Showing posts with label Tennis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tennis. Show all posts

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Roger Federer, Rafa Nadal, and Andy Murray: The Three Baseliners Live in Concert



SATIRE — Hey middle-agers and seniors!
Are you longing to the glory days of tennis?
Can't keep up with the new and upcoming faces of the racket sport?
Do you remember the days when tennis was about hitting the ball to the other side of the court and not worrying about top-spin, racket technology, or which banana or power drink was needed for replenishment on the change-over?
Do you hate having to watch players towel off after every single point?
Well, have we got news for you. Ronco, in association with Hack Productions, brings you...

The Three Baseliners In Concert
Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal, and Andy Murray sing the praises of the older generation of tennis players.  They sing their hearts, hearkening to the days when men's tennis shorts were...well...just short!  Here they are singing that classic song:

Johnny Mac (Sung to the tune Jimmy Mac)
Johnny, Johnny, oh Johnny Mac when are you coming back
Johnny, Johnny, Oh Johnny Mac when are you coming back.
My arms are tired blue, no one hits the ball like you
I am going to lose the set when you charge to the net!
Johnny, Johnny, oh Johnny Mac when are you coming back
Johnny, Johnny, Oh Johnny Mac when are you coming back.

Yes, when the Three Baseliners get singing you'll be wishing for chippin and charging. Here they are singing about another baseliner Ivan Lendl tribute:

Robot Man (Sung to the tune Nowhere Man)
He's a real robot man.
Hitting all his wild forehands
Doesn't give a chance to win for nobody.
Never sad and never jolly
Doesn't know the serve and volley
Making all his Wimbledon plans for nobody.

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I'm a Borg (Sung to the tune "Bitch")
I'm a Borg, I'm a stroker
I am stern not a joker, there is nothing I can't do
I send right across to you
I'm a God, I am Thor
I am better than before
I can hit down the line
Wimbledon will be mine
You know I couldn't have it any other way.

Purchase this package now and we will send you a free Rafael Nadal/Roger Federer duet performance.  Watch and admire their unswerving dedication and passion as they sing:

To All The Players I Beat Before (sung to "To All The Girls I Have Loved Before)
Nadal:  To all di players I beat before
Federer:  We bagled their asses out the door.
Nadal: I know it may be wrong.
Federer: But we enjoyed it all along
Both:  To all the players we beat before.

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Soon you'll be hearing "The Three Baseliners" crooning it out for a glowing Rod Laver tribute:

Tie Me Tennis Shoes Up, Mate (Sung to the tune Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport)
Tie me tennis shoes up, mate.
Tie me tennis shoes up.
I've been falling all over the place
Tie me tennis shoes up.

You'll get these and other great songs like the Andre Agassi-inspired "Crystal Meth Persuasion" and the Tipsarevic-inspired "I wear my sunglasses on court."
Call and order now and we'll even send you the crappy wooden racket that Bjorn Borg won his first tournament with. Our operators are standing by!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Binge 2010: The Mardy Fish, Andy Roddick, Novak Djokovic Dinner (Satire)

SATIRE — Somewhere in New York on the upper west side, they got together for their secret dinner.  They were excited.  It was the anticipation of the event plus the fact that none of their respective coaching staff knew.  Mardy, Andy and Novak sat down, each neatly and formally dressed. Their table was on the second story with a multitude of customers just below them. 
It was a suave French restaurant which boasted two stories of fine atmosphere and dining.  There were loyal patrons on both floors soaking up the elegant ambiance and quite ambivalent to its exorbitant pricing.
Djokovic:  You having something from the seafood section, Fish?
Fish:  Very funny, Joker.  Gawd, you should have been in stand-up.  Your jokes, your impressions and the way you look when a shot does not go your way....
Roddick:  Come on, ladies.  Let's get down to why we are really here.  Let's get this five course sucker started with an appetizer.  Waiter!
Waiter:  (In a French accent) Good evening, Monsieurs.  May I take your ordeur.
Roddick:  Yeah, I am going to have five cheeseburgers, onion rings, a slurpee....
Djokovic:  Hold on there B-Rod...
Roddick:  It's A-ROD....A...like the first letter in the alphabet or is that not the first in the Serbian one..what is it...Alpha? Call me Alpha Rod...
Djokovic:  Look, you cannot go ordering American fast food in a French restaurant.  (To the waiter) Monsieur est-ce que vous pouvez porter les escargot pour tout le monde avec un belle bouteille du vin?
Waiter:  Bien sur, Monsieur.  Je reviens.
Fish: What the hell was that all about?
Djokovic: I just ordered the appetizers and a nice bottle of wine.
Fish:  Awesome dude.  I don't care what kind of crap they make here as long as they cook the red meat medium rare that is all I care about.
Roddick:  Hey Fish you did quite well out there before the US Open.  Joker, you did well from the start of the US Open.
Fish:  And you did well at neither events.
Roddick:  Get off of my back, Fish.  Do you realize that each of us has beaten Roger Federer.  How many people can boast about that?
Djokovic:  Um... Nadal, Berdych, Baghdatis, Murray...
Roddick:  You know what Djoker, just shut up.  Okay.  Shut up.  Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else finding a new ailment in case you have to retire?
Fish:  Hey guys.  We are here to binge.  Cut the crap, here comes the waiter.
The waiter serves them with freshly baked escargot swimming in a delicious garlic sauce. The three men devour the appetizer.
Fish: That was great.  What the hell was that?
Djokovic:  In the interest of everyone involved, I will tell you later on in the evening.  I went ahead and pre-ordered the main course and you guys are going to love it.  This place serves the best Beef Bourguignon ever.  They are going to bring it out and leave the pot in the middle of our table.
Roddick: An all you can eat beef buffet?  That is awesome!!!
Fish: Truly excellent!!
Five minutes later, the waiter brings out a huge pot of Beef Bourguignon and places it at the middle of the table.  He gives each athlete a healthy portion of buttery smooth mashed potatoes. The men eat at a ravishing pace and in only slow down about 45 minutes later.  Finally, all of them pull to a slow stop and each one is holding their belly. 
Fish:  Oh my stomach!  I used to be able to put this away with no problem but I am not sure I am going to keep this down.
Roddick:  Me too.  This stuff really weighs you down.  It came down with a vengeance and my stomach has a little bounce.
Djokovic: I guess this is as good as any time to tell you that the appetizers that you ate were really snails swimming in garlic.
That revelation was the last straw for Mardy Fish.  He stood up but his newly grown belly caught the end of the table hurling its contents over to the unsuspecting patrons eating below. Large amounts of Beef Bourguignon splattered all over the floors, tables and people's faces. 
The large heavy pot landed square on top of an obese bald man who was eating a Waldorf salad.  He ate a piece of the beef before realizing what happened.  "Not bad" was all he said before conking out of consciousness and falling to the floor.  His nagging wife got up and looked at him.
Nagging Wife:  You see, I told you red meat was bad for you but oh no does he listen...
High above the wavering chaos, the three men watched in horror the calamity that their fallen food had caused.  Watching at the rail, Roddick was the first to hurl downwards adding his own contents to the swirling pandemic below. 
Fish, not to be outdone, followed suit.  Djokovic who did not feel sick, felt compelled to vomit to keep the bond of friendship between them intact.  Meanwhile, the first floor patrons slipped and slithered to the exits adding their own regurgitation to the growing sloth. 
After all the accounts were settled with the restaurant, the three went out the back exit and stood on the street waiting for their rides.
Fish: Well, we will have to do this again sometimes.
Roddick:  Yeah but not here though.
Djokovic:  With all the money we threw at this restaurant, I still do not think they will have us back.
Roddick: Strange as this may seems, I am hungry again.  Anyone for Skyburgers?
Fish: I am in.
Djokovic: Me too.  But this time I think we will do take out and maybe eat in the limo.
Roddick: I am with you on that one.  Let's go.

END OF BINGE I

Saturday, September 18, 2010

2010 US Open: Venus Williams vs Francesca Schiavone (The Transcript)


SATIRE — One of the most compelling and dramatic matches at the US Open this year was the Williams-Schiavone match.  It is now available in fine print for all to enjoy.  Upon special request, it can even be ordered in braille for the hearing impaired.

First Set Highlights
Williams: Aargh!
Schiavone:  Aw hee!
Williams: Aargh!
Schiavone: Aw hee!

Second Set Highlights
Schiavone: AW HEE!
Williams: AARGH!
Schiavone: AW HEE!
Commentator:  That is great tennis.  The crowd is even into it.  They are helping either player by softly chanting AARGH or AW HEE when that particular player is about to hit the ball.
In a completely unrelated incident, a 47-year-old man staying at a seedy hotel in the Bronx, phoned the police when he kept hearing his neighbor's television up to loud.  He described what he thought was a Nadal-Sharapova tennis match.
Raphael Nadal:
UNGHHHH! Maria Sharapova: APPOOO!
Rafael Nadal: UNGHHHHH!
Maria Sharapova: APPOOO!
The neighbor continued to notice that the tennis shots must have gotten faster because each player was picking up speed and volume.  Strangely, it all seemed to subside with a large UNGGGHHHAPPPOOOOOOOO!
The police arrived and all were completely surprised that the real Rafael Nadal and Maria Sharapova came out of the room holding lit cigarettes.  Upon going their separate ways Sharapova gave a Nadal a little smack on the rear and cooed a small "appooo."
No charges were laid.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTmCmGFv-nw&feature=player_embedded

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

A Dennis Miller Rant On The Current State Of Tennis At Bleacher's Report

Hello Tennis Boobies,
Your articles have been coming out like “Ellen” with her big announcement from her sitcom.  It has been slow, painful to watch, and the climax was like …”oh it’s a gay thing.”
Now, I don’t want to get off on a rant here people, but do you call yourselves writers?  I’ve seen better writing on a grimy inside of the men’s’ bathroom stall.  At least that takes my mind of the minor constipation caused by the one too many cheese nachos from Taco Bell. Bad news is that I got to get out before 2:30 rolls around.
You people at Bleacher Report carry on like you actually know these tennis players.  Have you ever actually talked to these people outside their sport?  Ever talked to Roger Federer on an escalator to a three-story department store?  No, because he doesn’t go there and if he did, you would be stammering there in front of him like Forrest Gump trying to figure out which chocolate is giving him the hives.
The people I like most about B/R are the plagiarists.  If you don’t know what plagiarism is, look it up on someone’s article and then copy and paste it on your own. Might as well also do the same with “originality” and cap it off with that great word “irony.”
As we speak, there are at least three articles up that are stating that Roger Federer’s career is over.  Did you guys get together for a sleepover before deciding that all of you were going to spew the same pajama party sh*t? Were you keeping an air tight alibi for each other?

Then we have the Rafa haters, the Roger haters, the Novak lovers.  These articles are like a mixed party snack gone bad.  You never know which one of them is going to make you vomit before it’s too late.
How about those classy, stylish people who call themselves the Brits?  I tip my hat off to you, wave my bowl of strawberries at you, smile before I curtly declare:
Get the f*ck off of Murray’s back already, you vulturous snobby geeks from Coronation Street.  “Oh Dear, Murray has disappointed us again.”  If you showed him half the support you have for lower life animal forms, you might want to have a “jolly old chap” victory celebration when he reaches the fourth round.  Then, maybe, then he will play freely without the weighted burden of British fanny fans on his shoulders.
Here’s a revelation for all you soft hearts out there who feel for these athletes when they lose.  You know what, SOMEONE has to lose.  These athletes get paid a lot of money win or lose. 
My heart goes out to Novak Djokovic for his loss against Rafael Nadal.  Because $200,000 is not enough to assuage his ego, he needs my sympathy to boot.  Poor Roger Federer lost and collected a mere $150,000 and probably the bonus for maybe winning the US Open series.  God, I feel so bad for him.
Lastly, I know I am going to get the comments from the various imbeciles out there not brainy enough to read HUMOR (or HUMOUR if you are Canadian).  If you don’t understand the tone, google Dennis Miller and look up “rant.”  “Oh I didn’t like his rant, it was too angry!”
Support your fellow female writers on this site before you click on the soft porn links.  Of course, that is just my opinion and I could be wrong.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

U.S. Open 2010: Roger Federer in 'The Bourne Descendancy'


SATIRE — Jason Bourne was on the run....again.  Momentarily, he forgot where he was.  After all, he had been running away from the authorities from all over the world.  As he sprinted on, he began to search his mind.  Was it Rome, Moscow, London, Nairobi, Cedar Rapids, IA.....Cedar Rapids??
He remembered now.  He pilfered two ears of corn from a farmer's field.  Unfortunately, the farmer had his four acres of corn under video surveillance and called the local authorities.  Now two police cars were in hot pursuit of the ever-sprinting-ahead Bourne.
They surrounded him.  He stood with his hands in the air as the three police officers approached him.  In one swift move he karate chopped, kicked and subdued the officers instantaneously.  However, in his "too quick for the eye" movements, he also elbowed himself in the back of the head, knocking himself out cold.
He woke up on a small town Iowa prison cell.  He was strapped tightly to his chair which was bolted to the floor.  A huge obese man garbed in a local authority uniform with an over-sized belt holding up a gun and a baton.
Deputy:  I am Deputy Amos E. Anderson.  You are going to talk to me and start by stating your name and where your from.
Bourne: I got nothing to say to you.

Deputy:  Then let the torture begin. Fellas come in here.
The fellow officers come in and the deputy leaves the room.  They work Bourne over for two and a half hours.  His face is littered with bruises, black eyes and puffed out lips.  He is coughing out blood when the deputy walks back in.
Deputy: Well now.  You got something to say, now's the time to say it.
Bourne:  You won't get anything out of me.  I am the best at what I do.
Deputy: Oh and what is that?
Bourne:  If I told you, I wouldn't be the best.  Let's just say that I am a Roger Federer at what I do.
Deputy: Roger Federer, huh?  You like him?
Bourne:  He is the best. No questions about it.
Deputy: In that case, Mr. Mystery man.  We have a treat for you.  Hank, bring that DVD machine with the projector in here.  Bring the Roger Federer loop film in here as well.
As they set the DVD projector up, the deputy had a wry grin on his face.  Bourne continued to look out ahead, ready for more physical torture. 

Deputy: Face him toward the projecting wall and make sure he is tightly bound that he cannot look away.  Oh and make sure those metal clamps forcing his eyes open are on tight.
Deputy:  May I present the Federer-Djokovic match already in progress.  The score is presently 5-4 for Roger Federer and he has two match points.  Oh and just in case you missed it, this part has been looped over again and again.
The highlight reels plays over and over again.  Bourne starts to breathe in quick paces.  His veins bulge and bulge.  He starts to shake convulsively.  After the second loop starts, he looks about to explode.
Bourne:  ARGGH.  Okay, Okay I will talk.  My name is Jason Bourne and I took those corn.  I'll do whatever you want.  Just stop the DVD....just stop it!!!!!"
Deputy:  Ok, Hank.  That'll do.  Mr. Bourne that will be $4025.
Bourne: $4025?  It was two ears of corn I took!
Deputy:  Well, that is $25 for both ears of corn, $2000 for the officers you took down, $1500 for my time spent interrogating you and $500 for the DVD rental equipment.
Bourne:  This is outrageous!

Deputy:  Hank, run that footage again and program it to stop tomorrow morning.
Bourne:  Okay, Okay!  I will pay it. I'll pay the $4025.
Deputy: You mean $6025.
Bourne: What ...um I mean yes I will pay it.  Just let me out of here.
Bourne pays the fee and sets off on the lonely Iowa road.
Deputy:  Hank, keep that DVD guarded safely.  It's a real Iowa cash cow.  
The officers giggle amongst themselves and head out to their local donut shop.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal Secret Agreement To Trade Clothes (Humor)


SATIRE — Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal have reached a secret deal to trade clothing styles for each of their respective dominating Grand Slams.
Nadal has been sporting the same outfit that Federer wore three years ago, being dubbed "Darth Federer" during the evening matches.
Nadal was not coy for his reasoning. "I nid every chance to win US Open.  If I look like Rog, I will win like heem."
On the other end of the deal, Federer is rumored to be planning to sport the pirate attire complete with wife beater and Capri shorts for the French Open.  He is also reported to have been working on his loud groans when returning service. "If this does not work, I am going to build a huge clay castle on the side of the court and bury some unpleasant treasure."
Other players in negotiation for trade in style is Novak Djokovic and Marcos Baghdatis.  Djokovic is planning on growing his hair long and sporting a kerchief (Baghdatis-style) complete with a shiny crucifix.  He is now adopting the habit of kissing the ground wherever he goes.
For his part, Baghdatis is planning to get a buzz cut and go shirtless at the conclusion of his matches.  He has also been working on his Berdych and Soderling impersonations.
World No. 4 Andy Murray was perplexed.  "I cannot understand their thinking.  Did Rafa's sponsors run out of the pink colour?  He's a good friend of mine so hopefully he will take my advice to stick with something different than the black.  Personally, I would go after the Federer 2005 US Open outfit.  Just one thing stopping me though—my pride for being original."

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Roger Federer Passes Torch To Rafael Nadal; Accidentally Burns His Knees


SATIRE — In a closed ATP award ceremony in Toronto, Canada last night, Roger Federer was given a torch that he was to hand over to Rafael Nadal to congratulate him on being the new world's number one in tennis.
As Nadal waited awkwardly, Roger made his way up the steps towards the podium with the flaming torch.  However, Federer missed the last step and fell forward towards Nadal's knees.
It seemed like it was a moment frozen in time with Roger holding the torch on Rafa's knees.   However in reality it was a good minute and it actually looked like Roger was out doing a good barbecue.
"Arrgghh!!!"  Nadal winced out in pain.  "My knis!!!  My knis.", he screamed out.
Roger dropped the torch and went to Nadal's aid as did most of people there.  After a few more minutes, they decided to put Rafa in a stretcher and whisk him off to the hospital.
Before Rafa left, he made a desperate hand motion towards the torch which was still burning on the floor.  Roger picked up the torch.
"Don't worry Rafa.  Take a good year off to recuperate and umm.. you know, it looks like you won't be needing this now, right?  I mean, I'll hold on to it until...umm you know ... you feel you think you can come back and get it again, you know?
"I mean, it will be interesting to see if you can come back, you know.  So don't worry it is in good hands should you come back, you know?  Okay, thanks and bye and umm.. I will be by for a visit after the next grand slam okay?

Saturday, May 22, 2010

The Onion: America's Finest New Source Except For Tennis [Satire]


SATIRE—The Onion News, a self-congratulatory satire paper circulating in the American West has decided to alter its slogan due to its poor tennis coverage. 
When asked why tennis was not listed in the sports section of the paper, Editor Joe Randazzo replied "Aieeeee, ma fung**le.  If I wanna write bout dat,  I ama gonna write about my squash buddies.  Besides, badminton is a fairy sport and it don't matter to me if that Raffie Nadali wins his French Badminton trophy again."
"I only gonna write aboud him if he joins da NBA...otherwise get da f*** out of my face so I can stuff it with my cannolies."
Senior editor Todd "toddie on the poddie" Hanson was more surprised by the question.  "Are they still playing that sport?  I thought they closed it all up when Jimmy Connors retired."
Contributing editor Danny Mulligan said he had nothing to contribute.
Each of the writing staff was asked about the French Open and was completely stunned to find out it had nothing to do with golf but said it did not matter because they hate all things French.
When asked who Roger Federer was, almost half of the writing staff thought he was a razor salesman. The rest drew a blank stare.
Editorial manager Kate Palmer, decided on adding the "except for tennis" to the Onion slogan because she said snubbing talented tennis writers and looking stupid was more of the American way and the Onion did not want to disappoint worldly views of this stereotype.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Real Cause Revealed For Federer's Lung Condition: Chain Smoking (Humor)



SATIRE — Tennis superstar Roger Federer today shocked the world by confessing that he is in reality a chain-smoker.  He held a press conference today in Basel, Switzerland to offer his sincere apologies in Tiger Woods-like fashion. Here is the transcript:
"First of all, I want to apologize to my wife Mirka.  I am sorry that I deceived you and the twins.  I realize the road to recovery is going to be long.  But I am committed to making amends and not having to cough through it."
"I want to make clear that in no way did Mirka ever hand me a cigarette nor did she ever suggest doing so.  She is completely innocent in this ordeal.  I want her and the world to know that I am using the patch and will return to smoker's therapy as soon as I am done here."
"My lung infection was my body telling me that it was not going to tolerate a pack a day while I compete in the Grand slams.  I want to also apologize to my parents for letting them down although, Dad, I did see some questionable plants you were growing downstairs in the basement where my bedroom used to be."
"I want to thank the players on the tour for their understanding.  I want you to know that I will be back better than ever and if you think I was tough after beating you while smoking "camels", you better watch out when I finally kick the habit."
"I hope to back for tennis someday.  I am not sure when that day will be but I think it could be for Indian Wells.  Indian Wells will be a challenge for me because of the great memories and smokes at the reservation over there.   I want to send a big puff out to my friend Chachi."
Although Roger Federer did lose Nike and Adidas as sponsors, he did pick up Du Maurier's and Malboro to compensate.
Upon finishing his interview, Roger was whisked away into his smokey limo where he was rumored to have said "Light me up!" upon entering it.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Andy Murray Inks New Deal With Colgate (Humor)


SATIRE — British No. 1 tennis star Andy Murray has inked a $3.2 million deal with Colgate toothpaste and he does not necessarily have to use the product.
Colgate spokesman David Hork said that he personally spoke to Murray and had very few specific requirements in order to fulfill his contractual obligations.
"Basically we want to see more of what Andy Murray does best and that is to roar like a lion and show everyone his pearly whites.  Whether Murray wins or not, is hardly consequential to our endorsement; as long as he is plenty happy or frustrated, then we are happy."
Andy Murray's dentist is equally happy about this, but not for the same reason.  "I have been after him since he was a kid to use Colgate.  I hope they urge him to use the product because he does not come to see me that often.
"I have resorted to blowing up his photo (see above) to find out if there is any significant decay in his teeth."
The dentist who refused to be named went on about the above photo.  "You see the upper left corner in Murray's mouth?  Check out sector E4.  There is a cavity in the waiting my friend, and you can't air brush that!
"I get frustrated when I see these pictures not only because of the incoming cavities, but also because I can never get him to open his mouth this wide when he is in my chair."
Rumors that a pending Scope Mouthwash endorsement are awash much to the chagrin of the front row of fans who are closest to Murray when he wins or loses a point.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Andre Agassi's Big Misunderstanding


SATIRE — Andre Agassi finally acknowledged that there has been a monstrous error in his new book "Open".
"I meant to say that I had taken Crystal Pez and not Crystal Meth.  I had a serious addiction to the crystal Pez dispensers back in 1997.  It was so bad that I offered to buy out the production company to discontinue the product", he said.
Andre said that the Pez head kept looking at him and providing him with continuous sweet candy.
"I would push back his head and yet another piece of candy would appear.  It was relentless and never-ending."
Agassi at first denied reports that he was using Crystal Pez to his family and the press.  His coach at the time, knew better.
"I would walk in and see him with a family of Pez dispensers and he would try to cover it up.", said former coach Brad Gilbert.
"He tried to make it seem like he was giving these toys to friend's kid but all the candy in each one had been consumed.  That is when I knew that he needed help."
Agassi checked in to the Betty Ford Candy Clinic for severe diagnosis of sucrose addiction.  Four and a half months later, he was clean.
"I just want to say that maybe my experience can be a lesson to others.  Just say no to Pez dispensers.  Don't feel sorry for Pez just because he has only a head and no hands or legs.  Just move on."
The Pez Company has declined interviews but has stated that its Crystal Pez lines are now oddly out of stock.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Newest Testament: The Greatest Tennis Birth Story Ever Told


SATIRE — In the beginning there was Goat. Goat made the world and saw it was good.  He even made some animals in the pasture in his own image. Goat worked hard on creating different things on Earth. His last creation took place just before the weekend (Saturday for the Jews and Sunday for everybody else). That last creation was mankind.
On Friday, March 12, 5025 BC at 4 p.m., Goat let out a huge sigh. "Holy sh**, am I bushed!" And so, He rested and took the weekend off.
He soon got really bored with humanity and so to make things interesting, He decided to mess around with their minds.
"Let me favor one group of people over the other and see what happens." He said.
He soon got tired of that and decided to punish his favored group.
Several thousands of years went by when Goat had an idea. "I know, I will create a flood in which I will attempt to kill every living thing on the planet."
"That might be boring so I am going to put all my cards on this one guy. I will ask him to build a boat. Anything that goes on that boat will survive. Everything else is f***ed. Wait, hee hee. He is going to have to get two of every living thing on that boat. Priceless!"
Noah looking up, could hardly believe his ears. Before any thoughts came to his mind, Goat spoke down in a thunderous voice. "If you want to think of those thoughts, I will smote thee and get someone else to build the bloody boat."
Noah built the biggest boat. It was so huge, he named it "Titanic." It was a huge zoo of animals and a vast laboratory of every insect and plant living on the planet. Some species did not survive because Noah accidentally collected two males hence the birth of homosexuality.
Goat flooded the earth and in doing so killed out one species that had been mankind's worst enemythe Unicorn. The unicorn had literally been a pain in the ass, impaling men and women although the women seemed to not mind as much. Noah who was previously a Unicorn's b*tch, conveniently left them off the list.
Goat grew tired of watching the boat float and decided to run it right into an iceberg.  Luckily, the iceberg was connected to a whole bunch of others, allowing the inhabitants on the boat to get out and survive.
Goat eventually allowed the water to recede and it seemed the large icebergs grew and became huge mountains. Noah and a team went up there looking for food but because Goat in his wisdom had killed everything, they became cold and hungry up there.
They came back screaming "Help! help!" The people by the boat thought they said, "Alp Alp." ...and so the mountain became known as the Alps.
In this small area of land, there came a very brave man who challenged Goat.
His name was Albert Schweitzer. He openly declared his non-belief in Goat. Goat smote him down but the people took great pity and named their land after himSchweitzerland.  It was shortened later to Switzerland.
Another thousand years came and went and Goat got tired of watching from above. He wanted in on the action down below. People were developing sports, entertaining, working and anything else that came with living a human life.
Goat decided to become a human. But how? Who would run the show while he was gone?  Easy, He would simply be in two places at the same time. He would pick an unsuspecting couple, inseminate the wife and become the offspring.
Robert Federer and his South African exchange student girlfriend had just started dating.  Lynette was a stunning beauty who was attracted to Robert's walrus moustache, his good looks and his penchant for Swiss fondue dinners.
Their relationship became passionate and let's just say that this was one Swiss who did not have clockwork-like timing.  Goat brought on a rainstorm in the fields where they lay, prompting Robert to do a coitus interruptus.
Goat planted his own seed in the raindrops that fell onto Lynette who screamed to Robert to get off his arse and cover her with a towel.
A few months later, Lynette learned she was with child.  Robert married her in a small quiet ceremony and they moved to the spicy town of Basel.
It was tourist season and all the hotel rooms were booked for months. Luckily, Robert had been a dynamite TNT technician. He found a huge mountain and blasted a cave out of it, careful not to cause an avalanche.
They brought their animals into the cave and Robert built a huge fire. Goat busy watching all of this, decided to send some of his angel messengers to the skiers on the mountain to tell them of the miraculous birth about to happen.
The skiers were freaked out and a few wiped out on the mountain. Many were tourists and did not know the mountain well and ended up getting lost. Others looked to the stars in the sky and followed the Big Dipper into Italy.
Two or three managed to make it to the cave and bent down on their skis to pay homage to the new Federer who had just been born about fifteen minutes earlier.
After five minutes of loving adoration, they got up and left for the chalet worrying that they may have missed the early-bird supper.
Not happy with just the little fanfare that this birth had received, Goat arranged to have three wise menBorg, Lendl, and McEnroe wonder aimlessly to pay homage. They finally entered the cave seeking refuge from the turbulent storm outside.
Borg, who many had compared to the Swedish god Thor, was the first to speak up.  "We have come bearing gifts. We bring gold (tennis balls), Wilson (tennis rackets), and Nike (shoes) as a token of our worship of the anointed one."
Lendl stepped forward, silently stared and bowed. He then stepped back. McEnroe stepped forward, looked at the baby and scoffed "You can't be serious!"
Just then a tennis ball whipped out from the baby's direction, hitting McEnroe between the eyes. McEnroe blinked uncontrollably and wobbled his head before collapsing.
As McEnroe slowly stirred, all three of the wise men looked at Lynette who was starting to glow with love for her son. They waited in anticipation to her reaction to their gifts.
Finally she spoke.
"What useless f***ing *&^% is this? Open your eyes, it is a BABY.  Could you not have brought something to help us out here...oh I don't know...like DIAPERS....how about ...oh, BABY OIL or CREAM.  What the F*** were you thinking bringing him tennis gear!"
Lendl broke his silence. "I am sorry milady but you should not be taking these gifts in the literal sense. It is very symbolic."
Lynette cut him off. Take your goddamn tennis balls, rackets and shoes which by the way would never FIT HIM! Take them and your God-damn symbolism and get out. GET OUT!! GET OUT!!
Robert Federer ushered them out and frowned while issuing a brief apologetic statement. "I am so sorry but you really came in at the wrong time of the month."
As they faced the brutal whipping wind and snow, McEnroe turned to Borg and said, "I am going to whip your a** in Wimbledon for this."

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Roger Federer Hoists $25 Walmart Nut Bowl For Cincinnati Win (Humor)

CINCINNATI - AUGUST 23:  Roger Federer of Switzerland holds the winners trophy aloft after defeating Novak Djokovic of Serbia in the Singles Final during day seven of the Western & Southern Financial Group Masters on August 23, 2009 at the Lindner Family Tennis Center in Cincinnati, Ohio.  (Photo by Nick Laham/Getty Images) (Photo by Nick Laham/Getty Images)
SATIRE — Cincinnati organizer Keith Levitt was frantic.  He had worked hard and long to make sure that the Cincinnati Masters went off without a hitch.  He knew all eyes would definitely be on the city especially during the men's tour.
Levitt tried to breathe a sigh of relief but he had that nagging feeling that he forgot something.
That something was going wallop him with about a half an hour remaining in the final between Roger Federer and Novak Djokovic.
The realization made his eyes widen with horror.  With one heart-attack induced gasp, he screamed.
"SH*T!!!!  THE F**CK'N TROPHIES!!!
He yelled for his assistant Arnie "Goonie" Gobson.  Gobson was a slow-witted nephew that Levitt promised to take under his wing.
He smacked Arnie's hand with $150.  "Get over to any trophy store you can and get something that involves a tennis theme.  You have to get back here before the match is over so...MOVE!"
Before Arnie could ask any questions, Uncle Keith pushed him out the door.  Arnie did not know of any trophy stores and if he did, this was Sunday. So he went to the only store that he knew could help him out.
He went to Wal-Mart.
He asked almost every associate where he could get a pair of trophies, but no one had any idea of what he wanted.
Finally, one associate pointed out that there were some lovely crystal nut and fruit bowls on sale.  They were $25 each and $45 for the pair.  Arnie bought both and raced back towards the stadium
He presented his purchases to his uncle who then turned white.
"WHAT THE F*** DID YOU DO!  I OUGHT TO SMASH THIS OVER YOUR ....OH SHOOT, Roger has won...give me that!!!"
Levitt raced over and placed the two bowls on the table just as the presentation was about to start.  He started to sweat and if he had eaten anything for lunch, he was sure he would have crapped it by now.
Amazingly, the presentation went off without a hitch.  Levitt did notice the Walmart price sticker on the bottom of each trophy but was not worried as both players had an abundance of trophies not to notice.
Gobson was about to leave when his uncle called for him.  Expecting to be rewarded for his efforts, he was surprised when his uncle asked for his change.
Levitt smiled as his nephew handed over the money.  "Great. Next year we're going to Price Choppers!"