Pretty much nothing happened in the sports world  yesterday except the Astros inexplicably lost a game they were easily winning. And some dude named Scooter from the Reds went completely insane with the bat.  I don’t mean he went off in a bad way. Dude went yard four times!

And in case any of you care about tennis, Djoker is in trouble this morning in Paris. Meanwhile the women are also playing but its pretty much down to a bunch of randoms since Serena is knocked up and its the French Open.

No basketball. No hockey. No college baseball (go Noles and Frogs! according to my unscientific fan poll yesterday) for another couple days. Let’s all try to get through together.

Sports are done? YAY! Now we get the links!

OK, that was weak. Let’s all hope it gets better when I bring you…the links!

Roy Larner: Hard Man

Fuck you, I’m Millwall! Nothing else needs to be said. Oh wait, one question: did they give his balls their own wheelchair when they released him from hospital, or did they have two nurses there to carry them individually?

I might believe some of this if there were one single cited source used. Also I might believe it if it didn’t involve a grown man, and one of the most powerful grown men in the world from a political standpoint, begging another grown man to not leave him alone with someone else. Because unless that other man is Hannibal Lector, all it means if that the requester is a big, giant pussy. Or the story is total bullshit. There can be no third explanation that I can think of.

Meanwhile, in another story where there are only third-hand accounts and no record of the subjects bringing it to the attention of anyone important…well, read for yourself. Lots of conjecture and “familiar with his way of thinking” going on again. But its WaPo, so what do you expect?

(Alright, we’re three links in and only one of the stories involves somebody with balls. And its not even an American with a lot of power. Its a commoner from Millwall!)

Here’s a little Reality for you. Family shocked!

Church puts message on sign. Shitstorm ensues. Church explains message. Shit-stormers not impressed.

Shandy Cobane: Soft as baby shit

Taxpayers fucked over. Apparent shitbags get to keep shitbagging while sucking on government teat. Pretty much life as usual for the Seattle area.

I’ll wait till tomorrow to get the tequila and limes out for boat drinks. Instead I’ll explain how Banjos and I met. Although we named our kids better.

Have a great day, friends! And try to be more like the guy in the first link instead of the people in the rest of them. Except the music one. That guy os alright.