First and foremost, I'd like to introduce one of the most scariest double entendres I've ever seen. Ladies and gentlemen, the Ninja Beaver wood grinding service. Here is the Ninja Beaver on the move. (Grand Rapids Photo Blog)
Like other kids of the '70s and '80s, I used to buy baseball cards by the thousands. Unfortunately, I stopped when collecting started to be more about the inserts than the players. After reading The Baseball Card Blog's live-blog of opening five packs of 2007 Topps however, I might have to buy myself a few packs. (The Baseball Card Blog)
Here is a really interesting interview with Keith Law, an ESPN writer I should be reading more frequently. (Lion In Oil)
Sports to Music:
Although I have over 500 CDs encompassing nearly every genre, the guy from FloodWatchMusic.com puts me to shame musically. Here is his top 10 non-essential jazz albums list. Of course, I have none. (FloodWatch Music)
More tune news: can Erykah Badu's sweet lovin' be the cure for what ails modern hip-hop? (The Nappy Diatribe)
Music to Television:
Remember MonsterVision on TNT? Many a Saturday night I used to come home from a night of drinking and turn on Joe Bob Briggs's commentary on campy horror flicks. Here's Joe Bob's Myspace page and the transcripts for each and every episode. These really need to be on DVD if they aren't already. And you know, it might be fair to say Joe Bob Briggs was/is to horror movies what Bill Simmons was/is to sports. Just read some of those transcripts if you disagree.
National Geographic has everything you ever wanted to know about the most badass animal on the planet, real Tazmanian Devils, including their fight with a cancer that is sadly killing them by the thousands. (National Geographic)
Television to Miscellaneous:
A professional ladyfriend reminds us if you are going to have company, please remember to wash your butt. (Lexy O Escort Blog)
I know it's only Monday, but it's never too early in thinking about alcohol. Let the Booze Blog help. (Booze Blog)
And finally, after years of searching, I finally found the commercial that fittingly describes my early years as a could-have-been Little League All-Star.
See you later.