Bar Refaeli’s* Sportsman of the Month!

Bar Refaeli stopped by last night to laugh and talk of memories past.  I nearly needed a change of shorts when she told me she was very excited….by Tennessee’s run to the Sweet 16.  She proceeded to drop some NCAA knowledge on me, including her Sportsman of the Month.  It seems she’s been following the tournament closely, and was impressed by Bruce Pearl nearly coaching his team past Greg Oden and OSU. 

La’Chaim Bruce, your efforts during March pleased Bar, and in my book thats a mitzvah.  The hard work you’ve put in throughout your career won you Ms. Refaeli’s favor, which is all anyone could ever hope for.  She even laughed about the fact that you were a volunteer mascot during college.  Enjoy your April, Bruce, reflect on the time you’ve spent at three fine universities, and the players you’ve coached along the way.  Who knows maybe she’ll pick you again some day.

*Writers note – As you may or may not know, Bar is one of the chosen people**, and so are all of her Sportsmen of the Month.

**Writers note – JEWS, YA MORON.

(bar)

You Mess With the Bull…

Earlier this week, on a day which will live in infamy, our fair site was attacked – unprovoked, a bit like Pearl Harbor – by a “rival” blog, the Blog Mogger, run by some “friends.” The ringleader of this group is a man named DJGel, esq., an odd fellow who fancies himself a real-life journalist and entrepreneur. The attack itself was a nice, albeit sophomoric, attempt for comedy at the expense of Hurricanes. As an immediate form of retaliation, we flagged their site for questionable content; at the time, the only thing that was questionable was the quality of the Blog Mogger itself. Still, their unwarranted aggresstion demanded a stronger response, something witty, keen, and most of all, scathing. Something that you won’t find on this site. Luckily, the Mogger provided us with our response, a picture, if we may boldly venture into cliche, being worth a thousand words. Notice the ads that the Mogger editors so vehemently encourage their readers to click, the products that the Mogger pushes: plugs for Grey’s Anatomy and personal ads for Asian men in Chicago (causing us to wonder if a certain member of the Mogger team has experience with these “services”).

We did not want to drop this bomb, our own “Little Boy,” but we were forced to, due to the threat of a protracted blog beef. The cost of a pyrrhic victory would have been far too much for either side to bear. With the damage having been wrought, our vengeance achieved, we extend an olive branch to the Blog Mogger, an offer of peace, an end to this war. DJGel, if you can find it under the rubble, the ball is squarely in your court.

End-to-End Rush: Taking a Links Dump (3/30/07)

We think that the NHL post-season is the best tournament in sports. NHL players don’t even get paid for the playoffs, let’s see the NCAA tournament make that claim. There is nothing quite like watching a big-time hockey game, particularly when it goes into sudden-death overtime. To celebrate the playoffs, each morning (that we feel like doing it) we will take a brief look at the previous night’s action. Expect a brief summary of last night’s stories, and pictures of smokin’ hot chicks, to warm those cold Canadian nights. Or our warm mid-Atlantic mornings. Because the first thing we want to see when we get up is a tasty piece of ass, followed thereafter by last night’s scores. Got a tip?

Preseason Predictions – The NL Central

  Baseball season is only a few days away and we at Hurricanes are for Drinking would be remiss if we didn’t supply you with some predictions about who will win what, and how.  Today we continue our brief outlook with the NL Central, where the World Series Champions reside.

The Bottom

The Pittsburgh Pirates are an unfortunate bunch of perennial losers.  Most of their best players have jumped ship or inexplicably lost their stuff and left town for 10 cents on the dollar.  Recently however, the front office has made a concerted effort to keep their stars in town.  Canadian Jason Bay is their big bopper, and he’s preceeded in the lineup by the reigning NL Batting champ, Freddy Sanchez.  Scrappy shortstop Jack Wilson, Xavier Nady, newly acquired Adam LaRoche, and potential star Ronny Paulino fill out the lineup. Stud prospect Andrew McCutchen will start the season at Double-A, but could advance quickly.  The collection of talent greatly exceeds what the club has put together in recent history, and coupled with a number of young talented pitchers led by lefty Zach Duke, the Bucs could put together a fairly solid season.  The central saw improvement from the top down, and they are still a very young team so 75-80 wins would be a nice turn around season.

A Good Decision? By The Rams?

Full Discolsure: Marshall Faulk and Ozzie Smith were my two favorite athletes from childhood. I have liked Faulk ever since I saw him smoke the 4-0 St. Louis Rams while he was in Indianapolis, virtually ending the Rams’ inaugural season (the St. Louis Rams’ first-ever loss, portending most of the rest of the decade). Marshall Faulk is so cool, in his wikipedia picture, he’s not even looking at the camera, he’s playing x-box 360. With sunglasses on.

Faulk led the Rams to the first ever home team-title that I ever saw in my lifetime (the Ambush just do not count!). He was unstoppable during the Greatest Show on Turf days, and should have won the MVP over Kurt Warner every year during that stretch. It’s very telling that the success of the Rams was completely tied to Faulk’s arrival, and that he was the team MVP (over Warner) during the 1999-2001 glory days. Marshall Faulk is so cool that he single-handedly ruined the St. Louis Rams in 1995, then single-handedly rebuilt them in 1999.

End-to-End Rush: Taking a Links Dump (3/29/07)

We think that the NHL post-season is the best tournament in sports. NHL players don’t even get paid for the playoffs, let’s see the NCAA tournament make that claim. There is nothing quite like watching a big-time hockey game, particularly when it goes into sudden-death overtime. To celebrate the playoffs, each morning we will take a brief look at the previous night’s action. Expect a brief summary of last night’s stories, and pictures of smokin’ hot chicks, to warm those cold Canadian nights. Or our warm mid-Atlantic mornings. Because the first thing we want to see when we get up is a tasty piece of ass, followed thereafter by last night’s scores. Got a tip?

Five Reasons to Remember: Cellar Dweller Special

Today we continue our serial, Five Reasons to Remember a Player, also known as the Hurricanes are for Drinking Fantasy Baseball Preview. Since you probably know enough about the bigger name players in the game, these features will focus on the lesser knowns. You can get “insider” tips about Albert Pujols anywhere. Today we are going to give someone else a turn.

DISCLAIMER: Spring Training stats mean about as much as tits on a boar. They may look nice, but they ain’t serving any real purpose, except determining the roster composition for about the first month of the season.

Football, apple pie, and law suits…

Some people like to say “….as American as apple pie.” I prefer “as American as a law suit.”  Grady Jackson, the behemoth defensive tackle who weighed in last season at around 360 pounds, agrees with me, and to show his support, he is suing his employer, the Atlanta Falcons. 

Falcons’ officials beleive the lawsuit is a ploy by Jackson’s agent to net a new contract with the team.  He is scheduled to earn 1.5 million dollars each of the next two seasons, after having earned the veterans minimum in the first year of the deal.  Jackson is suing for defamation and invasion of privacy, stating that the team released private information regarding his health to the media.  Falcons’ officials couldn’t be reached for a response, but usually no one ever responds to my calls, not even my mother.

(grady)

Stick to your day job…

Funnyman Eddie Griffin, whose best role to date has been as the Afro sportin’ crime fighting Under Cover Brother, nearly killed himself early today while piloting a rare Enzo Ferrari.

Luckily for Griffin, the car doesn’t belong to him, and he escaped the crash unscathed.  Unluckily for his executive producer, Daniel Sadek, the car’s owner, only 400 Enzos were produced and the vehicle is most likely beyond repair.  The price tag on an Enzo is over 1.5 million dollars.  The car is so exclusive that Ferrari only sold it to customers who had purchased two previous Ferraris. 

(era bella…pardon the babelfish translation.)

Stuff We Get to do That You Probably Wish You Were Doing (Part 3): The Fantasy Draft

We are in a Blogger Fantasy Baseball League, the sick and twisted brainchild of the man who created a site named Seal Clubbers (look for a link on the blogroll also). Last Saturday was our fantasy baseball draft. For some inexplicable reason, I felt the need to explain the logic behind many of our choices about who to draft for our team, Handpeeing with Moises (yes, we got Moises Alou). To check on the standings for our league, Show N’ Tell With Sean Salisbury, click the link in the righthand righthand column, under the link to email us, part of our gorgeous Text-Box Widget. ‘Cause rudimentary HTML skills are all we have.

A note on the picks, we had the 10th pick in a 12 team serpentine ordered draft, meaning that we picked 10th in the odd numbered rounds, and 3rd in the evens. 30 round draft. Here are the picks, with a few highlighted:

Round 1: I was gunning for Miguel Cabrera, because David Wright is an abomination, but Cabrera went number 9, so Wright at 10 was not a bad consolation. It appears there is no limit to my hypocrisy.

Round 2: Lance Berkman is one of the 3 best 1B in the game, and he also has eligibility at rightfield. Enough said.

Round 3: We couldn’t get Jose Reyes, Jimmy Rollins, or Derek Jeter, but Hanley Ramirez can do everything they can do, and he is really young. He may hit for more power than Reyes, and steal more bases than Rollins. He may do more of both than Jeter. It’s a bit of a risk, because he is a second year player, but he could be the best fantasy shortstop. We just don’t know.

Round 4: We needed a pitcher, and Jake Peavy was there. Looking back on it, I kind of wish I had taken Roy Halladay, who went six picks later. They’re both going to be pretty good, but Peavy plays in a worse division, a better park, and in front of a better defense.

Round 5: Johnny Damon