It's been two weeks since the last cyber-screech with Flip and Bill and boy did we sure miss hearing ourselves talk. Outside of Flip's daily reminder of the indescribable and permanent changes a man goes through when becoming a father, let's see what else is on the Grind's plate today:
Rays win. Again. With high-five-a-stranger excitement. Meanwhile, the Bucs begin camp in a few days and our nap-inducing apathy is at an all time high. How closely are the two polar opposite attitudes related? Will Tampa Bay ever become a full-fledged baseball town? Will Buc blackouts once again become common-place as they were during the crying years? Is getting drunk on a Tuesday night a red flag? We tackle these questions and much more (not a helluva lot more).
Ew, our sports venues are filthy. Health inspectors have found violations up the wazoo of untold amounts of "extra toppings" on your over-priced crappy nachos. We do our own half-assed investigation with personal anecdotes to find the truth behind the bug-boogers. You'll never look at your cotton candy the same way again.
Plus: Miami is Heat crazy (Ay carumba! Our Cuban-by-marriage Flip reports), TO and Ocho are teammates promising more drama than The Jersey Shore, and Douchebags a-plenty from Lane Kiffin to Dez Bryant. Your satisfaction is guaranteed (provided that intellectually vacant chatter leaves you completely satisfied):
This article appears in Jul 22-28, 2010.