What did we learn this week folks? Well, the Tigers suck like the gas syphoning white trash in Southern California; sportswriters still can't think of any good Mario headlines after Chalmers provided us with the greatest (and worst, b/c I had Memphis winning 2 money brackets) NCAA Finals maybe ever; and unfortunately, this season's NBA Playoffs most likely won't be highlighted by the awesomeness of Golden State of Mind, because the Warriors are probably staying home.
Also, I learned that almost all of the Masters holes make great names for vaginas or vagina beans, such as Tea Olive, Pink Dogwood, Flowering Peach, Flowering Crab Apple (that's a really bunk vagina), Pampas, Carolina Cherry, Firethorn, Redbud, Nandina, and Golden Bell. Watch out for the Firethorn. Redheads are generally drunk and crazy (hearsay).
And as usual, we'll hit you with some music before we get to the links. This week's featured artist is the National. I'm a little late to the party here, but I really like their album, Boxer. It's one of those rare albums that you can listen to as you drift off to sleep or commute in a pissed off mood on Monday mornings; full of steady, quiet melodies suitable for a serious zone out. Here's a teaser of Gospel as performed on a nice gay boat ride, which should completely destroy all of my credibility.
Alrighty, on to the links:
First up, congrats to Scott McCormick for besting nearly 4,000 Deadspin readers in the NCAA Bracket Challenge and winning a signed copy of Will's book and a free post on the site. While he apologized for the writing skills in the intro, I thought this was excellent and really enjoyed reading it. Nice job Matt.
SSReporters drafted a clever Cartoon Starting Five over at ArmchairGM. ArmchairGM has quite an active community of sports fans, writers, and commenters. We've posted a few times over there and it's a lot of fun. Plus, they hook you in by awarding you points for everything you do and escalating your status, which is good I guess.
The Angry T took it deep and concocted a song tribute for all 30 MLB teams - a man after our own hearts. I particularly enjoy that he attributed Money, Money, Money to Ted Dibiase.
The Legend of Cecilio Guante provided a heartarming tribute to Shea Stadium. Plus, I just love a good post with entirely centered text. Stylish. While I don't really care about the Mets, I do really like Shea Stadium. It's much sunnier than Yankee Stadium and I love clenching my bladder on that molasses slow subway ride back to the mainland.
Punter gives Rick Reilly a taste of his own medicine. Man, that was killer pun if I do say so myself. Also, we outsucked the KSK guys in the suckiest blog contest last week, but we're losing interest in that thing faster than one of those Edward Lodewijk Van Halen two hand tapping guitar solos on Frankenstrat.
Here's a couple ones I thought were pretty decent that I contributed over at Hidden Track this week. One is a list of the Top Ten Fictional Music Venues (i.e., Gasworks from Wayne's World) and the other is a Bust Outs of some excellent Beatle's covers.
Late breaking entry, Michael Silver concocts a everyone is availble mock draft. Love the first round Fitty pick for the Lions. I like this guy.
Finally, Linda Barrett (aka, Phoebe Cates) won the hottest 80s movie character tournament. For her efforts, we have invited her to the first annual GoWF/Phoebe Cates golf tournament and she is coming. It should be fun.
Have a good weekend folks. I'm off to see the Disco Biscuits and watch lasers melt through the walls. Peace out.
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Wait, what?! I want to attend that tournament.
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