Flying Shuttlecocks

I would watch way more badminton if there were lightsabers involved:

F the Rodeo

One more reason why I don't go to the rodeo (besides the stanky animals and men wearing chaps):



I did see a homemade video of a rodeo in Costa Rica once, and that ish was CRAZY. They had a part where a bunch of folks run out into the arena and try and chase the bull (or get the bull to chase them) through a soccer goal. Each time they get the bull through the goal, they get a point.

Only problem: IT'S A BULL. Sometimes instead of chasing and then stopping, a bull goes for chasing and then goring. I'm guessing most of those matches are low-scoring.

The Champion

After spending untold hours over the last 4 months staring at tons of websites, digging out obscure players and stats to build team BitchinCamaro to completion, my hard work was rewarded with a Fantasy Football Championship last night.

After the victory, the team huddled for a quick locker-room prayer, where we thanked (in no particular order) Don O'Neill, Matt Forte, the internet, my parents, budweiser, and all the little people I beat on the way to the league title.

After exiting in the first round of the playoffs the last few years, I got Tony Romo's loser ass off my team and claimed my first title, albeit with some controversy over a tiebreaker scenario. Regardless, the haters can eat it and put all their asterisks or taints wherever they wanna.

I won, bitches. See you next year.