CHEERS to the concept of St. Patrick’s Day, which involves drinking lots and lots and talking in a stupid Irish accent. You know how much this infuriates the Irish? Delightful.
JEERS to St. Patrick’s Day in execution. The bars are disgustingly crowded, you can't hear anything your friends are saying, lots of drunken annoying women singing abound, and everyone’s passed out by 2AM in a tepid puddle of vomit that is not their own.
CHEERS to the NCAA Tournament, which provides us with an orgy of games and brings us all together to in hopes of seeing copious amounts of both riveting drama and barely legal cheerleader jailbait.
JEERS to this particular NCAA Tournament, which so far blows donkey balls.
CHEERS to Homer Simpson for his recent charity work.
JEERS to this rusty tailgate.
CHEERS to the Ladies blog for betting against us in the NCAA tournament (they lead us by one point)
JEERS to the entire KSK Gay Mafia for reading Andrea’s original email without failing to notice the actual prize involved in the wager and heading straight to the “loser has to provide pictures” part. Good job, men. We embody every male stereotype ever perpetuated, even the queer ones.
CHEERS to Dan Shanoff and MJD for their liveblogging work on Deadspin
JEERS to the asshole who started off his liveblog “Two of my college buddies (JackO and House) flew to L.A. to watch the games with me and double as my peanut gallery.” Nothing beats flying in your friends to come laugh at all your jokes.
CHEERS to Sportsline.com’s scoreboard, which is awesome.
JEERS to ESPN and SI’s scoreboards, which are decidedly not. The new SI.com layout is so annoying, I may abandon reading Peter King to make fun of him altogether.
CHEERS to the Chargers for going back to white helmets
JEERS to the Chargers for not going back to the powder blue jerseys. What the fuck is wrong with you people?
CHEERS to me. God dammit, I am one fineass piece of manmeat. And cheers to Mrs. Drew for choosing such a strapping young buck for a groom.
JEERS to you, for not being me.
CHEERS to Ufford for his brilliant piece on John Amaechi at With Leather.
JEERS to Ufford’s translucent skin. Hey Ufford, I can see your heart beating.
CHEERS to little football pants on attractive women.
JEERS to, well, nothing to jeer about that. Enjoy the weekend, children.