Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The worst commercial of all time



Seriously, nobody and I truly mean nobody, likes seafood this much. If there's one thing you don't pay cheap for, it's seafood. Talapia? More like steroid injected goldfish. There's no amount of money you could pay me to eat there. I can understand going out for seafood once a month or so, maybe even on Fridays during Lent, but c'mon people. This is the type of place you go once and say, "Holy shit there is no way we are coming back here." Preach.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

These idiots gotta go



After watching way too much ESPN, I've decided that following guys have just gotta go. Literally they are no help to themselves, the network or anybody watching.

Jay Bilas


This guy is just the height of Duke narcissism. Seriously, this guy will not let down from the fact that he doesn't think VCU should have gotten into the tournament...EVEN AFTER THEY MADE IT INTO THE FINAL FOUR. Fuck off, bro.

Doug Gottlieb


Aight, this guy isn't as bad as Bilas, but even he can't admit when he is wrong. The dude has been consistantly incorrect about just about everything this tourney, last tourney, and just his overall swagger. Yeah, I get it you played NCAA hoops, but really bro, that doesn't make you an analyst.

Finally, Mel Kiper Jr.


I cannot stand this whatsoever. This guy still gets on ESPN during the lockout. Really? Yeah we know the draft is going to happen, but nobody givs a flying fuck cuz there's a lockout. Not to mention you've been paid to bump other players more than others by agents. Are you really a czar of college football scouting? If I spent all year watching college football, I'd be able to tell who was going to be drafted first, second and third too. Seriously, this guy has to go more than anyone else.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Quest has begun

This is going to be the ultimate test of this blog/my social media skills. I am going to attempt to get a date to a Red Sox game with Barstool's Jenna Marbles in a few weeks. I'm calling on my worldwide, Good Will Creeping network to get this done. It appears our first stop will be Ireland....let the campaign begin!


DUBLIN, IRELAND: Sean Chapman

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HELP, PLEASE WRITE THE SAME MESSAGE PLUS YOUR LOCATION, TAKE A PICTURE AND SEND ME AN E-MAIL to Brendan_f_lynch@yahoo.com

Monday, March 21, 2011

Tiger Woods dating 22 y/o UNH volleyball player?



I cannot believe this either. On the one hand, good for her. Seriously, way to pick your target. Total win in her book, she will never come anywhere close to this type of gold digging ever. In fact, this is probably more amazing than any of Trump's wives. Just perfect timing, on the rebound. Will she be at the Masters? Who knows, but this girl will def get a cool million out of this. Easy. Lay up line type stuff here.

On the other hand, really, Tiger? Seriously, you couldn't scout a model? A VH1 reject or a former Bachelor contestant? Wow bro. Not only that, but he's totally doing a water-downed version of what Charlie Sheen is doing with his "goddesses" and shit. His PR people must be furious with him. There is no right way of explaining this. Like she isn't even famous at all? This is the only person that can accept you? Wow. Even I could get this chick by buying her and her friends a few rounds at the bar. Great job, tiger, this one's for you.

The Fellowship of Myself: My upcoming journey




April 11th. This is when it begins. I will be making one of my last, no responsibility to anyone, voyages. That's right. Not to work. Not to my family. Not to school. Not to a semi-questionable woman. Nothing.

April 11th marks the day I will exit my extended family's place in rural Pennsylvania, essentially my own Betty Ford clinic. A place where I have been extensively job hunting, lifting, tweeting, and DVD'ing. Just straight training. Training for this has been akin to this:



Can it be done? Yes. What are my goals? This basically is going to be my "rich kid sojurn across Europe summer before college" trip. Will it expand my horizon? Most likely. However, this is not my first rodeo. I am well within my young man's veteran status. I am no longer the fresh faced recruit Private Blackburn from Black Hawk Down about to fall out of the Black Hawk helicopter upon entering my first barn, no I am Eric Bana.


First up will be Pittsburgh. Your essential stop over. Get a few quick jabs in. A refresher course in the art of bachelorhood. This is a lay up. Getting in gear for the journey ahead. This stop will to tie up a few loose ends. My goodbyes have already been said, but this will basically be like my general store before hitting the Oregon trail.

Next up will be the journey to NYC. NYC will be the wild wild west. I have friends sporadically spaced across the Long Island/Brooklyn area. What will I be doing? No idea. Could I stay out all night? Very possible. Could I find the love of my life in NYC on this blessed night? Of course. Let's hope she looks like this:

....and not this:


In any case that will be the biggest obstacle and unknown of my trip. I have absolutely no clue where I will be staying or what I will be doing when I am there but basically will just be hoping for this:

But if I have the storied and played out romance of one night in NYC, I'll be hoping for more of this:


Following this pre-determined night of multiple variables, it will be off to the homeland of Boston for at least a night or two. I expect my return to be on par with any of the historical returns home...






Ahh hometown of beantown. Looking forward to hitting up Quincy Market with some old friends, family and perhaps some Boston rappers, who knows. Again, my goal is to find my special lady...

....and not


Finally I will make the final push to the hollowed grounds of Saint Anselm College. This is my Mecca. I have spent more time on this campus than anywhere else in my life. That's no lie. And not just cuz I didn't graduate on time either. Seriously, I still know kids there. I expect my arrival to be akin to Caesar marching on Rome. Like Odysseus returning home to Ithica. Michael Keaton showing up to bang Michelle Pfeifer...


Once again, I will try valiantly to find my dream student companion...


....and not, um, her


And then it's done. But who knows. I go back to these places so often, I could probably do it again. But not all at the same time. The key is not to make it a yearly farewell tour...like someone else I know.


Anyways, when the journey begins I will be VLOGGING my journey via my soon to be purchased flip cam. Stay tuned, and I will continue to train...

Friday, March 18, 2011

Twitter: Who am I talking to?


Okay so I've been on Twitter for a while and I felt like its about time to discuss who's been tweeting me. The list is long and interesting and random, but most importantly, most the shit I say is just jokes and shit so it's pretty tight when I get a tweet back from someone semi to actually famous. Boom goes the dynamite.

Here's the list, in no particular order:

Mugsy Bogues


Caspier Van Dien of Starship Troopers


Boston Rapper and The Town Actor, Slaine


Boston's Boy, Sammy Adams


Nikki Benz


Boston Rapper Taygo


Jenna of Stoollala and Barstool Fame


Myke, Fiyaman, Fortier


Jenna Haze


US National Team member and Vancouver White Caps FC captain, Jay DeMerit


Azteca TV, and probably my biggest Twitter pull of all time, Ines Sainz


Gordon Edes, head of ESPN Boston


NESN's beautiful Heidi Watney


Red Sox Daniel Nava


Phoenix Marie (but you already knew that)


MLS legend, Taylor Twellman


Madelyn Marie (wowzer)


Red Sox legend and NESN color guy, Jerry Remy


I'll be doing this again in about a month or so. Stay posted and get on Twitter. One love.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Whose name and number should I put on my jersey?



As a sports fan, this is one of the most important decisions you can make. Multiple factors are taken into account in this day age. Contract length, free agency, position, etc. Most importantly you need to like the guy! Also, you don't necessarily want to go with the top guy and blend in with all the other fans. Your jersey should stand out.

First off, I'm never going to get a pitcher's name and number. Pitchers are too scrutinized and can fall out favor faster than Charlie Sheen quotes. Some might say, well what about the closer? No fucking way. Sure Papelbon saved 40 last year, but we all know he's on his way out this or next year for Bard. Most importantly, I never pitched. The only pitcher I would get is El Guapo.


These type of jerseys are great, the character/role player jerseys. I'm still trying to get my hands on a Celtics Brian Scalabrine jersey for this very reason. You will get lauded with compliments for these. True sign of a fan. But I don't have any player jerseys for the Sox so I the debate continues.

Ortiz? Too old, on his way out. JD Drew? As much I like him, he's the most hot or cold player for the Sox ever. Youkilis? He's kind of a dick and not in a good way. Ellsbury? I don't think he's signed long term and is trade bait. Also important? The Red Sox are not wearing this away jersey currently, so I've got to make sure it's a player that played during that time. So I've narrowed it down to two people. First up, Dustin Pedroia.


Total dude. Total bro. 2008 AL MVP. Total loudmouth. This guy encapsulates me. In my younger days I played 2nd base and the outfield so this is probably the most similar guy to me. But alas there are quite a lot of Pedroia jerseys floating around Red Sox nation that it almost makes me think that I can't get it. The only logic choice is clear.


Brian fucking Daubach. Hero of my youth. Utility player to the extreme. THE most streaky player in Red Sox history. Consummate Dirtdog. There would be days they would walk him to face Manny. Others when they could soft toss a softball and he would foul it off. Brian Daubach is my choice. It was he who gave me my best memory at Fenway. Guy went 4 for 6 in July of 2002 including a home run to tie the game up in the 8th and then a walk off in the 10th to win it. Was sitting next to my now deceased grandfather who made his own Red Sox fame making National Geographic's look at Fenway Park as the portrait of a Red Sox fan one month after he died. Powerful stuff:



Anyways, I don't care if Daubach never hit .300, made an all-star team, or anything like that. I've got a great memory of the dude that nobody can take away from me. After he hit the extra inning game winner, he took a curtain call. The next day on the cover of the Boston Globe was a picture of this. Amongst the fans near the dug out looking at him tip his helmet, I am clearly on the cover, front and center. Now if the Globe weren't such tight wads when it came to back articles, I'd be able to post that picture here. Oh well, I work on that, but Daubach it is.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

My Fantasy Entourage Roster



I've been contemplating this for some time since the premier of the HBO show of Entourage. However, as opposed to bringing my boys from home, and believe me there are bro's I will bring out when I hit the Powerball or Mega Millions, these are the dudes that I would definitely be in the limo on the way to Caesar's Palace.


Never has a man, ultimate power forward in his time, totally transcended the accomplishments on the playing field as Charles Barkley has in the commentary booth. Barkley will tell myself and the crew when to shut the hell up, organize various questionable women, and will no doubt involve gambling into the equation. A solid pick as the "You won't do it, you pussy" role. Absolute Big Man, playing the 5 for my squad.


Next up, Willem Dafoe. A lot of people are going to be surprised by this pick. Let me explain. First of all, we need a guy that is going to DD when it comes to getting us from point A to point B, we need a guy that will bail us out of jail, a bro that will lend us cash when we're out of money, and most importantly will help me when I get separated from the rest of the crew. He's the stable one, he's the glue, but also, if shit goes down, I want Sgt. Elias/Green Goblin on my side. No doubt he will pull a knife and just go bat shit crazy if really provoked. Totally necessary to keep this guy in the fold.


Dave Attell, the consummate dirty comedian. Although Barkley and the rest of my picks are loaded with comedic talents, Dave will be able to continuously spout foul language and needs to no time to adjust to surroundings. He's also the type of dude that will find the weird homeless guy or various other questionable character for our crew to engage in conversation/folly. Having hosted Insomniac, he'll also be able to find anything to do at night no matter where we are are in the world. He'll know where to get crazy and will be the mouthpiece/jester of the crew.


Pierece Brosnan. 007. Perhaps better looking than me. Total gentleman. Irish. Now granted, he might steal from some thunder from me, but there's no way when I need the go to wingman I am bringing with me Willem or Attell. At some point, fame won't count and I need a total dude to role 2 on 2 with. Not to mention, once again, if shit goes down, who is going to fuck with James Bond and a foaming from the mouth Willem Defoe? Yeah, didn't think so.

The Bullpen:

Now granted a TRUE entourage, not counting Ari, Billy Walsh, or Dom, is really 4 dudes. But you know what, I don't care. This is my roster and I need to fill it out. Here are the boys that I will gladly float in and out of the starting 5.


Alec Baldwin, total 5 tool utility player right here. He can totally get weird with Charles and I, discuss random shit with Willem, drink scotch at the bar with Pierce, and without question get rowdy rowdy weird/drunk with Dave. He's also had his share of TMZ voicemails leaked so I know he can totally kick ass. Let's not forget he's the most famous of his brothers, so he's totally into the bro-hood mentality. Solid pinch hit right here or if Pierce goes on the DL.


Bill Walton is a total game changer. The Manu Ginobli of my line up. This guy will entice everyone with his post UCLA day glory that will no doubt give us ripe material to riff off of. Bill Walton is the guy we will be peeing our pants quoting the next day. The other thing that's important about Bill is that he probably won't go after any chicks and will most likely go to bed early. That's fine, come in, do your job, then back to the bench. He's also the type of quack that will order an amazing breakfast spread or have the most sound munchies for us to have when we return from the abyss of going out. Not to mention, I could listen to this guy tell any story ever. He'll make even the most benign drinking tale sound like a passage from Leviticus. Can't miss pick here.


John Kruk. Pure magic. We need a fat dude. It's kind of a unwritten rule in the bro society. Not necessarily a bad looking dude, but somebody needs to be the heavy dude and I'm not counting Charles. Kruky is the dude who will be loading up on the free buffet, 25 cent wings, and will be ordering Bud Heavies. Fuck Nutrisystem. Also important is that he will most likely be the dude who we play the practical jokes on. The antiquing, warm water treatment. Bill walton will find a way to find some spider from East Timor and put it in his room, with us giggling locking the door from outside. Most importantly, John Kruk is probably the most normal person on the team. Without question. Can't have all oddballs and crazies on the team. There has to be a few dudes that will just laugh and not try and banter.


Finally, Jeff Van Gundy. Another interesting pick. He's my guy on the bench where I don't know how he'll fit in. I traded prospects to get him. At times he has great commentary, but I don't know if he's going to go full throttle with us. That being said, he could totally knock it out of the park. The dude that gets way too drunk at karaoke, the short guy that starts a fight, the one guy that doesn't want to go somewhere. He's totally necessary to the team. He's like our little brother, maybe even rookie status. I'm not sure, but I'm taking this guy into battle. He's our Corporal Upham. He's the guy that makes sure that our room gets comped or we get the best deal, maybe he books our travel plans. Who knows. All I know is, I need him.

Didn't make the cut: Stan Van Gundy, Pat Burrell, Bret the Hitman Hart, Jim Gaffigan, Jimmy Fallon, Dave Chappelle, Skip Bayless, Pitbull, Antoine Walker, Brian Scalabrine, Deion Sanders, Eliot Spitzer, Tom Menino, Billy Baldwin, John C. Reilly, Lewis Black, Eric Cantona, and Bear Grylls.