November Ninth Dump

Don't like the swimsuit. Lose it.

The NFL version of the Oregon Trail.  I’m hung-over enough this morning that I watched the entire damn thing.  But I’m also still drunk enough that I don’t remember who won last night’s game.  How could my mom not be proud of me?  <outsidetheboxscore>

In case you forgot, GameDay went to the campus of the Air Force Academy this weekend.  For the Army game.  That nobody watched.  You know what was 1,000 X better than the game?  The signs.  So here’s all the signs from Saturday.  <thatfan>

Listen.  I don’t need a reason why the Boston Celtics dancers are wearing kilts.  But I do need something to clean myself up with.  It’s not every day you get to beat off while listening to the soundtrack from Braveheart.  <blazeoflove>

How does a building built for hockey all of a sudden rock with kick-ass REO Speedwagon?  This is how.  Immigrant labor and crappy hours.  <paneech>

Someone’s betting that the current mustache craze in America is more than a phase.  Here’s to hoping it’s not.  Not that there’s anything wrong to devoting an entire website to basketball and mustaches…  <stacheketball>

Tommie Harris punches a guy in the face, and doesn’t even have the courtesy to let it be Kurt Warner.  He was right there Tommie.  What the f*ck?  <shutdowncorner>

Speaking of WTF… What’s going on with Sammy Sosa’s face?  Have you seen it?  I’m not saying he was a looker before or anything, but Jesus.  Is Michael Jackson haunting him?  Maybe he’s trying to impersonate Mark McGwire.  <bustedcoverage>

This is a pug pushing a stroller.  Set to strange piano music.  For two and a half minutes.  How am I not going to get high before work now?  Tell me.  <filmdrunk>

That’s it this morning.  I still haven’t decided if throwing up is a good idea or not.  And I also need to shave.  Once I find my face.  Send link tips and story suggestions to bootleggersports@gmail.com. 

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