Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Federer lays down biological marker for Nadal

So that’s 60 singles titles. 15 grandslams. 21 straight semi-finals. A career grandslam.

Oh yeah – and twins on the first go.

Beat that Nadal.
Beat that and you’ll go down as the best male tennis player of all time. And you only get to capitalize the “male” part if you can accomplish that last feast.

In keeping with his phenomenal year, Federer has done it again by producing twins out of GoodYear blimp Mirka. This is totally a testament to Federer’s virility rather than receptiveness of Mirka’s uterus because, if the rumors are true, Mirka’s been sperm-blocking the Great Fed.

Apparently the couple had been trying to conceive for a while but something about Mirka’s biology just expelled all of Federer’s seed. It wasn’t Roger’s fault. He was producing some brilliant sperm cells. Probably the best of his life. He probably could have impregnated any woman on the planet. But Mirka’s cervix refused to budge. Her internal organs deflected whatever Federer tossed their way. One night, after half an hour of love making, Federer broke down in tears. Mirka’s genitalia still looked fresh and ready to take more of whatever Federer had left to throw at it. But he had had enough. What was the point? God had perfectly constructed Mirka’s reproductive organs to reject anything Federer might send their way. This may have been the same night he nicknamed her vulva “Rafa”.

Then, one day, Mirka suffered a freak horse-riding accident. And suddenly, a gateway opened for Roger.

Roger is not one to wait for his opponent to recover from a setback so he dived right in. He may very well have mounted Mirka right there on the riding track where she lay bruised and bloodied from her fall. Wherever it was, Federer would give no quarter. Suddenly, his game started to click. Reverse missionary, doggystyle, cowgirl, piledriver. Tantric. Kamasutra. Greco-Roman. He pulled out ALL the sexual stops.

There was no holding him back. Gavin Rossdale of Bush, in attendance at the time, claims that at one point Mirka lowered her abdomen and clenched down on her insides, robbing Federer of the freedom to maneuver his famously fertile seed. Federer responded with the deftest of touches, slowing the pace down and withdrawing just a bit, tempting Mirka to arch her back, and then he drilled in the winner past the g-spot breaking open the gates of the cervix once again. By now it was all Roger. In another bang-defining moment, during the reverse cowgirl, Mirka tried to dominate the rhythm by increasing her own pace. The Swiss Maestro simply used this strategy against her – absorbing all her heavy pumping like a sponge he waited for a break in her momentum. When her persistence faltered for a millisecond, he seized the opportunity with a swift forward motion, gently dropping her inches along the bed post and gliding on to his haunches. Before Mirka realized what had happened, Federer had the night back under his control with the doggystyle. She never recovered from that one.

The fruits of his labour are there for all to see. Two beautiful baby girls. Who are already being tipped for tennis stardom, might I add.

Commented Federer:
“Yeah I just don’t know, you know. It’s like, unbelievable. I’ve always seen these great men produce twins and I always dreamed that I’d be able to be right up there, you know. A lot of people doubted me, said I was finished, I was shooting blanks. But I never let it get to me. It’s all about moving forward, you know. Breaking new ground.”

On the extra pressure this added on Nadal:
“It’s gonna be tough on him, that’s for sure. But no, Nadal is a good looking guy and the power of his forward thrust is unbelievable, you know. I’m just glad I got to impregnate Mirka before he did.”

Responded Nadal:
“Que?”

Thursday, February 19, 2009

At the age of six, while you were picking your nose...

This kid has received a scholarship from the French Football Federation, and is apparently being tracked by the Devil himself (otherwise known as Real Madrid):

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/02/18/madine-mohammed-6-year-ol_n_167927.html

While I was initially disturbed by the fact that a six-year-old was being fought over, on actually watching the video and seeing what he could do, I'm convinced that he could probably start for Arsenal today (he's definitely better than Song. And Eboue. Ugh). Additionally, he's already taller than Messi, so I suppose he's fair game.

This also reminded me of the australian nine year old who Man Utd signed a couple of years ago:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hG47FDenyXw

Moral of the story, if you have kids, get cracking...I know my baby isn't going to get any food until he successfully Marseille's me.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

BONUS Links for the Day (non Recession related)

1) Russia's Owliest (i.e., he looks like an owl. Seriously) footballer is coming to Ashburton. Thank fucking God. Come on you Gunners!

http://soccernet.espn.go.com/news/story?id=615899&sec=england&cc=5901

Andrei, meet Cesc. Cesc, meet Andrei. Excellent.

For an Owly picture:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/euro2008/arshavin438getty.jpg


2) If this man had died, he would undoubtedly have won a Darwin Award. Sadly, he didn't, so he didn't. He did get arrested for possession of coke however, so there's that.

http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/O/ODD_911_DRUG_ARREST?SITE=AP

The relevant piece:

"Police said Melendez called 911 late Saturday and reported that two men with guns were watching him.

Police records show he hung up, so the dispatcher called back. Melendez answered and asked the dispatcher to hold on, but the dispatcher could still hear what was being said.

A voice can be heard on the recording of the call saying: "What you need? A 10-pack? You need a 10-pack? All right." Police say "10-pack" is slang for a bundle of heroin."

Jackass.


3) Christian Bale goes off on a lighting dude (director of photography?), for distracting him during "the most emotional scene" in Terminator: Salvation. A tremendously entertaining 4 minutes. For a minute, I thought Patrick Bateman was back.

Original Audio:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLXVuy0h29c

Transcript:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/celebritynews/4508022/Christi
an-Bale-rant-Full-transcript.html

The Club Mix:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTihsJQHt48

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Reign of Younis

Did you notice it?
The wind just changed.

Do you hear it?
A soft but relentless tribal drum pervades the air.

Do you sense it?
A cautious optimism fills your being.

Can you see it?
The sun. So bright. And yet. You can look straight at it.

Can you comprehend it?
The world. Today. Its perfectly balanced.

Can you feel it?
It starts in your toes. Steadily, it works its way up your calf, tickling your hamstrings. It shoots up your thighs but is more gentle while traversing your pelvis. It breaks off into two strands upon reaching your abdomen - one strand arrowing up your chest cavity and straddling your gullet on its way to your brain; the other strand curling around your spine, winding its way up your cord. Both slivers of energy meet again in your thalamus, climaxing with the most awesome headrush. A headrush to end all headrushes.

You drop down to the ground in "agony and ecstasy". You're confused. You're scared. What's happening around you? Why do you feel this way? Is this death? Are you god? Did you just get laid for the first time?

No.

The answer is as straight as his bat is during a cover drive. As graceful as his shuffle during a forward defensive. As direct as his throw at the stumps.

There is only one truth.

He has arrived.

I hope you took a good, long look at everything around you yesterday. Things will be very different from here on in.