P.S. Happy Birthday, Daddy.

You would have been 67 today.

Buster Posey pwns you, part III.

FSU is going to Omaha for the College World Series, despite a jhorts-wearing, pornstache-sporting FSU fan who nearly changed the course of the game. (Steve Bartman, did you REALLY take Jeb Bush up on his offer for amnesty?!)

In honor of that, here's something I shamelessly borrowed from adapted Chuck Norrisisms on Warchant.com.

If you have five dollars and Buster Posey has five dollars, Buster Posey has more money than you.
There is no 'ctrl' button on Buster Posey's computer.
Buster Posey is always in control.
Apple pays Buster Posey 99 cents every time he listens to a song.
Buster Posey can sneeze with his eyes open.
Buster Posey can eat just one Lay's potato chip.
Buster Posey is suing Myspace for taking the name of what he calls everything around you. Buster Posey can kill two stones with one bird.
When Buster Posey calls 1-900 numbers, he doesnt get charged. He holds up the phone and money falls out.
Buster Posey once ate a whole cake before his friends could tell him there was a stripper in it.
When Buster Posey falls in water, Buster Posey doesn't get wet. Water gets Buster Posey.
Buster Posey CAN believe it's not butter.
Buster Posey can divide by zero.
Buster Posey knows the EXACT location of Carmen SanDiego.
When taking the SAT, write "Buster Posey" for every answer. You will score over 800.
Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee. Except Buster Posey.
Buster Posey ordered a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.
It only takes Buster Posey 20 minutes to watch 60 Minutes.
Buster Posey has a deep and abiding respect for human life... unless it tries to steal second.
Tim Tebow wears Buster Posey pajamas.
Buster Posey can slam a revolving door.
Helen Keller's favorite color is Buster Posey.
Buster Posey actually built Rome in a day.
'Icy-Hot' is too weak for Buster Posey. After a workout, Buster Posey rubs his muscles down with liquid-hot MAGMA.
Buster Posey recently had the idea to sell his urine as a canned beverage. We know this beverage as Red Bull.
Buster Posey doesnt do push-ups, he pushes the Earth down.
Buster Posey does not use spell check. If he happens to misspell a word, Oxford will simply change the actual spelling of it.

And finally....Buster Posey can touch MC Hammer.

With the 5th pick in the draft...

...the San Francisco Giants select Gerald D. Posey from Florida State University.

I was getting worried there - MLB.com was speculating that Buster's advisor was demanding $12 million for Posey, which made a lot of teams shy away from him. Some were projecting a Brady Quinn-like fall in the draft, but hey, I'll take No. 5!

All that aside, I really hate the Giants.

What ever happened to Short Round?

So the double-whammy of "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" and Fudge's now infamous rant got me thinking: what happened to Short Round/Data (from "The Goonies")?

Most filmgoers revered Short Round for saving "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom" from the shrill whininess of Kate Capshaw's Willie, right? So what is he up to these days?

Well, Jonathan Ke Quan didn't develop a Lohan-like drug habit after appearing on "Head of the Class" in the late eighties - nope, he graduated from USC's School of Cinema, and found that working behind the camera suits him more.

Quan is now works largely as a stunt coordinator, but also as a foley artist. He's pretty popular in Hong Kong and Japan from what I've been able to find.

Moreover, was one of the fight coordinators for the first "X-Men" movie.

Hmm. There's your random child-actor factoid for today, folks.

Short Round abides.

Buster Posey pwns you, part deux.

In honor of today's draft:





Good luck today, Buster!

Behold, the power of Fudge!

Whilst celebrating his birthday at the Palace Saloon, Fudge issued a stunning diatribe on the racism inherent in the sheer name of Ying's Chinee Takee Outee (in Jacksonville, off University and I-95), and in the process created a killer Short Round impression.

Tallahassee: a story of pizza and sunscreen.

D. and I had a most eventful (whooo, tire blowout at 1:30 a.m.!) trip to Tallahassee this past weekend for the NCAA Regionals. Mainly it was a nice break from everything that's going on with my mother (things aren't good, and no, I don't want to elaborate).

We stayed with my brother (thanks, Mike!), hung out with our friends Chris and Rebecca (and Fudge, Lynne, and Toker), and met some new rabid FSU fans. We enjoyed watching Florida go 0-2, and we enjoyed chatting with the visiting Bucknell and Tulane fans (who were very cool).

But mostly, while I enjoyed watching FSU decimate Tulane on Sunday night, D. spent his 9 innings daydreaming about the joys of Momo's.

Yes. Momo's. Where pizza slices are ginormous and your stomach hates you for the next 4 hours.
THAT Momo's. D. ordered a daring two slices - but could he finish them?

Given that D. is fairly skinny, I'm not sure where he lodges two slices' worth of Momo's - I'm assuming at this point that my fiance has four stomachs, which is remarkable, given that I'm fairly sure that his brother has 6-8 stomachs (I'm pretty jealous/impressed with D.'s brother's ability to inhale food).

But by George, he accomplished quite a feat...one that can only be likened to:

(ZIGGY PIGGY!)

It was an interesting and occasionally illuminating weekend. That said, geaux Noles!

Hmm, so it's because of "restructuring."

Loomis went on record to indicate the Mueller's actual position was eliminated in a massive overhaul of the Saints administration.

Riiiiiiiiiiight.

The Saints fired Rick Mueller.

WTH?

http://www.sportsline.com/nfl/story/10853544

Shockin' the world!

Tally was...interesting. The Noles pulled out the regional win over Tulane last night - which was a tremendous relief.

Next up? The Shockers of Wichita State!

(Shockin' the world, y'all...)

I'm in a weird mood today, so I'll just give you a little weird Death Cab for Cutie.