If there is one thing recreational golfers can associate with, it’s drinking. No matter the game friends go out and play, a few beers on the course is usually mandatory. That’s one of the reasons that golfers have always loved John Daly. Like most that chase the little white ball around, Daly is a little nuts, or a lot nuts, depending on which ex-wife you’re talking to.

Also, Daly never seemed to be able to totally pry his hands off the bottle. That’s why the John Daly, an alcoholic drink that takes the mixture of an Arnold Palmer and combines it with the sting of a vodka, was such a slam dunk. No matter what bar you swing by, if you scream at the waitress to pour you a John Daly, they’re going to know what you’re talking about.

But Daly didn’t. Up until Monday, Daly said he’d never heard of the drink, and is now taking to Twitter to rid the world of this drink being associated with his name.

I guess you can’t blame the guy for trying to get his name off something that nobody is paying him for, but if we don’t have the John Daly anymore to gulp down after our sixth straight round of 96, what do we have?

Mr. Daly, you will one day pass, but this drink will live forever. Think about it.

There are moments in sports when you watch a play over and over again and still can’t totally grasp what happened (If you’re confused, just Google “David Tyree”).

This winning touchdown run by Genoa-Kingston (Ill.) High School senior Craig Billington is one of those moments. Billington, caught in the backfield by the Burlington Central (Ill.) High School defense, makes a few moves, a few cuts, and ends up making every single defender miss him on his way to the end zone for a game winning touchdown.

Seriously, watch the video and then explain to me how number three and number 18 don’t stop him in the backfield. It blows my mind. They have help all up the far side, and he is trapped with very little room to even breath, yet nobody can bring him down.

I don’t know a lot about football (I’m more of a basement guy), but I’m going to go out on a limb and say that the Monday practice after this game for Burlington Central involved a lot of screaming and a lot of tackle dummies. Read the rest of this entry »

No matter your affiliation to the beautiful town of Cleveland, when LeBron James had what will infamously be known as “The Decision” special on July 8, we all wanted to burn something. A LeBron jersey. A book. Our eyeballs. Everything.

While a lot of Ohio natives decided to let fire on cloth be their way of coping with LeBron jetting out of town for Miami, a few more level-headed people have figured out a way to diss Mr. James and help out others at the same time. Let’s call it the anti-James movement.

The Scene and the Miami New Times have collaborated on a project to send all unwanted LeBron jerseys to Miami to give out to homeless people. Seriously.

Here’s our promise: Donate your stuff to The Wino and Gold LeBron Jersey Drive and we’ll personally make sure your formerly cherished items are given directly to a person of need in Miami. No, really. The good folks at Miami New Times will distribute the collection themselves.

We know you were too lazy to donate or burn your stuff this summer. It’s still sitting in your closet, or a box, and we want it. Please.

You have to give it up for the creative minds behind this plan. Not only does it do a little good for the less fortunate in the Miami area, but it is the perfect storm of dig towards LeBron. At any point in the year, James might be driving around South Beach in his Heartbreak Mobile, only to see four homeless dudes huddled up together, all sporting a version of his No. 23.

If that doesn’t show James how little his old city now cares about him, I don’t know what would.

Old people say some funny stuff. I’m not sure what age you get to when things just start coming out of your mouth that are both hilarious and absolutely nonsensical at the same time, but the moment I get there I’m sure life frees up a little.

White Sox announcer Hawk Harrelson is 68, a former Major Leaguer, and after Bobby Jenks ended a 8-7 win over the Blue Jays in the 11th inning, the Hawk let us all know how nervous he was.

The exact words there was what you thought. “You couldn’t pull a greased tee out of my behind with a pair of pliers.” You know, Hawk? We will take your word for it.

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… as a Chicago Bull, and to be fair, he had a way better game helping Chicago out than he did for the Boston Celtics, the team that actually pays him $5.85 million this season. Rasheed Wallace had two points last night in the box score, going 1-for-7 from the field, and showing once again that he is arguably the worst player in the league that gets a decent amount of minutes.

Early in the fourth quarter, Brad Miller shot a jumper from just outside the elbow, only to have it miss and come directly down to the 6-foot-11 Wallace. Have you ever had a ball came out you from off a rim? You just grab it, right? Well, it appears Rasheed tried to do some Matrix-like re-rebound, where he tossed it off the backboard before he could handle it fully. Call it hot potato rebounding. The ball went in, the Bulls gained two more points because of Wallace, and thus defining the 2010 Boston Celtics.

Honestly, watch the video again, and look at Wallace’s face after the ball goes through the hoop. Isn’t that the exact expression every Celtics fans in the world has had after ever Rasheed three-point attempt, or lazy defensive effort?

It’s like the city of Boston sold their souls to the devil when they got Kevin Garnett and Ray Allen. “Let us win this one championship, and then you can give us whatever trash you have out there on the free market? Nate Robinson? Heck yeah, bring him in!”

If this teams makes it to the second round of the playoff, I’ll eat my bandwidth. Read the rest of this entry »

If Jerry Jones is anything, he’s controversial, so why wouldn’t he let someone film him with the worst camera imaginable, bad-mouthing Bill Parcells and Tim Tebow?

Tebow, who will be entering the NFL draft as one of the most polarizing talents in recent football memory, was the main topic of Jones’ mini-rant. We all know Jerry loves to stir the pot, so Tebow would be a perfect fit for a Cowboys team always looking to add the next character, right?

Wrong. Jones doesn’t need him. Via Deadspin …

Different other guy: What if you were the Jaguars or — would you just, just draft him and sell f**king jerseys?

JJ: That’s the only reason I brought in Bill Parcells.

[Laughter]

JJ: Bill’s not worth a s**t. I love him.

Different other guy: I know you do.

JJ: Not worth a s**t, but I wanted — they were on my ass so bad. J’s gotta have a yes man. So to get this f**kin’ stadium, I need to bring his ass in.

Different other guy: What, you, you wouldn’t take Tebow in the third round?

JJ: Why? He’d never get on the field. I can’t get him out there.

The man has a good point, except I’m sure there isn’t a state in the world more suited for a Christian boy with a huge heart and the ability to wrangle up fans by the thousands than Texas. Oh, and circumcision. That stuff’s huge in Plano. Read the rest of this entry »