So far this season, I have watched about a total of one hour of live NFL football, split between two games: The first 30ish minutes of Bears @ Packers on TNF before the rain delay, and the last 30ish minutes of Saints and Dolphins in London. Not having a team
AFTERNOON - SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA - NONDESCRIPT OFFICE BUILDING INTERIOR
[An extremely pale but handsome young man sits at his desk, trying to do anything but work. Sensing a presence behind him, he minimizes his open window to a complicated looking spreadsheet and turns around.]
Low Commander: Yeah, so, that'll be done in-- Oh,
This is a collaborative post from the sick and horrible minds of Old School Zero and Low Commander of the Super Soldiers. You have been warned.
[Up in the owner’s box of the vast, expansive, huge, massive, otherworldly large, Brobdingnagian, 30,000 27,000 seat StubHub Legal Scalping Center, DEAN SPANOS sits alone and looks out over the
YAXKIN MULUK, 900 BC - GRAND TEMPLE - INTERIOR
[The HIGH PRIEST stands before a glorious golden altar leading his congregation of hundreds in prayer. The square-shaped room is massive, with high ceilings and an opening at the very center showing sunny powder blue skies above. An entryway at the far
The battle for your dollar rages on in the beer industry. For the last 2 decades, "Big Beer" in North America has tried many different tactics to try and quash the looming threat of micro-breweries taking their existing revenue: threatening to pull advertising to networks airing shows promoting micro-breweries, running
Good afternoon, denizens of debauchery. I am here to tickle your taste buds as our own Yeah Right enjoys a week off from being a mad kitchen scientist of epic proportions. This week, I am going to share with you the fine art of the ultimate lazy Sunday morning breakfast,
Welcome back to the grind, folks. There may be a few people fortunate, prepared or unemployed enough to not have to work today, but for the vast majority of us, your alarm started screeching at you like the forced laughs of a thousand arthouse movie patrons while it was still dark
Ladies, Gentlemen and Beings of Inconceivable Horror, welcome to yet another guest edition of the Beer Barrel without Make It Snow. I am Low Commander of the Super Soldiers and much like Mattingly's sideburns, you just can't get rid of me. But fear not, for I have an extra special edition
What's happenin', everybody? Low Commander here, filling in back by popular demand for another week in the ol' Beer Barrel! Our Make It Snow went and got all married last week (Congrats, Lady Mrs. Snow!) and I can only assume they are both currently quite inebriated on a beach somewhere,
Good afternoon, beer coin-a-suers. [DFO's] resident drunk beer reviewer, Make It Snow, is an a lot of something else right now apparently, and as BFC pointed out last week, guest posts are a happenin'. I am your Low Commander of the Super Soldiers, and this week you are stuck with
FEBRUARY 2017 - MIDDAY - INGLEWOOD, CALIFORNIA - CHARGERS/RAMS JOINT STADIUM SITE
[Three well-dressed men exit a limo and approach a chain-link fence, bordering a sprawling quagmire of mud]
STAN KROENKE: The foreman is telling me that this rain may cause a serious delay.
DEAN SPANOS: How serious?
DALE KOGER: With the high rainfall so far this
SERVER: Welcome to Cafe Fina on Monterey's beautiful Fisherman's Wharf! My name is Nick and I will be your server today. Can I start you off with anything to drink?
CUSTOMER: Well, I...
[DOOR FLIES OPEN]
JOHN MADDEN: EXCUSE ME, BUT YOU APPEAR TO BE SITTING AT MY TABLE, AND WHEN YOU SIT AT