Nice. Thirty-eight seconds left in a game where you're down 3-1 and you start shit? Classless, pussy move.
What is your favorite classic video arcade game?
Submitted by northerngeek.
Aside from the usuals like Frogger, Asteroids, and Missile Command, I would say I spent most of my time in front of this thing:
This, however, is a very close second. Hard to believe it's been 4 years since I took this photo at Pinball Pete's in Ann Arbor.
I played the shit out of some pinball and tabletop hockey too, but this question is about video games. Tron was always one of my favorites, as was Punch Out, and the classic Atari football game, the one with the glass tabletop and the track balls that were like bowling balls. The players were actually X's and O's, and you had, like, 4 plays from which to select on offense. Loved that fucking game. They had it at Pete's for a long time, as well as the Tempest machine, but on my last visit there in 2008, both of those units were gone.
NFL Hall of Fame quarterback Fran Tarkenton has made news recently for speaking out on Brett Favre and the I'm-retired-no-wait-I'm-not-wait-I-might-be-hold-on-who-needs-a-QB schtick. Fran says Farve's act is tiresome and annoying. And I agree with him. According to Web reports, specifically www.profootball.com, Tarkenton keeps banging that drum, most recently on an Atlanta radio station.
Former NFL player Marcellus Wiley (not to be confused with Marcellus Wallace), lambasted Fran in an interview, referring to Tarkenton's comments as those belonging to a "grumpy old man." Tarkenton responded:
"This grumpy old man is 69 years old. I own six businesses ... I've built 16 over the years. I'm paying my taxes, I've started two new businesses. We are hiring more people, we're not laying people off, we're not cutting their salaries, we're increasing their salaries, and [in] this society we are productive when so many people are not productive. I'm not playing croquet down in Orlando at the Villages. I'm not playing golf every day, I'm out there working and being productive. I'm creating and building businesses from the ground up. That's this grumpy old man."
Retired athletes, unless they are graceful and intelligent and have something thought-provoking/profound to say, should probably just shut the hell up, especially football players. Your time of relevance was in your playing days, on Sunday. That's it. Outside of that, we don't care. It is akin to DJs who excessively chatter on the radio before the song begins to play. We want to hear the song. We don't want to hear you. Nobody cares about the article you read at Slate.com today.
But Fran? Good grief, man. Let it go. Of course you are a successful business person and entrepreneur. Anybody who made a living for 18 years on NFL wages, should be a successful business person and entrepreneur. There is no excuse NOT to. You made cumulative millions. Granted, you made it to three Super Bowls and lost every single fucking one of them, but, hey, let's not dabble off the subject.
You had an opinion on Brett Favre. How that became relevant media fodder still has me flummoxed and a little gassy. Now, you respond to an opinion from another retired NFL player and you turn into a raped ape, ranting about how you make people's careers and livlihoods better? About how you're so goddamn great because you can afford to hold the bottom line a little and not lay people off? Wow. You're a saint, man.
You made millions as a player, and inside of pissing it away at the canasta tables in Monte Carlo, you started a couple of businesses; a couple of software companies, actually. But you did that out of the kindness of your heart to give people jobs, didn't you? Didn't have shit to do with profiteering or anything, right?
You know what, Fran? That's Incredible!
Gonna end this bitch tonight.
Last year's breakfast awaits in the finals. Wings in 5, winning on the road, where Hossa will hoist the Cup in front of thousands of disjointed Pens fans. Come to Detroit, leave your emotional baggage and bullshit behind, and go home with a Cup.
This morning, I spent an hour culling pages of photos from my Flickr account, about 40 pages of photostream all told. The offending parties were duplicates, the out of focus, and other imagery that, for whatever reason, never made it here or in previous iterations of this blog.
I mean, come on, just look at him.
He just looks like an asshole, doesn't he? I mean, who rocks that look? Look at that hat. Who rocks that hat, who isn't named Billy Jack?
They could very well be excellent lawyers. I have no idea. But, based on curb appeal and initial appearances I don't think I'd be going here to entrust these cats in matters litigious.
Early last week, I playfully answered a Vox Question Of The Day asking what type of business I would start if I had the means. My answer, jokingly, was "whorehouse/gambling den/cocktail mill." Well, I think I found the place. Nestled like the countless other eyesores in Detroit, this bad boy at the corner of Wildemere and Fullerton on the city's west side, just seems to be calling my name.
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Submitted by TheFiercestCalm.
Pick out the biggest one in the group. Hit him first.
