Better than sitting in a deer blind. Always will be.


So … this is what the real world is like.

The real world in the NFL. The graphic that FOX popped up told the whole story of Green Bay Packer QBs:  The last 20 years – 4. The last 4 games – 4.

We’re spoiled. First there was Favre and then Rodgers. That’s it. Just about every other team in the NFL has gone through a platoon in that time, searching for their “franchise QB.”  So, the law of averages caught up with the Pack. Rodgers goes down and it just happended to coincide with an abnormal dry spell in terms of the grooming of a back-up QB. Add the number of key offensive players gone with injuries to the loss of the franchise QB and then mix that with a defense that apparantly can’t stop a Pee Wee team right now and this is what you get. 

Oh, and yea – about that defense. The outcome of today’s game wouldn’t have been any different had Rodgers been in there. If fact, holding him out another week is the only thing that team did right. The game might have been a little closer. But there are bigger problems with this team outside of missing their franchise QB.  This defense was showing signs of not being able to stop anyone before Rodgers got hurt. 

Looking back, I think McCarthy let us in a little on what might be going on behind the scenes at Lombardi Avenue after that Eagles game. He was infuriated after the defense, for the second week in a row, couldn’t get off the field and let first the Bears and then the Eagles offenses, dominate the 4th quarter. 

Everyone’s been grousing about Dom Capers for two years. I think the Head Coach has joined the chorus. Nothing’s going to happen at this point of the season and besides, loyalty and class will rule how the situation is handled – it’s the Packer Way. Capers won’t be back next year and we can start talking about what kind of top 10 draft pick we’ll get.

Come to think of it … we haven’t had to have that discussion for about 20 years. 

The first of what I hope will be many long, hard looks by the 4th Estate.

“We wanted to initiative reform.” Scooter’s a fan of Norm Crosby … who knew?

When asked about “social issues,” Scooter relies on the “Vikings or Bears fan” metaphor and fumbles drearily.  

Is this great or what?

(via That time I ate eggs and talked about the filibuster with Scott Walker)

A Thanksgiving Holiday tradition and it’s been a challenge the last few years. This year, it’s the basement remodel preventing the annual viewing on the “surround sound.”  Google’s Chromecast to the rescue – we’ll throw it up on the big screen tonight via YouTube and the Chromebook.  Happy holidays one and all.

American Thanksgiving Day, November 25, 1976 at the Winterland Ballroom in San Fransisco. The Last Waltz – Trailer – (1978) – HQ (by ryy79)


GET THAT SOUPY GREEN BEAN SHIT OUTTA HERE. C’mon, anybody showing up with that casserole from a can didn’t even fucking try. How about something much tastier that packs some actual nutrition in it? Bring this bastard to Thanksgiving and nobody is going to ask you to do the goddamn dishes.


1 ½ pounds of brussels sprouts

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 cup quinoa

1 ¾ cup water

pinch of salt

1/3 cup toasted almonds

1/3 cup dried cranberries (if you can’t find any, don’t fucking sweat it)

¼ cup chopped parsley

1/8 teaspoon of salt

pepper to taste


2-3 cloves of garlic

2 ½ tablespoons red wine vinegar

2 tablespoons lemon juice (about 1 lemon)

2 teaspoons Dijon mustard

1 teaspoon olive oil

Heat the oven up to 400 degrees. Tear off any fucked up lookin leaves on the brussels sprouts and chop them into quarters (or halves if they are little). Toss them with a tablespoon of olive oil and spread them out on a baking sheet. Roast those sons of bitches for 20 minutes, stirring half way, or until the sprouts are golden and kinda burnt in some places. Goddamn delicious. Just trust. Boiling these tiny cabbage-looking motherfuckers is a crime. ROAST OR GTFO.

While that shit is going down, rinse the quinoa with some water so that it isn’t bitter when you cook it (yeah, you’re fucking welcome). Throw it in a medium pot with the water and pinch of salt and bring it to a boil over a medium heat. Turn the heat down to a simmer, cover that shit, and let it cook for about 15-20 minutes or until all the water is gone and the quinoa is tender. Turn off the heat. Chop up the garlic all small and throw it in a small glass with the rest of the ingredients for the dressing and mix well.

When the sprouts are done, toss them in a bowl with the cooked quinoa and the dressing. Mix that shit so that everything is coated real well. Add the almonds, cranberries, parsley, salt, and pepper and mix again. Taste it and see if you need more salt or pepper or whatthefuckever you think is missing. Serve warm or at room temperature.

Serves 4-6 as a side, double that shit and bring it to Thanksgiving if you feel like being a popular motherfucker

Jimmy Lovine and Luke Wood’s generous offer to help save Muscle Shoals reminded me that – to date – the movie has played just about everywhere else in the free world but Madison. Madison can’t be taken seriously until someone – anyone – brings this damn documentary to town. It’s rediculous that the film scored as high as it did at the film festivals – including Sundance – and we’re still sitting here waiting to see it. What the hell is going on out there?

(via Muscle Shoals (Official Movie Site) – Directed by Greg ‘Freddy’ Camalier – Now on iTunes, On Demand and In Theatres – Trailer, Pictures & More)