Isiah Thomas Comments On the Dream Team Documentary

Isiah's middle name would be "Lord." That explains so, so much about him. And I was going to go ahead and react to this in my usual, thee paragraph style, but after browsing the comments below this post I found the perfect four words (also there are some gems if you feel like wasting time):

Sugar coated as fuck indeed.

MBTA Concerned Ridership May Overwhelm the System...WHAT?!?

Boston - By the end of the decade, Boston’s subways could grow so packed that trains would roll past waiting commuters, unable to accommodate more riders, a new report from a leading land-use think tank warns...But authors of the study from the Boston branch of the institute, a national nonprofit, issue this warning: Riders who think it is crowded now should be prepared for 20 percent more company by the end of the decade...But without investment in more subway cars, better power and signal systems, and other tools to relieve MBTA crowding, scattered congestion will become widespread, with riders at “hot spots’’ unable to board because cars are too full, and with backups and bottlenecks causing delays systemwide, according to the “Hub and Spoke’’ report.

If this doesn't define how poorly run the MBTA is, I don't know what does. On one hand you've got the T crying poor, asking for bailouts, and ridiculously, cutting service. And then almost simultaneously you've got them complaining about TOO MANY CUSTOMERS!

This is fake life shit. Too many customers should never be a problem. Never. Yes it can cause growing pains, but this isn't some start up learning how to expand, this is an established public transportation business. You want more customers. It's how you make money. It's how you dig yourself out of debt.

It's the MBTA in a nutshell.  Imagine some kid, right out of college, working some 20 hour a week retail job making barely more than minimum wage, complaining about not being able to pay his bills, all the while just ignoring a job offer from a real office, 40 hours a week and competitive pay. That's what's happening here.  It's just batshit crazy.

These people on the T "thinktank" (overpaid bureaucrats) might as well just come out and admit that they are in no way qualified to come up with a fiscally responsible way to handle the increased ridership and are afraid that whatever decision they make will be the wrong decision...which is true. Which is why everyone would be better off if the T system was sold off and privatized. Because I'll tell you this much, no private company has ever complained about too much business. That's just unheard of.

Bud Light Continues to Read My Mind

Kappys better have these in 30 packs.

Who Ya Got? More Improbably Alive: Magic Johnson or Alonzo Mourning?

Who Ya Got? Seeing Zo the other night in his misery surrounded by a sea of blue honky's made me remember something, Zo is still alive. 

Which shocked me, because at various times I could have sworn he was going to die within 12 months due to some rare kidney disease, I think he retired a couple of times, came back, retired, said he was really sick (that's not me doubting him, fyi), got a kidney transplant, came back for a few years, and now he's fine? Just traveling around with the Heat like a grown man mascot? 

On the other hand you have Magic who, through laughs, smiles, and a shit ton of money, might as well be patient zero as far as beating HIV/AIDS goes. 

For me, I'm going to go with the upset and say it's more improbably that 'Zo is still alive. Magic might have been one of the first to live through HIV but its become more common since. They found the right cocktail of pills and he was on his way.  Zo needed a kidney transplant to live. There are very few people on earth I'd give my kidney to. Alonzo, no offense, isn't on that list. Not only did he need to find someone willing to give him AN ORGAN, he needed to find someone willing to give him an organ that was a genetic match. Those odds are nowhere near in your favor. 

Of course there could be a really simple explanation as to how both of these men are still alive: Pat Riley is some kind of Silver Fox Grand Wizard. 

A modern day witch doctor or disease whisperer for African American basketball players. Lebron, Wade, Bosh, they didn't choose South Beach because of the weather and the abundance of ass on the beaches, they chose it because they'll never die of a communicable or genetic disease as long as Pat Riley is at the helm...Hell, right now the Heat have Ronny Turiaf and Eddie Curry on their roster, two guys, playing in the NBA, with congenital heart issues. That's the Pat Riley effect. 

Mayweather Finds Jail Isn't All That Fun, Asks Judge if He can Go Home Now

TMZ - Floyd Mayweather, Jr. says he's begun to shrivel up into a puny regular person during his first 12 days in the big house ... and he's worried he won't be able to bounce back in time to save his boxing career...Floyd is currently locked up for beating his baby mama in front of their kids last year...In the docs, Mayweather says he spends 23 hours-per-day locked in isolation for his own safety. But he claims the imprisonment is taking a "cruel and inhuman" toll on his rippling physique because he can't train at a world class level while serving his time...Floyd's doctor also told the court he's concerned about Floyd's diet ... because he used to eat 3,000 to 4,000 calories per day ... and now, the doc believes FM is eating less than 800.

You know what? I respect the hell out of this. I was all ready to rip him for asking to get out early, but after reading that, I just can't. I couldn't stop laughing the whole way through. It's the most blunt, stripped down, and honest plea for release from jail that I think I've ever heard.

He's not apologizing for what he's done, saying he's learned his lesson, claiming he's reformed, or that he doesn't derserve this, or any of the usual stuff. No, Money Mayweather cuts right to the point.

He might as well have wrote a letter to the judge that said "Dear Judge, jail kinda sucks and is limiting my freedom, can I go home now?" Just as plain as day, like a kid asking to get off the timeout chair in the corner because he's losing valuable Tonka Truck playing time. You've got to respect that kind of honesty...Free Mayweather!

PS:  I don't think Floyd's doing jail right, to be honest. Complaining about the lack of world class training flies in the face of everything I've ever learned about jail. Up until now I would have assumed if athletes wanted to get in shape, they'd do a 6-12 month stretch in Pelican Bay, I've never seen an inmate portrayed as anything but jacked, honestly thought Mayweather would have came out of the clink as a legit heavyweight, I guess that's not the case?

If You're Not Watching Worlds Worst Tenants, I Don't Want to Know You

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Trapped In The House
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AND THEY FOUND THIS: 

Just a giant man who fell in the tub and got stuck for THREE DAYS, and has been yelling for help while defecating all over himself ever since. Shit was wild, but my favorite part, by far (which sadly the teaser above cuts out), is when the dude walks into the bathroom and goes "Whoa, Whats Up?"

Umm..."MY FAT ASS IS STUCK IN THIS DAMN TUB AND I'VE PISSED AND SHIT ALL OVER MYSELF! That's whats up."

Spike's got a serious hit on their hands.

What Is Going on in this Citi London Olympics Video?

Do the folks of that town know the Olympics haven't happened yet? Does Citi? 

Am I the only one continuously perplexed by this commercial? Did they accidentally release this ad like, 2 months early? What events are those people possibly watching? And why do they equate watching the Olympic Games "London Style," with erecting a gigantic screen between two replica towers of Big Ben at the Town Park...Is that what they do in London? 

Can someone from Citi or the Internet get back to me on this one?

These Family Bumper Sticker Things Drive Me Nuts

I know it shouldn't bother me, I know it flat out makes me a Grinch that it does bother me, but I don't care. 

Hey Lady, we know. You're driving a goddamn Ford Windstar. By default we know that you either have the model nuclear family, or you're an illegal immigrant cruising around in a beat up '96 Toyota Sienna...Soon as I pull up on the side of you and confirm whether you have outrageous chrome rims or not I'll know which one you are, I don't need the silhouette advertisement of what you and your family have going on for activities this weekend.

Only thing worse than these stickers are the retard college kids who throw the Grateful Dead dancing bear stickers on the back of their car because they smoked pot once and listened to Truckin' or Sugar Magnolia and think they're a hippy now. Those people are the worst.

Meet Burger King's Bacon Sundae

AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!

Like Eldorado, the lost city of gold, you'd heard rumors of it for years. Maybe you had a friend who had a friend, who had a cousin, who'd seen one a few years back. Maybe you'd seen some grainy, poorly lit and out of focus, photo of the bacon sundae, like the famous photo of big foot. But all the while you didn't know what to think; Myth, or Beautiful Truth. 

Well rejoice folks, because the truth is out there. The Bacon Sundae does exist. 

Eat your frigen heart out Mayor Bloomberg...you ban BK from selling gallon buckets of sodas, BOOM, bacon, caramel, and chocolate sundae in your eye. 

Cold Blooded, but I expect nothing less from the King.