The Dallas Mav's TV color guy Brad Davis auditioned to play the singer of the wedding band in Old School. He failed, and fortunately for us, he chose to go the sporting route:
Our second clip comes from a Mavs-Hawks game on December 28th via Sports By Brooks. Mavs' announcer Brad Davis apparently says, "When he has to full court press and grab and hold and everything else. And it gets to a point sometimes where the referees just get tired of f**king calling fouls on them.” You be the judge!
Hey Brad! We fuckin' need ya now tonight. We fuckin' neeeed you more than ever!
You can't step to my roots, so don't try it. You can’t burn with my group so don’t light it. I'm on the OC crew and I'm better than you. You like to suck my balls, don't deny it. You can't bop her like me so don't go there. You never find a bigger bitch player nowhere. I put my jimmy in a ho, put off soul. I'm a good listener and that's rare.
The defense got served.*
A night later, in Minneapolis, Rashad McCants interpreted the rancher and his violin's ditty a little too literally for McHale's taste.
You'll do a line and I'll do a line honeeey, You'll do a line and I'll do a line baaaabe You'll do a line and I'll do a line, we'll fight an' screw til the mornin' time Honey, babe, be mine.
Commissioner David Stern has issued a statement in response to the recent rhythmic outbreak on NBA hardwood across the country, warning that "serving" a defender is now subject to a $75,000 fine.
Since we are hard pressed to provide any meaningful NBA commentary, we will instead make poor and/or off-brand jokes about basketball pictures in a new feature adequately titled 'NBA Skeet.' The retroactive first edition can be seen here. As with all of our other regular features, its appearances will of course be wildly inconsistent.
It really is true what they're saying about Shaq O'Neal's game not being as sharp as it used to be. As evidenced above, he's even 90 degrees off when making his 'O' face. Photo courtesy NBA.com
Everybody's favorite Bay Area southpaws took in a Warriors 22-point gagging versus Detroit November 14. They were both honored with custom Golden State jerseys, unfortunately just before the photo shoot Dontrelle urinated on his. Something tells us Boom-Dizzle is gonna go ahead let D-Train keep that loaner.
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