Sexiled

Everyone has that one night in their lives that they'll regret forever. Right?

Maybe you had a few too many slippery nipple shots at the bar the night before and woke up in a blurry haze the next morning lying butt-naked in a public garden next to Lolita, the 4'5" Spanish midget from the local Foxy Lady. It happens to everybody. We make mistakes. We're only human.

But for Brandon Davies, being human may have just cost him his basketball scholarship.

On Tuesday, it was announced that Davies, the BYU sophomore forward out of Provo, UT, had been dismissed from the team indefinitely for his conduct off the court. At first, all the university would not go any specific details about the transgressions that led to the dismissal. Then on Wednesday, word finally got out that the sophomore had been released from the team and suspended from the school for breaking an "honor code" upheld at the institution. When I first heard this, my initial thought was that Colonel Jessup was in the building. Honor code? Did he give away Coca Cola's secret recipe or something?

As it turned out, Davies was dismissed from the team as a consequence to one of those nights he'll always regret. But in this case, there was no alcohol or public indecency or Spanish midgets. Brandon Davies was suspended and kicked off the basketball team for having sex...with his girlfriend.

Now I know BYU is supposed to be all uber-religious and strict and straight-edge when it comes to all this stuff but...really? The man has intercourse with his girlfriend and that's enough behavior to warrant a permanent dismissal from the team and possible dismissal from the school? The dude wasn't drinking, wasn't smoking, and really wasn't doing anything illegal. And yet, he gets one of the stiffest punishments I have seen given to a college athlete in a long, long time. It just doesn't make sense.

Yeah yeah, BYU is full of Mormons and Mormons don't believe in drugs, alcohol or premarital sex. But let's be honest here, this kid was probably going to marry this girl next week anyway. More than half of the kids walking around that school are married already and many of them have children too. And wait another year, I bet some of them will be married again. And again. I just don't get it.

Without trying to go into the logistics of the actual religion and its actual rules and beliefs, I'm just going to say that I think the thing that gets to me the most is the inconsistency this action

sets against the rest of the league. I mean, think about it. In the past year alone, how many times have we seen college athletes getting suspended just a couple games for recruiting violations and taking gifts from boosters and getting into barfights, etc? You'd be stupid to think that all college athletes are alcohol and drug-free. And you'd be really stupid to think that college athletes don't have premarital sex. Much of the time, their "destructive" behavior goes under the radar. And when they do get caught, it's usually only a brief suspension. Is it fair that BYU is 100 times stricter? No. But is it the risk you take when you choose to go to a college like that. I guess so.

And let's get to the real issue at hand. Because it's not like this happened to any little division III program in Chaunceyville USA. BYU was ranked #3 in the nation and coming off a huge victory over conference rival and #6 ranked San Diego State when this happened. They were almost a shoe-in for a #1 seed in the NCAA tourney in a few weeks. Now, they have to play without their 3rd leading scorer and best option inside the paint. Now all opposing teams have to do is focus on defending wonderboy Jimmer Fredette and they'll have a chance to win.

Exhibit A: tonight's game. New Mexico 82, BYU 64. (in Provo)

The only "honor code" being broken here is BYU giving away their own secret recipe.

A Trade With No Perks...

[Sorry to those who, for some reason, might've be expecting a post about Glee tonight...]

Say it Ainge so.

While most of the world was at work today, Celtics President Danny Ainge was working to...dismember the team? Wait a second. Let me try to get this straight. We ship out big man Kendrick Perkins and spark plug Nate Robinson - two proven playoff players - in exchange for a guy who has already proven not to work out for us, in Jeff Green, and a guy who's name looks like the letters I just picked up in scrabble, in Nenad Krstic. [For the record, if you haven't downloaded "Words with Friends" yet - basically a Scrabble knock-off - do it. Probably one of the most addicting games out there right now. Thank God I didn't discover this game in college.]

And as if losing Perk and Donkey wasn't enough, Danny boy ships out Semih Erden (another Scrabble player) and the Irish Cavemonster, Luke Harangody to the Cavs for...a second round pick?!?! Como say what? I mean, I've heard of making cap room, but this is straight up early spring cleaning. Why are we clearing out space for a team that can't even show up to practice without wheelchairs and crutches?

Now I'm usually a guy who tends to take the optimist side of mid-season trade involving my favorite team. I can usually understand the logistics and necessities that go into making moves through front offices and management and what-have-you. I try to look at the deal through the

GM's eyes. Heck, they must know more than I do, right? I mean, at first it was a shock, but after a while I could begin to understand why Belichick sent Randy Moss packing in exchange for a third round pick. Even the Manny Ramirez trade 3 years ago wasn't necessarily a blind-side hit. Yes, I weeped like a little girl when it happened, but it's not like I didn't see it coming.

There's only one real trade that's occurred from a Boston sports team that I never really understood or accepted. And that day was Dec. 1, 2005 when Bruins GM Mike O'Connell shipped out beloved captain Joe Thornton to the San Jose Sharks for Marco Sturm, Brad Stuart and Wayne Primeau. Stupid. Stupid

stupid.

While this trade had at least some meaning in it - Jeff Green can spread out the floor and Krstic is, well, big enough - I just don't see how this trade makes the team any better. If anything, this trade was perfect for the Thunder, who needed a big presence inside like Perk. Yes, Perk has been injury-prone, but when he's healthy he's dominant. And nasty Nate is nasty Nate. You know, a guy who'll jump on your back during the playoffs. Literally.

Anyway, as I predicted, the Celtics-Nuggets game tonight was atrocious. Talk about a matchup between two teams who just look plain empty. The injury-laden Celtics barely had enough players to put out on the court (after the Big 4 - and even they didn't play a lot of minutes) and the new Melo-less Nuggets looked just as hollow. It was like watching pong. The two sides were just...there. It looked like neither team wanted to be there, and I'm pretty sure the Celtics just stopped playing after 3 quarters. 89-75 loss. Woo. Can't wait for the playoffs. Woo...

[Post-note: just found out Perkins was "very upset and emotional" about being traded. 8 years. Gone. Thanks Ainge. You meany.]

Beans, Beans, They're Good for Your Heart...

...especially on Valentine's Day.

I know it's been a little more than a full 24 hours removed since the big victory Monday night but I couldn't let another minute pass without expressing how fortunate I am to witness and be apart of a true dynasty (dare I say) in Division I college hockey. Boston College Hockey: three Beanpot Championships in four years, three Hockey East Championships in four years, and two National Championships in three years...and there's no sign of slowing down this season. Captain Whit and the boys are ranked #1 in the national standings this week and get a rematch of the recent Beanpot foe NU this coming Friday at home. Things are looking good. Again. I hate to say anything because of the fear of jinxing us, but I've never felt this confident in team to the point where I expect them to win every game since...well, a certain professional football squad in 2007. Our guys are doing some amazing things out there on the ice and that's all I really have to say.

Along the lines of the game itself, well, it wasn't the cleanest game of hockey I've seen, no. But as I said, I never lost the confidence that we would pull it off in the end. Even after the NU goal with a little over a minute left in regulation. This game had 2008 beanpot final vs. Harvard written all over it - a back-and-forth goal-laden affair with a few (un)fortunate bounces and a handful of defensive breakdowns. Throw in a few minutes of overtime and boom, 2008 beanpot deja vu - minus Nick Petrecki canoeing through center ice...

All in all, I couldn't be more proud of these guys. And at the same time, I couldn't be more proud of the BC fanbase. I don't know if it was just because this was my first time sitting 'outside' the student section portion of the bleachers but the fans looked great. A full four sections were filled, and there were plenty more overflowing just outside the main corner. It seemed like three or four years ago, there was half that number (something that still boggles my mind - who's not going to the Beanpot?). And yeah, people are going to make the argument that the place was louder when Northeastern scored then when BC did. You'd probably be right - but you have to take into consideration a couple things. A.) Any BU fans that were still there (you know who you are) were guaranteed rooting against BC (and not necessarily for NU). B.) Anyone else was either doing the same as BU fans or just rooting for NU because people who have no loyalty tend to side with the underdog - in this case, a team that hasn't won the tournament in 23 years. Can't really blame 'em, but then again, don't really feel bad for them either. As a colleague of mine likes to say, "haters gonna hate."

[Side note: I wanted to make a remark about lowly BU losing to an even lowlier Harvard in the consolation game, but to tell you the truth, I think that loss is embarrassing and humiliating enough for them. 4th place out of 4? Well, at least you can't get any worst next year, BU...]

Congratulations again to the boys for another absolutely amazing tournament victory. Two years in a row drinking out of that thing and that, my friends, is one thing that'll never get old...

Rockin' The Suburbs, Just Like Arcade Fire Did...

Finally.

I had to sit through three and a half painful hours but I finally got to see what I wanted to see: Good. Music. Rewarded.

The Academy got it right (for once) Sunday night and chose Arcade Fire's most recent album, "The Suburbs," as Album of the Year. To be honest, this was just an enormous bonus for me in general. I was just excited to watch their Grammy-debut performance,

the main reason why I had to push

myself through 3.5 hours of redundant Top 40 pop crap. The actual award (which followed the performance) was just the frosting to the anxious cake I had been baking throughout the show. And boy did it taste good in the end.

Actually, after saying that, I suppose the Grammy Award should be the cake itself and the figurative frosting would be AF's performance of "Ready to Start" that closed out the ceremonies. Because I'm not going to lie, although I do love the song "Month of May", I was a little disappointed with the performance. Were they trying to bring back BMXing? Were they trying to give me a light-induced seizure? Did they only pick that song because the lyrics suggest the process of "making an album"?.... Ehhhhh, in that case, I see what you did there, Arcade Fire...touche. Would've liked to see "We Used to Wait" but hey, we can't have our cake and eat it too...I swear that's my last cake reference.

[Which, speaking of, can we discuss real quickly how every person under the reign of God had a birthday this weekend? I'm serious, according to my trusty Facebook statistics, I was "friends" with 11 people who had a birthday on 2/13 and 8 people who had a birthday on 2/12. That just seems absurd to me. I can't even name 19 of my friends' birthdays, but chances are it was this weekend. Parents: stop getting frisky in the Month of May. Anyone see what I did there? Anyone? Bueller?]

Although I was surprised by AF's 'underdog', I can't cay that I didn't see it coming. As Grammy history would tend to suggest, the band that plays live on stage who also happens to be nominated for an award that is presented directly after their performance...usually wins. It happened tonight with Lady Antebellum - but then again, they seemed to clean house tonight anyway. [Funny, I don't know how I feel about a song that sounds like it belongs on EVERY episode of Glee winning that many Grammys but oh well...Better than Glee winning a Grammy. Wait, did they?] The funnier thing is that this didn't happen with Justine Bieby Bieby Beiby Oh! Thank god.

So, in any event, I guess I called it for AF. But then again, I did fall off my chair when they actually won. I mean, beating out the Super Overrated PopTards of Lady Gaga-bellum, Katy Perry, and Eminem (who isn't pop, but is a bit overrated) was a true underdog story. And the greatest part was that they were just as surprised as anyone as they scrambled to take the stage again (Win Butler blurting out "What the hell?") - just perfect. [And almost too perfect. Like, they must've planned it that way right? If Gaga would've won, would she have gone up there and got in her egg while the credits rolled? It only made sense that they put AF at the end of the show like that. I see what you did, Grammy Producers...]

10 Things We Learned about the Grammys:

1. Christina Aguilera is having the worst week of her life. First she forgets the words to the

National Anthem on the nation's biggest stage, then she forgets how to walk on LA's biggest stage. Hey Christina,maybe it's time to sit a few plays out. Maybe go back into hiding for a few

more months....

2. Lady Gaga proved that she is the devil. Who came from an egg. So, I guess, that makes her a deviled egg?

3. Wait, so...Lance Bass is Lady Antebellum? I mean, I knew he was a lady and all. But who knew he teamed up with Miley Cyrus and Demetri Martin to make this supergroup. I need to start listening to these guys. Gals. Whatever.

4. Hey, Johnny Mayer. Johnny Depp called. He wants his look back....

5. Hey Katy Perry. Zooey Deschanel called. She still wants her look back.

6. Hey Cee-Lo Green, the NBC Peacock called...yeah, you get the point....

7. Did anyone else think it was ironic that they had Mick Jagger perform right after they did a montage of musicians that have died in the past year? And did I catch Bob Dylan's name come up on that list?...

8. Hey Eminem, why so serious? Seriously. When he performs, he just yells. When they show

him on camera, he just glares. When he wins a Grammy, he just doesn't care.

Hey Em, how bout you smile for once. I mean, I know your mom sucked and your wife beat you and you grew up in Detroit and whatever, but life's not all that hard for now right? Don't you have money and friends and fame and all that good stuff? Why do you always have to play the "everyone's out to get me card"? I'm white, your white, let's go to Starbucks and talk about this.

9. Saw the commercial for Little Red Riding Hood. Since when did childhood fairy tales turn into

dark, gothic psychological thrillers? I blame Sherlock Holmes...

10. ...and finally! Happy Valentine's Day from Usher + Justin Beiber. The cutest couple on the planet! That love confession tonight was one of the most homo-romantic moments on stage since Diana Ross went to second base on Lil' Kim at the VMAs.

Album of the Week: This should be obvious. Clearly, it's "The Suburbs" by Arcade Fire. If you haven't had a chance to listen to this phenomenal record, get your hands on it today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqyakRmPNM8

This Is Why We Fight

So I've really been meaning to share my thoughts about the Super Bowl and the Beanpot and...Glee(?) - yeah, believe it or not, I have some things to say about that god-awful excuse for a show, but we'll hold off for now. The truth is, tonight was such a great night in sports that I felt it necessary to start there.

So let's start here...

That was by far the BEST Bruins game of the year tonight. I mean, talk about getting your money's worth if you were at the garden earlier. You got the hated Canadiens coming in to town - the B's being winless against the Habs this year - and the two teams stand between two points of each other at the top of the Northeast divisional standings. The match-up had drama written all over it from the start, and boy did it not disappoint. 14 total goals (including 8 in the 2nd period alone), 187 combined penalty minutes...and oh yeah, a goalie fight! Now although, it didn't quite seem like Thomas and Price were in it for blood, it's still always exciting when you get to see two goalies get together and drop the gloves. It's so rare these days, it's almost like seeing a safety happen in football. You know, once a team (granted not yours) gets pinned to their own 1 yard line, you feel yourself start to root for the fateful sack in the endzone, because let's be honest how weird does 2 points look on the scoreboard!?...But I digress...Such to say, no one does it quite like Patrick Roy used to do it. And so for that, I give you this:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeF5XF8jxkQ and then this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kl2xMXXOw4M. But in all seriousness, what a fantastic game tonight. And for the B's to get the W in a sloppy game like that is twice as huge.

And speaking of fighting and coming up huge, I have to quickly defend someone right now who doesn't get a lot of credit. And that person is Mr. Andrew Ference. A lot of people wrote this guy off early in the year this year because of history of injuries and occasional lackadaisical defensive play, but I'll tell you what, I'd take this guy as my teammate any day. I mean, did anyone see him go after Travis Moen tonight, a guy who is a solid 5 inches taller than him and probably about 20-30 pounds heavier? And he stuck in there pretty well. Earlier in the year, Ference went after (bigger guy) David Backes of the STL Blues for laying out elderman Mark Recchi, and then not too long ago Ference beat the absolute living daylight out of Adam Burish of the Stars during that heavymatch on Feb. 3rd - a fight that left Burish with several broken bones in his face [see video below]. Also recently, Ference took a lot of flak from two fellow former-Bruins alum, Don Cherry and Mike Millbury, for allegedly breaking an "unwritten rule" about not talking to the press about a teammate's physical play, referring to Paille's suspension-worthy check on Raymond Sawada. While I agree on the matter at hand, I really didn't see anything in this interview that suggested that Ference was "speaking out against" his teammate. In fact, in my mind, he was only trying to sympathize with Paille and relate to him in that situation, elaborating upon the difficulty of playing physical as a backchecking forward. Ference, you're ok in my book. Campbell, I'm still warming up to you...

Texas A&M - My New Haircut

So about two weeks ago, I bet my buddy Derek that I wouldn't cut my hair until I got a streak of 10 on ESPN's Streak for the Cash. I've only reached the 10 mark twice since the contest has been running (about 2 years now) so I figured it was quite the feat, but hey, I needed to get my Justin Bieber on for Friday's premiere of "Never Say Never" [Can I just say that I literally spit out my soda when I saw the trailer for this...I just, I just have no words for it. Sickening, maybe. C'mon America. Making a documentary of Justin Bieber is probably the lowest low this country has seen since the economy. Wait, isn't he Canadian?...] In any event, I somehow managed to rack up a streak of five over the weekend, and then methodologically mapped out my steps starting this week. I won't say all of my picks here, but just know that I called the BC BBall prop bet last night (BC 3-pointers vs. Clemson Win Margin). I knew it'd prob be a close loss for BC (as we've been accustomed to), yet I also knew for a fact that BC would take their usual 30-35 three-point attempts, making about 9 or 10 of them. And wouldn't you know... 9 three's, 8-point loss. Today, I was given a gift with a G'town vs. Syracuse prop (G'town 3's vs. 'Cuse Win Margin), taking the obvious Hoya side (I probably would've even picked them straight up - not because I like G'town, 'Cuse is just playing pretty bad these days). And then, I "accidentally" picked Texas A&M straight up against Colorado on the road. It's not a bad pick, looking at the records and RPI. But I REALLY wanted to take Duke: Single-Digit Win or Loss vs. UNC, who has been playing lights-out lately. But nope, I forgot to change it before the deadline passed as I was stuck with the Aggies. Thank the Lord for ESPN3.com so I could watch probably one of the most miserably agonizing games I've seen in a while. It was like someone told the Aggies I'd have to Bieber for the rest of my life if they blew the game. At one point, A&M turned a 1-point lead into a 6-point deficit - ALL IN ONE PLAY - because Freshman Roberson dropped an elbow to a players chest after the whistle. The player was granted 4 FT's and the Buffaloes got the ball back, in which they promptly nailed a three-pointer. I almost shut the computer off and put the clippers away. And then, as if the Basketball gods descended upon that arena in suburban Colorado, BJ Holmes did his best Acie Law IV impression and sunk a Jimmer Fredette-range treyball with 1 second on the clock to tie the game. I've never cheered so hard for A&M...well maybe since the Acie Law IV days. Aggies took care of business in OT and I'll take care of Bieber tomorrow. No really, that girly little muffinmuncher is going down...Enough is enough.

Other great games tonight:

- Rutgers beat #10 ranked Villanova 77-76 after being down by a baker's dozen late in the game and hitting a quasi-buzzer-beating threeball, a la Texas A&M. Instead of rushing the court, Rutgers fans rushed to the nearest White Castle and then rolled around in the landfill that is NJ for an hour as a celebration.

- BYU Jimmer Fredette's beat Air Force 90-52. No surprise there, the kid drops bombs. You see what I did there? Bombs. Because it's the Air F....no? Ok, we'll let that one slide.

- Cleveland Cavaliers lost their 26th game in a row. Apparently playing with 5 cardboard cutouts of LeBron James doesn't quite match 1 real LeBron James. Time for Plan B. Actually, 26 losses? It's really like Plan Z then. Hurry up and win Cleveland, you're running out of letters...

That's all. I'm sick. And tired. But not necessarily sick and tired.

Album of the week - The Decemberists "The King is Dead"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoa5AL6VFk0

Weekend Recap: Hey Now, You're an All-Star

Things we learned this weekend:

1. All-star games can be fun!

Just take a look at the NHL. The league switched it up this year and instead of doing the usual "East vs. West" match-up, they decided to have a fantasy-type, school-yard-esque draft. I won't lie, I wasn't a big fan of the idea when they announced it. I thought it was just a silly idea to try to spark interest in a game that really doesn't matter. And then I realized that that's exactly what they were trying to do, and well...can you blame them? Gary Bettman, historically, hasn't ever really been the greatest model of marketing in the business and the league annually tries to keep it's proverbial head above water in the this nation's ocean of relevancy. I myself will watch professional hockey until the day I die, so no worries there. And no one really needs to worry about Canada losing interest in the sport any time soon. But as for the general American public, hockey comes in a distant fourth to Football, Baseball and Basketball (and in actuality, it's a

distant fifth if you consider NASCAR, which I heard somewhere along the line is first in terms of ratings? Sad, but true.) Well, after all is said and done, I think the NHL's

move this year was quite the success. It was no jackpot in my opinion, but it definitely made it more interesting to watch (Especially knowing that two players on the same team regularly - such as Zdeno Chara and Tim Thomas - would be playing against each other...or finally splitting up the Sedin twins, for that matter.) Not only that, but the skills competition on Saturday night was pretty entertaining too. I think it was really the first time I watched all (ok, most) of the skills comp, and I did enjoy it. Overall, I give the NHL a B+ this year for the All-Star game.

[Side note: Has anyone checked Jeff Skinner's (see photo) birth certificate? Like this kid has to be no older than 12 years old, right? Every time they cut to him this weekend, I thought someone had switched the station to Nickelodeon. Like honestly, this kid makes Danny Woodhead look like Bob Barker.]

2. All-Star games can be not fun...(still)

The NFL should just get rid of the ProBowl. I really can't see it getting any better. And it's pretty bad. It's actually amazing how many people I've heard completely shit on the ProBowl (for lack of a better phrase) - and it's just about everyone I've talked to. People don't like it, and I think the NFL knows that. The league spends very little to no money promoting the actual game, knowing that people won't watch it anyway, so why bother? Now that I think about it, I don't think they should get rid of it. Every sport needs an all-star break or game of some sort. But football is just so awkward. The season is too short to have it in the middle of season and players would never play with the fear of getting hurt mid-season anyway - chances are a lot of the players would rather have a second bye-week to rest than have to play an extra week. So what do you do? The league has already moved the game to the week before the Super Bowl, rather

than having it the week after. Good move, other than the fact that you'll never

see a Super Bowl contending player in that game now.

The NFL has tried to move the game to mainland USA (in 2010), rather than the Hawai'i site they've used since 1980. Bad move, keep

it in Hawai'i. It gives the players a little vacation/reason to actually go to the ProBowl, and it keeps the god-awful game as far away as possible from here. It is kind of cool seeing all my fantasy football stars in one place at one time, but really, there's just something about Brandon Merriweather and Darelle Revis joking around together in the same secondary that just bugs me...Oh yeah, and seeing Bill Belichick wearing a lei and a visor makes me want to throw up in my mouth. Talk about everything I thought I knew about the man crashing down in front of my eyes (although, he did look very uncomfortable in the attire). Overall NFL all-star grade: C-, per usual.

3. Antonio Cromartie needs to go away.

Sorry, JP, I have to rip the Jets just once more...Antonio Cromartie, go away. Stop whining and crying and threatening everyone in the league. Yeah, we get it, you don't want a lockout. No one does. You want to play next year, I get that. I want to see you (well, not you, per se) play. But how about getting stuff done productively instead of looking to pick a fight with everyone? For those who don't know, I'm referring to this article posted on ESPN.com later last week, where Cromartie threatened to "smash Matt Hasselbeck's face in" after Hasselbeck tweeted about Cromartie's recent comments. Really, Cromartie? You're going to smash his face in? Real professional. This was just like the time you called Tom Brady an "a--hole" after Wes Welker made quirky innuendos about Rex Ryan's foot fetish. It's funny how much trash talking you do through the fact that you can't take the trash talk yourself. And it's not even trash talk, it's just a little joke that most people would laugh off, accept or ignore. But no, Cromartie, you took the violent/threatening road. Someone says something you don't like and you get all defensive like a whiny little kid. Which is ironic, because you have 7 of them with 6 different women. Go away.

4. Never leave me and Biggz alone in your apartment while you go to the store...not even for 5 minutes.

So while Sasha was out running a few errands on Newbury, we decided to play "Easter-TP Hunt" in his bathroom. Can you count the number of rolls hidden in the picture below?

5. There's a difference between a "number 3" on hair clippers and a "number 3" on facial hair clippers.

Biggz found out the hard way.

[Side note: after this happened, I immediately thought of that scene in "My Best Friend's Girl" when Jason Biggs' character accidentally shaves his eyebrow off. It basically played out the same way as the movie, with the same reaction and everything - but the strangest thing is the fact that this happened to Biggz. Biggs, Biggz...I couldn't make this stuff up. Absolutely perfect.]

[Side note to the side note: I actually enjoyed "My Best Friend's Girl". Going into it, it had all the makings to be a horrible flop - it was a cliche romantic comedy featuring the quintessential RomCom superstar Kate Hudson and the sell-out stand-up-comic-turned-annoyingly-likable-romcom-protagonist Dane Cook. Although, I don't blame Mr. Cook for "Employee of the Month." Jessica Simpson's horrendous acting ruined everything about that movie. But I'd have to say, MBFG was one of the better RomComs I've seen in a while. The way it opens with Dane Cook recklessly "tanking" the date is genius and the wedding scene later on is pretty good too. But in all seriousness, my favorite part about that movie by FAR is the comedic acting ability of Alec Baldwin. He nailed the part of Dane Cook's chauvinistic and relentlessly obscene father and the scene when he's in his office with Dane and his secretary (also, continued here) is purely phenomenal. It really makes me want to get more into 30Rock.]

Good weekend. Overall: B. Which is the combined grade of me and Biggz' attractiveness level, apparently.

Is Alexandr Dolgopolov and That Ugly Chick from 50 First Dates the Same Person?

Happy Australia Day everybody.

(Props to Sabertooth for calling this...)