If you haven’t heard (which just means you haven’t been online and are very unlikely to be reading this blog to begin with), Ricky Gervais absolutely killed it at the Golden Globes last night. He was hosting for the fifth and final time (his words), so his DGAF attitude was turned up to about 143%. For example:
Anyway, seeing him roast the Hollywood elite reminded me of how great it was when his character from the original British version of The Office (David Brent), met the U.S. version (Michael Scott). I never watched the original Office series outside of the very first episode, which was practically recreated scene for scene in as the pilot of the U.S. version. It had its moments, but British humor, I’m sorry, humour has never really been my thing. I like Ricky Gervais in just about anything he does or when he hosts things like The Golden Globes, and I watched the shit outta Mr. Bean when I was younger (shoutout the wicked 1-2 punch that was Mr. Bean and The Red Green Show back in the day). But other than those two very specific examples, just not my bag, baby.
So here ya go.. what you clicked the blog for. Enjoy Michael Scott and David Brent meeting for the first time on The Office.
Is this a bit of an overreaction on my part? Maybe, but why be a fan if you can’t get excited about a major organizational change that seems to be the right move? It might also be the fact that I’m in a good mood because the Bengals haven’t had the chance to break my heart yet today. Continue reading →
Today was just like any other Sunday. I had some chili brewing in the slow-cooker while I was waiting on the early NFL games to start and I was already trying to decide which wall to punch a hole through if the Bengals decided to break my heart. The topic of Patrick Mahomes’ voice came up in the Mac Household so I did a Google search to see what gems were out there on the internet with voice-mashups and funny antidotes about the breakout QB’s extremely unique voice.
Pretty normal, tame stuff. No harm, no foul. Then I came across this head-scratcher: Continue reading →
If you haven’t heard, there was a very scary situation Saturday in Nashville during the Tennessee State-Vanderbilt game. Christion Abercrombie, a linebacker for Tennessee State suffered a life-threatening injury that required emergency surgery after collapsing and becoming unresponsive on the sideline. This wasn’t a case of a guy leading with his helmet or someone taking a cheap shot that resulted in a serious situation. In fact, that doesn’t even matter in any situation as serious as this. Human beings play the game of football, and regardless of the jersey they wear or how they hurt themselves, you never want to see someone’s life end prematurely because of the game they play. Now, with that said, I always thought it would’ve been kinda cool for Jefe to pull a Tim Krumrie in some Thursday night MACtion. Can you imagine the party we could’ve had at our house when he returned from the hospital with bolts in his leg? We would’ve played the injury on loop throughout the house on every TV so we knew why we were drinking and who we were drinking for. Jefe Palooza 2.0. I’ll tell ya about 1.0 someday.. when you’re ready. Continue reading →
I don’t know about you, but when I heard there was a bunch of free beer to be had when the Browns finally earned their first victory in over 600 days, I expected anarchy the moment the clock struck 0:00. I was looking forward to it because I love watching videos on Twitter of fans destroying their own cities after a big win. Usually it’s for a championship, but a victory over the Jets on a Thursday night is about as close to a Super Bowl as the Browns will get for the foreseeable future.
Browns fans drink in sorrow, they drink in victory every few years, and they have no problem getting rowdy in honor of their beloved football team. That’s why I’m a little disappointed in how civil the opening of the beer fridges were. Check it out for yourself. Continue reading →
Brandon Phillips has had a strange post-Cincinnati career. The surefire Reds Hall of Famer (talkin’ Cincy, not Cooperstown) was shipped out of town for pennies on the dollar after waiving his no-trade clause to play for his hometown team, the Atlanta Braves. Not only did the Reds send a 3x All-Star, 4x Gold Glove winning, Silver Slugger winning second baseman to Atlanta, THEY PAID THEM $13 million to take him off their hands. Continue reading →
I feel like this has been played out a million times. The last place finisher of a fantasy league has to wear a sign around their neck in public stating they suck at fantasy football. I’ll admit, these were kinda funny at first. Over the years it’s become so played out and overdone that I’ve grown to hate stories like this. Today I realized there’s only one thing worse than the unoriginal people that still make these bets: Jefe it’s the people that act like it’s some groundbreaking, hilarious punishment. Continue reading →