I read a lot of chatter via Twitter about the new Old Spice commercial featuring Baltimore Ravens linebacker Ray Lewis. Most of the comments seemed to be along the lines of: "Has Ray Lewis lost his mind?" I finally had a look at the spot and kind of love it. Yes, it's absolutely ridiculous. But that is the brilliance of Old Spices's current campaign. I admit, I am partial to anything Old Spice does with regard to advertising at the moment.
What you may have missed while boozing and eating yourself into a coma after the holiday weekend:
-After splitting yesterday's double header with the Marlins, the Phillies are a mere half game behind the Braves. Bring it!
-Matt Leinart was dropped on Saturday by the Cardinals for whining like a baby. Then he was picked up by the Texans. Does anyone care? Didn't want to be a backup in Arizona so is the 3rd in line for Houston. Good job there, Matt.
It's a good thing that Pittsburgh Steelers safety Troy Polamalu is a large man. And trained to destroy grown men. Because otherwise I think he would get his arse kicked left and right. For the following reasons:
1. Long, flowing locks down to his behind -- check.
2. A spokesman for a major shampoo company (Head & Shoulders) -- check.
3. Hair so gorgeous and irreplaceable it is insured for one million dollars by said shampoo company? -- check.
As a welcome to their new city, the 2010 rookie class of the Philadelphia Eagles had a tour of Philadelphia and visit to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Part of that visit, of course, was the requisite running up the Art Museum steps. I hope they enjoyed the run up the stairs, hummed the theme song, and pumped their fists with vigor--any visitor to Philadelphia is only permitted to do this once before being chastised.
Who knew that sports' most prolific tweeter, Chad Ochocinco of the Cincinatti Bengals, would help me in my mission to eradicate bad fashion from sports. But, there you have it. Mr. Ochocinco spotlighted a poor rookie's "fashion" last night via Twitter. The photo features Bengals rookie Otis Hudson in a tragic combination of shorts paired with over the calf socks and dress shoes. Ochocinco BFF Terrell Owens is seen in the picture pointing and laughing at his teammate. After sharing a few laughs, I hope T.O.
You Don't Have to Like Football to Enjoy HBO's "Hard Knocks"
Have you seen this video? One word--wow. From the HBO show "Hard Knocks," which I checked out for the 1st time earlier today. Antonio Cromartie is featured talking about the importance of family and being a good husband and father, while telling you a bit about his children. Have a look. And after you watch, please answer the question posed in the title of this post and get back to me. I lost count.
No, this post isn't about this fall's mid-term elections. It's about the subject of my previous blog topic, Mr. Brett Favre. The hot mess-ness continued yesterday, after he decided he had enough of being a lazy oaf in Mississippi and showed up at training camp for the Minnesota Vikings. Just in time for it to be over. He also chose to finally address his intentions for the season. The ridiculously indecisive quarterback said that he will return to the Minnesota Vikings for his 20th, and so he says, final, NFL season.
Why is Brett Favre such a hot mess? Perhaps the better question is, why does his hot mess-ness fascinate me so much? I suppose it's all human nature. It's hard to turn away from a train wreck. I love football but admittedly don't know a lot about contracts and such--but I simply don't get it. How come the man is allowed to keep his team hostage? Why can he just hang out and miss training came and come back IF he is healthy? Shouldn't he have determined that prior to the start of training camp?!