The Deuce Goose

when shit happens, it usually happens in my mouth

11.15.2003

Baylor played their best game of the season this week losing to OU by only 38 points. Unfortunately, that means OU didn't cover the enormous 53 point deficit given them by Las Vegas. In retrospect though, the bet on OU even at -53 was solid. Consider these statistics: OU averages 1 sack per game, Baylor sacked OU's quarterback 5 times today. Baylor had it's longest drive of the season today with an 18 play drive in the 2nd quarter. Baylor ended that 18 play drive with a field goal that was their only scoring play in the game. Unfortunately, that 18 play drive ate up over 8 minutes of game time which certainly slowed down OU's overpowering offense. OU averages 48.5 points a game. OU has won it's last 13 games, those 13 games amount to 780 minutes of play, OU has led the game in 776 of those 780 minutes. Yes, OU let me down today, but the fact remains that they remain the single greatest football squad ever fashioned from flesh and bone.

11.12.2003

Well the line's out on the OU vs. Baylor game this Saturday. Baylor is being given 53 points. Personally, I think that's an insult to OU. I will be very surprised if the score is not 53-0 at halftime. There is absolutely no way that OU will not beat that line. Well, that's not true, there are a couple of ways. If Stoops decides to start the game off with his third stringers and only fields nine players the whole game, there's a chance OU won't win by 53 points. Analysts are saying that a betting man should take Baylor and 53 points. I say, why the fuck would anyone bet against the most dominate sports affiliation ever assembled on earth? Two and a half weeks ago Baylor played A&M and A&M beat Baylor 73 to 0. The following week OU beat A&M 77 to 0. That little nugget of trivia speaks for itself. But if you can't hear it, it's saying, "Only a fool would bet against OU. Bob Stoops scores 53 points every time he rips ass."

11.9.2003

Wow, I just stumbled across this site. It's the homepage for the band Captured by Robots. The band is made up of one dude and five robots. Initially, this sounds interesting if not pretty cool. Then you go to the site, download one of the video clips, and throw-up on yourself due to the aural assault you're subjected to upon viewing the clip. It's garbage and it makes me hate. I should have known better when I went to the site and saw that the lone human in the group is a sick looking, white dude who wears a nasty fucking S&M mask (think: the Gimp from Pulp Fiction) and a t-shirt with prosthetic bloody guts hanging out the front. The robots, or, the gimics responsible for this fucked up band's fan-base, are for shit. These fucking robots don't sing, dance, or even play any real music. In fact, calling them robots is a fucking stretch, and certainly an insult to an Aibo or any legitimate robot. They "play" music by sensing when their jerk-off human starts screaming into the microphone and begin randomly plucking strings and banging drums. So, what have you got? You've got 5 bullshit, semi-robots randomly generating sounds from their instruments and one dipshit in a pathetic Halloween costume screaming nonsense and gyrating around. It's fucking amazing that people like this shit, the jimmie's been doing this shit for years and has concerts all the time in Chicago. I mean, there's music out there that I don't really like and prefer not to listen to, but at least I can recognize the artistic value of it's existence. This shit is art like flinging horseshit at a white wall is "art".
The single redeeming virtue of this musical farce is a "song" the dude sings about wishing he could live inside the pussy of a 50 foot tall woman and not wash clothes or do dishes, but just live in a pussy. That idea put a little glaze on my eyes for a couple of minutes, but then I remembered how mind-numbingly stupid everything else about this band is, and I seethed with anger.