For the Record

Number 48. Now I know my dad feels. Just kidding. Walter Jones retires at age 36. And for some reason an Atlanta promoter is suggesting an all-whites basketball league. He says it will help kids focus on “fundamental basketball” rather than “street ball”. Just a reminder, we’re in the 21st century, Michael Richards. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie (Brangelina is too cliché) are planning to sue a British tabloid that constantly writes that they’re planning to split in a case of to little, too late. Some of my viewers think I should return to putting hyperlinks on my blog, so I’ll start doing that. Last night’s Super Bowl surpassed the 1983 season finale of M*A*S*H thanks to a patron named Drew Brees that has lifted New Orleans from Katrina to a championship (although LSU won the BCS championship game in 2008 and in 2004 so this is nothing really special except that it’s in professional sports, and from 4 years ago from 3-13, he came, they reached the NFC title game for the first time, and he changed the fans from wearing paper bags on their heads to wearing hope) and an onside kick that was gutsier than John McCain’s running mate decision. The 2009 Super Bowl (Steelers 27,Cardinals 23, Larry Fitzgerald and Santonio Holmes) held the record previously. The Saints return to New Orleans, and there’s a party in Bourbon Street. And probably a lot Bourbon as Mardi gras came early in the Big Easy. Drew Brees was MVP, with a record-tying 32 completions (32-39, one was a spike). Kendra Wilkinson’s husband (Colts receiver Hank Baskett) and Kim Kardashian’s longtime boyfriend (Reggie Bush) battled it out on Sun Life Financial Field in Miami (are you happy now that I know your name!). Sarah Palin (or as we know her from my former blogs, Desperate Alaskan Spaz or Epic Failure) plans to run in 2012. Oh wait. I’m getting something. It’s seems that Armageddon will happen if someone chooses her for their running mate again. It was a close call last time. Thankfully she resigned.

BRB