The ink that’s been spilt hangwringing over the casting of Superman vs. Batman has largely whizzed past my head. Everyone who isn’t collecting a check from Warner Bros. readily acknowledges the film is going to be a disaster. Be still my indifferent heart.
Finally, though, news regarding the flick has caught my attention. I’m referring to the casting of Wonder Woman. For the first time in this fool’s errand, the studio has made the right call casting Fast and Furious star Gal Gadot as the matriarch of supersmokes.
Hockey is as Russian as gulags and alcoholism. So who would’ve thought the Magnitogorsk Magnitogorsk of the Kontinental Hockey League would need grassroots marketing to sell out a home stand for a team that is 18-7 and third in its division?
Magnitogorsk welcomed ticket buyers with a couple of new hires. The girls are well qualified, having between them several years of employment at the local house of burlesque.
It’s vogue these days for the boozhie media to lambast bros and their bro-thren. The political class callously mocks bros’ common sense, and with its latest salvo aims even lower, at bros’ fashion sense.
GQ leveled a malicious attack at the proud physical manifestation of all brodom: a bro’s going out shirt.
With the site of the 2016 Republican National Convention in flux, the case to hold the convention in Las Vegas needs a splashy advocate.
Thanks to Fox and Friends, the choice is clear. The convention needs to be headlined by Dee Jay Silver.
America’s newsman Ron Burgundy has embarked on a highly publicized media tour during the run-up to his return to the silver screen. At a stop at KXMB, Mr. Burgundy made all of the wolverines in North Dakota purr by tossing the broadcast to WDAF’s Kay Cooley, who reported on holiday travel.
When Chris Davis streaked through the Plains and into the history books, it was one of those effulgently perfect moments that crystalize the absurdity, contradictions, and euphoria that is college football.
Let’s cut the crap, the last week of college football’s regular season means one thing.
Since the game of the week is already the most bitter, hate-fueled rivalry in the country, we’re picking the SEC this week. Stay safe, Katherine Webb!
Let’s get to work!
There is no better ambassador for Thanksgiving than Kate Upton. Because of Kate, Americans can be thankful for the fact that among our kind is the finest model on the planet.
College neighborhood liquor counters are the only places in the country where the demand for bottom shelf liters of Vladimir and Skol vodkas outpaces the demand for top shelf brands. Most undergrads are limited by strict budgets and unsophisticated palettes, so they happily guzzle repackaged rubbing alcohol with joie de vivre.
“Fireball and Sprite. Fireball and anything is what I’m about,” a couple of eager, future contributors to American society told me during the Notre Dame tailgate this weekend.
Contrary to what the White House and MSNBC tells you, college undergraduates are “young invincibles” because their youth and pristine livers fortify them against life’s challenges.
Those challenges include gnarly hangovers.
Last weekend I got into a spat with a nasty troll over whether college football, and in particular the follow play, is merely a farm system for the NFL.