I've had extended debates on whether or not Brett Favre should be inducted into the Hall of Fame. I understand he has the most touchdowns. (twirls finger in mock celebration) He also has the most interceptions and when you combine them with his fumbles, more turnovers than touchdowns. I'm trying to picture John Stockton going to the HOF with more turnovers than assists. Favre has one super bowl victory...so does Trent Dilfer. Favre has a clothing brand to his credit...so does Stephan Marbury. Farve texted a random woman a picture of his penis...ok i'll give him that one; I laughed heartily.
Anyway, it got me to thinking. What if they had a hall of fame for other professions outside of sports. Of course my mind immediately went to porn; then what the equivalent of a turnover would be. Would porn stars be inducted based on number of videos appeared in? Number of views total? Number of med school letters turned down to pursue this career? I think pretty much any profession would be better served if there were a HOF. The medical field most notably. That would be badass if there were a 'most lives saved' category or a 'best disease curing percentage.' I think that would open up quite a few merchandising opportunities. I can guarantee they would have at least one sale if they made a T-shirt of the best doctor in the world strangling a bacterium with his bare hands. This thought seems somehow incomplete. Any ideas on better professions?
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Would you date someone who.....
A friend of mine recently gave me the classic films "JCVD" and "Bloodsport" for Christmas. As I sat there, eyes wide with joy, like a 50 year old housewife as she scrolls through TV guide and finds a rerun of JAG, I noticed the bemused looks of several of my other friends from the cinema proletariat. It didn't bother me that much; my proclivities for Van Damme are well known in my friend circles. It did get me to thinking though. How important are favorite movies in relationships? Would you date someone who hated your top 5 favorite movies? Would you date someone who's top 5 favorite movies you hated? To put that first portion in perspective it's like when a nice girl you just met pulls you aside at the local SkateLand after noticing your incredible aptitude with the huge fuzzy dice and engages you in ribald discussion. She looks pretty good, i'll say somewhere between 7-9. Over the course of the exchange favorite films comes up. You offer up the classics: Dark Knight, Inception, Lord of the Rings, Godfather, and the Lion King. She pauses for a second, looks frantically for a trash receptical, and unleashes her last two meals with the fury of 10,000 volcanos.
She wipes her mouth off, drags herself back to the table and, too exhausted to leave, continues talking with you for awhile longer. She proffers up some classics of her own: Battlefield Earth, Final Destination 3, Gigli, Zombie Strippers, and Soul Plane. In response, for the first time of your life, you acquire the "rage boner" because words alone cannot express the fiery hell you desire to bring her to.
Both of you stare at each other over a pal of silence, the gentle offshoot of the fog machine floating gracefully across the ground. The silence persists and as you gaze into her face you realize that she really is an attractive woman. Simultaneously, she comes to the realization that you look great too especially considering your financial status. Both of you gradually lapse back into conversation and find that on all important subjects you are exactly the same: politics, sports, comedians, etc.
Two hours later you leave with her phone number and are left with the age old question, "Do I call her back?" I'll leave it up for comment, would you call this girl back?
She wipes her mouth off, drags herself back to the table and, too exhausted to leave, continues talking with you for awhile longer. She proffers up some classics of her own: Battlefield Earth, Final Destination 3, Gigli, Zombie Strippers, and Soul Plane. In response, for the first time of your life, you acquire the "rage boner" because words alone cannot express the fiery hell you desire to bring her to.
Both of you stare at each other over a pal of silence, the gentle offshoot of the fog machine floating gracefully across the ground. The silence persists and as you gaze into her face you realize that she really is an attractive woman. Simultaneously, she comes to the realization that you look great too especially considering your financial status. Both of you gradually lapse back into conversation and find that on all important subjects you are exactly the same: politics, sports, comedians, etc.
Two hours later you leave with her phone number and are left with the age old question, "Do I call her back?" I'll leave it up for comment, would you call this girl back?
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