Monday, August 30, 2021

Dabo Continues To *Maybe Be The Biggest Slimeball In CFB


Dabo Swinney’s metoric rise from happy-go-lucky back slapper to championship juggernaut has been nothing short of astonishing. But you know what they say about great power. 

Dabo’s SEC counterpart, Nick Saban is well known for dodging controversies by keeping his pressers strictly football related. Swinney however, has on more than one occasion let his mouth make the headlines. It appears that he’s more likely to lean into controversy than circumvent it. The two things people try not to talk about, religion and politics, seem to be his favorite subjects. Not to mention he threatened to leave football if the players were ever compensated (which he didn’t, coward). 

The latest theory surrounding Dabo’s sneaky scumbag approach involves backup quarterback, Taisun Phommachanh. 
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I have my biases as an Alabama alum, I’ll admit that. Of course, what I’m about to say next is all conjecture and not facts. However…

Dabo has been adamantly against the NCAA Transfer Portal. Like any coach, he doesn’t enjoy when his recruits leave his team. Unlike every other coach, he refuses to obtain potential players from the portal to further make his point. 

As a former 4 Star recruit, Taisun Phommachanh was a perfect candidate to enter the portal. With the emergence of DJ Uiagalelei, it seemed that Taisun wouldn’t get many reps under center. When he tore his achilles, Dabo found himself scrambling for a backup quarterback. Without the portal to turn to, Clemson was relying on two walk-ons should their star quarterback go down. 

It was rumored that Taisun was considering entering the portal. Penn State boards certainly considered the possibility. To go from “out for the season” to “ready for opener” seems remarkable, no? Dabo himself called him a miracle. Was it though Dabo? Was it? Or is it possible that Dabo purposely played up the injury of a 21 year old to scare other programs from taking a shot at him in the transfer portal? Without potential suitors lurking, Dabo retains his backup quartback without hypocritically abandoning his morals on the portal. 

It’s just a theory. A theory that makes a little too much sense, but a theory nevertheless. However, if it turns out to be true, that’s another sin under The Church Of Dabo. 

Thursday, August 26, 2021

There’s Only One Way To Fix The Mets


Let me be Frank, I don’t want the Mets to be fixed. As  a Yankee fan, my mouth waters when I see their inevitable annual downfall. Mets fans are the most fun to be friends with, besides maybe Jets fans. Luckily for us, they’re normally one in the same. From the fanbase that brought you 5 Aces, Conforto is going to run New York, “wait til Yo is healthy”, and Harvey Days, we are now in the Steve Cohen will buy everyone era. Mets fans fail to recognize the most obvious fact, the Mets are always going to Met. HOWEVER, there is a solution. 

There is only one cure for the New York Mets. And no, giving Javy Baez 200 million dollars isn’t the answer. Bad news is you have to entice someone out of retirement. Good news, you only need one man:
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Theo Epstein, the bane of my existence. What is the one bat signal that Theo can’t refuse? A good ol’ fashioned curse. If Mets fans were smart, they’d stop focusing so much on the Yankees and start spreading the narrative that the team is cursed. Get Theo’s juices flowing. If you’re unfamiliar with his work, Epstein was the youngest ever MLB GM at the ripe age of 28. Most notably, he is credited with ending baseball’s two most notorious curses: The Curse Of The Bambino- the Red Sox 86 year World Seires drought, and The Curse Of The Billy Goat- the Cubs 108 year drought. 

Now you might be thinking, the Mets aren’t THAT cursed, they won a title a mere 35 years ago. A sad justification, but I see your point. However you cannot deny the Mets have had many cursey like moments. Including but not limited to, the Royals singling them to death in 2015, Bernie Madeoff, Kenny Rogers walking in the winning run for the 1999 NLCS, Bobby Bonilla, Luis Castillo dropping that fly ball vs. the Yankees, poor David Wright, Syndergaard contracting hand, foot, and mouth disease, and my personal favorite, being up seven games on September 12th 2007 only to lose their last twelve of seventeen to miss the postseason. 

How relieving would that be to blame all your misfortune on the Baseball Gods? Edwin Diaz, deGrom’s injuries, Lindor’s struggles, not our fault, we’re cursed. Two birds, it’s a peace of mind and laying groundwork for your messiah. 

Of course though, since it is the Mets it probably won’t happen. Mets fans are drowning in misery at the moment but Sandy Alderson will make one signing in the off-season and they’ll immediately forget who they are. The fans will continue leading the league in spring parades. Mets will start fast in 2022 but die faster. But hey, look at the bright side, at least you guys got your cool black jerseys back. 

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

New Jersey Gambling Through The Years


For years New Jersey was synonymous with gambling. Between Atlantic City being Vegas’ only real counterpart and Tony Soprano breaking kneecaps on your TV screens, New Jersey came across as a bunch of degenerates. It couldn’t have looked great from the outside looking in. But whatever your assumed notion of NJ gambling was, it was much worse. 

People from New Jersey started gambling pretty much around the time of the country’s inception. The lottery system in New Jersey actually helped fund the military for the American Revolution and French-Indian War. Monmouth Racetrack in Oceanport has been running ponies since the 1830s, about 34 years before Nevada was even a state. 

But you can’t mention New Jersey gambling without Atlantic City. It’s a piece of shit, but it’s our piece of shit. It wasn’t always that way though. If you’ve seen Boardwalk Empire, you know what I’m talking about. Politician and racketeer Knucky Johnson, who the HBO series is based on, took AC into a Golden Age during the Prohibition. While shaking hands with the likes of Al Capone, Lucky Luciano, and Meyers Lansky, Knucky was able to build Atlantic City from the ground up on the back of booze and gambling. It got the nickname “The World’s Playground” and over a century later the city still abides by Knucky’s blueprint. This past June, Atlantic City casinos set the record for single month gambling revenue with over $345 million in winnings. 

But gambling in New Jersey was never mutually exclusive with Atlantic City and racetracks. Although there is a dark underbelly, a lot of it was out in the open. Your bookie was normally one of your bartenders. I used to walk into our local breakfast joint with my dad as a kid and the old men smoking cigars in the back would ask me to help them pick their NFL Pools that were splayed out over Sunday’s newspaper. Or like my uncle screaming at the TV at family BBQs during the Little League WS telling me he has “too much action” on this game. Or how my parents used to work a mandatory two nights a month in our Catholic School cafeteria for Bingo Night; they would come home reeking of cigarettes. It was so ingratiated with our every day life, that I never knew anything was wrong with it.  

Of course, things could go wrong with gambling. Literally today, no lie, I caught my my friend’s mom about six miles from her house at a convenient store going to town on scratch-offs in her car. She had to pass maybe twenty closer stores to get to this one. But she runs less a risk of one of her family members catching her over here. With any vice that’s a lot of fun, it’s best done in moderation. Growing up in New Jersey, your parents had plenty of examples to point to so you don’t end up as this person or that person.  Unfortunately, most of us have a trial by fire moment that forces us to bet smarter. 

I remember mine. I used to meet with a guy in the back of a Wawa parking lot for weekly deposits or withdraws. When I was a freshman in college, so 18 or 19, I went on a heater. I got too cocky and was spending my winnings like a mad man. Couple weeks later I went down and went down big. I was a barback at the time and couldn’t cover my debt. I’d never been late or short on a payment but I wasn’t ecstatic about finding out what happens when you are. I was panicking, I could only cover about half of what I owed. I remember looking up sperm bank appointements on the sideline of McMahon Park during our summer basketball league game. I wouldn’t have been paid in time for my jizz to work in my favor. I did the only thing a grown man could do, I ran to my daddy. I thought he was going to kill me. I walked into his room real serious-like and admitted everything, pleading and apologizing harder than I ever had. I winced and waited for a blowup or a smack or something. He looked me dead in my eye and said, “Is someone going to show up to our house and how much do you need.” He gave me $1100, $100 more than I needed. Then we sat down for about an hour and had a conversation about biting off more than you can chew, and what would have happened if goons showed up with only my mother home. His concern and disappointment that day made me a smarter gambler. I also took ally first hiatus after that. 

But everyone in this area has some sort of varitation of that story. Not all of them came out as unscathed as I was. It’s part of the fabric. You think New Jersey eclipsed Nevada last year in sports gambling with $6B on accident? We were baptized in this shit. 

So I’m very happy to welcome the next chapter of New Jersey gambling, Barstool Sportsbook. We’ve been waiting for you. 

Gamble responsibly, if you have a gambling problem please call 1-800-GAMBLER.

Monday, August 23, 2021

The Truth Of McDonald’s Ice Cream Machines Revealed


You’ve having an internal struggle on whether or not you really want to stop at McDonald’s drive-thru for ice cream late at night. You know you shouldn’t but it’s been awhile. Finally you give up. It feels dirty, but you’re too committed to turn back now. You let out a sigh and order a McFlurry with M&Ms, “Ice cream machines not working.” 

We’ve all wanted to choke a McDonald’s employee through the window when we’ve heard that. You still get all the shame of ordering with none of the benefits. Plus we all know it’s a crock of shit but you can’t exactly respond “No it’s not.” It’s a waste of shame.

Now, thanks to a company called Kytch, we have concrete proof that Big Ron’s has been lying to us. Kytch designed software to remotely run diagnostics and fix McDonald’s machines without having to be on site. Good news, right? Wrong, McDonald’s refuses to use Kytch’s devices. 

Meet our antogonist of this tale, Taylor Company. I don’t know what sort of dirt Taylor has on Ronnie, but they’ve monopolized the ice cream machines. The company sells McDonald’s the machines for a cool 18k and has convinced them that they cannot be fixed without a Taylor-certified technician. Unless there’s a million of these technicians, they won’t have enough employees to cover our needs. 

Another interesting tidbit in McDonald’s favor is that the machines need to be cleaned every two weeks. In order to properly clean the machine you have to completely break it down, clean it, then reassemble the entire thing. Apparently we have a bunch of MacGyvers manning our drive-thrus. I’ll be honest, if I had arches on my hat and a bunch of twerps rolled in at 1:00am ordering four different shakes and I knew I had to break down and reassemble just to serve them? I’d tell them to fuck right off too. So instead they just say it’s broken. 

So where do we go from here? Apparently Taylor and McDonald’s tried stealing a Kytch device in order to reverse engineer their technology. In late July, a California judge issued a restraining order in favor of Kytch and demanded that any technology and software stolen by McDonald’s or Taylor Company be returned. 

So it would seem Kytch has them by the balls. It appears they’re in the midst of a “let’s make a deal” showdown. With any luck, this will all be settled just in time for Shamrock Shake season. 










Tuesday, August 17, 2021

The Bauer Vs Tatis Rivalry Just Got A Whole Lot More Interesting


If you’re unaware of the Trevor Bauer sexual assault allegations either you’re not a sports fan or really don’t give a shit about baseball. There’s been a lot to unpack in this FRO hearing that might determine the outcome of Bauer’s future in baseball. 

Sexual assault is obviously an uncomfortable subject to speak on. Society demands you to believe the accused is innocent until proven otherwise. Morality pushes you to believe the victim who claims to have just gone through one of humanity’s most heinous crimes. Law and morales muddy your thoughts. It’s important to point out that what you believe to be correct and what’s correct in the eyes of the law can often be two different things. 

For example, I think Trevor Bauer’s a piece of shit. I do not like him. Do I think he needs to go to extremes to get his rocks off? Of course, watch him pitch one time. But the question becomes, did he reasonably understand that his actions were off limits? Luckily, that’s not my burden to decide. But I will breakdown the first two days of Bauer’s FRO hearing and other evidence for you to formulate your own opinions. 

First some terminology, since it’s come to my attention that not everyone’s familiar with procedural jargon. To some, these terms may be obvious, but it’s not exactly definitions you learn in grade school.

TRO (Temporary Restraining Order)- granted by a Judge to keep the accused from having any contact with the alleged victim until they can have an FRO hearing. 

FRO (Final Restraining Order)- The hearing that’s currently happening. In the state of California if the FRO is granted it’s held for a minimum of five years. This is not a criminal procedure. But if the accused violates the terms set by the Judge of a granted FRO they could find themselves in jail. 

Criminal Investigation- As I alluded to above, the investigation of a crime is still ongoing. If the accused is hit with an FRO, that does not confirm that a crime was committed. Yet, an FRO can be referred to in a future criminal case. 

Civil Lawsuit- When you sue the shit out of someone for money. Hello OJ Simpson.

Because the victim in this case is alleging sexual assault, I will only refer to her as Jane Doe or Ms. Doe. 

For anyone living under a rock, Jane Doe has accused the 2020 Cy Young winner, Trevor Bauer, of sexual assault and domestic violence. The allegations include knocking her unconscious, strangulation, and performing anal sex with her without her consent. 

Two days before the FRO hearing the NY Post released an article on Trevor Bauer’s sexual proclivities. One piece of evidence admitted to the article was a Snapchat message obatained by the Post that read the following: 

“Like the only reason I’d consider seeing you again is to choke you unconscious punch you in the face shove my fist up your ass skull fuck you and kick you out naked. And obviously I’d never do something like that to anyone. So can’t even enjoy the one thing I sometimes enjoyed with you.”

If these are confirmed, Bauer’s a freak man. Also serves as a reminder that your Snap messages aren’t as gone as you thought they were. 

On the first day of the hearing, Jane Doe took the stand and in graphic detail explained how Trevor Bauer choked her unconscious with her own hair. She said that she was unable to breathe, speak, or move after the incident. Ms. Doe claims that Bauer treated her “like a rag doll”, taking a closed fist to her jaw, vagina, and buttocks. She told the court that she was in pain and afraid of Trevor Bauer.

Ms. Holley, Bauer’s attorney, began by requesting the restraining order be dropped on the grounds of the violent acts only taking place during sex which they believe to have been consensual. The request was denied. 

The defense’s opening statements pointed to messages sent by Jane Doe implying a desire to be choked and another sent to a friend that stated she “already had her hooks in” when referring to Bauer. 

Jane Doe’s opening statements took the court down her personal journey towards sobriety and her insecurities in wanting to please Bauer. She said she had felt embarrassed and that everything happened so fast that she was unable to tell Bauer to stop. She concluded by telling the court that she had felt like she was treated like “I wasn’t a human being.” 

Day Two had witnesses questioned along with a cross examination on the alleged victim. There’s a lot to go through here and I’ll try my best to keep it as brief as possible, it might get a little bullet-y. 

Jane Doe says that Bauer was manipulative in making her feel safe but also that this was her fault. She says she didn’t leave his house the night of the attack because it was late and she lived two hours away. She claims most of the night was spent focusing on not vomiting. Doe stated that after the incident when she texted Bauer “I’ve never been more turned on in my life”, she was being dishonest in order to tell Bauer what he wanted to hear. 

The court was shown pictures of the injuries sustained that night but the defense claims they’ve been edited. The picture showed two black eyes. In a personal text sent to her friend in reference to her appearance she said “It was just during sex. Like it was consensual.” Jane Doe explained that what started as a consensual act went too far and turned into something she felt she didn’t consent to. She said that her initial downplaying of the situation stemmed from a fear of the publicity she knew the case would cause. She was afraid of being painted “as the slut”. 

Her and Bauer exchanged texts from the hospital. The accused sent a message reading “wish I could hold you right now and play with your hair.” Ms. Doe explained that she was confused if he cared or not and that things felt rehearsed with him. She said that she told Bauer she was fine as a tactic to get him to stop contacting her. 

Jane Doe did report the incident to the police but labeled the department as “corrupt fuckers.” She felt that the female detective that conducted the interview was degrading and “slut-shaming”. 

More texts between Bauer and Ms. Doe were presented to the court. Bauer stated that he was sorry and inquired on how he could assist the alleged victim. Ms. Doe responded telling Bauer, “the best thing you could do to help me is to never do this to anyone else ever again.”

A call to Bauer was conducted in front of police presence in order to try and have him acknowledge what he had done to the victim. Throughout the call, whenever the subject of him striking Ms. Doe arose, he allegedly diverted the attention to her. During the call Bauer insisted he had only punched her buttocks. 

It was revealed that Bauer provided the messages between him and his accuser. Jane Doe admitted to deleting his messages because she “couldn’t bare to see his name on her phone.” Bauer’s attorney pointed out that she still shared memes of Bauer with her friends afterwards though. 

During the cross examination Bauer’s attorney asked for clarification on the “having her hooks in” remark. Jane Doe claims that it was sarcasm. Bauer’s defense then went on to confirm that Jane Doe had former relations with other baseball players. Both Fernando Tatis Jr. and Mike Clevinger of the San Diego Padres. It was revealed that Jane Doe had been fired from her job for her relationship with Tatis. 

The court was shown a post of Tatis mocking Bauer by covering one eye and Jane Doe using “dollar sign emojis” in reference to the post. 

Upon further questioning, Jane Doe admitted to previously being choked before, but not to the point of losing consciousness. She also confirmed that she was the first one to mention “rough” between her and Bauer. When Bauer responded by saying he likes it more rough than her, she did not reply. 

Bauer’s attorney stated that he stopped sticking his fingers down Jane Doe’s throat when she objected. Ms Holley then asked the alleged victim, “You were capable of telling Trevor something that you didn’t want to happen?” When she replied yes, the attorney claimed that Bauer also stopped with anal sex when he was asked to stop. 

The SART nurse took the stand and confirmed that she witnessed visible bruising to the eyes and lips as well as signs of injury to “the external genitalia and buttocks”. The nurse also stated that Jane Doe had told her that Bauer had choked her with her own hair. 

A forensic nurse stated that the “raccoon eyes” appearance is consistent with strangulation.  The forensic nurse also stated that she did not recall any bruising around the victim’s throat. She expressed that Jane Doe had told her that Bauer posed no threat of future harm. There was also no mention of anal sex in the statement that Ms. Doe had given her. The forensic nurse agreed that the injuries sustained could have been from strangulation or physical blows. She concluded by saying the photos of the injuries are accurate and were not edited. 

Jane Doe was once again questioned by Ms. Holley, Bauer’s attorney. She read a message to the victim where Doe says that Bauer should leave his pink socks on when cuddling, but come off “when it’s time to choke me out.” When asked why this message was left out of her restraining order statement, Ms. Doe said “I didn’t ask to be punched all over my body  to the point where I had to be hospitalized.” 

Ms. Doe was once again questioned on her previous relationships with other ball players. Texts were read between her and a friend. After Tatis hit a home run off of Bauer she messaged a friend saying “I knew I was gonna get in his head….Tatis better in bed, and the field, he is roasting Bauer.”

Either way this plays out, I’ll still think Bauer is a piece of shit. SOMETHING happened that night. I’ll leave it up to you to draw your own conclusions. But remember, just because an FRO is granted doesn’t necessarily mean a crime occurred. And vice versa. If the FRO is denied, doesn’t mean that a crime didn’t occur. The MLB and police are still conducting their own investigations. There’s still a lot to unpack and this incident is far from over. But one thing remains clear, this thing had way more layers to it than anyone saw coming. 


Monday, August 16, 2021

Ocean City Maryland aka Northeast Carolina


When people from New Jersey or Pennsylvania want to go to Myrtle Beach or OBX but don’t want to drive as far, we go to Ocean City Maryland. It’s a lot cheaper and it still packs a bit of that Jersey Shore scummy punch if you know where to look. It has the sand dunes with hay like grass, swampy boat life, and surrounding small town life of the Carolinas without making you feel like you’ve really left the Northeast. 

If you’re looking to scratch that Pogue itch that Outerbanks left you with, OCMD is your fix. I spent a four days in this beach town this past weekend for a bachelor party. It’s been about 60 hours since my last drink and I’m still trying to shake off the rest of my hangover. 

The Devil works hard, but Seacrets works harder. This crown jewel bar boasts as bar/restaurant/nightclub. It’s massive, for any Jersey folks it’s about 4x the size of Bar A. During the morning and afternoon they have bar tables and floating devices set up for you to drink in the bay. The water was packed with beautiful women who couldn’t wait to tell me that they didn’t want to have sex with me. In my defense, I didn’t look great in a bathing suit and my shirt on next to University Of Virginia’s former soccer team and a couple MLS players I was with. At night the outside is lit up Christmas light style to give it that real authentic beach town vibe. The inside nightclub has the next best band you never heard of. If you’re looking for more of a chill vibe than a bump & grind scene, just keep walking. There’s about five more stages outside with live bands all playing different genres. The Orange Crush seems to be the drink of choice, but set a limit. Or you’ll end up like me vomiting into my hat trying to avoid a $150 Uber service fee.
Seacrets was the best bar, no doubt. But the one that made me feel most like I was in an episode of Outerbanks was Macky’s. It has a sandy tiki setup out back and an inside lined with fish netting walls with wood painted signs and old license plates. It had good music, a good crowd, and good drinks. But it’s all fun and games until a boatful of John B’s pull up. First of all, how does anyone compete with the dudes who show up to the bar in a boat. They all look like 15 year lifeguard veterans. They wear frayed jean shorts, old bait & tackle t shirts, dirty converses, and bandanas around their necks. Somehow all of them can still pull off wearing PacSun hats. These dudes walked in and had pick of the litter. They drove off drunk on their boat at 2:00 am with a bunch of girls they didn’t walk in with. They could have said they were going treasure hunting and everybody in the bar would have believed them. 
I feel like I’m not doing great job selling OCMD, but I really did enjoy it. It was a perfect spot for a long weekend golf trip or bachelor party with the fellas. You might have to shack up in an old run down bungalow with nothing but bunk beds and pull out couches, but that’s part of the charm. There’s good looking bars, better looking people, and more drinks than you can handle. Or at least, than I could handle. 

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Meet The Hero Dispatcher From The Ella French Call


This past weekend a young mother and police officer, Ella French, was fatally shot while conducting a routine traffic stop for expired license plates. Both Officer French and her partner were shot but were able to return fire through their injuries and injured one of the suspects. Two brothers have since been apprehended and charged with the shooting. 

In the midst of a traumatic event, time slows down. Seconds feel like minutes, your peripheral vision is non existent, and fine motor skills are a thing of the past. Your brain gets staticky. Luckily for Chicago PD, that wasn’t the case for Keith Thorton Jr. 

Keith was the dispatcher on duty when Ella French and her partner were shot. His quick thinking and command of the airwaves are being praised for potentially saving lives that day. If you can stomach the transmission, you can listen to it here

Dispatcher Thorton was cool under pressure. Keeping the air clear while getting officers to the scene, setting up a perimeter, dispatching ambulances, creating a clear route to the trauma center, and getting a helicopter to the area. We’ll never know how many lives he potentially saved that day. But there is no doubting his professionalism prevented the tragedy from spreading. Even though French’s partner is still in critical, it’s because of Keith Thorton that they even have a fighting chance. 

Dispatchers are often overlooked. They’re heard and not seen. But these men and women have some of the toughest jobs in the world. They’re charged with creating a safe space in a dangerous environment without even being able to see what’s going on. They’re so knowledgeable in not only law enforcement, but EMS, Fire, and other emergency services as well. Under high pressure situations, they have to be able to do 20 things at once. I can hardly answer the correct group if I have two chats going at once. 

While Keith is rightfully getting the praise he deserves, he humbly deflected the attention from himself saying, “Get out of your car, stop midway through your jog or walk, and make a purposeful effort to show my brothers and sister in blue YOUR LOVE for them.” 

Rest In Peace Ella French, and God Bless Keith Thorton Jr. 

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