Fresh off a one week fireworks bender, it's Blowin' Smoke #136!
Joining the Cretin ranks this time are Paula & Doug, big Steelers fans and loyal listeners, from Indianapolis! We were thrilled to have them join us and be a part of the show. In fact, Paula claims she has a score to settle with me over our "What The Chicks Are Reading" investigative series. So, we gave her the job this time. Plus, her husband, Doug, shared a great story from his personal police blotter.
Along with Paula & Doug joining us, we also herfed a new Cigar of the Day, talked about an on-call breastfeeding truck, an update to a previous "related" story, craft beer banter, and more including another LIVE call-in edition of "Whose Boobs?"
So, grab your Roman candle, spark a fine cigar and join the herf! It's Blowin' Smoke #136!
The picture below is part of the story Doug shared during the show. Honest.
On a hot summer night, would you offer your herf to the fat guys on leather sofas? Only if it's Blowin' Smoke #137!
And hot it was...sticky too as the Cretins gathered in the famed Havana Room for another smokin' escapade. We rolled out a new Cigar of the Day, paired up a new Cigar Match for you to vote on, and drank a lot of cold beer while the fans worked overtime to keep the smoke moving and the flop sweat bearable. Plus, we also had a surprise call from Clint of 262 Cigars about what he has up his sleeve for us in the coming weeks and months. We be excited!
We also laid out a new contest for you where you could win some cigars from El Freako's stash. Deadline for entry is August 10, 2011. Listen for all the details.
The conversation included hot weather herfing and how it might effect your cigar selection, regular guy interest in the annual trade show, and plenty of weird stories from the web...with the intelligent and classy feedback from our Twitter followers. Cough, cough.
So, shove an ice pack down there, grab a frosty beverage and fire up a summertime stogie for Blowin' Smoke #137!
Hence embedded in the divine and righteous Man Chair enjoying an equally righteous 262'sday with a 262 Paradigm Box Pressed Toro, I am happy now that the NFL and the players' union have finally come to terms and Steelers training camp will begin at St. Vincent College in Latrobe shortly.
While I believe these jocks should make all that they can in their career, like in any other, I did grow weary of hearing multi-millionaires whine about their multi-multi-millionaire bosses not giving them enough money. Putting that aside, I am most happy for the businesses that benefit so much from training camp each year that they will be able to salvage some of their anticipated earnings that were looking like a loss for some time.
What I really hope we can put aside this season, however, is something else. I hope the players will shut up and play football. Today's media and social networking sites have given all of us a platform to spew anything we want to anybody who wants to listen. What it has also given to sports figures is a pulpit to whine, trash talk, pontificate about anything their little hearts desire. OK, fine. We all do it, for the most part, why not them? I have no problem that they use social networking media...none whatsoever. What I do have a problem with is how they react when others react to what they say.
Case in point, Steelers' running back, Rashard Mendenhall. I really liked this kid. He showed up with a chip on his shoulder, slacked off, and lost his spot before having a come to Jesus chat with Coach Tomlin. He got the message. He busted his ass, grew up, took responsibility for himself and worked his way back to a prominent spot on the team. I was happy for him. Was he Franco? No, but I liked liking Rashard. I enjoyed watching him play. He didn't come off to me as much like the arrogant, chest-beating, all-about-me-on-the-highlights assholes that have infected every team in the league. (The Big Ben humping in the AFC championship game notwithstanding.)
Then, a Navy SEAL put a couple bullets through Bin Laden's head. The country celebrates. No shit. That's when Rashard got schooled again. He sent out a tweet questioning the celebrations over Bin Laden's demise...calling it murder, as well as his involvement in 9/11 and suggesting we have only heard one side of the issue and never heard Bin Laden speak. Really, Rashard? Well, the shit hit the fan and soon afterward, Champion, a company that was paying Rashard a lot of money to basically shut-up and play, dropped him like a hot potato. Rashard then showed his colossal ignorance again by suing Champion claiming their actions were an infringement upon his First Amendment free speech rights. Somewhere in Rashard's education, he failed to learn that free speech works both ways, and free speech doesn't mean freedom from consequence or other speech, and other speech might come in the form of cash. If this even makes it before a judge, I would hope the judge would laugh this out of the courtroom.
So, as this football season gets underway, players, please don't distract me. I don't want to have my enjoyment of the game and my team interfered with by what you think about world politics, the economy, elections, chicken salad sandwiches or the over under on Plaxico shooting himself in the nutsack. Keep it benign, cliche and predictable. Please, I will cheer for you, support your charities, buy your jerseys, and make excuses for you when you make mistakes on the field, if you would just shut up and play.
...and that's the way I see it...From the Man Chair.