Friday, December 4, 2009

WORLD CUP DRAW!!!!

YEAHHHH IT'S HERE! The World Cup 2010 draw is here today!!! If you don't know what that is
1) Shame on you!
2) Slap yourself!
3)Reddened by shame and your dominant hand hitting your face, get online and do some research/ditch your inferior sports leanings and get on some damn world football!

Apparently, England manager Fabio Capello ain't scared o no ghost! Or, "Group of Death". Good for him, cos we can really win this thing, so some tricky opponents to start out with really isn't much, it just means we have less time to start firing on all cylinders. No prob, with ole Fab at the helm!

Also: here's the new "roundest ball ever" that will be used in the matches


Also, the possibilities of drawing a Group of Death are 1 in 530. "So you're sayin there's a CHANCE!"

Other WCfacts: "According to market data, we estimate that England's participation [in the World Cup] will add an extra £15bn to take-home sales of lager."
and "British pubs can expect to sell an extra 10 million pints on the days that England play."

ALSO, FIFA President Sepp Blatter is an ass (I know you know...) because I just saw him here making a joke when he was told he could lift the new Jabulani ball. He said "I cannot handle the ball! It is not allowed to handle the ball! Ahahahah!" (See: Henry handball debacle)
Yeah, all great comedians have good timing....I think if Sepp laughs again, ever, that the IRA will assassinate him....

Hopefully the US and England will have good groups drawn!!!
COME ON ENGLAND!!!!!!

-J

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

88


From ESQUIRE.COM


WBGO, Jazz 88: The Best Jazz Station on Planet Earth
November 23, 2009 at 4:20PM by Tim Heffernan

It's a gray day in New York, and seasonal stereotypes are blowing in with the bad weather. At Rockefeller Center, the Christmas tree is up (read to the end: now that's a tree that's fulfilled its Gothamite destiny). Preparations are underway for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. (The night before, you can watch the balloons being inflated on Central Park West, or you can go for immediate satisfaction and observe the NYPD stack barricades along the parade route over the coming days.) And, as happens whenever the geese fly south, the dollar is tanking against the euro, filling our registers with much-needed cash and our sidewalks with slow-moving window gazers.

Yeah, the stereotype of the disgruntled New Yorker has arrived as well. What's it to ya, pal? But there is one stereotype I can get behind, and have been a lot lately: the tradition of setting this great city against a background of jazz. We are lucky here to be close to Newark, which is (among other things) the home of WBGO, the best jazz station in the galaxy. All day, every day for thirty years, the station has broadcast the famous, the obscure, the established and the up-and-coming in jazz and blues — the original American musical art forms. They do it out of love (WBGO is public radio) and they do it without any of the pretension that makes jazz snobs so damn annoying to the rest of us.

It doesn't have to be gray outside to listen to WBGO. You don't even have to be in the area — every show is Webcast live. But the mood in New York adds a certain something. Tourist hordes, holiday excesses, rush-hour subways delayed by rain: it's all made a little more tolerable, even kind of romantic, by a good horn solo and a solid downbeat. (About the image: Fifty-seven jazz greats lined up for Art Kane's legendary 1958 photograph for Esquire.)


Read more: http://www.esquire.com/blogs/endorsement/radio-jazz-112309?click=main_sr#ixzz0YSDh6F4X

His Blood Smells Like Cologne

If you've never read Ernest "I'm Hard" Hemingway, who was THE MAN, then you won't really get this...



-J

Monday, November 30, 2009

5tep





-J

The Week That Was and the One to Follow


So if my last week was a movie, the best scene (by far) would have been driving a retired lawyer around in his Mercedes, windows down, elbows out, with him drinking a martini and smoking, and absolutely BLASTING "Night Fever" by the BeeGees. Can't be topped.

As of this week, I have gloriously reached the point where I can yet again KICK A SOCCER BALL! Good Christ, it's been since August when I epically tore my ligament and fractured my ankle. If my pre-wreck form is anything to go by, I can expect some damn good performances come the end of July. Amateur Savannah soccer players- you have been warned. (Seriously, if I wasn't good I would have quit sometime in the last 17 years I've been playing...)

Thanksgiving was fantastic, great food, family time and of course hitting the high street shops with my lady. She will be gone tomorrow for 3 weeks- cue much-needed Man Time, complete with old-fashions (the drink), Modern Warfare 2 on Xbox live (best. game. ever.) and crass conversations. Excellent.

Also, this week marks the beginning of Getting Back on Track, not the most enjoyable processes, but much-needed all the same. After having pneumonia for two weeks and having a big Thanksgiving break, my ass has to go to the gym and also start my evening runs around Ardsley.

Oh, and would somebody please beat Chelsea, they're starting to piss me off. Arsenal failed pathetically, so someone else pleas step up. Cheers.

oh yeah, you know I'd have some football in here....
here's an awesome goal celebration by Jimmy KicksLikeAHorse Bullard ->


-J