BRONX, NY – I was watching “All the President’s Men” on Sunday night, because I wanted to remind myself of a simpler time when jagoff, crooked politicians were held accountable by somewhat competent journalists and informants named after porn movies. Then, on Monday night, I watched the Tom Hanks ’80s classic, “The Money Pit.” You put those two movies together and you kinda have our current political situation. Anyway, I don’t really have any one thing to discuss this week so, if you’ll indulge me, I’m gonna do a little cranial spring cleaning.
Bogut Check. On Monday night, Aussie big man Andrew Bogut brought his talents to LeBron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers, and promptly broke his leg in under a minute. Now, I never root for anyone to get injured, I’ll leave that kinda crap to Philly fans, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to being slightly amused. I mean, he didn’t even play a minute! C’mon, that’s kinda funny. Anyway, he’s a former Golden State Warrior, and a decent player when healthy, but I’m no big fan of his off-court views. I’ll leave it at that. I’m sure the Cavs will recover from losing this beloved teammate that they never quite knew.
Arby’s: We’ve Got the Meats! When you think of fine dining in Manhattan you of course think Arby’s. Anyone whose slogan is “We’ve Got the Meats” has for sure got some vittles for the discerning palate. And a few days ago they unveiled their piece de resistance, in the form of a venison sandwich. For those of you not familiar, it’s basically Bambi on a Bun. Now I’ve consumed my share of Arby’s Beef n’ Cheddar sandwiches in my life, but I’m no eating daredevil. There was no way I was digging into Rudolph at a fast food joint. But many did! It apparently sold out fairly quickly at various locations. Grab one while you can! Then wash it down with the abomination known as a Shamrock Shake. (I almost just threw up thinking about that combo.)
Jets and Lakers in the Tank. If I held season tickets to either the New York Jets or Los Angeles Lakers, I would be seriously thinking about suing those supposed franchises to get my money back. The Lakers traded away their leading scorer and are pretty much doing everything in their power to ensure that they remain dead last in the West with the second-worst record (thanks, Nets!) in the NBA. How bad are they? Apparently they are so awful that Jack Nicholson has decided to come out of retirement and start acting again, rather than sit bored, court-side and wait for death. As for the Jets, they, of course, are gonna suck again. But by letting virtually every name player they have go (Mangold, Revis, Marshall, to name just a few), they are raising the white flag early on the 2017 season. It just doesn’t get any better for a Jet hater like me. Although it could get a little better, if they end up bringing in Jay Cutler, inventor of Resting B!tch Face, to be their starting QB. That would be awesome.
I’m gonna wind it up here. Though I’d like to remind the real journalists out there, like DJ Eberle and Junoir Blaber, to not get distracted away from the Trump/Russia story, make like Woodward and Bernstein, and “follow the money.” Those tax returns are gonna tell a whopper of a story. And it’s probably not how much our Prez has invested in Russia, but how much Russia has invested in him.
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