What’s going on around the blogosahedron?
With the drunkenness of St. Patrick’s Day fast approaching, you should get your eyes adjusted to the disgusting things that you will probably see. The Florida Marlins are starting a male dance team called the Manatees (yup, like the cows of the sea — Dancing Cows of the Sea). [Ump Bump]
Tony Kornheiser is huge fan of the bloggers:
It’s a real, it’s a real mistake, and it happens. And I don’t want to single anybody out in this area, but, you know, some people sit at home and they watch TV and they watch radio and they “blog” about certain “things,” and they think they know what they’re talking about, and they think they have sources. They have no sources. They make stuff up. They’re toads. They’re little toads. Actually, they’re pimples on the behind of the greater body politic in this country and in this city (everyone in the studio cackles for no reason). And because, because they have access to airwaves and three or four people read them, they think, ‘Oh, I’m very important.’
In fact, in fact, if a huge dumpster landed on their mother’s house (cackling), and got all the way into the basement and crushed them (more cackling), nobody would care. Nobody would miss them. They provide nothing good, no service that’s any good at all. They, they are, they are, they are sucking mole rats (more cackling), and that’s the nicest I can be to them. But because, because they have a name, or, you know, because they get feedback from others, you know, they think they’re very important.
Sometime a golfer attacks a bird and that gives us reason to see Randy Johnson explode a bird. [Flotsam Media]
I just want to say DAMN because I saw that the Babes were doing baseball season previews in Haiku form, I was preparing to write some limricks. But I was beaten to the punch. 😥 [ ]
So, last week while watching a Red Sox preseason game they were showing some dancing, and laughing to hard to call the game. This was what they were laughing at: