An ImMediate Affliction
Posted by jtbourne on June 21, 2009 · Leave a Comment
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Before I launch into a super-insightful, fact-filled blog (nnnnnno.), let me wish a Happy Birthday to my Dad, as well as a Happy Fathers Day. The ‘ol two for one, tough break! Love ya.
Stuff is happening in the sports world – We’re in the thick of the US Open, the Jays are on TV everyday (and the Mets could basically be the “Vets” they’re so wounded), the NHL draft is near, free agent signing day is approaching… but I’ve got a couple observations first.
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Style observation:
You know those bad ideas that seem like good ideas at the time… but just aren’t? You know, ideas like…
Zubaz:
High-wasted acid-wash overalls:
Um, any outfit that involves mesh and leather:
(and/or this pose)
You know, stuff you eventually end up really regretting when you look back at pictures? (Think of every female haircut in the 80′s) Let’s give a big round of applause for this groups newest inductee, Affliction t-shirts.
(and I didn’t even put a sparkly one up – those are siiiiiiccck!)
Nothing like wearing gothic themed skulls and bedazzled flames to say “I wax my eyebrows and highlight my hair ’cause I’m a badass”.
Moving on.
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Hospital observation:
Fact: Females are generally more compassionate than males.
Fact: Medicine and health care are complicated subjects.
Thus, it makes sense that many of our smart, pretty young women go on to be nurses (and of course, doctors).
But as far as the nurses go, isn’t this the last place in the world men would want to see pretty, smart women? When they’re helpless, incontinent, whimpering, crying and generally helpless?
Nurses are one last injustice to really salt the wound that has you in the hospital to begin with. No male should ever have to discuss their frequency of bedpan use after three showerless days with someone capable of looking hot in scrubs.
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Golf observation:
What can we do for Rocco Mediate? We need to find some way to re-configure this humans body.
He’s the greatest guy, but he’s built like a sock full of oatmeal. This guy’s got more ass than J. Lo. He’s competing at the highest level of a professional sport, but looks like he put down his double-cheesed nacho’s to attempt a half-court shot at a minor league game.
I wish him the best – he’s one of the last professionals to truly speak his mind, show emotion, and generally be real. But bud – maybe mix in a jog.
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So, Phil’s in the hunt, and you can’t help but feel that he’s meant to win. It’s in NY where they love him, and he always plays well. They recently discovered his wife Amy has breast cancer. The guys in the lead aren’t exactly rich in experience.
Either way, he’s the guy I’m behind tomorrow. And if you aren’t, then you’re cheering for cancer. Remember that.
Go Phil!
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Oh, and one more thing: The recently featured “Flutebox” was an unreal, well received YouTube video – here’s another thing you can’t do, courtesy ma boy, Josh Ciocco:
I'm a hockey player turned writer. After playing for Alaska Anchorage in the WCHA (NCAA), I carried on with an NHL tryout (New York Islanders in 2007) before spending a couple seasons in the AHL/ECHL (last year was 2008-09). My father, Bob Bourne, won four Stanley Cups with the Islanders in the '80's, as did my fiancee's dad, Clark Gillies. I'm now the web editor for theScore's hockey blog "Backhand Shelf."
