Monday, July 31, 2006

BEN AFFLECK IS THE ANTI-BARTMAN!!


Don't you just hate when celebrities don't get EVERYTHING they want? I mean has Howie Kendrick (#47) never seen any of Ben's "Power Trilogy" of Gigli, Paycheck or Jersey Girl? OMG, WTF!? Go back to Salt Lake City AAA-Ball and leave the real celebrities alone in their $500 seats to do as they please! He would've caught that f*cking ball too. Look at that form - it's no less stellar than his motivational speech in Boiler Room. God, I'm pissed! Hey Howie - did you need special treatment to get through the academic obstacle course that was St. John's River COMMUNITY COLLEGE! F*CK! Enjoy your last week in the big leagues before your career goes the way of Matt Damon's.
- Ben4Eva :)~

LUNCHTIME UPDATE: DIGEST THIS!! - MONDAY

Mel Gibson Hates Sandy Koufax (TMZ.com)
Gatlin & Apparently All Winning US Athletes Love Drugs (NY Times)
Adam Dunn Prank Calls Announcer Marty Brennaman (Red Leg Nation)
Zidane’s Mom Wants To Eat Materazzi’s Testicles (Speigel Online)
Stereotypes Perpetuated: Chorizo Drunk On Tequila (Deadspin)
Steeler Fans Love When Outside Linebackers Poop (Post-Gazette.com)
Facebook Comes Back To Haunt BG Football – SPRINTS! (Cleveland.com)
A-Rod Also Leading Yankees In Grammatical Errors (Onion Sports)

SAY "CHEESE!" - MONDAY


Danica Patrick's #1 Fan Also Danica Patrick's #1 Fear

OUT of HIS LEAGUE: Chase Down Chase, But Don't Land Landis

"Each Monday, Rivalfish's Rival Room awards two athletes from the previous week that have performed 'out of their league,' for better or worse. As the Jersey Chasers of the land open their mouths and aim for the midsections of anyone wearing a jersey, we at Rivalfish help them navigate the VIP room waters with precision and class" - Rival Room Editor

jer·sey cha·ser, n, A person who only pursues, or is receptive to, the advances of athletes. Most commonly women and most commonly found on or around college campuses or professional sporting contests.

by Tello Reál, mraspatello@rivalfish.com

Another Sunday night and another bitchy, pussy, whiny mood out of Yours Truly. I'm sitting at my girlfriend's, who now loathes me, while she makes pasta and talks to her ex on the phone. Even if she lets me have any of that pasta, I will have gotten to taste it second, if ya see what I'm sayin'. Meanwhile, I'm listening to her Japanese exchange student's IPOD that is playing a track perfect for a Rape-and-Murder combo while I try to find enough Goodwill in me to help out you skanks in your voyage to become lucratively impregnated. Why don't you slats just mercy f*ck me for now. Cheer me up. Make me feel like a star! Just kidding Lady Friend! Tiff or no tiff, I'm still more p-whipped than Johnny Cash post-Speed Addiction.

I saw that girl a-walkin'
Her choice rack makin' me dumb
But if I keep on lookin' my girl will tear off my scrot-UM
I'm stuck in P-whpped prison, and life keeps draggin' on....

God, I should have learned to play the axe. Nevertheless, I didn't, and every time I try to impress a girl with the rhythm guitar part of Pearl Jam's Alive, she waits for the solo until she realizes it's not coming. Then she sleeps with my roommate.

Sorry, I need to cheer up. I need a feat so terrific and outstanding in today's world of Sport that I immediately forget my sour mood, rekindle my love, and free my mind to annoint a winner. I'd read ESPN.com if they were a little more Harassment-Friendly, but for now I'll keep paying my intern $0.00/hr to do it for me. So what happened today, Slave, I mean Eric? Chase Utley extended his hitting streak to 30 games? What team is he on? What league does he play in? Has he even been in The Show for 30 games? I couldn't tell you if Chase Utley is a Black or White gentleman. Or niether! Oh wait, his name is Chase Utley. Nevermind.

So 31games. That puts him in the company of less than 10 guys in the last 100 years. There have been over 7 Million professional baseball players to take an at bat in that time. The exact same amount of guys Eddie Murphy has accidentally paid for a blow job. Or merely given a ride home to. Amongst that list we have Ty Cobb a couple times, George Sisler, Pete Rose, Paul Moliter, The Other DiMaggio, Rogers Honsby, and even Benito Santiago. That's a dugout-full of Hall of Famers and one charming and affable Hispanic man with a Jerry Curl. It reminds me of one of those fantasies I read when I had to type-out my Grandma's memoirs for her.

Well, now that list has a.....career, uh, .291 hitter. Oh wait, that's actually pretty good. He's only a third year man and is batting near-.330 this year. Wow, I haven't had anything backfire as bad as that intended argument since the time I started cycling steroids to get huge for a chick, only to have her snicker, laugh, and then puke the moment I finally earned the right to drop my drawers in front of her. But whatever, he's a bad-looking, semi-scrawny white guy who I may or may not have gone to high school with. My point is, on any other day, Chase Utley is any other guy. However, today he's as cool as Benito Santiago by association. If anyone has ever traveled to Acapulco with Benny and a suitcase full of amphetamines, you'll know what I'm talking about. Enjoy it Chase, and don't forget to take pictures, cause you are RIVALFISH's JERSEY-CHASER TARGET of the WEEK! And don't take it for granted, as it could be over before you say "Hey! Is that boy regulation age?" You're facing Danny Almonte tonight.

As if you Chasers even read this action, now I have to anoint a "loser" despite my skyrocketing fever and deteriorating relationship. And to make my rancor worse, I took a bad softball slide in shorts yesterday and have a wound that looks fresh off a Fallujah mortar attack. But way less pussy. Soldiers and their whining and dying. So 2003. Girls, besides the unlucky sap I'm about to name, also don't f*ck soldiers and marines who have seen active fire over seas. Unless you want to get slapped, strangled, and inexplicably called a filthy Camel Jockey mid-thrust.

But I digress. Hey Floyd Landis, that's such a coincidence! The night before my most important Pee Wee AAA hockey game, I had six shots of whiskey and eight beers! You should've seen my testosterone that next day. It was at the level of an 18-year-old on HGH and Cialis. Totally man, I swear. But if I were to promise that I wouldn't tell anyone your secret, would you still be blaming your positive doping test on a night out with your right hand and a lubed-up bike chain mere hours before the hardest stage of The Tour? Or would you say, "Yeah Mike, even though I had never finished higher than seventh in The Tour, with Lance out this year, and all the attention on his one nut and constant scrutiny, I figured I could shoot up and slip by the authorities." You'll feel a lot better if you're honest. And even if this is just a case of a few cocktails and some cockhead luck, you still look like the mean old man from Monster House. Sluts, for your sake more than mine, please DO NOT LAY FLOYD LANDIS!

Check Out Past Award Winners So That Our Graphic Design Intern Doesn't Feel Any Worse Than She Already Does About the Forced Labor That Went Into Making These Certificates. I'm Sure They Weren't Her First Rug Burns.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

"SAY CHEESE" - CINEMA SUNDAY


OH NO YOU DIDN'T 'REECE!

"SAY CHEESE" - SUNDAY


Americans Better Than Canadians at Singing of American National Anthem

Saturday, July 29, 2006

SAY "CHEESE!" - SATURDAY


Floyd Landis Undresses in Front of Press to Prove His Innocence


Friday, July 28, 2006

DAN RASPATELLO's TOP FIVE


By Dan Raspatello, draspatello@rivalfish.com

"Here at the RivalRoom, we have been brainstorming for some new ideas. I decided to come up with a weekley Top 5. Every Friday I will pick a random topic that has something to do with sports (and sometimes it might not), and rank in my opinion, The Top 5. So for those of us in the working world, casual Friday just got a little more casual, because this article is not going to be founded in facts or comprised in a pool of experts. I just want you to know, I didn't have to Google a single fact for this article" -Dan Raspatello


TOP FIVE SAVED BY THE BELL RIVALRIES

5. Valley v. Bayside: This rivalry makes Michigan v Ohio St. look like an overly competitive Men’s League softball rivalry (Kevin’s Irish Pub v. O’Sullivans Bar & Grill). Whether it was Screech v. The Russian kid in Chess, Slater in football or wrestling, Kelly in cheerleading or all other forms of girls’ sports, Zack in track or the mascot-stealing prank war, Bayside and Valley had their biggest dates of the year against each other. This rivalry was so intense that I firmly believe neither school ever participated in any extracurricular activity against another high school. And you thought the Yankees playing Boston 19 times a year was a lot of exposure for a rivalry.

Unfortunately for Valley this rivalry is one-sided, to say the least. Valley had a rough time from 1989-1993, having a combined record of 0 wins and 476 losses in every single intersholastic event against Bayside. For some reason, the odds makers never saw it this way. Bayside was the underdog every single time, but always managed to sneak out a “W� due to some unusual circumstance (Zack’s zit cream turning everybody’s face read, etc).


4. Screech v. Himself in the Battle for Lisa Turtle’s Heart: In case dorky kids in the early ‘90s across America didn’t have enough reason to be insecure, God gave them Samuel “Screech� Powers. Although Saved By The Bell was grossly inaccurate with the inner workings of a popular high school social group, they were very correct in the matter that guys like Screech didn’t land girls like Lisa. In movies and other TV shows, the underdog always gets the girl, and this gave hope to all losers across America. But then SBTB (that is the street name for the show) came around and reassured losers in every high school that their hopes of landing their own Lisa Turtle would never happen, no matter how hard they tried.

Although Lisa continuously reminded Screech of all of his insecurities, and rejected him as harshly as possible, he never gave up. Screech was a dork and Lisa Turtle was way too conceited to date a dork. Thus, Screech’s own worst enemy was himself. How about how big of a dick Zack and Slater were? Always complaining about there own girl problems, even though they could get any piece of tail in Bayside, while never once consoling Screech on his girl problems. Saved By The Bell set back dorks, dweebs, losers, geeks and tools another ten years.


3. Zack v. Belding tied with Zach v. Mr. Carosi: Lets face it; loose cannons like Zack Morris don’t deal well with authority. Whether it was his boss or his principal there was a good chance Zack was going to pull a fast one on you. But there was an even better chance that Zack was going to get caught. Although every guy wanted to be Zack Morris and every girl wanted Zack Morris, he could never pull off one of his own scams. Every episode Zack would have a scheme which centered around him doing something sneaky for his own benefit, and then at the end of the episode he would get caught and apologize. The thing that pissed me off the most was that Zack could freeze time, yet he would still always get caught. Can an SBTB writer please explain this to me? How come Belding was dumb as shit, and had no control over real time, but would catch Zack every time he tried to sneak in the girls’ locker room or try to pretend like Max (the guy who owned the Max) was his dad.

While Belding always got the upper hand on Zack Attack (also the name of their band), Leon Carosi did not have the same luck when it came to his showdowns with the smooth criminal Zack Morris. Even if Carosi would have gotten the upper hand in their constant battles, Zack still would have won the war. This is for one reason and one reason only: he was running shop on Carosi’s daughter. Is there a bigger slap in the face your enemy can deliver then dating your daughter? And she was a college girl… you Sonofabitch. For all you over protective fathers out there, I have a little bit of advice for you. Nothing will make your daughter want to date a guy more then if you openly resent him. In the beginning of the summer, Stacy (the daughter) couldn’t stand Zack, but as the feud grew between her over-protective dad and Zack, all of the sudden she wanted Zack like an AIDS patient wants an immune system.


2. Jessie Spano v. Caffeine Pills: “I’m so excited, I’m so excited… I’m so scared.� The episode where Jessie is battling the rising popularity of their girl group and the pressure of midterms. Jessie comes to the conclusion that their just is not enough hours in the day for her overachieving-self to work with. So what does Jessie turn to? Aderall? Cocaine? No, you idiots, this show was featured at 10am on Saturday mornings. She gets hooked on caffeine pills. And you know what? I don’t blame her. I blame that asshole group of friends she roles with. The first season-and-a half-features a battle between Zack and Slater for Kelly’s heart, and Screech’s infatuation with Lisa. Jessie just has to deal with the insecurities of being tall, feminist, and awkward. So after Zack wins Kelly (which you had to have Down’s to not see coming), Slater takes his constellation prize, Jessie. She is forced to date a “sexist pig� that would rather be dating her best friend. And there is nothing a feminist likes more then her boyfriend calling her “mamma.� We should just be thankful that Jessie didn’t pick up an eating disorder on free agency. The fact that the most averse effect that resulted from her crappy friends is Jessie trying out No-Doze for a week is a miracle.

Yet in the end she beats the evil over-the-counter drug due to an Emmy-worthy scene when Zack gets her to kick the junk. Little did Jessie know that high school wasn’t going to get any easier because she was still going to have to deal with “C� average Zack getting a better SAT score (1500), getting rejected from almost every college, and Screech winning Valedictorian over her. Eventually, all of these high school pressure turned Jessie Spano into a stripper


1. Zack v. Slater, for Kelly’s Heart: The Heartthrob v. The Jock, who would win out? Slater was a 17-Sport All-Stater, the Hispanic military brat (shocker, a Hispanic in Southern California), and the cool guy who laughed in the face of us conventional chair users. Zack was “preppy,� had his own personal sidekick, had the capability of freezing time, and was the main character of the show. In the end Zack ended up winning the heart of Kelly, which ultimately ended the popularity run of the Jerry curl mullet. In my opinion, Zack had one crucial characteristic in winning Kelly’s heart that Slater did not have: money. Kelly was completely perfect except for the fact that her dad was broke, and trying to pay for all 121 of his children (Kelly was the oldest of 7). Slater lived with his dad, Major Slater. And lets face it, lifers in the military aren’t exactly raking it in. Zack was a rich kid who had a cell phone before most families even had cordless phones in their home. For Kelly it was either pick up a second job outside being a waitress at the Max, or date Zack over Slater. Sorry Slater, but no State Championship, backwards chair, jerry curl mullet, or tank top can compensate for an endless bank role.

Honorable mention: Kelly v. Acne, Screech v. Kevin (his robot), Lisa Turtle v. Tori Spelling, Buddy Bands v. Friendship Bracelets, and Zack Attack (featuring the hit song Friends Forever) v. Zack’s ego.


SAY "CHEESE!" - FRIDAY


Never Bullshit a Pants-Shitter, Dubya!

COMEBACK ON THEIR FACE!

by Adam C. Briner, adamcbriner@yahoo.com

Ready yourself, mere mortals! Whatever Gods, Goddesses, Spirits, or Hollywood Directors you choose to hold in high moral and philosophical standing – pray to them. Get yourself a flaming sword – try your local pawnshops, where you can usually find a good deal – and prepare to do battle with the four horsemen. The apocalypse is upon us and its wrath is unrivaled.

Incidentally, stay tuned to Rivalfish.com for a very special and extra-hilarious apocalyptic issue. We are going to sacrifice a stem-cell colony and hold arm-wrestling matches with amputees. Don’ t worry, they’ll only be missing legs. We’re not cheaters.

So you don’t believe me? I’ve done you wrong, you say? You may cite my previous advice sessions as less than Nostradamus-like examples. Sure I said, “Buy Enron.� Sure I said, “Pick the Cubs!� – every year. Sure I said you should bet it all on Ivan Drago. And yes: Iraq, good “war practice� I thought! In and out in a week and a half!

My predictions may have been wrong in the past, but I’m not wrong about the apocalypse. This time it is more than a hunch. I have proof that the end of the world is coming:

Jose Canseco is Playing Professional Baseball, Again, on an every-day basis

The fact that they let him back into the game is verifiable proof that the entire world – but especially the baseball world – is completely upside down. How could they let this guy even purchase a bat, let alone swing one. As soon as they scanned any piece of equipment at the Dick’s Sporting Goods’ register, Bud Selig should have repelled in through the skylights with a S.W.A.T. team consisting of Mark McGwire, any living descendents of the Great Bambino, and all Yankees’ season ticket holders. They should have stopped the purchase using brutally physical force and tattooed Jose with “can’t play baseball� ink on his forehead.

This is the guy who is actively trying destroy baseball. That’s grounds for a lifetime ban, even if he did try to destroy it with The Truth. And, let’s not forget that he admitted to juicing. They’ve been trying to kick Barry Bonds out for months with no evidence (assuming you don’t include balls the size of Dan Raspatello’s mom’s as evidence). They have documented evidence (by Canseco himself, no less) that Josie loved to ‘roid up. No big deal, they still welcome him back.

Why not? Fewer people will hear about him in single-A ballparks than if he is doinking mostly drunk, mostly aged Supermodels on The Surreal Life. That’s why baseball would allow it. It’s actually less embarrassing than the alternative. The real question is: Why would Josie do it? More importantly, why wouldn’t he comeback as a knuckleball pitcher, if anything?

He probably thinks a comeback is appropriate. In fact, he probably thinks it’s a damn good idea. But then Josie never was quite right and that is why I have always been a fan. But let’s not tarnish an otherwise “perfect� (his words) career with this comeback. They are never a good idea. Here are ten examples:

1. Michael Jordan – Rumor has always been that Michael came back to prove that he could still play. Well, no one actually doubted that before his comeback anyways. All that his return (to the Wizards no less) did was prove to the kids on the playground that he was, in fact, mortal. Claims that he could beat up a hurricane immediately stopped.


2. Mike Ditka – Didn’t Coach come back with the New Orleans Saints? Did he honestly believe he could turn that tragedy around? If he had never come back, everyone would have continued to say that “only Mike Ditka could save the Saints.� His legend would have grown, not lessened. Also, rumors that he could beat up a hurricane stopped for him as well, when he didn’t – and one destroyed New Orleans.


3. Lionel Richie – He just put out his comeback CD, which is only slightly less cool than all his other uncool albums. Most parents would be happy to live off the money their daughters made from whorin’ around. Not Lionel. He thinks maybe he has one more masterpiece (Say You, Say Me II?) left.


4, 5, and 6. Motley Crue – Multiple numbers for multiple comebacks. I won’t say anything bad about the Crue for religious reasons, but you get the idea.

7. Pepsi Clear – Give it time, people…


8. Derek Lee – Now, technically, he never quit. He was injured. But he could have opted to wait a few more months (read: next season). His comeback won’t turn around a terrible Cub’s team. Come on, D. Lee, join the rest of the Cub’s nation in the mantra “Wait ‘til next year.�



9. John Travolta – Like most, Travolta’s comeback started with a bang. That bang was Pulp Fiction and it alone made me reconsider putting him on here. No disrespect to that movie, but remember, even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes. Or was it nuts on a better-looking squirrel once in a while? I can’t remember what Grandma used to say. The point is some of his movies that followed included Broken Arrow, Primary Colors, Battlefield Earth, and Be Cool. I’m just saying, he could have given better Face in Michael.


10. Mike Tyson – We all thought Tyson would beat some ass. Turns out, he bit some ass…and ear…and Holyfield’s children. Why come back and prove that you were softened up in prison, Mike? Let the world believe you were tough enough to be the one doing the raping.

See there, Comeback Kids, it’s over. You’ll never create the ’85 season, Dancing on the Ceiling, or Saturday Night Fever. Josie, if you do recreate a baseball career, it will be as a single-A knuckleballer. Listen, it’s better to have lost but still be loved than to comeback and be loathed because you destroyed your own legend, you Douches

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to figure out what single-A team signed Josie, so I can buy a jersey.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

LUNCHTIME UPDATE: DIGEST THIS!! - THURSDAY

Cycling, Swimming & Bears… Oh My! (Deadspin)
Whitey Ford + Salvador Dali = F*cked Up Advertising (YouTube)
Wrigley Beer Vendor Playing Cards – Collect All 63! (Beer Vendors)
Mark Cuban & Dan Marino To Buy The Penguins? (Post Gazette)
Buy Fenway’s Toilet! It Still Smells Like One Of Boggs’ Bombs (Lelands)
Tour De Farce? Landis A Druggie?! (MSNBC.com)
Albert Belle Is An Ex-Girlfriend Stalking, GPS Using Psycho (East Valley)
Reggie Bush & NFL Rookies Are Some Selfish Pricks (My Fantasy Ball)
Robin Williams On How Golf Was Invented (Dump.com)

SAY "CHEESE!" - THURSDAY



Study Reveals Manute Bol Accidentally Blocked Sudan Food Supply for 15-year-span in 80s and 90s


THIRSTY THURSDAY

By III, wald66@hotmail.com

It’s that special time of week where college students, young professionals, distressed husbands/fathers and, yes, even the celebrities of the world forget about life for a second and just go get hammered. Since I, myself, have been thirsty on Thursdays for quite some time now, I have taken it upon myself, as an expert, to search for the professional athlete, movie star, musician, etc. that is most likely to be seen at the happy hour special down the street, hitting on bartenders and puking in bathroom stalls. I will suggest a specific number of drinks for each of these lucky persons that will allow them to either drown away their sorrows or soak up their week’s successes.

So take a break from creeping on MySpace for a second and see who’s getting Piss-Ass on Thirsty day.


Ozzie Guillen

What does Ozzie have to do to get one of his pitchers to hit someone with a baseball? Are pitchers allowed to get any closer to the batters, like in 6 year-old “T-ball� when some kid’s Dad would come out and throw from 3 feet away? Jon Garland can pick an inch-wide corner on the side of home plate, but he has trouble hitting a 6-4, 225 pound guy in the batter’s box. Ozzie looked furious at the White Sox’s ace after that debacle. I couldn’t make out what was being said, but I’m pretty sure the word “faggot� was used more than a few times. Can you imagine if Ozzie Guillen had been a pitcher back in his playing days? I would be willing to bet that the games would have taken on more of a dodgeball-type feel than actually trying to hit the ball and run around the bases. Runs would be awarded for hit batsmen, errors given to those who miss. I think I may be on to something here. Until that day comes, however, Ozzie can toss water bottles on the ground, demote his pitchers, or head down to McGee’s for dollar drinks and your ex-girlfriend’s new lifestyle. I’m suggesting 7.5 beers for Ozzie because he looks like he’s two steps away from being a full-blown alcoholic, and 5 just won’t do it. Maybe even a shot of Tequila for good measure. WTF, Oz, nibble one of your son’s ears, whisper sweet nothings, and make him wish he never lost his V-Card to Kody Clemens.


Alex “Limp-Rod� Rodriguez

The two biggest stories in sports right now – Barry Bonds on steroids and Alex Rodriguez’s slump. As much as I love to see Gay-Rod be hated on in every aspect of his game, I think the media is blowing this one out of proportion. I mean, the guy just got his 2000th hit, and all the media can talk about is how bad he sucks now and how everyone hates him and how Iraq is his fault and how Lance Bass would still be straight had he not been hit with one of Alex’s errant throws. Personally, I’ve thought he’s sucked for a long time, so this is no surprise to Yours Truly. But the people of New York, who claim to have an undying passion for their team, have loved A-Rod since he’s gotten there. So the guy has made a few errors and his bat seems to be avoiding the ball like its got herpes? When you’re all-star is in a bad way, you don’t beat him down mercilessly. You nurse him back to health like the little girl that he is, Johnny Damon style. Maybe treat him and Jeter to an all-day spa treatment – massages, facials, maybe re-frost those tips. Or maybe he just needs a good ol’ fashioned apple martini. I’m suggesting A-Rod go out to one of those trendy gay bars in New York, and order himself a nice Grey Goose martini to celebrate his 2000th hit. And then 2 more to make him forget about playing like Ozzie? That’s right, like a Faggot. Don’t worry, it means something different in my home country of Nicaragua.


Paris Hilton

Since I’ve been writing for Rivalfish, I have stuck completely to sport issues. However, I have finally been given a green light to step out of the sporting world for a second and delve into the realm of Skanky Hollywood. Finally, I get to vent my anger and frustration towards one of my most hated individuals of all-time. When elections for President come about in '08, I honestly think one of the major issues, along with the War and the Economy, is how each man intends to handle the catastrophe that is Paris Hilton and her wretched, claw-lined red-snapper. I hate that tiny dog that she brings around like it is an addition to her purse or a kidnapped Peruvian. I hate that she’s banged more dudes that Derek Jeter and A-Rod combined. I hate The Simple Life more than any other television show ever made, especially since there’s no more near-infected-taco-bumping moments between Paris and Nicole. Paris Hilton is all that is wrong with society, if you exclude orphans. I’m having trouble figuring out how many drinks to assign to Ms. Hilton, because I have a feeling she could drink an entire frat house under the table and then finish them all off quicker than Shane’s World on its best day. So, I’m going to suggest that she first take 3 Vicodin before heading out, followed by 10 beers and 4 shots of Jager. That’ll put her out at least till she’s 50 when her breasts sag to the floor and her ass turns to a Jello mold. Maybe that’ll force some good nature into her…alright, make it 10 Jager shots and a full Scope bottle of GHB.

"Who else needs to get Roofied, Wasted, Zapped, Sped, Lowed, Highed, Rolled, Tripped, or BOOMED?" - Rival Room Editor

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

SAY "CHEESE!" - WEDNESDAY (PART II)

LUNCHTIME UPDATE: DIGEST THIS!! - WEDNESDAY

Harold Reynolds New Tutorial Video: “How To Hit… On Interns� (NY Post)
Chorizo Added To Spice Up Milwaukee’s Sausage Race (Deadspin)
Tom Brady Is The New Movado Man (Fashion Week Daily)
Most Violent Children's Games (The Phat Phree)
EverDon't Go Home With The Stripper (Savvy)
Schwarzenegger Makes A Phone Call (Ebaumsworld)
C’mon… Seriously?... Really?...Wow, I Can’t Believe It! (Socialite’s Life)
The Trampoline Olympics (College Humor)

SAY "CHEESE!" - WEDNESDAY


The Few. The Proud. The Sonofabitches Who Don't Want to Be Fucking Choked, You Pussy Fuck!

MY DAD CAN BEAT UP YOUR DAD!

By Ross Frank DiMarco III, rfdimar@pointpark.edu

“Tello Real, please don’t add anything sexual, my Aunt’s going to read this.� – Ross Frank DiMarco III

Hello all! I’m sure you have all missed me so much that when you saw I wrote an article this week your bladder uncontrollably leaked out a drop or two of urine. Anyways, first, I want to apologize for my absence. Do I have to explain myself to you people? The answer is quite simple: No.

I’m sure you are all waiting to see which two combatants will square off this week. Well, you are going to have to wait some more because I am not in the mood for violence. All of this turmoil happening in the Middle East makes me sad, and since Tello Real’s people are in the middle of a war (yes ladies, he is half Jewish), I figured I would write about a rivalry that I possess.

As you may well know, I live in Pittsburgh and I am currently attending graduate school at Point Park University. However, in addition, I also hold a part-time job at PNC Bank. You may be thinking to yourself, “that seems pretty cool, I’m sure PNC employees receive free tickets to Pirates games because the stadium bears the name.� Well, I’m here to tell you we don’t. Nevertheless, the customers I see everyday are my biggest Rivals. Let me give you some insight as to why.

You know what really grinds my gears the most? The first of the month. For it is that day when the elderly make their monthly trip to the bank to collect their Social Security. Unfortunately, I am the “lucky� bastard that has to deal with all their shenanigans. I sit at my teller window (commence laughing) and adhere to every single demand they bark at me.

First off, I find it amazing that most of them still have the ability to see over the wheel of their ’79 Buick. I fear for the lives of every man, woman and child when they leave their house. They limp up the stairs and immediately march over to me. They try to talk, but due to the lack of oxygen in their lungs, they usually can only mutter a word or two as they try and catch their breath.

While they are huffing and puffing, I catch a whiff of the 20 or 30 cigarettes they smoked that morning. By now, I can probably tell you which brand of cigarettes a person smokes simply by smelling their clothes. The stench of stale cigarettes and cat urine fill the 12-inch radius that surrounds their bodies.

Once they are one with the air again, they complain about having to walk up the stairs. Maybe if they cut cigarettes out of their McDonald’s breakfast diet, they would be able to take a flight of stairs like a normal human being.

Their brown-stained teeth beam with pride when they present me with the Social Security check. They stare at it with their 6-inch thick goggles and politely slide it under the toothpick prison bars that supposedly protect me from robbers. Here is where the real fun begins.

I guess I must resemble Dr. Phil because elderly people see me as a person who actually wants to listen to their troubles with society. As I try to gasp for some quickly evaporating clean air, they recall the good old days when bank tellers wore ties. Sometimes, when I’m really lucky, they talk about how expensive coffee is now and when they used to get a cup for a nickel.

They lean as close as they can to the computer screen so they can see the magical view I witness every second I am at the bank. My face slowly turns purple due to the breaths I can no longer take.

Then they hear the words they’ve been longing for, “How do you want your money back?� For some odd reason, old people want every type of currency that isn’t in my drawer. Usually, they ask for $2 dollar bills. “It’s for the grandchildren,� they say. But I know what it’s for - to make my life more difficult. I give them their money with a smile on my face, but with a sense of emptiness in my stomach. Why? Because I know they are about to get into that Buick and drive back home.

So, there it is…My Rivalry. Not every customer is like the one I just described, but those are the majority. Anyway, sorry about my little rant, but since this is a rivalry website, I thought I should be allowed to vent.

I want to give a couple quick shout outs to the three family members (that’s right, only THREE) that read my articles. Thank you to my cousins, Joe and Tia, and to my Aunt Kathy for encouraging me to keep writing. Also, thanks to Bruce Bobak and his store, Definitely You (call 412-885-1191 for all your Steelers gear) for his help in supporting Rivalfish. Lastly, thanks to WDVE 102.5 for recognizing Rivalfish on their morning radio show. I have no idea how they found out about us, but who cares? Free publicity is better than no publicity.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

CHIEF FAT SPIRIT MUST HAVE BEEN TRAINED BY THE ANCIENT TRUFFLE-SHUFFLE NINJAS of TONG-CHOAD, JAPAN

LUNCHTIME UPDATE: DIGEST THIS!! - TUESDAY

ESPN, Why Send Reynolds Packing AND NOT KRUK!?!?! (Deadspin)
Ben Maller Likes Getting My Hopes Up - Trump To Buy Cubs? (BM)
Head-Butting Is The New Macarena (BBC News.com)
5 Detroit Lions Facts & An Interview With Damien Woody (KSK)
A-Rod Comforted By Imaginary Fan (Call Of The Green Monster)
Einstein Adds A Bed, Subtracts His Clothes, Divides Her Legs & Multiplies (3 Q’s)
George Michael Caught Blowing Homeless Guy. Seriously. (D-Listed)
For The Ladies (& George Michael): Beckham In A Speedo (Socialite Life)
Who’d Win In A Knife Fight – Scott Boras or Steve Phillips? (CSTB)
Should The Cubs & Their Fans Forgive Sammy Sosa? (GoatRiders.org)

"SAY CHEESE" - TUESDAY

LADIES LOVE OBSCURE RIVALRIES: THE WEEKEND IN SPORTS!

By Dan Raspatello, draspatello@rivalfish.com

This week I needed a little break from the world of obscure rivalries. I just found the irony in me writing a weekly article on something obscure for the past 6 months too much for me to take. If I can produce one a week for a ½ of a year, they obviously aren’t too obscure

Two weeks ago I made a joke about how ½ of me was awaiting my mandatory military obligation to Israel. A shitty joke making fun of myself for having one parent who thinks Barbra Streisand has done more for entertainment than Bill Gates has done with his foundation. Of course, the day after I make the joke, Israel gets into a war with Lebanon. This isn’t good, because according to Fox News this means that World War III is starting any day now. Anyway, after accumulating a 1/1 Middle East Military Joke/War Initiation ratio, I have learned my lesson.

The Tour de France happened over this weekend, and another American, Floyd Landis, won. Floyd Landis sounds more like a guy who would do your taxes then a world champion athlete. Unfortunately for Landis if you haven’t survived a life threatening disease nobody cares if you won the Tour. The first Tour de France without Lance Armstrong is about as exciting as… well, a bike race. By the way Landis looks exactly like the bad guy in the new movie Monster House

That’s right; I am trying to reach our 11-and-under fan base. The good news is America has kept its World Dominance in cycling. That’s right, we have finally reached a moment in history where American athletics is synonymous with International Cycling Supremacy. Name one person who would not have given up international dominance in baseball, basketball, and hockey for this moment. From now on when you think of the Dream Team you will no longer associate it with The USA Olympic Basketball team, but instead a bunch of skinny guys wearing spandex, and riding bikes for a month in the mountains of France.

Speaking of the Dream Team, tryouts for USA basketball just started this week in Las Vegas. This sounds like a genius move. Let’s hold a tryout for a bunch of dirty rich twentysomething guys in the one city where Gambling and Prostitution is legal. Allen Iverson didn’t get asked to come and tryout for Team USA. This is the best move that Team USA coach Mike Krzyzewski (Coach K) has made thus far. For a guy who refused to show up or try at practice, he probably isn’t going to respond too well to the concept of a tryout. This also marks the first time that any of the 24 players that were invited to the tryout have ever had to tryout for anything related to basketball.

I do question some of the choices that Coach K made, however, when picking the players that would be invited to the tryout: For starters, Adam Morrison and J.J. Redick. I can understand at first what Coach K was thinking. I mean, these guys have had long prosperous careers in the NBA. Wait, nevermind, I confused them for players like Allen Iverson and Ben Wallace who are not at camp. J.J. Reddick and Adam Morrison are just the two fan-friendly White Guys from this year’s draft.

Apparently Kobe Bryant and Adam Morrison got in a little scuffle at a bar after a practice when the guys went out for a beer to do a little bonding. Bryant called Morrison a little bitch for ordering a diet and rum when all the other players all ordered a beer. Allegedly Kobe said, “Yo, J.J., your boy Morrison drinks diet pop like a little bitch.� This was followed by Adam Morrison crying and chasing Kobe around the bar with his Insulin needle.

Another questionable move is asking Shane Battier to come and tryout. Former Real Team USA Assistant Coach K, take your finger off the ex-Duke Player Trigger for one second before USA Basketball’s reputation gets hurt any further. I understand that we need more role players, but Battier is a role player for an okay-at-best NBA team. Coach K, I think they meant more Great Players who are willing to be role players like Elton Brand (who did get invited) and Ray Allen (who is not at the tryouts). I know I am a white guy who has merely seen 8 Mile way too many times, but if Shane Battier is not the definition of an “Uncle Tom� then I don’t know what is. Are we trying to pick a team that John Rocker and Jefferson Davis would agree with, or a team that is going to win the World Championships and the Olympics?

The trade deadline for Major League Baseball is fast approaching, and the Chicago White Sox are making more trades than the poor kid at your old lunch table. Of course the White Sox will somehow trade their brown banana for a pack of Gushers (i.e. Aaron Rowand for Jim Thome), and win another World Series. The Cubs will trade their washed up veterans for some promising prospects who will suck for the Cubs, but then get traded again to another team and become All-Stars (i.e. Corey Patterson this year, and before I get some angry comment, I know the Cubs drafted Patterson and they did not trade for him).

Tiger Woods won his third British Open this week by pulling away at the very end from the late-charging Chris DiMarco. DiMarco was complaining that it was unfair that Tiger got to win the British Open. When asked why, DiMarco said, “Because even if he lost he would still get to have sex with his ridiculously hot wife.�

So that just about covers anything you need to know about what has recently been going on in the sporting world. ESPN, I apologize for killing your ratings once again.

Monday, July 24, 2006

LUNCHTIME UPDATE: DIGEST THIS!! - MONDAY

I Never Should've Dropped Weaver From My Fantasy Team (Deadpsin)
Steely Dan’s Letter To Luke Wilson - “Tell Owen To Bring His Bongos� (Wizbang)
ESPN’s Worst Uniforms Of All-Time (ESPN)
At Least Rickey’s Bong Is Still Intact (The Sports Dirt)
NFC North Breakdown From My Fantasy Ball (My Fantasy Ball)
Miami Football Player Gets Shot In Ass & It Wasn’t A Steroid Syringe (Miami)
“Her Dress Is Tight. It Was Beaded & Heavy. She Passed Out.� (Wizbang)

SAY CHEESE - MONDAY


Lance Armstrong Loses Tour de France

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