Archive for June 5th, 2007
Soccer, not a ‘real’ sport, gets even ‘unrealer’
From the crazy geniuses at Awful Announcing, I give you a game that can best be described as Foosball Set Free Upon the Wings of an Eagle.
But it’s not called that; it’s called Subbuteo. Which I’m going to presume translates to “Foosball Set Free Upon the Wings of an Eagle.”
As you can see from the video, the game is played with a little ball, a little field, and little soccer players with severe Weeble-Wobble tendencies. You may look at this game and think that’s it’s played mainly with the fingers. But you’d be dead wrong –
– this is a game that’s played by the heart. The fingers are an essential component, however.
Expect this game to take bars and bored hobbyists by storm in the coming months. Either that, or expect it to take the country by storm around the same time soccer does, which I’ve been told is anytime between 12 years ago to never ever.
AwfulAnnouncing: I Have No Idea What This Game Is, But I Want To Play
Subbuteo – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Me & LeBron: A competition in the key of life
I turn 23 years old today. I know it doesn’t sound very old, but it feels like a very significant change. At 22, you’re a college-aged male. You’re expected to drink way too much, watch way too much television, and spend more time playing NCAA Football 2006 than on personal hygiene and eating combined.
At 23, you’re generally at the age of a college graduate, one year into the harsh world of reality. You generally have a job at the bottom of the totem pole, live on a generally below-average salary, and find the transition from 18 credit hours a week to 45-hour weeks a bit jarring. No more impromptu Step by Step marathons for you, and be sure to hit the hay by eleven, you have a conference call tomorrow!
As I enter into the tumultuous minefield of responsibility that is Adulthood, I think it’s a good time to take stock of my life, see how I’m doing so far. So let’s compare myself to another young man just becoming a Man, and see how I stack up.
I’m six months older than LeBron James. Hopefully it doesn’t skew the results too much.
