Friday Afternoon Linkin Park

/Insert reference to how terrible Linkin Park are and how your opinion of anyone who listens to them drastically diminishes the moment you learn that they listen to them.

Base Balls: Round, Beautiful Base Balls

As I’ve mentioned on this site before, I’m really into the whole sex with girls thing. That’s why I checked out Anna Benson’s interview with Bugs & Cranks.

However, about two questions deep, I started to question why on earth I would waste my time on what she has to say when there’s absolutely no chance it’s going to get me into grappler’s school with her.

Calm, Couture, Collected

Speaking of grappling, there’s a UFC card on Saturday night that actually looks half decent. If you’re a betting man, or as I like to say, a man, I’d take the favourite George St. Pierre to avenge his upset to Matt Serra by crushing the talented Josh Koscheck.

I’d also take advantage of Randy Couture’s underdog status and pick the champion to beat Gabriel Gonzaga. Couture’s ground and pound style has had trouble against large jiu-jitsu guys in the past, but and older, wiser Couture isn’t about to get caught while he’s in half guard, as is Gonzaga’s style.

Bride On The Run

I don’t know how many times this season the Jays have had some sad sack propose to his future wife on Jays Vision. It’s unromantic, annoying and always involves two obvious cases of lowered expectations.

I mean, a baseball game is good for a lot of things, but a marriage proposal isn’t one of them. That is to say, unless the proposal is turned down with fireworks in front of 30,000 booing fans.

I Don’t BeLeaf This

We at DJF always have our fingers on the pulse of pop culture. As such, it’s with great pleasure that I link you to news of the shittiest idea for a movie since Wild Wild West was greenlit.

I really have no idea what the most depressing aspect of this film would be: i) the downward spiral of Mike Myers’ career path; ii) Justin Timberlake’s desperation to make it in Hollywood; or iii) the NHL’s willingness to embarrass itself worse than a star of that show where the former celebrities all live in the same house together.

Closing

Finally, the Jays are out of town this weekend, so there really is no excuse to not visit the CNE. It’s pretty much the only place I’ve ever been where there’s an equal ratio of pedophiles to children within a kilometer radius. And those darn snow cones taste so good.