(GolfMKV)
March 1, 2010
Now This Is An Aggressive Marketing Campaign . . . . .
To hell and back: EA's guerrilla marketing campaign for 'Dante's Inferno'
More pictures here (AdFreak)
More pictures here (AdFreak)
DWTS Found A Sure Fire Way To Get More Hype For 2010 Season . . . . .
'Dancing' Scores TD with Chad Ochocinco
"NFL star Chad Ochocinco is known for his prolific end zone dances -- but now he'll be dancing ... with the stars.
Multiple sources tell TMZ the outspoken Cincinnati Bengal will be part of the cast of "Dancing with the Stars" this coming season.
Ochocinco joins a list of NFL stars who have done the show including Warren Sapp, Emmitt Smith and Jerry Rice."
(TMZ)
"NFL star Chad Ochocinco is known for his prolific end zone dances -- but now he'll be dancing ... with the stars.
Multiple sources tell TMZ the outspoken Cincinnati Bengal will be part of the cast of "Dancing with the Stars" this coming season.
Ochocinco joins a list of NFL stars who have done the show including Warren Sapp, Emmitt Smith and Jerry Rice."
(TMZ)
Cowboys Owner Jerry Jones Gets Punk'd . . . . .
I smell a nice rivalry cooking.
On Friday night, the Saints' staff at the combine gathered in a private room at St. Elmo Steakhouse, an 108-year-old Indy landmark, for a final celebratory nod to the Super Bowl win over the Colts. This is a group that likes its wine, and likes to have fun.
At the restaurant, word passed that Dallas owner Jerry Jones would have his Dallas group in this exact room Saturday night for a team dinner. Jones had even phoned ahead, according to a waiter, to make sure a magnum of a wine he loved, Caymus Special Selection cabernet sauvignon, was ready to be served at dinner.
Sean Payton told the waiter he'd like to have that wine, too. The waiter told him: Sorry, sir. We have only one bottle left, and it's reserved for Mr. Jones.
Payton said he'd like to have the bottle nonetheless. I assume there was much angst on the part of the wait staff at that point. My God! Who do we piss off? One of the most powerful owners in the NFL, or the coach who's the toast of the NFL, the coach who just won the Super Bowl?
Here came the bottle of Caymus Special Selection, and the Saints' party drained it.
But drinking Jones' wine wasn't enough. Payton gave the waiter some instructions, took out his pen ... and, well, the Cowboys party found at the middle of their table the next evening an empty magnum of Caymus Special Selection cabernet sauvignon, with these words hand-written on the fancy label:
WHO DAT!
World Champions XLIV
Sean Payton
That's the kind of thing Jones will get a big laugh out of. And remember.
(SI)
On Friday night, the Saints' staff at the combine gathered in a private room at St. Elmo Steakhouse, an 108-year-old Indy landmark, for a final celebratory nod to the Super Bowl win over the Colts. This is a group that likes its wine, and likes to have fun.
At the restaurant, word passed that Dallas owner Jerry Jones would have his Dallas group in this exact room Saturday night for a team dinner. Jones had even phoned ahead, according to a waiter, to make sure a magnum of a wine he loved, Caymus Special Selection cabernet sauvignon, was ready to be served at dinner.
Sean Payton told the waiter he'd like to have that wine, too. The waiter told him: Sorry, sir. We have only one bottle left, and it's reserved for Mr. Jones.
Payton said he'd like to have the bottle nonetheless. I assume there was much angst on the part of the wait staff at that point. My God! Who do we piss off? One of the most powerful owners in the NFL, or the coach who's the toast of the NFL, the coach who just won the Super Bowl?
Here came the bottle of Caymus Special Selection, and the Saints' party drained it.
But drinking Jones' wine wasn't enough. Payton gave the waiter some instructions, took out his pen ... and, well, the Cowboys party found at the middle of their table the next evening an empty magnum of Caymus Special Selection cabernet sauvignon, with these words hand-written on the fancy label:
WHO DAT!
World Champions XLIV
Sean Payton
That's the kind of thing Jones will get a big laugh out of. And remember.
(SI)
My Only Question Is What Are You Going To Do With It Now . . . . .
Rare Nintendo game is $40,000 windfall
"As it turns out, the game's unopened condition makes Dave's copy of Stadium Events three times more valuable: he sold it on auction site eBay for a breathtaking $41,300. It's thought to be one of only two shrinkwrapped copies of the game still in existence.
Why had he never unwrapped it? He couldn’t see the point. Stadium Events needed a special floor mat controller to play, and Dave couldn't find one.
"The pads weren't available when we went to purchase it," he said. "We never got around to returning the game...lucky us!"
"Lucky us" indeed. Nintendo bought the rights to the floor mat controller in 1988, and recalled the few copies of Stadium Events that reached retailers. Fewer than 200 games are thought to have escaped destruction, and fewer than 20 are thought to still exist. Dave's procrastination earned him a $41,270 profit, which he and his wife plan to invest."
(Yahoo)
"As it turns out, the game's unopened condition makes Dave's copy of Stadium Events three times more valuable: he sold it on auction site eBay for a breathtaking $41,300. It's thought to be one of only two shrinkwrapped copies of the game still in existence.
Why had he never unwrapped it? He couldn’t see the point. Stadium Events needed a special floor mat controller to play, and Dave couldn't find one.
"The pads weren't available when we went to purchase it," he said. "We never got around to returning the game...lucky us!"
"Lucky us" indeed. Nintendo bought the rights to the floor mat controller in 1988, and recalled the few copies of Stadium Events that reached retailers. Fewer than 200 games are thought to have escaped destruction, and fewer than 20 are thought to still exist. Dave's procrastination earned him a $41,270 profit, which he and his wife plan to invest."
(Yahoo)
This Is One Mighty Expensive Drink . . . . .
Meet Highland Park 1968: The $3,999 Whisky You'll Likely Never Buy
"That's because the complexly rich Highland Park 1968 -- made from a blend of 40-year-old whiskies -- clocks in at a cool $3,999, or about the cost of a nice used car. We know, we know: We can sense your growing outrage. In the dark heart of a recession, how dare Highland Park release such a pricey spirit!"
(AOL)
"That's because the complexly rich Highland Park 1968 -- made from a blend of 40-year-old whiskies -- clocks in at a cool $3,999, or about the cost of a nice used car. We know, we know: We can sense your growing outrage. In the dark heart of a recession, how dare Highland Park release such a pricey spirit!"
(AOL)
Hank Haney's 2010 High Profile Student - Ray Romano . . . . .
The Haney Project Ray Romano
Hank Haney, the world’s top golf instructor, has met the biggest challenge of his career—or so he thought. When funnyman Ray Romano hangs his big dreams and even bigger expectations on Haney’s expertise and world-renowned teaching method, it’s no laughing matter.
Tune in every Monday night as Romano, the Emmy Award-winning actor and comedian, takes the stage—er—tee in an attempt fix his game and finally break 80.
Will Hank’s knowledge and experience be enough to stand up to Ray’s laughable swing, or will Romano’s game be the only thing cracking up? Tune in Mondays at 9 p.m. ET.
(GolfChannel)
Why Do They Make It So Difficult If It's So Simple . . . . .
Women Reveal Why They Give Their Digits
Learn how to score numbers like a pro
Some lines do work
It's 2010. Pick-up lines couldn't possibly work, right?! Wrong.
Guys aren't succeeding with the tired old "your legs must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night" BS. But at least two of the girls (unknowingly) admitted to having given out their digits to guys who were running text book game.
Our pal Kimberly, for example, told us she gave a guy her number because he was "straight up." But when asked what that means, she elaborated, "He told me, 'this is something I normally don't do, because I think you're out of my league and [I] don't know if I could be lucky enough... But can I have your number?'" Then he asked if she wanted his number so she could call the shots and, well, she texted him the next day.
If that's not game, we don't know what game is. But it shows us that while women are on the look out for pick-up lines and pick-up artists, they really don't know what "gaming" a girl looks like in the wild. Even after the VH1 shows and the books and all that, women still can't tell when they're being gamed.
So stop being so concerned with if you're being obvious or not and just go for it.
Best place? Anywhere but a club
Every girl we interviewed at some point said they rarely, if ever, give out their number. But then we pressed them and asked, well how did the guys you date get ahold of you? By carrier pigeon?
Their answers were revealing -- women only consider it "giving out her number" when it's at a club or a bar. If you meet her in class, at work or through a friend of a friend and ask for those digits, you will probably get them. Why is that?
Guys go to the club to get laid. Girls know that. But that's not why girls go to the club. They go to the club to dance. That makes sense -- anyone who's been in a long term relationship can cop to the fact that their lady, at some point, uttered the phrase, "Why don't you ever take me dancing?"
So who are the girls you'll find at a club? Slightly drunk, dance-happy packs of single girls who have their guards up and their rape whistles in their purses. Why bother?
As Marie, from NY, told us, the best place to pick up a girl is "somewhere respectable" like a coffee shop or a museum. Or a comedy club, like where our pal Michelle met her current fling.
Sometimes clubs work - if you are a male model
When we asked the ladies we interviewed what it would take to actually get them to give their numbers to a guy in a club and seriously consider going out with him after, they across the board said it would take a "hot guy." Like an underwear model or an actor.
Or, as Meredith from New York, put it -- "Jack White can have my number any time." So Jack, if you're reading this... give Meredith a call.
(MadeMan)
Learn how to score numbers like a pro
Some lines do work
It's 2010. Pick-up lines couldn't possibly work, right?! Wrong.
Guys aren't succeeding with the tired old "your legs must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night" BS. But at least two of the girls (unknowingly) admitted to having given out their digits to guys who were running text book game.
Our pal Kimberly, for example, told us she gave a guy her number because he was "straight up." But when asked what that means, she elaborated, "He told me, 'this is something I normally don't do, because I think you're out of my league and [I] don't know if I could be lucky enough... But can I have your number?'" Then he asked if she wanted his number so she could call the shots and, well, she texted him the next day.
If that's not game, we don't know what game is. But it shows us that while women are on the look out for pick-up lines and pick-up artists, they really don't know what "gaming" a girl looks like in the wild. Even after the VH1 shows and the books and all that, women still can't tell when they're being gamed.
So stop being so concerned with if you're being obvious or not and just go for it.
Best place? Anywhere but a club
Every girl we interviewed at some point said they rarely, if ever, give out their number. But then we pressed them and asked, well how did the guys you date get ahold of you? By carrier pigeon?
Their answers were revealing -- women only consider it "giving out her number" when it's at a club or a bar. If you meet her in class, at work or through a friend of a friend and ask for those digits, you will probably get them. Why is that?
Guys go to the club to get laid. Girls know that. But that's not why girls go to the club. They go to the club to dance. That makes sense -- anyone who's been in a long term relationship can cop to the fact that their lady, at some point, uttered the phrase, "Why don't you ever take me dancing?"
So who are the girls you'll find at a club? Slightly drunk, dance-happy packs of single girls who have their guards up and their rape whistles in their purses. Why bother?
As Marie, from NY, told us, the best place to pick up a girl is "somewhere respectable" like a coffee shop or a museum. Or a comedy club, like where our pal Michelle met her current fling.
Sometimes clubs work - if you are a male model
When we asked the ladies we interviewed what it would take to actually get them to give their numbers to a guy in a club and seriously consider going out with him after, they across the board said it would take a "hot guy." Like an underwear model or an actor.
Or, as Meredith from New York, put it -- "Jack White can have my number any time." So Jack, if you're reading this... give Meredith a call.
(MadeMan)
What Level Beer Drinker Are You . . . . .
1 Sober
You haven’t had anything to drink. You (probably) have all your motor and social skills completely intact. You are perfectly capable of talk to any law enforcement officials that may crash the party. This is as good as you are going to be on a unicycle. Try and remember that later on in the night, as unicycling will only sound like something easier and easier to do as the night progresses.
2 Buzzed (AKA “buzzed” or “pretty good” )
You’ve had a few beers and you just start to feel a twinge of that warm feeling you get when you have a few. Things that would usually bother you become a little bit easier to deal with and most people are perfectly fine with letting you operate things such as grills and small power tools. You feel like you are starting to float a little bit and you just feel wonderful. You don’t even need to drink that much more because you like where you’re at. Yet, you usually continue to drink and that’s where things start to get a little messy.
3 Really Buzzed (AKA “tipsy” or “getting there”)
The internal map of your surroundings has been skewed by a few trips to the Ice House. You accidentally kick over the beer you were drinking or accidentally start knocking things over. You start to notice that things aren’t exactly where you left them. Maybe you bump into someone from behind and they spill just a little bit of beer on themselves. No harm done. You apologize and they laugh, but you don’t exactly understand why you are having a hard time navigating because you “haven’t had that much to drink.”
4 Drunk (AKA “plenty boozed” or “drunk”)
You have met your quota for alcohol intake for the night, but that’s the Catch-22; you realize that you have had enough to drink, but the drunk voice in your head is telling you that you should keep drinking more anyway. “You’re just starting to be fun. The party is just getting started!” says your inebriated brain. Talking starts to sound LOUDER. And you notice that there is now a heightened level of concentration that you have to use when reading your internal map to do things you wouldn’t usually have trouble doing. Things such as making it to the bathroom without knocking a magazine off the coffee table become extremely complicated. Or if you are at a party, you may have trouble remembering where the bathroom is. Things start to take a little bit of effort on your part and this should send up major red flags. No talking to anyone important for the rest of the night. And stop texting your ex!
5 Really Drunk (AKA “Schknockered“ or “don‘t tell him we hid the beer”)
You will know you are at this stage when you notice that you are swaying a bit when you stand and slurring when you try to form coherent sentences. This will prove arduous, as you will feel the need to tell really long and rambling stories that don’t seem to have any semblance of a point and don’t seem to be heading towards a logical conclusion. When you hear a girl tell a story about a cat, you will interrupt and talk about how you heard NASA was planning on sending cats to space and how that was a terrible idea. You’ll mention how they have no opposable thumbs and cats are moody and wouldn’t relay vital information back to Cape Canaveral because felines always have their own agenda. And a half an hour later (after you lose complete control of the volume of your voice) you’ll be talking about how Buzz Aldrin wasn’t an f’ing cat because you met him that one year you got thrown out of space camp. Others at the party will be talking about a loading you into the first cab they see and getting you home before you do something you’ll regret.
6 Blitzed (AKA: “done“ or “the guy we quit serving an hour ago”)
Remember earlier, when you were accidentally bumping into people and spilling their drinks? We’ll that was 10 beers ago and your brain is telling you that you don’t have time to wait to pee. You now feel like a running back and have the ability to run through large crowds of people. When you see a hole you hit it hard like Tecmo Bo Jackson and just start plowing through people like a drunken, screaming steamroller. People start to yell at you, or want to fight you at this point. You have jumped the shark my friend. Your act has gone from being funny to being obnoxious. Your internal map now looks like a war zone. Everything you touch seems to break and everyone you talk to is hostile. Nobody wants you at the bar or party anymore. You are a party Nazi. You have come in and blitzkrieged everything in site and somebody should physically force you out of wherever you are to prevent further damage. And usually somebody will.
7 Blackout Drunk (AKA “somebody else‘s problem“ or “Inmate: 218567”)
And then there is the brutal end. It’s like dying, but with 100% more consequences. This is the level where most inappropriate or crude phone call are made. Everything you do now you will regret tomorrow. You should be in bed or near bed at this point unless you are getting sick in the bathroom. But, on the plus side, remembering where the bathroom is no longer a problem because the world has become your toilet. There is no accidentally about it–everything you do looks like a battle plan. You are a mixture of Shiva the Destroyer and a golden retriever that has yet to be potty trained. If you talk to the cops, it will only be because they have you handcuffed in the back of their squad car. Apologize to everyone you meet the next day. Trust me. And get the hell away from that unicycle*!
8 Hospital Drunk
Somehow you managed to drink enough beer to go to the local hospital. Congratulations, as you’ve won a free stomach pumping and thousands of dollars in medical bills. Come to think of it, if we’d have just let you ride the unicycle, you would have sprained your wrist and saved yourself a lot of time and insurance claims. Our bad, Drunky.
(Guyism)
They Make Some Good Points In Their Argument . . . . .
1.) The protest of, ‘just try it,’ is much more likely to have a positive reaction for marijuana use than for anal loving. But that isn’t necessarily bad news for gay marriage. Once pot is legalized and its soothing smoke seeps into congress, people will start to care less about things, and gay marriage will be legalized with a simple, “whatever.” It might take a few extra sessions for anything to get accomplished, but eventually, gay marriage will be knocked off of the ‘to do’ list.
2.) God doesn’t hate pot. There is a narrow minded argument floating around that God hates gays. He just does. I don’t know why, I guess he’s just a prick. And after all, gays weren’t created in his image, they were corrupted when they caught the highly contagious homolaria, a creation of Satan not Yaweh.
But pot? How can you argue that God didn’t create marijuana. It’s a plant. Even if God doesn’t exist, he probably created pot.
3.) You can’t sell gays. When marijuana is finally legalized, it will be a huge cash crop for our government. It just makes sense financially. When marijuana finally gets legalized, we will be able to claw our debt stricken country back to the top of the economic food chain through a forest of “sticky ickie.”
After all, it’s not about what our country can do for us, it’s about what gay marriage can do for our country. Maybe they will legalize gay marriage when they figure out a way to tax rainbows and mustaches.
4.) There is a minimum of 15 years before a new milestone in civil rights can be placed. Sorry gay rights, it’s just science. With the election of a black president in 2008, civil rights wont be eligible until 2023 to take another step forward. And by that time, gay marriage will have to fight to beat out our first elected emo congressman, equal wages for women, and the emancipation of robots. It could be a long time before gays get equal rights.
5.) No Hollywood movement. Stoner films have been around for the past forty years. Cheech and Chong made us laugh at the illegal, but harmless exploits, of two pot heads for years. I don’t see any Cheeks and Dongs movies coming out any time soon. Marijuana has already seeped into our culture through movies and music, and has created countless icons. There were the 60’s, Bob Marley, The Grateful Dead, Sublime, any rapper excluding Will Smith, Outside Providence, and Seth Rogen. I can’t think of one Hollywood Icon that can properly represent gay rights.
(COED)
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