Man, we decide to make a comeback and absolutely nothing is going on in the world of sports. Just perfect. This is almost as disappointing as Britney Spears's "comeback." And speaking of Britney, it's slow news days like these when I wish she played some sort of professional sport. I'd never be at a loss for things to blog about.


I was going to post something about the Mavericks-Warriors matchup the other day, but I got distracted by how outlandishly large Baron Davis's ass is and couldn't think of anything else worth mentioning.


So while I can't promise any quality posts today (or ever), I can promise that I will drink a few cans of Steel Reserve and blog about the Steelers playoff game tomorrow. I can't promise it will be funny, coherent, or even intelligible, but then again are my posts ever? (Hint: NO.) But I can promise to be drunk.

My predictions for the wild card playoff games tomorrow are as follows:

Seahawks v. Redskins - Seahawks fans will complain about the officiating for at least a solid year. Unless they win.

Steelers v. Jaguars - While in the throes of a Steel Reserve-induced haze I will make a "Faguars" pun and think it's hilarious. Then I will loudly repeat said pun until someone acknowledges it with pity laughter or punches me in the face.

See you guys tomorrow.

Labels: baron davis, chronic alcoholism, nfl playoffs, random