Few things in life give me as much joy as slow-pitch softball. It’s right up there with juicy BBQ that doesn’t need sauce, cold beer and Neil Young in my book.
That’s why, despite the end of a glorious spring break, I’m in high spirits. Intramural softball has begun at UT and my two teams are hitting the field. My all-guys team, The Turkish Men, consisting of Daily Texan staffers and a few stragglers had their season opener Monday, a 6-4 win. My co-ed team, the Fightin’ Aardvarks, in its fourth year, kick off the season Wednesday, weather permitting.
Because of intramural softball, the idea of the Broball Player All-Stars was hatched. One of the teams in our division has the brilliant name of Shoeless Bro Jackson. My teammates and I assumed that these dudes must be bros, likely fratties, bu the name got our brains pumping during pregame warm ups.
What is a Broball Player you ask? It’s when you take the name of an existing baseball star, current or past, and bro ’em up. So while Honus Wagner was on the first baseball card, Bronus Wagner was likely shotgunning a beer in a speakeasy. That’s the difference. Also acceptable bro-isms include “frat” and “brah.”
Without further ado, here are your Broball Player All-Stars after the jump:
Thanks Rick Barnes and Texas for making me look like an utter fool for devoting an entire post about how you’d actually win an NCAA Tournament game. My mistake. You strung me along there for a while and had me believing that you’d be the ones getting slaughtered by Kentucky instead of Wake Forest
But no, you did exactly what you’ve done all seasons. A completely nonsensical substitution strategy. Terrible free throw shooting. Absolutely zero rebounding presence.
So Texas Rangers manager Ron Washington did cocaine.I was out all day hiking at Enchanted Rock State Park and found out about it from a text from former Texan colleague DRH: “your manager does coke haha,” he wrote.
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I may have bitten off a bit more than I could chew by saying I’d preview each region in the NCAA tourney. That plan just isn’t going to jive with my spring break plans. There simply isn’t enough time. So I’ll save you a lot of time, and just give the obligatory Texas post, considering I’m the Daily Texan sports editor and all.
Tired of Andy Katz/Jay Bilas/Joe Lunardi telling you who to pick in your bracket? Fear not, here’s Blake Hurtik to give you the same advice, but in a completely different way that focuses not so much on the “players” and “strategy” but on the all-important “intangibles.”
Here are my picks for the 2010 NCAA tournament with my bullet-proof reasoning. We’ll start with the Midwest and work our way through over the next day or so.
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This song pretty much sums it up:
“Call me black, call me white, call me anything tonight.
Just don’t call me late for the party.”- Steelheart (Shockingly, this band formed after 1990. They sound pretty much like Steel Dragon, the ficticious band of the classic “Rock Star,” starring Mark Wahlberg and Jennifer Aniston. Wahlberg, you remember, goes from being in a Steel Dragon cover band to being the ACTUAL FRONT MAN OF THE BAND. These are the kind of posts you can expect from me, for better or worse.)