Thanks For Nothing

If you wanna read a post about Thanksgiving, go back in the archives of this blog to last November and reread my post from then. If I dare say so, it's pretty amusing. I'm not gonna write another one today. I could, but I'm not in the mood and besides we've got kickoff coming here soon - enjoy the day and remember to be thankful for alcohol, because without it...WOW! Things would be rough. They really would.

Also, roll with the G Men tonight. As Denny Green might say, Josh McDaniels is who we thought he was. The Giants won't let them off the hook though.

Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.

Trivial Matters

I've been receiving some interesting feedback from dedicated readers of this blog recently concerning the wild and completely pointless world of trivia. Basically folks are curious why I've had so little about trivia silliness in recent posts. The answer to that lies in the fact that I'm about trivia exhausted. I put so much time and mental energy into it for such a long period of time that I think I started to experience burnout. I don't know how the Tom (the guy who plays devil's advocate and studies his notes) types of the world can keep playing these trivia games night after night, week after week, month after month, and year after year without getting sick of it. I really don't. Besides that, it's football season and my attention span at a trivia game is basically non-existent if there's a game being played during the trivia. I normally spend half the time during a Thursday game at Patrick Bateman's asking Andy what just happened. Maybe I'll get back at it at some point. Who knows???

On the bright side of the trivia front, it looks like our team has qualified for the playoffs from the Turquoise Terrapin for the season - no thanks to me as I think I made it to 1 or 2 games all fall. It just goes to show that Andy, Jeff, Dan, and Mary don't need me around to do just fine at it. It also looks like Nana and her crew are hanging in there at their location and I only made it 1 time to help them out all fall.

Speaking of trivial matters, I noticed awhile back that on the Showtime Trivia website that Brian has taken to writing a weekly blog about things that annoy him (I think he calls it Brian's Rants or something). I'm not sure where he got the idea for this ranting thing, but I do think he has read this blog before from time to time. So I might be culpable for unleashing Brian's rants on the World Wide Web of Deceit. I've read 2 or 3 of these rants of his, and I gotta say that I can't tell if it's supposed to be satire or genuine venom half the time. It's pretty confusing. Maybe I'm not smart enough to get Brian, but I don't think that's the case. I really don't. Maybe Brian is busy working on more dog bite questions for a $1000. That would be awesome. Awesomely ridiculous. Good luck to everyone who has to suffer through his championship game this Saturday night. As for me, I'll be sitting at Playas watching the old college pigskin action with Brandon. Depending how things go, I might be suffering as well. It would just be a different kind of suffering. The kind of suffering that doesn't involve dog bite questions though. So, there's no way it would be as excruciating at Playas compared to the big trivia mess that will be unleashed at whatever shitty bar Brian finds to hold all the pitiful, ugly, sad, nasty trivia teams (that does not include the Jacobys if they're playing this fall, I have no idea what they're up to as far as trivia these days)- no matter what happens with the football games. Good luck to all who will be there. And most importantly when Gramma Dave mis-scores some team's final question and screws up the end of the game - remember, he's doing it out of sheer drunken loneliness, as he pines for a granola girl who is moderately cute. He's not screwing up because of utter incompetence, as he'll leave that distinction to Brian. And if anyone reading this sees the guy who plays devil's advocate and studies his notes at this game Saturday, tell him I miss him terribly and give him a big kiss on the cheek for me (after all, he's got an excellent complexion!).

It looks like Barack Hussein Obama and his minions are at it again with these asinine claims about jobs being created or "saved" by the stimulating packages deal. Even though over 3 million jobs have been lost since old Barry took office, he has the balls to claim that it would be unknowingly worse if not for all the jobs "saved" by the package stimulation. About the only jobs I'm certain have been saved by this whole thing are the dudes working overtime at the boner medication factories to be sure Joe Biden can keep his constant stiffy intact.

Big goings on in the NFL so far this season and I don't want to bore anyone with analysis of something so awful, but I feel like I should comment on the state of everyone's favorite team, the New England Patriots. It seems like lots of criticism has been leveled at Belichick and his decision to go for it on 4th down and 2 from his own 28 with just over 2 minutes left against the Colts. I wasn't too surprised by the decision. Too many coaches are scared of doing something bold and looking bad in the media. Belichick absolutely made the right decision to go for it there. My issue was with the play call, not the decision itself. I would have run a draw myself, but anyone who ever watches football with me knows my fondness for the draw in those type of situations. It's funny because ESPN showed a flashback of when Barry Switzer made a similar decision on 4th and 1 at the 29 against the Eagles in 1995 (if memory serves, it was the 2nd Sunday in December) at the Vet. That was also the right decision, and even the right play, as the Cowboys ran Emmitt behind 3 Pro Bowlers. They just didn't pick it up. What no one ever mentions about that whole scenario with Switzer going for it is that the Cowboys didn't lose a game the rest of the season (and crushed the Eagles 30-11 in the playoffs) and finished up Super Bowl champs against Neil O'Donnell and Bill Cowher's pedophile mustache. I'm not saying the same thing will happen for the Patsies this year, but I think it gives Brady and the offense a lot of confidence moving forward that Belichick has that much faith in them. You can hate Belichick all you want, but he's got the rings. Not much to argue with there.

I finally saw the Gran Torino the other night. It was pretty damn good. Eastwood is spot on. If you've ever met guys who are about 75 -90 and fought over in Asia during WWII or the Korean War, many of them are a lot like Eastwood's character in the movie. They've got a long memory of terrible times. And you can't blame them for that. You really can't.

I'm sitting in this Generic Bread joint at the moment and Duke fans are next to me. And they are nauseating as always, talking about Gene Banks or something. I mumbled in there direction something about Elizabeth Banks at one point a few minutes ago. They didn't laugh. That's the problem with almost all Duke fans - they have zero sense of humor. Zero.

Elvis was a hero to most

But he never meant shit to me

I'm out---

A Man Named Rachel

I haven't had too much of an opportunity to surf the old TV for the ridiculous cable news shows lately, but last night there was no football and I did stumble onto 2 folks on the MSNBC that I hadn't had the fortune to be entertained by before. The first guy comes on right after the guy who screams nonsense at 5 o'clock, I believe he calls himself The Ed Show. He's pretty unwatchable. And very angry. The Ed Show was worked up about some chick from Alaska and this socialized health care deal. The thing about his stance on the socialized health care deal is that he's pissed it's not more socialized for some reason. The Ed Show was talking to a flaky liberal named Tom Harkin and giving Harkin the business over this health care catastrophe not being more of a catastrophe. It was mildly amusing. The Ed Show also seemed to have genuine hatred for this chick from Alaska. It made no sense to me. As far as I can tell, this girl doesn't hold any office whatsoever and wrote a silly book. What's her great offense? Why the irrational hatred from The Ed Show? Baffling. Also, I will say that this The Ed Show fellow looks like he spends lots of time in the old buffet line restaurants. He's a big boy. I wonder how he'll like being told no more buffet line food under the health care mandates that will outlaw or at the very least tax fatty foods from fatties. I don't think he's gonna be too down with it. The other guy I noticed last night came on after the guy who used to work with the guy who said En Fuego, has been fired countless times, and steals from Edward R Murrow (he's still angry for some reason, angry at everyone). Anyway this guy comes on at 9. It's a weird show. The first thing that freaked me out is that this guy goes by a traditionally female name. I mean, I realize names like Dana, Shannon, Lee, etc. have been used for both genders for a long while, but I never heard of a dude named Rachel before. But whatever, that's cool. You can't blame the guy for his folks naming him Rachel. That's on them. What really struck me about this Rachel guy was his super intense hatred for the Alaskan chick who wrote this book. His anger for the Alaskan chick made The Ed Show's anger look like almost nothing by comparison. Maybe this Rachel guy has a secret crush on the Alaskan chick? Maybe the Alaskan chick won't give this Rachel guy the time of day? Rachel did mention that he'd begged the Alaskan chick to do an interview and been shot down by her. So maybe this Rachel guy is feeling like a spurned lover or something. I have no idea. The other thing about the MSNBC, at least from last night's silly shows is this - you'd have no idea that old Barry was even our leader. They hardly talked about him at all. The awesome show hosts, all 4 of them I saw, were fixated on the Alaskan chick and bashing people I've barely heard of before. It was pretty amusing because it seems to me that by talking about the Alaskan chick every hour, they were giving her lots of free publicity for this memoir she's written. I bet it will sell pretty well. I won't read it of course. But lots of other folks will. I'm pretty sure she'll make a killing off it.

I saw where Barack Hussein Obama was over in Asia recently and was back at it bowing to fake leaders. I chastised old Barry for this back in the spring and apparently no one bothered to tell him that it makes him look like a weak, cowardly loser, and by extension makes all Americans look like losers. Thanks Barry! It makes me wonder who is advising Barry. Maybe Jimmy Carter? Jimmy The Greek? Jimmy Kimmel? Jiminy Cricket? Buddy Holly and the Crickets? Holly Golightly? Holly Hunter? Holly from that stupid Hugh Hefner show? Hugh Hefner himself? Hugh Grant? Hugh Rodham? Dennis Rodman? I could go on and on...

Very cool story out of the great state of Tennessee recently. Several Vol football players robbed a guy in a gas station parking lot using some type of gun. Anyway, that's not surprising in the least. Vol football players have been getting in trouble with the law forever. What was awesome about the story is that the guy who was robbed and most likely scared shitless by the experience didn't want the players disciplined by Lane Kiffin. He's a Vols fan and the Vols fans are so delusional that even if some of the players threaten your life, rape you girlfriend, or choke as QB of the Washington Redskins (that's you Heath Shuler), it doesn't matter. Let them play! Damn right! Tennessee is my kind of place. And remember this about Tennessee - when Rae Carruth was on the run after having his baby's mama shot, he went to hide in Tennessee. And who can blame him? If he'd been playing for the Vols instead of the Carolina Panthers at the time, the Vol fans would have let him off with community service (probably community service at a strip joint too).

Wild news out of the pitiful world of fantasy football. As all you readers recall, I drafted a terrible fantasy team this season (made up almost exclusively of players who've been arrested) to make a political statement about how ludicrous the whole the thing is. Well, after 10 games, I've won 4 of them!!! Unbelievable. I beat a kid this past weekend who should have torched me by about 50 points. But my team of thugs stepped up. Thanks especially to Ray Lewis and the rest of the Ravens D. They were menacing.

The Panther fans were getting pretty rowdy at Playas last Sunday. I don't really blame them too much. The Panthers had to have that game and they got it. But at several points during the contest, 2 or 3 Panther fans shouted "Slap that cock!" for some reason. Brandon, Ben, and I kind of looked at each other like "What the hell?" Also, although it wasn't needed, more evidence was produced that Cowboy fans are terribly clueless about the actual game of football. On just about every play of the Dallas/Green Bay game there were 3 Cowboy fans screaming for a penalty to be called on the Pack. It was nauseating. Especially for Brandon, he had dough on Dallas and they utterly debacled themselves (as Emmitt Smith would say). Between listening to the Cowboy idiots, the "Slap that cock!" Panther fans, and the horrible play calling inside the 10 by Andy Reid (the Eagles killed me Sunday), it wasn't the best day in the world to hang at Playas. Then again, when is? That place is awful.

Geilfuss and I are still alive in the big Survivor League. Although it's not so impressive when you consider that after 10 weeks 51 others are as well. We might have to roll with Dallas this week. We'll see.

Also, anyone who read the last post from last Thursday, I hope you heeded my advice and bet on the boys from Piscataway. They crushed USF 31-0 as a 1 point dog.

Let me up, I've had enough.

A Gobbler Fan Gets Lucky At Scams

I was looking at something on the Internets recently and noticed something interesting with this socialized medicine deal that Barry and his team are pushing on us - it will mean that folks who don't want any part of it will not only be fined if they don't participate (something I've been predicting on this blog for most of the year), but the way the bill is currently written Barry and his boys can throw your ass in jail to try and compel you to participate. I can't say I'm too surprised by this. It's just hard to believe that so many people are so eager to throw our hard fought freedoms away for something as silly and bound to fail as forcing Americans to buy something they don't want. I mention this only to inform readers of this blog (many of whom are young and healthy and have no need for health insurance in the first place) exactly what old Barry has in store for you if you don't comply. I'm guessing re-education camps are coming soon, then concentration camps, then who knows after that. Maybe at Barry's first concentration camp deal I can bunk with Ann Coulter. It would almost make it worth the whole socialist ordeal we're going through. Almost.

I also saw where William Jefferson Blythe was pushing the Democrat Party in the Senate to go through with this socialized medicine deal. And that's cool, he can have any opinion he wants. I did wonder though, if William Jefferson Blythe was getting behind the socialized medicine plan because it would cover paying the dry cleaning bill for a blue Gap dress with his semen smeared all over it. Or plastic surgery so skanks he nailed could transform themselves into looking like a Batman villain.

I was out at Scams last Thursday watching ECU battle the Gobblers (& got a lucky push on the game). Anyway, about midway through the 3rd quarter this sister walks in and sits down to my left. Scuba was bartending and he asks this woman what she'd like and she says "Can I get some wings to go?" And Scuba says "What flavor?" And I chimed in "How about Flavor Flav!" At least the girl laughed. Later, as she was waiting on the wings to come out, she asked me "What's a sista gotta do to get some white meat in this city?" And I said "Find the nearest Gobbler fan and tell him you're wearing a weave. He'll beg to do you." And I'd like to report that there were Va Tech fans in the bar, and this nice black girl did approach one of them, showed the guy her greasy wings, and promptly walked out with him. She got her white meat. I was so happy for the both of them. It was nice to see 2 people of different races come together for some lovely cheap sex over Gobbler football, greasy chicken, and rank desperation. It's what makes Greensboro so awesome.

I just watched last week's episode of The Office, the one where Michael dumped Pam's mom after realizing that she was 58 years old. He was an ass as usual. Clueless, pathetic ass. I did find it amusing however that Michael didn't take the time to consider that Pam's mom might be pushing 60 when he hooked up with her at Pam and Jim's wedding. He is breathtakingly stupid at times. But it's funny. It's painfully funny. It's like watching Notre Dame try and stop the Navy rushing attack. Unless you despise the Irish, then it's not painful at all. Then it goes back to just being funny.

Someone mentioned to me that it's been almost a year since I started this pointless and utterly stupid blog. And the person who mentioned it asked me "Why do you keep it going? What motivates you to keep writing against all odds as a lone voice in the wilderness about alcohol, gambling, cheap sex, Barack Hussein Obama, and trivia?" I thought for a moment about the gravity of the query. Then I answered "It passes the time."

Interesting slate of games this evening. I would urge everyone to put some dough down on the boys from Piscataway. The line is ridiculous. They should win by 6 or more.

Geilfuss texted me the other day to inform me he has jury duty coming up soon. I assumed he was looking for some tip to get out of it. First, I reminded him that he's a sucker for voting and this is the price for being "part of the democratic process." Then I told him on the questionnaire they give you at the courthouse, just casually put a note on there that he hates Mexicans, or any group for that matter. They'll dismiss him forthwith.

They're meaningless and all that's real.

Girls Who Sport The #20 Jersey

Geilfuss, on his awesome blog, was going on about Andre Agassi and some hair weave the dude wore back about 20 years ago. And I'm not certain what all the hullabaloo (sp?) is about over this. I watch Jerry Springer, and I can say with great certainty that every sister on the show wears a weave. The reason I know this is because whenever they fight over some deadbeat guy, inevitably some hair starts flying across the stage (it's about the most enlightening part of each show). So, if sisters on Springer are wearing the weave, isn't it only logical to assume that Agassi would as well? He's always been a trendsetter, no doubt about it.

The Faceshit just gets sillier and sillier. One "friend" of mine (a girl I've spent 5-7 minutes talking to my entire life) had an update where she claimed she figured out a plot for her novel. Two things on this - 1) if it's ever published (which is highly unlikely) I would urge everyone not to read it & 2) I wrote a reply on her Faceshit "wall" that said - Is it a burial plot?

More tales of woe for old Barry, as when he got up to say a few words after the nutty Islamic Jihadist at Ft Hood murdered 13 people, he gave a shout out to some Indian witch doctor type dude first. And if you ever doubted that old Barry had nothing but utter contempt for the armed forces, that shout out to some medicine man should have cleared up matters for you once and for all.

Also, it seems that the Islamic Jihadist who murdered the 13 people has ties to Va Tech. And I'm not sure what it is about foreigners and Virginia Tech that seems to breed mass murderers. Someone with a worthless sociology degree would have to delve into that. But, my own thought is that none of these mass murders, the mass murders that have been done by foreigners with ties to Virginia Tech, would have ever happened if the school had never changed their nickname from the Gobblers.

I was out at Playas again over last weekend, and I can report that the lonely, old, drunk Jewish guy from Pikesville (the one who screamed "Let's go Maryland!" ad nauseum, when the Terps weren't even playing) has been banned from the place for life. I'm not sure how anyone can get banned for life from a den of inequity like Playas, but this old drunk from Pikesville managed to. I missed him terribly on Sunday, as his insight into what was wrong with the Baltimore passing game against the Bengals would have been super enlightening. And by super enlightening, I mean completely asinine and vocalized through slurred noises originating from his alcohol laced mouth.


Without the old timer at Playas for Sunday Ticket, Brandon and I were forced to find some other method of becoming annoyed for the afternoon. And sure enough, we did. It was called the Seattle Seahawks. They managed to fall behind Detroit, of all teams, 17-0 before rallying. The problem for us was that we needed the Seahawks to win by more than 10 and they were only ahead 25-20 with less than a minute left in the game. Then we got a miracle and became unannoyed (is that a word???), as Matthew Stafford tossed a pick six for us. 32-20 final. I sent Stafford a postcard on Monday to thank him. That pick six not only covered that game for us, but we also completed a 3 teamer with it. Huge.

Also, Brandon's buddy Ben was out for a good part of the day. I hadn't seen Ben in a long while. Anyway, at one point we got into a debate about what you can tell about a girl based on the jersey she chooses to wear. It was during the Ravens/Bengals contest that the whole notion hit me. I relayed that many of the normal "good" girl Raven fans would wear a Heap (maybe a Flacco now that he's getting so popular) and a bad girl, a girl who is flat out freakish and gets nasty at the drop of a hat, the kind of girl who Geilfuss seems so drawn to, would be wearing a #20 - Ed Fucking Reed. So, we got to talking about this idea with several other teams and about how what jersey a girl chose said if she was wholesome or skanky. It was pretty interesting. I can report that that Brandon spent a good part of the conversation on the floor laughing. Oh, and I can also report that if you ever meet a female Eagles fan wearing a #7, run for your fucking life.

Lastly at Playas, early on Sunday there was a hopelessly ugly couple that came into the bar to shoot pool (over 2/3 of the joint is pool tables, but I think there have been more than just cue balls racked on them, if you get my drift...get it? I kill myself). Anyway, before they went back to the pool part to shoot, the woman part of this couple asked Gina (the awesome bartender) if there was a list of today's drink specials listed on a page she could peruse. Gina pointed to the wall. On the wall were the 3 Sunday Ticket specials listed (Big Beers, Goldschlager shots, and something else - I have no idea). Well this ugly woman seemed taken aback that the specials were not written out on paper. Then this homely pool shooting chick requested a Diet Dr Pepper. At Playas. Ordering a Diet Dr Pepper at Playas is like asking a nun if she has an extra condom in her purse you can use. I started screaming - literally (many of you have witnessed this kind of reaction from me first hand). Finally, this couple walked back to shoot pool. Then I said, "I have just one word to describe that." Gina said "What is it?" I replied "Repulsive." Brandon spit his beer out. I then asked him "Are you sure you've never been to Get Bent Lounge before? Because that was Andy-esque right there."

I went to see some movie called Paranormal Activity last week. Evidently it's some kind of wildly successful phenomenon. Anyway, it was supposed to be scary. But I just kept laughing at how ridiculous the whole premise was - that whole thing at the beginning where the San Diego Police are thanked for their assistance with the film - stupid. And when the girl becomes possessed at the end by the demon or whatever, that was silly. If you haven't seen it, don't.

I was watching the Mad Men the other night. Now, I haven't followed it too closely this season (football, obviously). But, evidently January Jones (I think the character is named Betty) found out that Don's life was a big lie and he married her under false pretenses. Which is fine, whatever. But the thing about it is that when they showed her at her attorney's office to discuss divorce, she was there with a strange older looking dude. And I thought, there's hope for J yet.

More to come soon.

Is it worth the aggravation
To find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for?

The Vagaries Of Gambling On The Futbol De Norteamericano

In the news yesterday there was talk about several elections going on in a few states and I had no idea (we're in the heart of football season, so...). Anyway, upon learning this, I drove to the nearest retirement community and sure enough there was voting going on (as readers of this blog know, I don't vote - it's for suckers AND I don't want jury duty. Not to be coarse, but I would rather have Horseface straddle my mouth with her repulsive vagina than serve on jury duty). So, I walked up to the old broad running the polling place and she said "Last name please?" and I said "I'm just here to find out if there is any way I can vote against Obama?" She didn't laugh...

I guess the results of these meaningless elections yesterday mean bad news for our messiah, Barack Hussein Obama, as all his minions on the ballot got their asses kicked. I'm not too surprised, as I'm guessing all the worthless folks who voted for old Barry last year were too busy hoisting 40s and kicking it with their homegirls to actually take the 5 minutes to run over to the nearest retirement home and vote. I wouldn't get too concerned if I were old Barry. He should be more worried about that repulsive wife of his kicking his ass for going down on Oprah (allegedly).

The socialized health care mess is still dragging on. It seems like it's been going on for 6 months. And people still don't want it. When will Barry, Pelosi, and that rat Harry Reid give up on this nonsense?

I was out watching Sunday Ticket the other day (I went to Scams, as I couldn't bear the thought of sitting near the moron Raven dudes at Playas again). This time I got to be annoyed by Jets fans. If anyone is under the impression that New York sports fans are somehow sophisticated about things, let me disillusion you of that - as these people were retards. They kept going on and on about Mark Sanchez's poise. It was nauseating. When Ted Ginn Jr returned his 2nd kickoff for a TD in the 3rd quarter, I turned to these Jets people and said "Chope!" They, like the old lady at the polling place yesterday, didn't laugh...

Everyone will be happy to know that Geilfuss and I are alive in the Survivor League. The problem is that 56 other guys are too. But I bet we're the only guys standing who've used both Washington and Seattle so far.

Readers of this blog may recall back in the spring I predicted that Favre would come back, and torch the Packers in Lambeau. You might also recall that I said I would place a sizeable wager on Minnesota in the game. Well, the game happened Sunday and I did put a big bet on the Vikings, and as I predicted, they crushed Green Bay. I'm prescient. No doubt about it.

The vagaries of gambling will make weak people go insane. We (me, Andy, Tyson, Mark and Luke of the Jacoby's and Steve) were flying high (somewhat high anyway) for the 1st six weeks of the season. Then things got weird. Oct 17th I had a good day working as NW covered the number against Sparty. Later I hit another big one with Idaho. Well, it seemed like a good day and it was, but it should have been so much better and I'm convinced what transpired that Saturday started a bad streak that ruined our little gambling club thingy just a week later. I had a 4 teamer working and it was looking golden, all that was left was for USC to hold on and cover against Notre Dame. The Trojans were up 34-14 with just over 10 minutes left and choked. They ended up winning by 7 (we had them at -10). Okay, no great loss right? Wait, on the late Pac 10 game I had a big bet on Washington at Arizona State (the Huskies were getting 6&1/2). The game is tied at 17 with half a minute left, U Dub punts, ASU takes over at midfield. They run a deep pass and the Huskies safeties let 2 receivers get behind them - 2! ASU scores and wins 24-17. Awful. Just awful. But it seemed okay a bit because we were still up quite a lot on the day. Well, the next day was bad. Seattle and Philly got rocked and then then the Bears could have saved us, but inside the Falcon 10 they had an interception, lost fumble, and turned it over on downs. AND they STILL could have covered the 3&1/2. Alas, no dice. Then the following week was the really bad one. And the lesson is this - if the weekend of the 17th had gone as it should have, the big losses of the following weekend would have been completely mitigated. As it happened the Dolphins blew a 21 point lead to the Saints and gave up a pick six with right around 2 minutes left to lose by 12 (although they still had a chance to cover as they drove the ball all the way to the 8 yd line as time expired) and the G Men were atrocious. So, don't take any game for granted. Every bet is vital. Even if you're 5 and 1 on a day - you still want to get every last dollar you can. It could come back to be very important later. On a happier note, I killed them this past weekend. And not just with Favre either. Temple, Illinois, and the Chicago Bears were huge. Hell, I even won on the Carolina Panthers. They were getting 10 in the desert and won outright. I was giggling...

I saw the De Niro/Pacino thing last week. It's called Righteous Kill or something. Anyway, don't waste your time. It's silly and you can see the "twist" ending coming like 15 minutes into the thing. As for the 2 leads, well they seemed to be mailing it in. They were no better than Donnie Wahlberg for God's sake. In fact Pacino looked bizarre. I have no idea what was going on with his hair. It looked like something you'd see on a dude in a bar off Ritchie Highway...

You might be wondering why I haven't written lately. Well, it's a long and pointless tale, much like life itself. And I won't bore anyone with the details. I'll try and do better moving ahead.

I'm out.