Ollie Irish has written about “sport” for a bunch of people, including Goaly Moly, The Guardian and The Observer. He is the former editor of Stuff magazine and deputy editor of Observer Sport Monthly. Today, he provides syndicated soccer content for With Leather, and we’re damn glad to have him.

Words fail me. ‘Genius’ will have to do.

The skinny: This happened in Iceland at the weekend, during a match between Stjarnan and Fylkir – the former were responsible for the celebration, after Johann Laxdal scored.

I seriously think you should get bonus points in football for capers like this. Much as I always wanted Alan Shearer to break his leg when he ran around with one arm up in the air after scoring yet another penalty.

So, in summing up: yes, this is the greatest goal celebration in the history of football. The big-catch ‘photo’ at the end seals the deal. Read the rest of this entry »

This has made a couple laps around the eBays, but we don’t do many fishing posts, so here you go. I don’t really get fishing, but it’s probably because my dad beat me as a child. The idea of going out into the sea and asserting dominance over animals that don’t even have lungs just seems a bit silly to me. You want to impress me? Get in the water with a knife and give that fish a fair fight. At least you don’t have to wear camo.

Anyway, these guys caught a baby shark, which is like a real shark, only it monopolizes all its mother’s time and makes Father Shark all grumpy and bitter because that’s time that he can’t beat her around. Dude is trying to pull the hook out of the shark’s mouth, and since we’re posting this, obviously something magical happens. And I don’t get the catch and release thing, either. Is our ecosystem gonna run out of sharks?

The fun starts after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »

NFL prospect and Filipino foreskin connoisseur Tim Tebow has been invited to the NFL Draft, but the college quarterback is struggling with his decision to attend. It’s only a question of how long he wants a camera in his face while sitting around like a jackass. And don’t forget that the first round of the draft is on Thursday night, so that wait could stretch into days…

“I’ve got to figure out what will be more fun for me and best for my family. But I have to say I liked what [Cleveland tackle] Joe Thomas did on the day of the draft a couple of years ago — he went fishing with his dad.” –SI.com, via USA Today

You know what’s weird? “Philippines” is spelled with one L and two Ps, but “Filipino,” a name denoting citizenship of the Philippines, has one L and one P. Plus, it’s spelled with an F. What the foo? Oh, you thought I was going to bring all the attention that’s being heaped upon a guy that seems like a sure-fire bust in the NFL. Yeah, I guess that’s a bit odd, too.

I don’t care who you are or how much you hate cruelty to other people or how many trees you hugged last week. If a fat guy takes a running start of the end of a dock, YOU ARE WATCHING. And this fellow, with whom I’m unfamiliar, decides to indulge his friends and, thanks to the power of technology: the world. But did we mention that this is in the dead of winter and that the lake might be…frozen?

Oh. They mentioned the frozen part in the headline. Thanks for nothing, College Humor.

Honestly, I think fishing is one of the dumbest things ever. Sorry, but I can’t do anything slower than playing golf or helping out autistic kids down at the learning center. Sure, I make it look like I’m the one helping them, but where else am I gonna get free crayons? I got stuck with one of those 64-packs, and I can’t tell the difference between brown and burnt siena without HOLY CRAP DID THAT 5-YEAR-OLD GIRL JUST PULL THAT FISH OUT OF A STREAM WITH HER BARE HANDS?! FIRE UP THE SKILLET, MABEL! WE EATIN’ GUUD TONIGHT! YEE HAW!

Greg Robertson, an Australian diver spear-fishing off the continent’s southern coast, landed an unexpectedly large catch — himself!  (How did I do?  I’m practicing writing ledes for UK tabloids.) No, but seriously, he shot a two-meter spear directly into his groin.

[T]he 25 year old was pushed onto the speargun, which had been washed out of his hands by a wave.  The two metre long spear pierced his inside upper thigh, just millimetres from his genitals and femoral artery, and lodged several centimetres under the skin…

“The spear’s barbed on the end, so it’s locked in there. He got up and said ‘It’s in me, it’s in me!” [a witness said.]

That’s what she said!  Hey, I got a two-meter spear gun for your groin right here! At least, uh, I think I do.  I’m not so good at metric conversion.  Inches and meters are about the same, right?

[Deuce of Davenport]