Earth to Kenny: Shut Your Tater Trap
Random thoughts while wondering what ever happened to Freddie Manrique:
Motor Mouth Dept.: Kenny Williams has done a solid job as GM of the Chicago White Sox. He was the guy who assembled the team that won the 2005 World Series (a.k.a. the greatest moment in sports history.) But sometimes Kenny let's his tongue wag a little too much and not engage his brain.
Take for instance, Kenny's current fueds with Mark Buerlhe and Joe Crede. The other day, Kenny came out strong saying he didn't think either player would be wearing silver and black after 2008. Buerlhe was salary related while Crede's issue is his agent, the evil Scott Boras. An obviously rattled Buerlhe cried on the shoulder of several local media members at the team's annual "Soxfest."
Williams took one look at how out there his comments about Buerlhe were that he met with Buerlhe and his parents and apologized. I understand that Kenny is setting the fans up for the Josh Fields-Charlie Hager era, but I can't understand why he has to run the players down in the media. He's either just not very careful with where he airs his laundry or he's crazy like a fox, throwing down the gauntlet and putting Benjamins on a stick.
No matter how you slice it, waiter, please bring Mr. Williams a big glass of shut the hell up.
Calm Before the Storm Dept.: The clock is ticking for the invasion of Miami. Yesterday was very quiet as journalists from around the nation boarded planes.
Still, there are stories about the legend of the '85 Bears. Indy can't reference the Colts team that won Super Bowl V because they played in Baltimore and none of those guys wants to associate themselves with anything Irsay.
There are reminders that Rex Grossman is an average quarterback (like anyone needed one); A lack of respect for Chicago (the team) and a lack of respect for Indy (the cornfield.)
Full metal jacket coverage begins later today.
License to Dish: Thanks to the NFL Network, I was unable to enjoy the Senior Bowl yesterday. Of course, neither was Chris Leak.
Mask of Death Dept.: All hail Gump, the last goalie in hockey brave enough to show his face.
Truth is Exposed Dept.:.: Michael Clarke Duncan, you are my new hero. Anyone who calls Skip Clueless a "poor analyst" deserves at least one frosty bottle of Killian's Irish Red from me. Well done, sir.
Couch Trip Dept.: Here's a clip and save guide to celebrity rehab.
Steady as a Rock Department: Hard to believe that Hank, Peggy, Bobby, Luann, Dale, Bill and Boomhauer (not to mention John Redcorn) have been with us for eleven years. Those boys ain't right.
Too Beat to Bam Dept. Last night we watched Emeril Live on Food Network. Now, I've seen Emeril live hundreds of times, but in this one (and it was a new show) the Chef was way out of sync. The wife and I were convinced that his exhausting schedule of running his empire and being a national celebrity are starting to catch up to him.
Take it easy, Emeril. No reason to bring on the big bam.
Race to Nowhere Dept.: Here's another example of potential roadkill on the highway known as Campaign 2008. Besides, would you want to live in a country run by some rube from Hope, Arkansas. Ooops, been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
Oooh That Smell Dept.: The Wall Street Journal will soon be adding rub and sniff ads. Let us all pray that Larry Flynt does not catch wind of this practice.
Motor Mouth Dept.: Kenny Williams has done a solid job as GM of the Chicago White Sox. He was the guy who assembled the team that won the 2005 World Series (a.k.a. the greatest moment in sports history.) But sometimes Kenny let's his tongue wag a little too much and not engage his brain.
Take for instance, Kenny's current fueds with Mark Buerlhe and Joe Crede. The other day, Kenny came out strong saying he didn't think either player would be wearing silver and black after 2008. Buerlhe was salary related while Crede's issue is his agent, the evil Scott Boras. An obviously rattled Buerlhe cried on the shoulder of several local media members at the team's annual "Soxfest."
Williams took one look at how out there his comments about Buerlhe were that he met with Buerlhe and his parents and apologized. I understand that Kenny is setting the fans up for the Josh Fields-Charlie Hager era, but I can't understand why he has to run the players down in the media. He's either just not very careful with where he airs his laundry or he's crazy like a fox, throwing down the gauntlet and putting Benjamins on a stick.
No matter how you slice it, waiter, please bring Mr. Williams a big glass of shut the hell up.
Calm Before the Storm Dept.: The clock is ticking for the invasion of Miami. Yesterday was very quiet as journalists from around the nation boarded planes.
Still, there are stories about the legend of the '85 Bears. Indy can't reference the Colts team that won Super Bowl V because they played in Baltimore and none of those guys wants to associate themselves with anything Irsay.
There are reminders that Rex Grossman is an average quarterback (like anyone needed one); A lack of respect for Chicago (the team) and a lack of respect for Indy (the cornfield.)
Full metal jacket coverage begins later today.
License to Dish: Thanks to the NFL Network, I was unable to enjoy the Senior Bowl yesterday. Of course, neither was Chris Leak.
Mask of Death Dept.: All hail Gump, the last goalie in hockey brave enough to show his face.
Truth is Exposed Dept.:.: Michael Clarke Duncan, you are my new hero. Anyone who calls Skip Clueless a "poor analyst" deserves at least one frosty bottle of Killian's Irish Red from me. Well done, sir.
Couch Trip Dept.: Here's a clip and save guide to celebrity rehab.
Steady as a Rock Department: Hard to believe that Hank, Peggy, Bobby, Luann, Dale, Bill and Boomhauer (not to mention John Redcorn) have been with us for eleven years. Those boys ain't right.
Too Beat to Bam Dept. Last night we watched Emeril Live on Food Network. Now, I've seen Emeril live hundreds of times, but in this one (and it was a new show) the Chef was way out of sync. The wife and I were convinced that his exhausting schedule of running his empire and being a national celebrity are starting to catch up to him.
Take it easy, Emeril. No reason to bring on the big bam.
Race to Nowhere Dept.: Here's another example of potential roadkill on the highway known as Campaign 2008. Besides, would you want to live in a country run by some rube from Hope, Arkansas. Ooops, been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
Oooh That Smell Dept.: The Wall Street Journal will soon be adding rub and sniff ads. Let us all pray that Larry Flynt does not catch wind of this practice.
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