Pizza Guys, Pizza Guys

Okay, we couldn't find a wav.file of the Pizza Guys' theme song from City Slickers...but we have the best part of the movie for you here:

So I'm doin' this job on 60th and 3rd. Big, friggin' ballbreaker of a job, right?. And we got the area roped off, you know, so some shmuck don't come and take a wrecking ball between the eyes. All of a sudden this woman, you know the type, with the big dark glasses, the Bloomigdale bags, she starts walkin' right through the ropes. I yell down at her, "Hey! You can't go there you stupid bitch!" Suddenly, this steam fittin' bursts, and this enormous two thousand pound goddam crane crashes right down on her legs! And she's screamin' "My legs! My legs!" and I say, "No shit, your legs; you got a two thousand pound goddam crane on 'em" Now, do you know how in an emergency you can get like superhuman strength? I reach down and I lift this crane, and Ernesto was able to slide her out from under, and the doctors were able to save her legs. So the moral of the story is don't walk where you're not supposed to walk 'cause there might not be someone with superhuman strength to save your little ass. And don't do drugs. That's it.

Why did we go through the trouble? Baseball Prospectus' Pizza Feed on Monday, JACK! We're not sure how much we're going to eat because, well, we'll be too busy arguing...er, rather, discussing baseball stuff. The only bad part about the event is being on Watt Avenue after 5:00pm. Yah, you're city might have traffic, but you really have no idea until you've sat in 110 degree heat on Watt with no air conditioning and moved 300 feet in 30 minutes. People have run out of gas and never heard from again trying to get from I-80 to US-50 or from US-50 to I-80 along Watt Avenue even after filling up before embarking on the journey and packing a lunch.


The Rick Peterson Reality Tour is settling down, but we thought we'd throw a few links of interest if you haven't seen them, yet.


From the hallowed halls of Jacksonville University. Rick was a Dolphin. Why don't more school mascots go with the moniker 'The Fighting...' in them? It opens a whole new door of names. The Fighting Lawyers, The Fighting Nurses, the Fighting Kitty Cats.


This article is a puff piece that appeals to the person who enjoys puff pieces and attends motivational seminars on business matters. They are usually looking to shed their 'Associate' status and become a vice-president. The Fighting Associates, the Fighting Vice-Presidents of Southwestern Development...


If it involves stuff there's someone trying to write a book on how it's a 'science'. The Fighting Scientists, the Fighting Research Analysts...


A local flavor piece from the Leb Val. Almost makes one weepy for the armpit of the United States. If you've never been to northeastern Pennsylvania, a popular hobby is counting the teeth in various people's heads. If you get to double digits more than twice in a day you win. The Fighting Dentistal Hygenists...

Video Killed the Radio Star

If you're a big fan of radio comedy you may want to check out MLB.com radio. We recently listened to an AL West centered show that was so bad that it was laughable. The content on the A's was just asinine and the rest of the division sounded like it did not feature teams worth the New York Yankees' left over salt packets. The show's hosts mentioned they liked Terrence Long in centerfield (he of the most errors by an AL outfielder in the 21st century) and that the Angels were loaded with great pitchers and had a rotation 6-7 deep. Of course, they couldn't remember the names of more than four of the pitchers. You would have thought Disney would have threatened to sue if they didn't mention the Angels as the World Champion Angels.