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Jack Wilson will flash the glove, serenade you, and then suck your blood.

April 9, 2007

I stayed away from the headline “Jack Wilson, Phil from American Idol, and Batboy: Brothers. Bike Cops” for obvious reasons. And we’re not ones for the look-alike post, but the thought of Jack Wilson turning into a bat (flying, not baseball) is all too real.

For those of you who aren’t my mom, the guy in the middle is Phil from American Idol. Super-creepy looking, but nice guy. The gentleman on the right is Batboy, from the only truly reliable news source on Earth, the Weekly World News. He has been pictured shaking hands with 4 presidents, captured Saddam, and went to the moon. The guy on the left is the vampire that plays shortstop for the Pirates. I think he’s sucked all the blood out of the front office.

Kyle and Kurt Busch. Brothers. Bike Cops.

February 23, 2007

For Lent, I have decided to give up not watching NASCAR. That’s right, my February resolution is to follow NASCAR this year. How has it been going?

The first race I watched ended with a .02 second difference between 1st and 2nd and a car crossing the finish line flipped over on fire. I was waiting for two of the drivers in the final wreck to get out of their cars and run to the finish line.

So as I take a look at CNNSI’s driver power rankings (with my guy Tony Stewart #2), I notice Kurt and Kyle Busch’s pictures. I knew they were brothers, but I had no idea who was older… until I saw the pictures (Kurt-right, Kyle-left):

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Gee, I wonder who could be the older one? Kurt looks like the frat guy that played intramural softball as if it was everything in world to him… because it probably was. Kyle looks like he’s 12. He’s more of the freshman at his first keg party. “Beer tastes awful.”

Here’s the question: Will Kurt eventually put his brother in a head lock and give him a noogie after Kyle passes him for a win? And what will Thanksgiving dinner be like: “Could you pass the green beans like I passed your ass in turn 3?”

At least we know grandpa still has it in him: