Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Oh, Eastside HEBs, how I loath you
Right up front....F you in your A, Eastside HEBs. Period.
Have you guys ever heard of a mop? Really? Or how about checkers and baggers? They're the people who staff the front of your store...you know, the only place you ever touch your customers? Why are there NEVER enough checkers on the Eastside? HEB at Hancock has enough check stands open to simultaneously service a store three times as large as your filthy crap shack, yet I'm waiting in line for 20 minutes to buy two boxes of cereal and some turkey?
And the smell...please, for the love of God, what is that? Sulfer? Rotten eggs? Headcheese? Light a match, Eastside HEB.
I don't think the fact that you're building a 'super' HEB in place of the Riverside stinkhole is going to do much good. Just a larger store to not clean or properly staff.
Go straight to hell, Eastside HEBs, and take your roasted corn stand with you.
Have you guys ever heard of a mop? Really? Or how about checkers and baggers? They're the people who staff the front of your store...you know, the only place you ever touch your customers? Why are there NEVER enough checkers on the Eastside? HEB at Hancock has enough check stands open to simultaneously service a store three times as large as your filthy crap shack, yet I'm waiting in line for 20 minutes to buy two boxes of cereal and some turkey?
And the smell...please, for the love of God, what is that? Sulfer? Rotten eggs? Headcheese? Light a match, Eastside HEB.
I don't think the fact that you're building a 'super' HEB in place of the Riverside stinkhole is going to do much good. Just a larger store to not clean or properly staff.
Go straight to hell, Eastside HEBs, and take your roasted corn stand with you.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Format change...
So, I've decided to abandon the 'sports' only blogging idea, since I have a lot more interests outside of the sports world, and go with a general snarky blog outlook on life, events, sports, relationships, pirates, Furby, religion, the Fed, or anything that strikes my fancy. Check back soon for sarcastic musings on the aforementioned topics and many others as Sportsass turns to offending all persons regardless of topic.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Ricky Freakin' Williams
I love how Ricky has fairly quietly come back to the forefront of the NFL, steamrolling the Carolina Panthers in last night's game with three touchdowns and 138 total yards. The man is a beast. It's great to see him put personal demons behind him and fuel the Dolphins in the absence of Ronnie Brown. Ricky currently sits at 8 touchdowns and 677 rush yards. With Brown out for the season and six games remaining, it's quite possible that Ricky breaks the 1,000 yard mark for the season.
Today also marks the fifth anniversary of the brawl at the Palace between the Pacers and Pistons. Although not as historically important as other 'events', I'll still always remember sitting on my couch thinking 'WTF is Artest doing.....OHHHHHH DAMN!' That is until the debilitating Alzheimer's kicks in leaving my memories nothing more than a jumbled mess. I'll be calling out for Nancy to bring my pipe and slippers, when most likely I'll be holed up in a dank apartment, alone and soiled.
Sometimes I share too much.
Today also marks the fifth anniversary of the brawl at the Palace between the Pacers and Pistons. Although not as historically important as other 'events', I'll still always remember sitting on my couch thinking 'WTF is Artest doing.....OHHHHHH DAMN!' That is until the debilitating Alzheimer's kicks in leaving my memories nothing more than a jumbled mess. I'll be calling out for Nancy to bring my pipe and slippers, when most likely I'll be holed up in a dank apartment, alone and soiled.
Sometimes I share too much.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Fewell of us will care
Interim Buffalo Bills coach Perry Fewell has decided on the lesser of two hacks, promoting Ryan Fitzpatrick to starting QB after Trent Edwards laid yet another egg in Tennessee on Sunday, going 18 for 28 with a whopping 185 yards, 1 TD and a Pick-6. I personally have no opinion on this matter because T.O. will still suck the life out of my fantasy team regardless of which rag arm is throwing the rock, but it's nice to see the interim coach try and shake things up.
I promise this is not a Buffalo Bills blog even though 2/3rds of my initial posts have been Bills related.
The NBA season is 12 games in, and...oh yeah, it's still football season. Piss off, NBA. (college hoops, we still love you)
I promise this is not a Buffalo Bills blog even though 2/3rds of my initial posts have been Bills related.
The NBA season is 12 games in, and...oh yeah, it's still football season. Piss off, NBA. (college hoops, we still love you)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Jauron Baby Gone
The Buffalo Bills, they of the 'wide right' and current owners of a 3-6 record just over halfway through the season, decided to part ways with coach Dick Jauron. I can act surprised if that helps anyone deal with this shocking development. Sure, owner Ralph Wilson might be old enough to have helped General Washington cross the Delaware, but at least he's in the game enough to know when to say 'good bye'.
Now if he would just say hello to a GM worth a damn and let football guys that were born since the merger actually build a team, then we'd be getting somewhere.
Now if he would just say hello to a GM worth a damn and let football guys that were born since the merger actually build a team, then we'd be getting somewhere.
Monday Night Snooze Fest
Could the ladies and gents over at ESPN not find a more awful game to dump on their Monday night viewing public than the crap fest that was the Baltimore Ravens v Cleveland Browns? I'd rather watch elderly porn and masturbate with a cheese grater than be subjected to less than 100 yards of passing offense from the inept Browns. When is the axe going to fall on Mangini's massive neck? If I owned the Browns, I would probably just implode the stadium during the next home game....rescue the fans from their misery, save the players the embarrassment and send myself to that horrible owners' cloud in the sky.
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