We’re happy to announce that Say Hey got a nice shout-out on the 20th episode of the Washington Post Live’s Blog Show. Since it’s the last episode before Labor Day, Jamie Mottram and Dan Steinberg–two blogfathers of the sports interwebs–looked back on the best of the summer that was. Among the myriad estival highlights was our little Stomper breakdancing clip (2:35 mark). Who said that Oakland never contributed anything to civilization?
Other highlights include Mr. Met getting his bhangra on, Brady Quinn’s photo gallery of beauty and the lost YouTube of Chris Farley’s Christian Laettner recreation reimagining.
With the recent hubbub over The Simpsons Movie, we decided to take a page out of the Boston Globe’s book and applied the treasure trove of time-wasters, the Simpsonizer, to your favorite Bay Area superstars and ours, from Senor Bonds to Baron to Miss Jessica Alba and more…
In any event, Baron represented the Bay at last week’s ESPYs and the always sharp point guard put together quite the ensemble. With Leather described his outfit as “Hamptons Hobo.” Other ideas include “Burlingame Bum,” “Haute Tenderloin” and our personal (nonsensical) favorite, “The Sausalito Sailor Surprise.”
Thanks to the always fashion-conscious WL for the photo. The best part is clearly the red handkerchief.
This media-roundup video of the 1995 Draft is a little long, but full of gems, including the debate between Jerry Stackhouse, Rasheed Wallace and “the safe pick,” Joe Smith. It’s downright painful at some points.
Aside from a young(er) Gary Radnich and a Mark Ibanez sighting (!), our favorite part is this Greg Papa quote: “People want to get Karl Malone and Derrick Coleman and all these great power forwards.”
We’re not sure why, but we can’t get enough of “Uh, Meatball?”
The “Q&A” ad campaign from a couple years ago was one of the best ad campaigns in recent memory. Granted, this year’s team isn’t exactly bubbling over in personality, but we would still enjoy a renaissance of the spots.
Some possible questions:
“Hey Barry Zito, is your mattress really stuffed with $100 bills?”
“Hey Randy Winn, do you ever sit in Bonds’ leather recliner, just to piss him off?”
“Hey Matt Cain, if you had to shoot one player on the team, who would it be? Vinnie Chulk, right?
“Hey Bruce Bochy, do you cry yourself to sleep?”
“Hey Mark Sweeney, have you given any HGH to any leftfielders this year?”
“Hey Ray Durham, has anyone ever told you that you look like my friend Devin?”
“Hey Luis Figueroa, how does it feel to embark on your 11th professional campaign as a non-roster invitee? I mean, you’re 5′9″ and 33 years old. Maybe you should try your hand at law school or something?”
“Hey Randy Messenger, why do you wear your hat like that?”
Last week, we celebrated the magical victory of Evan O’Dorney, the Danville boy who seized the National Spelling Bee (along with the collective hearts of America). Well, it turns out the little kid is not as socially competent as you would think a home-schooled, super-speller might be. He’s actually pretty ornery. Kids these days.
Danville, California is now the nation’s spelling hotbed, as eighth-grader Evan O’Dorney’s Jordanesque Lebronian performance at the 80th annual Scripps Spelling Bee landed the 13-year-old lexicon lover in the pantheon of all-time spelling greats like Anurag Kashyap, Peg McCarthy (who later went onto an illustrious career as a pirate … zing!) and Barrie Trinkle.
O’Dorney, who eats fish before spelling bees (really), seized the day with his victorious recitation of the correct spelling of “serrefine.” Some may say that O’Dorney’s victory may be tainted by the controversial–and quite frankly, egregious–disqualification of perennial favorite (and five-time LOSER) Samir Patel, but not us. O’Dorney won that shit fair and square:
O’Dorney finally won with a series of relatively simple words — at least for him: pappardelle, an Italian pasta; yosenabe, a Japanese soup; and his winning word — serrefine, small forceps for clamping a blood vessel. An unusual practice technique may also have paid off for O’Dorney: His mom, Jennifer O’Dorney, quizzes him daily on words out of Merriam-Webster’s dictionary as he juggles as many as four balls while walking around his home.
He said he sees mathematical patterns while he’s juggling and spelling words aloud.
Ladies and gentlemen, the first genius in the history of Danville. Honestly, we didn’t even know Danvillians could read, what with all the cows and whatnot.
As for the young O’Dorsey, his life dreams include embarking on a career path that leads to becoming a math teacher or music composer. Good luck, young Danvillian. Just remember: never, ever become a sad, lonely blogger.
Because it’s Memorial Day weekend, because it would be a shame to be anything less than patriotic and because it’s not a good day to sit in front of the computer all day, here’s a classic Borat clip that celebrates our national pastime:
Back in the 80s, every team could be counted on to make a cheesy rap video. The Niners’ version includes stellar solos by the likes Roger Craig, Jerry Rice (1:30 mark) and Ronnie Lott (2:20) , among others. Sadly, Joe Montana did not partake in the festivities.
It’s really just a gold mine. In so, so many ways.
Contrary to what you may think, sports bloggers are not all-knowing. This unfortunate fact came to a head when Jason at Ballhype lost a friendly wager on the Warriors-Jazz series. The Warriors’ crushing defeat resulted in a Matt Barnes mohawk and very well done YouTube video rife with some Dallas series nostalgia (remember that Barnes dunk over Dirk), classic barbershop clips and even a Say Hey cameo.
Remember how Bobby Brady always used to follow Greg and Peter around, trying to get involved in their wacky schemes, voicing a complaint or two in the process? Well, that phenomenon apparently applies to the lesser known family members of steroid-users trying to get attention as well. We had Ozzie Canseco earlier, and now this…
For today’s hilarious unintentional humor, we bring you Bobby Bonds Jr., little brother to our lovable Barry. Bobby Brady Bonds Jr., who had “warning-track power” in his playing days, drives a forklift when not displaying his baseball knowledge. In an interview with the Newark Star-Ledger, Bonds Jr. revealed that he thinks everyone is being too darn mean to his brother:
“Cut the steroids out, just look at my brother as a human being. He stole bases, he ran, he caught the ball … It’s so hard to justify what’s going on with baseball and how they’re treating him.”
“I’m really proud of my brother,” Bobby Bonds Jr. told the Star-Ledger. “It’s unfortunate that reporters take it to another level and not just look at him as a human being who loves the game. I don’t care if it’s negative or positive, at least in the history books, they’re going to know our last name!”
As much as we like the description of Barry’s career (”He stole bases, he ran, he caught the ball”), it’s that last sentence that really puts Bobby Jr. out in la-la land. Oh yes, your last name will be known. And you know the reporter totally put that last exclamation point in there to make the quote seem that much more ridiculous.
Michael Jordan defined the role of the athlete in popular culture. For the last 25 years or so, he’s been a spokesman for Nike, Gatorade, Haines (ugh) and a variety of other products. With the exception of the current puzzling Kevin Bacon campaign, just about every commercial with His Airness has been wildly entertaining. Here are our favorites.
10. The first Jordan-Mars Blackman commercial: They went on to do a whole series of black and white ads, and in every one of them, Spike Lee looks 12 years old. How does such an annoying person make such good movies?
9. The Bible of Jordan, read by Spike Lee: This cutesy, nostalgic commercial aired almost 20 years after the original Mars Blackman ones.
A little more Warriors coverage before looking at the rest of these so-called sporting events …
First things first: Warriors fans have been nervous all day to hear if Jason Richardson (who had some type of altercation with a Dallas fan after being pushed into the stands in the closing minutes) and/or Stephen Jackson would be subject to discipline by the league. Well, we’ve got good news and bad news … And they’re both the same: Jax is in the clear but J-Rich is still under investigation, according to Janny Hu. [Chronicle Blog]
Who’s the pressure on? Avery says the Warriors have “ten thousand pounds on their right arms right now.” The statement doesn’t really make sense in the first place, but Marc Stein says Avery sounded more hopeful than convincing. We’re inclined to agree. [Daily Dime]
The general consensus around the webs is that this series is pretty magical instant classic. Henry, just imagine if you were a Warriors fan. [True Hoop]
As for us, we have to admit we’re pretty nervous about the next two games. Up nine with three minutes left, we had an excellent chance to end the series. Yeah, the Mavs played perfect ball and the refs didn’t help anything, but it was a choke-job. We had the conference champs and blew it, plain and simple. And aside from whistling childhood tunes in a really, really cool manner, if there’s anything that Omar from The Wire has taught us (and Wee Bey), it’s “you come at the king, you best not miss.” Take special note of the final 60 seconds:
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Danville, California is now the nation’s spelling hotbed, as eighth-grader Evan O’Dorney’s 
Remember how Bobby Brady always used to follow Greg and Peter around, trying to get involved in their wacky schemes, voicing a complaint or two in the process? Well, that phenomenon apparently applies to the lesser known family members of steroid-users trying to get attention as well. We had 