Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Commence Operation "Mascot Countdown"

Sometimes I look at this blog project as a hugely daunting task. I am charged with finding stuff that not only appeals to my humorous side, but hopefully find a way to spin it or make it work for others as well. I wonder how stand-up comedians do it - you know, beat the pavement, rack their brains, find material in life every single day. It's tough, it truly is.

However, back in the 90's I spent some time compiling various lists of dislikes and posting them on my AIM away messages - these ranged from the worst bands of that year to the worst TV sitcoms of all time. However, since I was the creator them there were always two rules:

1) I am always right.
2) If you have any opinions/questions/disagreements/arguments/counterpoints, see Rule #1.

Soooooo (old man voice: get to the fucking point already!) I have decided that my almost narcotic-like addiction to college sports and my constant traveling of college campuses has led me to be able to write about one thing that I can truly a) fall behind with unabashed candor and knowledge and 2) allow me to constantly post every couple days. It's genius! Honestly, it's like the invention of the double-sided dildo - both parties are equally pleased.

I will spend the next period of days nay, WEEKS, counting down what I believe are the 30 Worst Mascots in all of college sports. Plenty of bloggers have attempted this already and some have had decent attempts at it. I, however, bring a level of panache and gusto to it unseen in the world of unfunny sports writers and un-sports worthy comics. I fall right in the middle. I'm a cynic and I know my ballgames. Boom goes the dynamite!

You may, in the course of this little adventure, see a school that is familiar to you OR one that you or a loved one may attend/have attended. If this is the case..SUCKS for you. Some of these schools are top-tier, mainstream institutions, prominently showcasing their mascots on "Capital One Mascot Challenges" and others are about as a cool as a fart in a spacesuit. Trust me, I spent hours doing far more research than any bloggist (or is it blogger?) has done before me. I am the Spartanburg Methodist College mascot of my genre (get it, Pioneer). And yes people, you will have to suffer through awful puns and mascot-humor, a niche solely created by me. I am also going to attempt to interview a former college mascot and get his take on what it was like to be the man inside a giant furry head.

So before I start my list of "Who should be thankful they just missed the cut," I wanted to offer some criteria on how I made up my list. Overall, I took into account a few things that worked against each of these school:

1) The overall look of the physical embodiment of the mascot. How was the character represented in real life? What is its outfit and shtick?
2) The name or nickname of the team? For example, I chose to leave UC Santa Cruz "Banana Slugs" off the list because in my opinion it is unique and kinda cool. Sure, its also weird and off-putting, but the school did well in marketing it right and creating a very likable approach to the character. However, other schools have BLOWN this area and led to their inclusion on my list.
3) The mascot logo on paper. Some schools don't have the budget to afford a costumed crusader (NOT sending my kids there) and so a 2-D fighting' representation is all we have to work with.
4) The school itself and its need for a mascot. You will see PLENTY of these.
5) The prominence and rich history of athletics at the school. HA.

This list will begin will begin with the "be thankful" souls below and count backwards from number 30 to number one. There will tears, laughs, lobotomies, appendectomies, ice cream sundays and time spent huddled around the warm glow of your computer screen with your family, slapping knees and sending genuine warm embraces for how much this blog means to the social fabric of your lives. So, without further ado I present...



Just Missed my List...




School: Western Kentucky University
Nickname: Hilltoppers
Mascot: Big Red

Big Red is one of the most popular mascots in the universe and has made countless appearances on ESPN commercials as well as his never-ending reign as a Capital One mascot participant. I will agree that he has sort of a fat-kid appeal, running around like a gelatinous hairy blob, bouncing and shaking all over. I also wonder if he is a natural redhead.

Overall, his popularity and sometimes silly gimmicks kept him out of the top 30. WKU is still a God-awful school, in a shitty town (Bowling Green, KY) and the Hilltopper is one of the worst nicknames in all of intercollegiate athletics. I got it: let's make our other official logo a hand waiving a red towel. A little less moonshine and a little more Northern marketing could go a looong way folks.



School: Syracuse University
Nickname: Orange
Mascot: Otto

I've been to Syracuse a number of times and overall it is not a cool place (sorry if you read this Susan). It's constantly cold, the campus is on a huge hill and the city itself is a crack-infested wasteland of crime and despair. Also, it's full of NYC kids who can be rude and egotistical to say the least. I do, however, respect their ability to pull decent athletes and for their ability to compete in the Big East. What I don't respect is the fact that the school changed its name from the "Orangemen" to the "Orange" to appease political activists and to include women's rights. REALLY? Women were so opposed to being an Orangeman that they picketed? This isn't suffrage people, it's a school name. Either way, you got what you wished: a nickname that is a color, a fruity mascot and the same dank, desolate, isolated campus where a sharp bottle to the kidney is more likely than a sunny day.



School: Stanford University
Nickname: Cardinal
Mascot: This tree thing

Ahhh Stanford. Top five academic institution, the US's largest collegiate endowment ($12 billion. Suck it Harvard), a picturesque campus, a sports program that has at least one national championship each of the last 16 years (record) and a laundry list of alumni. What do you do with all that brainpower, money and clout? You commission a group of blind 6 year-old Korean children to sew a giant weed bud. Also, your school name is a color and not a bird. Only in California does this seem normal.




School: South Dakota State
Nickname: Jackrabbits
Mascot: Jack Rabbit

Naming your mascot after the name of your mascot? Genius! What's smarter than that? Putting a campus in Billings, SD and expecting kids not to drink away their boredom. If any kids with sub par SAT scores looking to develop heavy dependencies on narcotics and alcohol are looking for a place to continue down the road to a career at a drive-through window, look no further.



School: Youngstown State University
Nickname: Penguins
Mascot: Pete the Penguin and his "lady of the evening"

Nothing says pure terror like Youngstown, OH. Being that I am from NE Ohio myself, this place is legendary. The old rule of thumb for traveling through Y-Town is simply this: Don't stop at stoplights or stop signs unless you want to be robbed. Seriously.

For years, Youngstown had the highest murder rate of any US city. This place makes Detroit look like Dubai. And what should I do if I am a suburban parent looking to send my son or daughter off to get a college degree? Load them with credit cards and nice clothes and send them to their slaughter. YSU was the starting spot of Jim "The Vest" Tressel and a DII football powerhouse for years. It only naturally makes sense that they chose the Penguin, the indigenous animal of NE Ohio as their mascot. Brilliant. Clad them in vests that a Polish grandmother sewed to get her family of 15 through the tough Ohio winters 55 years ago and give one the eyebrows of Eugene Levi and you have a recipe for menace and fear. You should just give them stolen semi-automatics, a bag of non-sequential, unmarked bills, matching grape-flavored chewy blunts and airbrushed Air Force Ones. I hope that all my YSU alumni friends have kept their computer from being stolen long enough to read this.



School: University of Tennesee, Chattanooga
Nickname: Mocs
Mascot: Scrappy

This is taken straight from the UT at C Wikipedia entry:

"The school's athletic teams are called the Mocs. The teams were nicknamed Moccasins until 1996. (The origin of the name is uncertain; however, Moccasin Bend is a large horseshoe-shaped bend in the Tennessee River directly below Lookout Mountain.)

The mascot has taken on four distinct forms, with a water moccasin being the mascot in the 1920s, and then a moccasin shoe (known as "The Shoe") was actually used as the school's mascot at times in the 1960s and 1970s. From the 1970s until 1996, the mascot was Chief Moccanooga, an exaggerated Cherokee tribesman.

In 1996, due to concerns over ethnic sensitivity,[6] the Moccasins name and image were dropped in favor of the shortened "Mocs" and an anthropomorphized mockingbird named "Scrappy" dressed as a railroad engineer. The school's main athletic logo features Scrappy riding a train (a reference to Chattanooga's history as a major railroad hub and to the song "Chattanooga Choo Choo"). The mascot takes its name from former football coach A.C. "Scrappy" Moore."

So what you are telling me is that your team was named after a river, a shoe, a snake, an Indian Chief...and you decided that the best course of action was to name it after a giant chicken wearing a chefs hat riding a locomotive and taking blasts of coal exhaust to his face? I'll take Indian insensitivity and toughness over KFC any day.



School: Northern Arizona University
Nickname: Lumberjacks
Mascot: Louie the Lumberjack

Flagstaff, AZ is a pretty cool place. It's nestled in the mountains, provides great skiing opportunities, and is a tremendous getaway from the barren, grass less city of Phoenix. What people don't tell you is that the campus of NAU is situated directly between three sprawling cemeteries and has numerous effigies of giant, bearded shirtless men all over it. The mascot is essentially the incestuous, chromosome-deficient younger brother of the Brawney Paper Towel guy. He looks more like the fat, axe-wielding Dwarf Gimli from Lord of the Rings than he does a lumbering woodsman. Also, to make him even more intimidating, they dress him in MC Hammer pants and Ugg boots and arm him with a stuffed, cartoonish axe. This guy looks more like a truck-stop rest patron or a homeless man than some iconic figure that a school could rally behind.



School: Ohio Wesleyan University
Nickname: Battling Bishops
Mascot: Giant Child Molester

Why does Ohio do this to me? Honest to God this is a REAL college mascot. I mean seriously, look at this picture. Creepy, pedophile smile? Check. Innocent, "I won't tell mommy" children to feed on? Check. Parent who apparently lets her kids stay at Neverland as well? Check. What this picture doesn't include is the mascot's tear away, easy access pants, stash of "pills for fun, well-behaved boys" and key to his Econolodge room full of Transformer toys and ether. This, people, is why I am a conflicted Catholic.



School: Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology
Nickname: Fighting Engineers
Mascot: Rosie the Elephant

Located in Terre Haute, IN (widely known as one of the top meth-producing cities in America) this "party school" (joke) is widely considered one of the top engineering schools in the US (serious). What kind of student goes here? Guys that cut their underpants in high school to avoid epic wedgies and girls who have a lifetime subscription to ProActiv and Haagen-Dazs. They should just call this place "E-Harmonyland." Nothing says "be scared of us" than a tuxedo-shoe wearing, disproportionate elephant mascot with a club hand that is the iconic symbol of "the Fighting Engineers." Hopefully these nerds don't rise up and stab me to death with their protractors for writing this.



School: Long Beach State
Nickname: 49'ers/Dirtbags
Mascot: Prospector Pete

Nothing says quality education like a school located in the LBC (sing it Nate Dogg). While the schools official nickname is the 49'ers (named for the gold teeth and chains you will find there) the unofficial mascot is...the Dirtbag? Seems fitting. In order to capture that glory, the apparently commissioned a drunk, 1940's cartoonist to pen this depiction of a stubbly-armed, checker-clothed wearing, neckerchief sporting Bear. Notice the salmon pink shirt and douchey gold belt buckle with the letter "C" on it. What does that stand for? Chotch?



School: Missouri University of Science and Technology
Nickname: Miners
Mascot: Joe Miner

As the caption reads, "schedule your campus visit today!" Come to a school that took 10 years to decide on what to call their school, where our students are all athletes who weren't smart enough to play in DI and where our mascot carries a pix axe, shovel and...slide rule! Wahhh, wahhh wahahahahhhh. Note: a sliderule is used primarily for division and multiplication, BUT can also be used for roots, logarithms and trigonometry! Yeeehaw! Let's use it to multiply how many athletes have come out of the school (x) the number of awesome things that have come out of this school (x) the media attention this school gets (x) if anyone knows where this is and...who cares.



School: San Francisco University
Nickname: The Dons
Mascot: Don

Ahh, Zorro's grandfather. Glad to see Zorro's grand-mama let you out of tending to your tomato plants and community shuffleboard league long enough to emblazon your likeness on a University that allows Eddie Sutton to stumble pathetically drunk on the sidelines. If this logo was Antonio Bandares awesome then it wouldn't even crack this list. However, your butterknife sword and "I'm about to do something so bad it ends up on the news" face really put you over the edge. I think you would have been better going with this Don, this one, or this one.


As you can see, these were "worthy" contenders. However, if this list enthralled you then stay tuned as I continue ranting about the 30 Worst Collegiate Mascots in the world! Comment/share/rant back and enjoy!

Until next time...Seeyah!

What I am laughing at right now: The top 60 Ghetto names. Great stuff!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Jorts and the Iowa State Fair

Today was a super busy day as I started my work in Ames, Iowa. The town itself is quaint enough, offering most amenities that anyone would need - this however, does not include a Macy's. I feel almost like I am on another planet when there is not one of those stores in this entire STATE. Honestly? This is my only choice and trust me, it's about as ghetto as it gets.

So, in order to reach out and really experience all that Iowa has to offer, I made my way to the Iowa State fair this weekend. I guess I was expecting to see some outrageous things, but nothing prepared me for the endless amounts of fatties and jorts I would behold. On a side note: Iowa has a jorts pandemic - cargo, carpenter, cutoff, homemade, store-bought, Daisey Pukes, Huck Finn-ish, acid washed...you name em and people sport em. I feel like I am in 1995. I can only imagine that they will finally get hold of Von Dutch and Ed Hardy (worth clicking on) in roughly 2025.


Back up off holmes.


The Iowa State Fair


So with all of that being said, I want you to sit back and enjoy this collection of priceless photographs taken at the Iowa State Fair.



This is a crystal skull filled with Vodka. Obviously a Russian cadaver.


This has got to be the most unflattering characiture ever done. She has NO idea what is coming.


The standard muffin-top jort.


Soo...are we still talking beer?


This is the state sponsored fat-back, baby-making tent.


Apparently there is more to it than just using a shovel.


Look at the buns on that one! Yea, he must not work out.


Cher's twin rooster.


An actual best of show for goats. No, seriously.


After you have your fill of hot beef sundae, try the hot dog pie and cow heart cake.


George Washington's duck. It has a wooden beak.


I couldn't tell if this was the cowgirl or the bull.


Home of the Iowa Beefcake.



Not even willing to try this.



Shaved top with a full mullet back. This is the first thing I saw at the TICKET BOOTH.


Overall, this place was a goddamn zoo. I wandered around for hours in a walking coma brought on by deep fried Snickers bars, cheese on a stick and Jovan Musk. In the end I came to two very real conclusions:

1) Best part of the Fair: a FREE Matt Nathanson concert. The man is an absolute bad-ass
2) Worst part of the Fair: everything else


After all of it, I realized that while the Iowa State Fair was a calamity of human life, it still wasn't as great as last year's journey to the North Carolina State Fair - or, as some call it, the Seventh Circle of Hell.

Until next time...Seeyah!


What I am laughing at right now: This is one of my all-time favorites that I just rediscovered it and continue to laugh. The kid in the video is sooo great, but the cackling of the mom in the face of the child's imminent peril is outstanding. The video was taking hours to upload so here is the youtube link - checks it out!


Thursday, August 20, 2009

Back on the Wagon

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Big girls need lovin' too

I feel guilty for openly saying this: I am really addicted to shitty reality dating shows. And when I say addicted, I mean I am absolutely consumed with "coming up next week" and gossiping with my co-workers about the drama that shall ensue. Honestly, I cry in the shower afterwards because I feel so awful for having enjoyed it.

It's come to the pathetic point where these terribly guilty pleasures are marked on my calendar and they provide notification reminders to call all of my roommates to gather and chuckle at these sad people's misfortunes. It is no secret that I love the exploitation of the average American seeking stardom; and honestly if they (meaning the contestants) signed up for it willingly, then I have been given the Golden Ticket to laugh, and judge them openly. After all, they wanted it that way. No one just accidentally signs a 50 pa
ge waiver and bio and then has the right to say "I didn't know they were going to show me like that!?!"




At the very top of the list of the greatest reality dating shows on TV right now has got to be More to Love. This complete mess of a series (of course, televised on FOX) centers around Luke Conley, a large and lovable ex-football player who is in search of his perfect woman. The show follows an almost identical premise as The
Bachelor except for one catch: each girl on the show is what is reffered to as a BBW - for those of you who have never accidentally stumbled across this awful part of a porn site, this means a Big, Beautiful Woman. The "smallest" of these ladies tips the scale at around 170 ("she got fat after high school, she didn't know what it was like to be fat growing up" - one of the other contestants) while the largest was in the 270's. I can only think of a couple famous women that enjoy Jack-in-the-Box at 3am more than this herd:



Below is a list of the show's female contestants and each of their "stats" so to speak. This reads less like a dating show cast and more like a list of professional female bowlers and the averages they carry:



Now don't get me wrong; I have nothing against big women or bigger people. I, myself, am known to carry around some winter warmth, yearround. HOWEVER, it is the actions and reactions of these women that are truly unbelieveable. Since most have never been on actual dates, they resort to spilling each detail of their lives almost instantaneously and at times Luke functions more as Dr. Phil than Dr. Single. (although I imagine most girls wish he was Dr. Pepper).



They met on FoodHarmony.com

There are just so many great aspects about this show. In order to fully understand the trainwrecks that are vieing for one man's love, you need to feast your eyes the casting call video posted online. Each episode is packed full of women weeping into the confessional camera, crying on topics ranging from men not liking them to not having prom to being jealous of the other girls. It happens so often and so regularly that I believe John Daly has started betting on it. Overall, the dates are awful, the women are complete wrecks and the show itself is a hilarious mess. It's hard to watch these women blame their dating misfortunes on their weight; in actuality, they aren't finding the man of their dreams because they are whining, caddy, angry, malicious, crazy bitches.

If you haven't taken any time to watch More to Love (or as i call it, the Andrew Feel Better About Myself Hour) PLEASE do yourself a favor and watch. You can follow this link to access the episodes and catch up each Tuesday night at 9 p.m. to see how their rolls unfold (haha). Overall, this is as good as reality TV gets.


What I am laughing at right now: In my post from Monday I referenced how good Northeast Ohio looked after all the positive coverage this past weekend. The following ACTUAL NEWSCAST from Cleveland Fox (do you see a shitty TV trend here?) affiliate WJW Channel 8 News is truly re-cockulous. Apparently, Cleveland is now known for it's high murder and unemployment rates and man-eating cardboard bears.


Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Bro, You're a God Among Bros

Courtesy of Zach Caldwell via Chris Leithe: Enjoy this one!!!

You know you're one of my top bros, bro, because you got my back. And I got yours. You're my bro. But you went above and beyond the other night, bromaldehyde. You really did. Saving me that seat at the Velvet Revolver show, even though all those other bros were trying to get up front, bro? So clutch.

You are truly a god among bros.

Just when I think you're as solid as a bro can get, you raise the very definition of brodom to new heights. You're like a brogle, soaring to the farthest reaches of the atbrosphere. Seriously. If it weren't for you and your extreme brobility to hook a bro up when it is most croosh, I'd have been stuck in some bitch-ass seat, cramped all in the corner with a bunch of bitch-asses, bro. But you stepped up. You brovercame all obstacles to help a bro out. This is the kind of shit that makes bros for life.

Brody, I was so stoked when you told Gina to go eat a fat one after she asked if she could have your other ticket, even though you knew you could probably get a pretty deese HJ from her. Bros before hos, bro. That's what I'm talking about.

You are the king of all bros. Brotankhamen. You are the Ayatollah Bromeini. You are Broseidon, lord of the brocean.

But this is just one of many times you've fallen on a grenade for me, brozo. Who took the blame when I broke Skeeter's bong and fucking Skeeter was all fucking pissed? You, bro. Who was the first to bro up and carry that fucking keg of Killian's up four flights of stairs for Duke's surprise party? You, bro. Who was the only Bromo sapien on the planet to tell me he thought the brand-new rims on my F-350 were the shit even though everyone else was all, like, fucking not that excited about them? Bro, you know it was you. You're my broheim supremo, bro, and don't you ever forget it.

I'm so fucking glad we're bros, bro!

I've long admired your absolute broficiency in all things bro-related, and the way you've always carried yourself in a brofessional manner. I consider you a brole model. When I was new in this town, you took me under your wing and showed me the bropes. And I will always preesh that. Not only did you school me in proper brotocol, but you were a spiritual leader, a confidant, and, more importantly, a bro. You taught me how to be true to my inner bro and to bros around me. You are a real bro. Not a fake bro, like those other douches. I hate fake bros, bro. Faux breaux. Fuck that. No, really, bro…you're practically a bro-ther to me.

Look at you, blasting in like Rambro and firing off your launcher like nobrody's business, bro. Serious Brotosaurus Rex action. Brodius Maximus. I'm not big on labels, but you, more than any of the wiggers, bitches, goth chicks, dorks, homos, or Mexicans I know, are absolutely beyond rebroach.

In fact, your brotitude is so brossential that, in many ways, you are the ultimate brototype: You sprung out of the brotean ooze at the very broment of creation, unformed, unmolded, and became the ultimate bro, more powerful than any who came brofore. I don't fear your power, bro, but I respect it. And I will always brobey it.

Brosemite Sam. Potassium Bromide. Brobi Wan Kenobi. Brover Norquist.

Like Broseph Stalin, you are leading the way to the dictatorship of the broletariate. It is truly revbrolutionary. Like the Bro v. Wade of our generation. You brobliterate the enemy from the very peak of Mt. Brolympus. That's some shit. That's brolific. But that's the kind of bro you are.

Bro-S.A.! Bro-S.A.! I'm so pumped right now! Bro-S.A.!

You are the epitome of bro, in every brossible way, and that's the Bro's honest truth, bro. I may have a bropensity for broverstatement, but this no mere hyperbrole: You are 100 brocent, absbrolutely the broest. Brotally.

I wish I had the words to describe what a good friend you are, dude.


What I am laughing at right now: Everything Jon Lajoie touches is solid gold. No matter how many times I watch this I always laugh - and it reminds me that someone out there has a bad back and a pet cat as well.




Until next time...Seeyah!

Monday, August 10, 2009

All of the ladies love some CAK

This weekend was a great one for the world of sports. Why? Because for 72 beautiful hours all of America is transfixed on Akron/Canton, Ohio. The Bridgestone Tournament (held at the unbelievable Firestone Country Club) certainly not the centerpiece of the weekend, saw Tiger Brown capture his 70th victory on the PGA tour. But wait, Tiger Brown? Don't you mean Woods? Yes, technically they are the same person; I, however, chose to change his last name to Brown. Why you ask? Well because Tiger, like James, Bobby and Chris Brown, beats the shit out of everyone around him. It's only fitting.




The "other thing that happened this weekend" in Canton was, of course, the Pro Football HOF inductions, parade, rib burnoff and any other public excuses for Ohioans to be shirtless outside. I love my hometown and fellow brethren, but no other group of people in this world (except for those unfortunate souls who don't OWN shirts) are shirtless more often that Ohio residents. It's both awesome and gross and sometimes awesomely gross.



Advertise your small business on his back. Call now!

Even though I spent most of my weekend enjoying the beautiful weather, I was still able to catch glimpes of Canton on the tube. Although downtown Canton (and for the record because I am fair, parts of Akron) is absolutely terrifying, it's nice to see the city get its due for one of the best claim to fames in all of the world. It's definitely better than a small Chinese city who erected (pun intented) the largest penis in the world.



"Horry morry! Dat iz a rarge peenerse!"

Overall today, I am feeling the pressure of work, of moving and just the sheer amount of stuff I have to take care of in the next 3 days. Couple that with my car breaking and I am just a sad sap who loves to whine. Anyway, more better (yes, I said it) things to come later this week, including:




Who do I have a man crush on?




Manatee Week on Fox beats Shark week ratings! and...




My new fun game: Does it pee standing up or sitting down!



Until then....Seeyah!

What I'm laughing at right now: This video is a compilation of different people with hilarious laughs - the catch is they all Skype each other and laugh at the other ones laughing. The grandpa (from Dad at the Comedy Barn fame) is HYSTERICAL and so is the red headed kid with the Ipod earphones.