ThreeStrikesandOut

Man, someone really needs to get The NY Daily News off of Roger Clemens. I don’t know who at that paper that he pissed off, but they are on a mission to destroy Clemens. At this point, Clemens would stand a better chance in the ring with Kimbo than he’s got against the Daily News. The latest from the News is that Clemens had an ally in his attempt to score as many trailer-park honeys as he could. That ally? Viagra.

Clemens stashed the clearly marked, diamond-shaped pills in a GNC vitamin bottle in his locker at Yankee Stadium, according to a source familiar with the clubhouse, perhaps keeping the drug undercover to avoid the inevitable wisecracks about all the girlfriends he needed to please.

The article also talks about how so many athletes are on Viagra that it has drawn attention from anti-doping officials. So that’s your Site of the Night, click here to read the whole thing.

As for me, I’ll be back later, but some advice to Roger. Just look at a few pics of the lovely Danielle. That’ll get you up without the help of the little, blue-home run hitter.

Well, today was a good day of nothingness for yours truly, in which I did as little as possible while continuing to breathe. It’s good to be talented. Anyways, your Site of the Night is MLB.com, for their video of the latest Carlos Zambrano temper tantrum, in which he goes MMA on a Gatorade cooler or two. Not as good as this tantrum by Zambrano (below, knuckleheads), but still pretty good:

Until next time, I remain your hero and role model.

Because I never thought that I would see the day when Rajon Rondo would get his own commercial; much less have his last name turned into a verb, your Site of the Night is Hip2DaGame, for their compilation of the latest in Reebok commercials staring Rondo.

That’s it for me, but I think that TSAO’s prodigal son, Dead Mike will drop a post or two on your head later, so check back. As for me, I’ll be hanging with Tiger on the yacht, banging the babysitter, and generally engaging in a life of carnal bliss.

Our lives are just much better than yours.

Well, when you have 36 races there’s going to be a snoozer or two in there somewhere, and this year’s Best Buy 400 certainly qualifies. This race was the equivalent of watching a 12-3 baseball game where every run is scored on singles and each pitcher walks a half-dozen batters apiece. There has been rumblings of Dover possibly losing a race, and after this race, I really wouldn’t have a problem with that happening, especially if it meant getting a race that didn’t put me to sleep halfway through…

Read the rest of this post at FastMachines.com.

And no, I don’t feel bad about shameless self-promotion. Just so you know.

Until later, tell the folks good-night Henry:

Peace.

There hasn’t been a Site of the Night in a while because everyone else pretty much sucks right now.  Just kidding.  Actually, there hasn’t been one because the whole real job thing has been keeping me so busy that I’ve barely had time to throw up the occasional post, much less keep up with what everyone else is doing.  So for those of you who may miss the five extra visits that this lack of posting might cost you: tough titties.

But, tonight there will be a Site of the Night, and it is me showing some love for the ladies.  The site is Feminine Fan, and the post delves into our former crash test dummy PacMan Jones and what he can expect now that he’s Jerry Jones’ “project” in  Dallas.  Good site, by some ladies who are all about their sports.

Kinda like this one:

Only they keep their skirts down.  I think.  Congrats on the five visits that you’ll get from this post.

Until next time, this dude said he’s going to hook me up with some magical powers and stuff in return for letting him out of a gambling debt.  I told him that I don’t believe in all that jazz, but I’ll hear him out.  Pretty sure though, if he could really do magic, he’d have used it to grow some hair.

Later nerds.