Apr 21 2010

way better than clydesdales

Yinz have probably noticed – we’re sure – that new content has been slight lately.  There’s a good reason for that, and it’s certainly not because we’re busy or, ahem, lazy.  Not at all.  No sir.  In fact, we have big changes in store for our little corner of the internets.  We’re very proud of the work we’ve done here over the past four years, and we’ve been working on taking our message to a wider audience.

You’re not going to believe this, but we actually made a commercial.  That’s right – hotrod.vox.com is going to be advertising on the TV!  We’d have loved to buy some Super Bowl ad time, but we haven’t made millions off our blog (yet), so that just wasn’t in the cards.  We could, however, scrape up enough dough to buy time during the NFL Draft tomorrow evening.  On behalf of the entire editorial staff of this fine publication – and because we value your loyalty – we’re allowing our faithful readers a sneak preview.  Enjoy!


Feb 8 2010

who dat!

Dat is Tracy Porter and dat is the second greatest interception in the history of the Super Bowl.  Remember when Peyton Manning had a reputation for being a huge choker who couldn't win the big game?  Why did we all stop thinking that just because he beat the Rex Grossman-led Bears?

As a lifelong football fan, watching the New Orleans Saints win the Super Bowl was one of the more surreal experiences of my life.  In some ways, it was even more strange to me than actually being at the game last year.  It's moments like last night that make sports so special.  The Saints are Super Bowl Champions, but we're all winners really.  Except for Peyton.  He's a big loser.

A few other random Bowl related thoughts: It's time to put to rest this notion that Super Bowl commercials are something worth getting excited about.  The Who are my least favorite iconic classic rock band, and their halftime show was terrible and offensive.  And it's borderline criminal that I can't seem to find any pictures online of Tater Tot, who won Puppy Bowl VI in a rout.

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Oct 19 2009

i didn’t even know he had a new book out

I think a lot about why I like football so much.  Seriously, I do.  On the surface it doesn’t make any sense to me at all.  None of anything that happens in the NFL on any given Sunday has any bearing on my day-to-day life.  And yet, I was just a little bit happier yesterday because my Steelers won and their division rival Bengals and Ravens both lost.  I was pleased that the Saints won and the ***skins lost, even though neither game directly affected my specific rooting interest.  (Unless, of course, you count “spite” among my rooting interests. That had a little to do with my reveling in that Skins loss.  And, oh yeah – ask me how the Toledo Maroons fared.)  There’s really no way to rationally explain why watching my team win the Super Bowl – at the Super Bowl – will always rank among the very best moments of my life.  Or so I thought.

I’m not going to say Chuck Klosterman’s explanation is perfect, but it’s the best one I have ever read.  And whatever is second isn’t close.  If only everything ever written about football could be this good, all the time, always….  Including my lame-ass blog post.


May 21 2009

mr. harrison goes to washington

The World Champion Pittsburgh Steelers are visiting the White House today.  I, unfortunately, will not be there.  Neither will league Defensive MVP and Super Bowl stud James Harrison.  He says he's afraid to fly, but that came out only after a few days of back-pedaling.  I think he should have stuck with his original excuse, which basically amounted to: "Fuck that shit.  This isn't special.  The Cardinals would be going if they had won."   I like that sentiment.  It's just the sort of arrogant and crazy I can get behind.

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Apr 13 2009

the 26th thing

A few months ago, when that retarded Facebook meme "25 Things About Me" was at its peak, somebody all but dared me to write "25 Things I Love About James Harrison."  It was tougher than I initially thought it would be.  And to be completely honest, I'm not sure I love that Harrison played for the Rhein Fire in NFL Europe so much as I love that it rounded out my list.  But even though there is some filler, I hesitate to modify the list now that it is etched so permanently in digital ink.  So here, then, is the twenty-sixth thing I love about James Harrison:

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Jan 30 2009

hotrod's goin' to the super bowl

All right, we're off to Tampa, Florida for THE SUPER BOWL!!!.  For the next few days, we'll only be posting quick hits when we have a chance.  If yinz find yinzselves in need of still more evidence in our absence of just how awesome the Pittsburgh Steelers are, go ahead and look here or here or here or here or here.  Oh, sorry.  That last one isn't about the Steelers.  It's about how terrible the Cardinals are.  Our bad.

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Jan 30 2009

towelie

HOO BOY, do we have a treat for yinz this evening!!  We'd been planning all week to write something tonight about the Terrible Toweljust for M—–l.  And we still could, but our words pale in comparison with those of the Towel's proud creator.  Meaning: he speaks yinzer and we don't.  So sit back and relax.  Uncle Myron has a story for you.

story time with myron cope

My God, we miss this man.

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Jan 29 2009

oh my


Total Calories: 24,375

Total Grams of Fat: 1,285

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Jan 29 2009

glory days

I tell you, this Super Bowl trip is the gift that keeps on giving.  Until last Friday, my plan for the big game was to attend a small gathering at CarrieNation's and Dabysan's.  The Puppy Bowl was to be on the small TV for the ladies and Aussie Bob, and the the game would be on the big hi-def TV for, well, Daby and me.  Oh, and Daby was planning to live blog… not the game so much, but me watching the game.  I had reluctantly agreed to this for reasons that now escape me.  The last time this happened the whole thing ended badly.  So naturally, aside from the obvious joy of GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL, I am pleased at the opportunity to shit in Daby's Cheerios.  There will be no live-blog, no party, and I won't be persuaded to wager on tangential diversions like the commercials or the setlist of the halftime show.

Sports Illustrated had an excellent article today about Springsteen fans who have mixed feelings about the Boss being the halftime entertainment.  I am not one of those fans.  In fact, once it had sunk in last week that I was actually going to be at the game, it occurred to me that HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO GET TO SEE SPRINGSTEEN AT HALFTIME TOO!!!  If you asked me to describe my dream Super Bowl scenario, it would be the Pittsburgh Steelers versus one of the losingest franchises in the history of the NFL and Bruce Springsteen would be the halftime entertainment.  Needless to say, I am pretty pleased with how this has all turned out.

And for what it's worth, my wager on the setlist would have been "My Lucky Day" (from the craptacular new album),
"Glory Days," and "Born to Run."  In that order.  I've got a somewhat
plausible argument for why the best song off his sixth best record
makes sense, but I am most definitely rationalizing just because I love
the song and I want to see him play it.  But then, if he played all the
songs I want to see, halftime would be three hours long.  This is one
occasion I am pleased that the Boss will also play second fiddle.

A 'joy' tag and a 'spite' tag for the same post!  Is this the best week ever or what?!?

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Jan 28 2009

change we can believe in

A towel is about the most massively useful thing anyone can have.

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