Not a whole lot to say. Robbie is already here
In America we have traditions.
On New Year’s Eve, we drink our faces off. On the Fourth of July, we blow things up. On Thanksgiving, we eat too much. On the week of MLB All-Star break, we rake our eyes out with boredom.
For many, baseball serves as the unappreciated girlfriend during the summer months. She’s not beautiful, sometimes you feel like she needs to change things up and you occasionally find yourself waiting for something better to come along (read: NFL). But dammit all if she’s not the most reliable young lady in the world.
She’s there when you’re bored at home and she’s there when you need a little entertainment while out on the town. It’s only when she’s gone that you realize how gaping of a void she can produce.
So baseball took it’s annual “do you appreciate me now?” leave of absence this week and left us with nothing but an awards show and golf in a giant field.
As most know, there was pretty much one big story this week and it was kind of tragic. I’m going to make my job even more difficult by not mentioning that particular story. Wish me luck. Let’s do this.
I’m going to begin the campaign now. I want to be Rory McIlroy when I grow up.
No, I don’t care that he is technically two months younger than me or that he didn’t have a great second day at The Open Championship. He is the man, and I am thoroughly jealous of him.
One can only imagine a day in the life of a 21-year-old Irish golf star. I’m guessing something like this:
- Wake up, go to the driving range.
- Come home, eat an Irish person kind of breakfast. First girl of the day.
- Go play a practice round of golf. Wind down with second girl of the day.
- Go to a local pub, go through a couple of glasses of Jameson. On the house, of course.
- One more trip to the driving range. Avoid legions of girls on the way to your car. Find one good one, make her the third girl of the day.
- Go out at night. Rinse and repeat.
Good for you, Rory. Good for you.
The ESPY Awards took place on Wednesday night. I personally was not able to watch the show, but general consensus points to two important factors in the vent. The first being that Jeremy Shockey thought that everything was absolutely hilarious. Much like this post, that may or may not have been the direct result of alcoholic products.
The other groundbreaking piece of information is that Brooklyn Decker is one of the single most incredible individuals on the face of the earth. This is one of the most serious statements that you will ever read on Sports Casualties and it cannot be stressed enough.
Umm, did I mention there’s a golf tournament going on in Scotland?
I could kill some time by talking about wrestling… Didn’t watch any of that this week either.
Remember when Rick Reilly was a somewhat entertaining sportswriter and not a destructive menace to all of television?
I personally think that it’s very nice that ESPN pays Scott Van Pelt a respectable amount of money to re-create the same job that he once held on the Golf Channel.
Speaking of the Golf Channel, there are some pretty good-looking women on the new season of “The Big Break.”
I’m currently watching the Marlins-Nationals highlights. I think I might have just seen Robbie in the stands, but it could have just been one of the other 200 people in attendance.
On Thursday night, I saw Bucs quarterback Josh Freeman out at MacDinton’s Irish Pub, it took everything in my power to not set up a ridiculous plot to destroy his ACL.
Southern Methodist University has declined a couple of football prospects because of their academics, and the football program is not too happy about it. Craig James says that he knows exactly what everybody needs to calm the situation.
“Jersey Shore” returns to television on July 29. Who’s excited? ME! ME! ME!
Robbie may or may not be in an episode of the new season. You’ll only know if you watch.
The Yankees blew the All-Star game and ruined the awesome streak of the American League. Oh sure, play your sappy mourning card. Like that’s going to work.
In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m struggling pretty bad to dig any relevance out of this week. This is not good.
I think I’m going to quit now.
This is funny, I think.