselves tasked with final exams.
On a personal note, my last day of undergraduate classes was today. Go me.
According to ESPN.com, University of Alabama booster Ray Keller’s five million dollar verdict that he had won in a well publicized trial up in Scottsboro was overturned today. Among the witnesses in the trial were Gene Stallings and Paul Finebaum. Needless to say, Finebaum’s radio show might be a bit interesting today.
I was watching the Dirk Nowitzki presser last night and realized that he bares an uncanny resemblance to my favorite Captain on the Deadliest Catch, Northwestern skipper Sig Hansen. What say you?
This is part of a series of posts in which your humble, soon to graduate blogger will wax poetic on the things that make Tuscaloosa and The University great.
The best remaining bar on the Strip is by far Cheap Shots. It’s small, sometimes cramped, but it’s great. It usually features one if not two hot female bartenders, a troubadour in the corner, and a friendly clientèle. However, it is famous for one thing: Liquor pitchers.
That’s right, not a pitcher of beer. A pitcher of liquor. There are those nights in collegiate life when one simply wants to get shithoused. This is your place. Whether you want to keep it old fashioned with a bourbon and coke pitcher, please the ladies with a Long Island Iced Tea pitcher, or go all out for the Grateful Dead pitcher, this signature libation is simply tremendous.
Cheap Shots is often my Thursday night destination, but just as frequently it’s where I head on that blessed weekday in the quarter-life when random drunkenness is the goal.
When you knew you wanted to get hosed, but didn’t have a particular destination or agenda Cheap Shots was the place, and the liquor pitcher was the drink of choice. It shall be missed…
Former Cards ace Matt Morris who has had monumental struggles on the mound as of late in Pittsburgh has been released by the Pirates.
Immediately one wonders, with the 10 Million bucks still owed to him by the Pirates, if the Cardinals couldn’t broker some kind of arrangement on the cheap to get Morris under the tutelage of Dave Duncan to see if he doesn’t have a little bit left in the tank.
The Pirates site mentions his potential retirement, and I doubt he’d be interested in pitching at AAA Memphis very long. Nonetheless, he gave St. Louis some good years, and at least it would be good to see him retire as a Cardinal.
