Congrats!

If you've noticed that Mr. Huevos has a little more cut in his strut, a little more glide in his stride, that's not just the residue of his birthday party knee injury. The rumors are true, and hearts are breaking all up and down Washinigton St (at least from Pulaski to Lumpkin) with the announcement that our very own Huevos McGringo is engaged to be wedded to the lovely Sarah M. Although no date has been set for the nuptuals, Mr. Huevos is widely rumored to be in the market for a seersucker suit, presumably to beat the heat at a hot Georgia wedding. Congratulations to you both.

I hate the Atlanta airport but...

Chances are if you are flying out of Wichita your are not going to run into this guy in the next security line. As we were coming up to the x ray machines (a process expedited by our entrance into the special line due to PC jr. and his stroller) next to us was an aged gentleman riding in a wheelchair with a Vietnam Vet-type look (do rag, big moustache). I realized he was the Iron Sheik when I noticed that similar facial appearance, thick black moustache and, oh yeah, the Iron Sheik T-shirt he was wearing. Mrs. Colonoscopy sensed my excitement and urged me to say something to him but I choked in the moment, although given what I read on wikipedia the encounter may have ended with him calling me a faggot. Unfortunately for the Sheik father time seems to have caught up with hm, and I'm pretty sure even I could put him in a camel clutch now.

You don't disrespect the towel

My beloved Steelers can't run the ball, can't keep Big Ben upright for more than two consecutive plays, and inspite of their first round bye could easily implode in the playoffs. Still, if they play the Titans again I think Tennessee will regret this. The article doesn't mention the nose-wiping that the Terrible Towel was also subjected to, but it did make me nostalgic for Bill Cowher, my all-time favorie sports coach not named JoePa.

the stuff of legend.

hopefully the big cat won't mind me passing this one on. i was looking through some old emails and came upon this jewel that he sent me. click on the image to get a legible close up:


i like that the guy's girlfriend and common law wife are both willing to vouch for him.


PS- i did a google search for the guys name. here he is.

kenny bowman: man, myth, legend.

thought everybody might appreciate this nugget from facebook...


i believe the proper term here might be "fierce".

The Falcons

I went to my first Falcons game a couple of weeks ago and I'm finally getting around to posting about the experience. I'm so used to watching the ineptitude and lack of discipline of college teams like the illustrious Dawgs that I forgot that teams can go through games without 10 personal foul penalties, 5 pass interference calls, move the ball down the field in a methodical fashion, and play a little defense. Our seats were 5 rows back, so that was pretty sweet (We got them last spring when everyone thought the Falcons would suck this year). I've never had seats so close for a pro or college football game. Since we were so close I thought I'd get to see some heads get smashed in, but it was actually surprisingly tame in real time. It was also kinda weird to watch a game in the dome. The climate controlled atmosphere was odd, but kinda nice. People didn't stand up much during the game, even though it was a comparatively big game for the Falcons (they were playing the division leading Panthers), so it was a little hard to get pumped. The crowd was about 50/50 black and white, many of the white dudes for some strange reason looked like former members of an 80s hair band --definitely a different crowd than the swathes of frat guys, sorority girls, and rotund and sun-burnt alumni at the Georgia games . Anyway, here's a recent article worth reading about the Falcons from the NY Times.

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