Now here's how JJ Abrams rolls. He's taken the lovely Ms. Baird and made her looks like a dumpy cosplayer with what may or may not be herpes on her upper lip.
For shame JJ Abrams...
For shame JJ Abrams...
"I believe winning is fun and losing is for losers. Ergo, we will strive for the "W" in each game. While we may not win every game (excuse me, I just got a little nauseated) I expect us to fight for every loose ball and play every shift as if it were the finals of the World Cup. While I spent a good Saturday morning listening to the legal liability BS, which included a 30 minute dissertation on how we need to baby the kids and especially the refs, I was disgusted. The kids will run, they will fall, get bumps, bruises and even bleed a little. Big deal, it's good for them (but I do hope the other team is the one bleeding). If the refs can't handle a little criticism, then they should turn in their whistle. The sooner they figure out how to make a decision and live with the consequences the better. My heckling of the refs is actually helping them develop as people. The political correctness police are not welcome on my sidelines."
"We do not cater to superstars, but prefer the gritty determination of journeymen who bring their lunch pail to work every week, chase every ball and dig in corners like a Michael Vick pit bull. Unless there is an issue concerning the health of my players or inside info on the opposition, you probably don't need to talk to me."
"America's youth is becoming fat, lazy and non-competitive because competition is viewed as "bad". I argue that competition is good and is important to the evolution of our species and our survival in what has become an increasingly competitive global economy and dangerous world. Second place trophies are nothing to be proud of as they serve only as a reminder that you missed your goal; their only useful purpose is as an inspiration to do that next set of reps."
"Who's with me? Go Green Death!"
It should be noted that "Green Death" is a 6-7 year old girls club team.
Mark you calenders for September 11th 2009, 'cause that's when real football comes to the Pacific Northwest. After a handful of seasons existing only for the Lingerie Bowl on Super Bowl Sunday, the Lingerie Football League has expanded to 10 teams and will have a regular schedule of games beginning in 2009. Among the franchises are the San Diego Seduction, Dallas Desire, Chicago Bliss and of course your Seattle Mist!
I guess the official league announcements and "tryouts" happened months ago. Somehow this one slipped under my radar. That is until the Kent Reporter put the story on their front page last week. Apparently the Seattle Mist (much like the Seattle Thunderbirds) will actually play their home games in my new neighborhood, Kent. The new Showare center to be exact, although if they need a practice field I'm sure my wife won't mind If I paint some yard markers in the back yard.
also be sure to check out the fine selection of Seattle Mist Merchandise at the team shop. You know, cause you have to support the team.
Hey kids, remember Trishelle from the Real World Las Vegas? What, you don't? Well, she was the one that even after a pregnancy scare, refused to use protection while having sex with one of her roommates. Sure that doesn't sound like much these days but back in 2002 it was the most incredible Real World season ever. Well she's back, and staring in what looks like a horrible movie called Ninja Cheerleaders. check out the trailer and try to explain to me why cheerleader = stripper? I guess when you're also a ninja you need to make sure you keep your resume diverse.
Remember back when Corey Haim was like the biggest star ever? No, well trust me it happened. I think it was July 1987. Anyway, here he is throwing away any chance at a career revival on the set of the Lost Boys 2. This little video is just full of surprises. Corey Haim has money for an assistant? There was a Lost Boys 2? Corey Haim is hooked on prescription drugs? Ok, maybe that last one isn't a big surprise.
Lets hope he can get his act together long enough for someone to green light a sequel to License to Drive.