If you believe the word out of Miami, then the Miami Dolphins are very impressed by the showing that prodigal son Ricky Williams has had so far in workouts. He’s even managed to impress the Godfather himself. From the Miami Herald:
He ran with authority, he showed quickness, and he never let himself shift out of top gear, even in drills that didn’t mean much.
Williams, with cartoon superhero muscles bulging out of his jersey sleeves, caught the eyes of anyone paying attention.
No wonder he was the only player Dolphins football czar Bill Parcells congratulated with a fist bump as he was coming to the sideline after one workout.
A fist bump? Way to jump into the nineties there Billy-boy. Next thing you know he’ll be slam-dancing and stage diving like all those other crazy kids. So Ricky has traded in the green dragon in for spinach, huh? He’s traded being blunted for being buff. Now, before we jump up and give too much credit for Ricky’s apparent ability to get his curls, squats, and crunches in daily, let’s remember that he’s had an awfully long time to get into shape, because, Lord knows, he hasn’t been playing football.
But I hope that Ricky does comeback. As we’re seeing with Josh Hamilton, everybody loves a comeback story, and I’m not one of those pretentious talking heads that think that what these guys go through is their own fault, and that they don’t deserve any credit for kicking a self-made problem. Hey, the fact is that most people’s biggest problems are demons that they’ve created for themselves. And let’s not forget; the graves are full of people that weren’t able to be saved from those demons. I’m not comparing Ricky’s Mary Jane use to Josh Hamilton’s severe drug addiction, but there’s no doubt that Ricky has had issues that have hurt him the last several years, and that many of those were self-inflicted.
Williams is going to have the same shot that Hamilton had, but he’s going to have to be successful. So far, Josh has made the best of his chance. I hope that Ricky can too, and if he does, I hope that it does get noticed. Because he will have earned it.
Follow me down memory lane for a second. Once upon a time, in a place of employment far, far away, I was blessed enough to work with a very sweet lady named Rae. When Rae wasn’t chain-smoking cigarettes and calling every one baby, you could occasionally get her to discuss NASCAR and Mark Martin. This was before Dale Earnhardt’s death, and it wasn’t long after Earnhardt had snaked the 1990 Championship from Martin. You had to laugh at her, “baby, I tell you Mark could win just as many as Dale does, but he just doesn’t race like that”. She’d take a puff (I believe it was Virginia Slims) and go, “I’d like to see him do it once though”. Rae has since gone onto a better place, but I’ve always watched Mark Martin race with her statements in mind (especially last year at Daytona)…
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Yeah, I know; I gave the Whiffer of the Week to Matt Jones’s daddy, but if I hadn’t this guy would have definitely been the winner, because this was too good (or bad) to pass up. From the Smoking Gun:
When cops yesterday arrested Daniel Everett for allegedly trying to set up a sexual encounter with a 14-year-old girl he met online, the 33-year-old Michigan man was wearing a t-shirt pronouncing him the “World’s Greatest Dad.” The “girl,” of course, was an undercover investigator with the state Attorney General.
But it wasn’t just any “World’s Greatest Dad” t-shirt:
That’s right true believers! It was a WWE World’s Greatest Dad T-Shirt. But, considering some of Vince McMahon’s storylines, this actually may be in-line with some of Vince’s parenting skills.
Exhibit A: Vince has current UFC canvas-dweller, Brock Lesnar toss his ample-bosomed daughter Stephanie around the ring. Hearing Vince talk about being a “Loving Father” is more than a bit creepy. And seeing him sneak a peek at her cleavage is well…Ah hell, he probably paid for them anyways:
Exhibit B:
Vince actually books a match between himself and his daughter. Storyline and scripted though it may be, a grown ass man shouldn’t be throwing his amply bosomed (have I used that already?-okay, big tittied daughter), around by the hair, while the announcers talk about Vince’s desire to make her “beg and grovel at his knees”. Plus all of Stephanie’s “NO!” screams are more than a little disturbing.
Guess that’s what father-daughter bonding is all about. Well, at least that’s what WWE style father-daughter bonding should be all about. Right, Hulk?
Sorry, brotha, didn’t mean to throw the block on you. I’ll leave you two alone.
That’s right, the Jordan Farmar. While other players are working on their defense and jump shots, Jordan Farmar will be taking his three-point shot and lack of defense to the Middle East in an attempt to do some good. From the LA Times:
The Lakers’ guard, who is Jewish, will travel to Israel to run basketball camps for Israeli and Palestinian children in association with the Peres Peace Center. The goal of the camps, which take place Aug. 4 to 11, is to bring Israeli and Palestinian children together through basketball and create a foundation for peaceful relations between them in years to come.
No jokes. That’s good work, and brave work. I may criticize the guy for getting man-handled on the defensive side, but you won’t find a better example of giving back to your community. He’s not just going down the street, he’s going right into the middle of the problem, and working to make a difference.
In related news, I once shared crayons in kindergarten.
Good show, old chap. It’s good to post good news every once in a while. Too bad that it means this post will get five views. Oh well, no one watches the train as long as it’s still on the tracks.
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME! SOMEONE IN PRODUCTION SHOULD BE SHOT! YOU DO NOT GO COMMERCIAL DURING MARIANO’S ENTRANCE IN THE LAST ALL-STAR GAME AT YANKEE STADIUM! Ugh. I hate all caps, but there is no way I could translate the temper tantrum that I am throwing right now. That was just dumb in so many ways. Way to give back there you freaking idiots.
