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Before we move on, we want to send out a hearty verbungle.com welcome to a New Discreet Reader (NDR), Dave C. from Detroit. One of the most rare and delightful of species, the NDR is defined as anybody who reads this site who I don't know personally. If you've ever hoisted an Old Style with me, you aren't an NDR. If you've thrown me a bounce pass only to watch in frustration as it rolled off my fingertips, you're not an NDR. If you've ever slipped me the creeper, not only aren't you an NDR but I'd appreciate you keeping it under your hat. Finally, if you've ever stabbed me in the face with a broken bottle while your buddy held me down on the floor of a Brooklyn nightclub, you aren't an NDR and I'd appreciate a long-overdue admission of guilt and/or apology. But as far as we know, Dave C. is an NDR, and he has also piped in with a nice contribution right off the bat, a review of Hans Bungle's childhood hero Steve Kemp. In my heart, I'd like to disagree with his assessment, but in my head I know he's right on target. Thanks for the input Dave, and welcome. Get comfortable, make yourself at home, and help yourself to a nice hot bowl of our complimentary HTML. One thing I've been proud of during this January-February transition week is the outstanding job I've done in avoiding Super Bowl hype. Although I guess I am vaguely aware of the usual fabricated plot-lines: Patriots going for the dynasty, T.O.'s uncertain playing status, Tom Brady's certain annoying status, the Eagles looking for their first Super Bowl win, McNabb trying to become the 2nd African-American QB to win it all, Belichick's "genius", etc. And that's all stuff I've heard despite the fact that I haven't watched ESPN all week and I've been making a conscious effort not to give a shit about this game until it's absolutely necessary to do so. That said, it'd be lovely if the Eagles win. But I really don't care. In fact, here is a mini-list for you (not to be confused with today's new actual list): Things I care about more than this year's Super Bowl:* -The Iraqi elections In fact, the only things I care less about than the Super Bowl are the Knicks and Yankees. Perhaps my passion as a sports fan is dwindling. On to the games, which are really the reason you come here. Guys like Sita can barely be bothered with the rest of this bullshit site, including the rules for the games, so frenzied is he for a victory in the stumpah game. He did make it clear that he wants no sympathy in the stumpah, blaming his struggles with the 12 noon rule on his own internal clock: "When left to my own devices, I crash at 3:30 or 4 and wake at 10 or so (if I'm lucky)." Friend, you and I must have bought our internal clocks at the same store. The Weber's on Broadway between 71st and 72nd, right? I thought so. Anyway, because I respect and share your odd sleeping patterns, I may work out a solution for the next round of shtumpage. But for the remainder of round 1, we will continue with the noon start time for accepting answers. Same for all the games. Today we've got: Enjoy; no answers before noon eastern, please. VH1 Classic-inspired trivia question of the day: How many drinks does George Thorogood drink in the "I drink alone" video? You can answer this one whenevah. * In addition to all the things I care most about, like my
family and all that crap What a crew! I'm thinking Sir Mix-a-lot is gonna handle the vocals for Alice in Chains in addition to his own set. |
