Category Archives: Culture Jammin’
Via @ritzdeez. I can’t figure out if that’s my head or my soul that hurts.
Found out about this from a clue on Jeopardy! on Friday. Now I’m putting out an APB for a copy. Apparently, at the time it was published, Wade Boggs said he ate chicken every day.
Guy did not expect that I had so recently watched The Cosby Show. Netflix Instant might be the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Oof, the Pirates. It’s like the Mets’ 2010 Opening Day lineup, except with Boyz II Men as the best answer for David Wright.
Do I really think Brewster’s Millions is the best baseball film ever made? No. It’s a really stupid movie. But it’s one of those awful movies that every time it pops up on one of my 15,000 DirecTV channels, I fall into some sort of drooling trance in which time stands still. I don’t know that I’ve ever watched the thing from start to finish, but I’ve probably seen it about 30 times in fits and starts. There are some things the film did well. First, it proved that you can stick John Candy and Richard Pryor in the same movie and not only render them completely unfunny, but you can in fact make them seem almost child-like. I mean, this is Richard freaking Pryor, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t use a single swear word in the entire film.
- Bradford Doolittle, Baseball Prospectus.
I was pretty excited to see Brewster’s Millions on Baseball Prospectus’ list of 10 favorite baseball movies, but then I read the accompanying blurb. “Awful”? “Unfunny”?
Get your head out of the spreadsheet, son. Brewster’s Millions is a classic, and this dude at work who went to film school agrees. The premise is outstanding and the Richard Pryor is Richard Pryor. And “None of the Above” remains the only political candidate to which I could ever give my wholehearted endorsement.
Good story from Alan Siegel at Deadspin detailing the rise of the White Stripes’ Seven Nation Army to mainstay stadium anthem. I’m not a huge White Stripes guy, but it’s about the catchiest song imaginable. I remember plunking it out on the guitar about an hour after I heard it the first time, then seeing Audioslave cover it live only a few months later at Lollapalooza in 2003. It’s a song you inevitably wind up jamming on if you rehearse with a band for any length of time, since someone will certainly play the riff shortly after tuning at some point and there’s so much space for interpretation that you can noodle with it for a surprisingly long time before it gets boring.
I missed this, but apparently a poll last month revealed that 11 percent of Americans would choose Tim Tebow over all other celebrities to be their next-door neighbor. And that kind of makes sense: He’s by all accounts a nice dude — if perhaps a little preachy — plus he’s young and handsome and rich and popular, and if you live next to Tim Tebow you’re probably doing alright for yourself. Plus I bet you’d catch him Tebowing in his backyard every now and then, and you could call your friends and be all, “HE’S DOING IT RIGHT NOW!”
But I’m wondering where you all stand on this one.
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Apparently Katy Perry’s parents are unironically trying to set her up with Tim Tebow.
Please let this happen.
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