If you think watching a minor league baseball game is boring, just try working at one. Here’s how the guys in the booth for the Trenton Thunder break-up the mind-numbing monotony.
Wow, even this chick thought that was a pretty funny practical joke.
There’s cage fighting and then there’s gay fighting and rarely do the two ever mix. But gay-cage fighting is exactly what a crowd of Little Rock spectators got when they showed up to an event called “Blue Collar Brawlin” back on June 5 which was actually an elaborate gag for Sacha Baron Cohen’s new film entitled Bruno.
Crowds in Arkansas came for the lure of cage fighting and $1 beer, but police say what they got instead was men ripping each others’ clothes off and kissing — a stunt suspected of being orchestrated by Sacha Baron Cohen of Borat fame. …
Fort Smith police Sgt. Adam Holland said organizers told him a character named “Straight Dave” would goad a planted audience member into the ring for a fight.
The two men would then wrestle, rip away some of their clothes and share a brief kiss reminiscent of one between Baron Cohen and Will Ferrell in the film Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.
Producers said “there would be a romantic embrace,” Holland said. “They said it was kind of to essentially make fun, poke fun at wrestling — two guys rolling around on the floor, all sweaty.”
An elaborate array of mounted and handheld video cameras caught the crowd of 1,600’s reaction as the two men “went right up to the line” of the city’s morality laws, Holland said. The two men stripped down to their underwear, kissed and rubbed on each other, the sergeant said.
The audience, as well as local fighters drawn to take part in the show, became enraged. “It set the crowd off lobbing beers,” Holland said. “They had beers in plastic cups. Those things can get some distance on them actually.”
Holland said it took officers about 45 minutes to clear the convention center, as the two actors sprinted away through a specially set-aside tunnel.
So, the fight wasn’t real; big deal. According to Lyoto Machida, neither was the Forrest Griffin-Rampage Griffin fight.
Links:
[GlobeAndMail.com]: Arkansas fight fans fall for Baron Cohen stunt
Remember way, way, way back in the day when you and your friends all gathered around the television set for a good, clean day of food, football and booze, then, suddenly, it was all ruined made even more awesome because of some nipple slippage rippage during the game’s halftime performance? You guessed it, we’re talking about Super Bowl XXXVIII. As male adults, we all loved it. However, the parents of younger children were far less excited about the whole ordeal; in fact, many were downright outraged. So, can you just imagine the hellish fury that would be unleashed if this were to happen in America?
Fans who tuned into New Zealand’s Prime TV yesterday afternoon were exposed to four minutes of hardcore pornography instead of a rugby match.
The network’s owner, Sky, blames the mix-up on a technical problem. The feed was intended for a different channel. “We apologize for any offense which may have been caused,” spokesman Tony O’Brien tells The New Zealand Herald.
TVNZ reports that regulators have received at least one formal complaint about the incident.
“(I was) horrified! It is not the sort of thing I want my 12-year-old to see on TV,” Lorraine Watts tells ONE News. “It was a full blown sex scene.”
“Full blown sex scene,” you say. Hmmm, did one of the participants happen to be named Mr. Boston?
On a side note, VH1’s “I Love Money” is gonna be CRAZY!
Links:
[USAToday.com]: Oops: Station airs pornography in place of rugby match
[Steady Burn]: Kids Rugby Broadcast Accidentally Spliced with Porn
If you watched the instant classic between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal on the Wimbledon grass then you know all about the celebrities in attendance. Well, you at least know that Gavin Rossdale and Gwen Stefani were there because the cameras showed the power couple at least once every ten minutes. However, you might have been too star struck to notice the “others” who showed up to the matches.
With the blankest of blank expressions on their faces, these mysterious figures have been popping up in the most unlikely of places.
The faceless mutants have a penchant for A-list celebrity bashes and have been spotted at Elton John’s White tie ball and Harrods summer sale, opened by Sex and the City star Kim Cattrall.
With a membrane of skin stretched tightly over their eyes, noses and mouths, the alien-like figures were most recently snapped ‘watching’ a match perched on Murray Mount at Wimbledon.
Oh, those were aliens!? We thought those faceless freaks were this dude and Joan Rivers.
The football season is slowly creeping up on us and, before you know it, the pigskins will be flying once again. Of course, the kickoff of the college and pro football schedules really signifies something much bigger: tailgating. Now, you might think you have the ultimate tailgating setup with your generators, barbecue grill, big screen television and gigantic team flag, but you really don’t have anything until you equip your truck with one of these bad boys.
Getting a Party-A-Cargo tow hitch mounted kegerator accomplishes these four things:
Allows you to pour up to 160 ice cold keg beers all day long with only one keg and a 20-pound bag of ice. (Sorry Can Man, you’ll have to recycle someone else’s empties.)
You can play your music for up to 12 hours without using your vehicle’s battery. (Obviously the guys in the video recommend some AC/DC but you can play whatever you like.)
You’ll head into your game or concert without having to clean up empty beer cans or reload heavy and dirty coolers back into you vehicle. (The locking doors ensure nobody will steal your beer while you’re inside the venue either.)
More importantly, you’ll be the envy of every tailgater in the parking lot. (If you can’t round up some random poon with this on the back of your vehicle, you will probably remain celibate for the rest of your life.)
The old saying goes, baseball is about 90 percent mental and 10 percent physical. However, we kinda think the adage came around before the sport’s introduction to steroids, but we’re going to take it at face value for argument’s sake. So, in that case, this must be one of the most monumental mind game moments in the history of the sport.