"Brick killed a guy!"

Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast.

I'm talking, of course, about the latest episode of Just Talking to the Cornfield with Earl and The Colonel.  We recorded it last Friday night in front of an audience of one (thanks, Sybil!), and frankly...it's wasn't exactly our shining moment in the sun.  And by "our", I mean The Colonel.  He was a bit drunk and often inappropriate. Then again, I confessed to peeing during the recording, so there's that.  Lemme 'splain.

See, we decided to do the show on Friday night because I had stuff going on Sunday during our regular time.  And we had a whole heap o' fun the previous time we recorded it on Friday.  Cocktails were consumed, laughs were had, baseball was discussed.  Glorious times, indeed.  But this Friday, well...it all started downhill when we mentioned the hometown of Moonlight Graham from Field of Dreams.  Chisolm, Minnesota.  But I guess it sounded, um, er, how do I put this...like, um, jizm over the air waves.  That's what our, ahem, audience thought anyway.

That devolved into something right out of the Howard Stern show.  Thank God(dess) that Sybil is a good egg, because there was easily a chance for someone to get offended in there at one point.

Oh yeah, I also can't drink for an hour and a half straight without emptying my bladder.  So that happens at one point too.  Behind the scenes, and shit.  You can't hear it, but it happens.  I cop to the fact late in the show.  Yeah...

Morbidly curious?  Listen to the latest episode (or all of them) here on Talkshoe.  Or here on iTunes.  Two drunken idiots bringing their low-brow commentary to the world of baseball has never been more fun.  Well, at least since Mickey Mantle and Billy Martin stopped drinking together.

After

OK, I kinda wimped out.  I didn't go as far as I wanted to with the haircut.  Just about 4-5 inches.  So it's still long enough for a ponytail if I want.  And I want.  Plus, my hair-cutting dude is gonna try to convince me against cutting it all off come Spring.  Maybe do something like Jeff Bridges latest layered style.  I dunno. 

Enjoy!

Before

After

See?  Not so blonde after all.

Before

Looking way more blonde than I feel like I am/was.  Then again, the longer stuff round back did get colored a bit from the summer sun and the chlorine of the pool.  But not that much.

Tomorrow: After.  Aren't you excited?

Cracky the Clown

There is no way for me to tell the following story without appearing insensitive. Or racist. Or both. But really, it's pretty racist. I'm just gonna have to own to it. I'm normally a pretty good guy, but this time I don't mind if anyone gets mad at me. I deserve it.

So you know that Gia and I watch a lot of baseball, right? Well, there is this guy who manages the Texas Rangers named Ron Washington. This guy:

Well, ugh...I can't believe I'm admitting this, every single time we see him on TV in the dugout for the Rangers, one of us always says something to the effect of "He look like a crackhead.  Crackity-crack-crack-crack-crack crackhead!"  And we laugh.  A lot.  It's kind of become a game for us.  See who can spot him and say it first.

I know, awful.  There is no excuse.

And then the news come at me today that Ron Washington tested positive for cocaine use (MLB tests its team's managers?  Really?) last July.  He says that it was a one-time thing for him.  He only tried it once.

As Bill Cosby used to say "Riiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhttttttt!!!!!!"

I know crack and cocaine are different. I know about society's views on each of these drugs. I know about unfair mandatory minimums and all that crap.

But damn if I didn't smile a bit when I heard about this today.

Isn't that awful of me?

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Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. Definitely going to hell now.