Emmylou Harris & Gram Parsons - Love Hurts

Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee by Jerry Seinfeld

Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee by Jerry Seinfeld

The Los Angeles Lakers have only won 3-out-their-last-20 games; this can be explained by a little-known Laker fun-fact: did you know the first letter in the name Lakers is a silent F?

Cray-cray on the Tay-Tay, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers

“TMZ” got a picture of Eagle singer, Glenn Frey, buying a porno mag from an L.A. newsstand. Hey, Glenn, there’s a new kid in town: He’s called the Internet.

The South is experiencing a cold snap. In Miami it was so cold, Justin Bieber was arrested for drag sleigh racing.

Prior to the Olympics, the Mayor of Sochi announced his city does not have any gay people. As a result, a gay bar in Sochi, Club Mayak, just named a new drink The Sochi Mayor: two and you will forget who you had sex with too.

Today is Media Day at the Super Bowl. Media Day is the player’s second least favorite day. Their first least favorite? “Check The Strength of Our Athletic Cups Day.”

In Philadelphia, a New Jersey man crashed his car into a Crown Fried Chicken, got out, stripped naked and began to masturbate; he was charged with a DUI, indecent exposure and impersonating a Florida resident.

New Jersey is considering making marijuana legal; that way, if they smoke pot, they can still smell that odd New Jersey odor, they just won’t care.

A 100,000-signature petition to deport Justin Bieber from the US has to be reviewed by the White House; and they say our government doesn’t work . . .

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Today is Media Day at the Super Bowl. Media Day is the NFL player’s second least favorite day. Their first least favorite? “Check The Strength of Our Athletic Cups Day.”

In New Zealand, a diver was bitten by a shark, killed the shark with his knife, stitched his leg wound and then went to a bar. Sadly, when he got to the bar, he ordered an Appletini. Ruined the whole thing.

Since you asked:

Saw the documentary on the legendary backup singers “20 Feet From Stardom” and it was good. Sometimes great, sometimes depressing. Here is what I learned: Phil Spector, albeit a genius, was even more of an assh*le than we could have thought. And he is in prison for shooting a woman in the head.

When Mick Jagger talks about Merry Clayton, pregnant and wearing curlers when driven to the studio to sing at 2:00 AM, how she blew the lid off the joint in “Gimme Shelter,” I had to clean my brains off the walls.

Here is all you need to know about what is wrong with the music bidness, and possibly our country in general: Darlene Love was working as a house cleaning lady scrubbing a toilet and listening to the radio when her song “Christmas” (Baby Please Come Home) came on.

Pretty sure that if I worked with a guy who suggested the Super Bowl be played in an open stadium in New Jersey in February, I would move that said employee not make another suggestion for at least a month.

Pretty sure if I worked with a guy who suggested the Olympics be awarded to a city, Sochi, in the heart of the most ardent and violent Islamic extremists outside of Afghanistan, Syria, Palestine or Yemen, that guy would no longer be employed with our firm.

You brought up Richard Sherman, so let’s talk about him.

Seem to recall the term thug being thrown at Richard Incognito more than a few times. (By the way, it is universally agreed by the Miami players Incognito did not bully Jonathan Martin. Loved what Dolphin receiver, Brian Hartline, said about the Incognito/Martin scandal in “SI”. Something to the effect that if one of his friends ratted out/exposed his phone messages or texts, he would also appear to be the biggest a-hole in the world)

Richard Sherman is not a thug. He is a poseur. He enjoys the back-and-forth of his Compton/Stanford duality of man. He likes his dreads, trash talk and pounding his chest as much as he likes to use the words whom, nor and neither. And groves. As in; “The fans would come out in groves.”

Listen, I like Richard Sherman, mainly because he is funny. Often on purpose. He is an amazing defensive back. 

Do I want Richard Sherman at my next backyard grill party? You bet. Say what you want, the man is not boring. Do I want Richard Sherman on my football team? You double bet. Do I wish Richard Sherman would eat a giant, steaming piece of Shut-The-Hell-Up pie? You can triple bet.