It’s Okay To Love Your TV More Than Your Children

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I have a television in my house that I use to watch football. I meant to get this TV mounted on the wall, but have yet to do so because I'm lazy and cheap. This is stupid of me, because I have a son who is a year old and can reach this TV. He has, more than once, walked up to the screen and banged his hands against it. He also threw a toy train at the set once. The throw, mercifully, fell just short.

Both times this happened, I reacted with absolute horror. NO! NO NO NO! WE DO NOT BANG THE TV, YOUNG MAN! The TV's life flashed before my very eyes. The LCD shattered. No more football. No more seeing Tony Bourdain eat meals I have no prayer of eating myself. I found myself shouting at my kid, and jumping over things in order to violently get him away from the set. I get much more upset if the TV is endangered than I do if say, the child is threatening to scratch an armoire, or break an heirloom vase, or destroy some other equally costly yet utterly boring object.

Wives do not like it when you openly covet your electronic goods in this manner. Both times I have sternly reprimanded the child for nearly wrecking the TV, she has reacted with fundamental disdain.

WIFE: You love that TV more than you love your children.

Let's just get this out of the way: Of course I love the television more than my own children. That TV cost a mere $700. I spend that much on diapers every fucking year. It has a functional mute button, which means I do not have to hear it if I don't want to. The people who appear on the TV set are far more articulate than my 1-year-old, and thus more interesting to listen to (unless the people in question are Chris Berman and Steve Young). The TV takes up less space and doesn't leave toys and bits of cake all over the goddamn place.

I don't think it's a sin to love an inanimate object that brings so much joy into your life and provides so much value given what you pay. But some people take that love and want you to think it's all twisted and misguided. OOOOH, LOVING TV IS WRONG! WHAT KIND OF VALUES ARE WE TEACHING THE YOUNGER GENERATION?!

Oh, bullshit. I am through being ashamed for valuing my TV above all other objects and loved ones. In fact, I will leave that TV unmounted, specifically so that my kid can break it and I can kick his ass, and then I can go buy a larger one.

The Games
All games in the Jamboroo are evaluated for sheer watchability on a scale of 1 to 5 Throwgasms.

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Five Throwgasms

Packers at Bears: Reader Roger writes in:

Wouldn't it be way more awesome if safeties DEDUCTED points from a team's point total? I don't know about you but I would enjoy looking at a box score for an NFL game that read: Dolphins 17, Browns -2. Just seems more awesomely demoralizing.

Indeed it would. My old thought was that safeties should be worth 4 points, because they're crazy fucking awesome. Taking points away from the offensive team isn't fundamentally that different from awarding the defensive team two points. But it's way more EVIL to take the points away. It's just a total cock move, and I support the idea wholeheartedly. Besides offensive goaltending in basketball, there are no infractions or plays in any major sport that take points away from a team. And goaltending doesn't really count, since it's just taking away a score that never should have counted. I like the idea of dicking a team out of points it earned somehow. Unless it were to happen to my team, in which case I'd destroy the world.

Falcons at Saints

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Four Throwgasms

Steelers at Bucs: Two years ago, I wrote this post about the death of the black quarterback. This Bucs-Steelers matchup features two black QB's starting (Josh Freeman and whoever Mike Tomlin chooses between Fatwich and Charlie Batch), though the Steelers QB will just be a seatwarmer for Big Ben. Of the four quarterbacks pulled from games last weekend, three were black: David Garrard, Vince Young, and Jason Campbell. As of right now, there are only three black quarterbacks in the NFL who have secure starting jobs: Freeman, Michael Vick and Donovan McNabb. That's it. And Vick just barely makes the list after Andy Reid stopped huffing Reddi Whip on Tuesday. That's down from four black quarterbacks in similar situations two years ago.

Again, this is bad. It continues to feed a very old stereotype that most people abandoned ages ago, but surely some rednecks have held fast and strong to. I certainly don't think racism is the reason why there are so few entrenched black starters. I think it's more that high school and college coaches are less likely to groom black QBs as pocket passers due to presumed (and real) differences in foot speed. Thus, they aren't ready-made for the NFL, thus fewer teams have the patience to groom them, thus JaFatty Russell (who is a poor example to use, but I will use him anyway because it's fun to call him shitty names). I'm not gonna go all Bill Rhoden on you and suggest this is some urgent problem that needs fixing. I'm just saying it would be nice if that number was, say, 10 or something. AND WHY NO CHINESE PASSERS, NFL?

Jets at Dolphins: I like that Braylon will be suspended by the NFL just as Santonio is coming back from his suspension. I think Dustin Keller should strangle a hooker in Week 7, just to keep the string going.

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Three Throwgasms

Giants at Titans: God, it was like the Giants weren't even fucking there on Sunday Night. Those are really painful games to watch in primetime. Those games that are 24-0 or 31-0 before the first half is even over. You've made no other contingency viewing plans for the evening. You put all your eggs in that basket, and the game turned out to be absolute shit. I always want a do over when that happens, especially if I've gone out of my way to make plans around watching that particular game, like if I met a friend at a bar for it or something. NBC should have used the halftime break to switch to a Madden simulation of a better version of that game.

Bengals at Panthers: Nothing is more enjoyable when you have small kids than seeing your kid walk around with a really, really, really full diaper. Just a giant fucking hammock of piss drooping down from their waist. I swear they almost touch the floor sometimes. I wish there was a way for diapers to tell you how much piss they've absorbed. I'd give anything to open up my kid's diaper in the morning and see the diaper indicate that he slept in a quart of his own urine. I'd high five his ass for that.

Cowboys at Texans: Gary Kubiak had a chance to beat Washington last week in overtime by kicking a 52-yard field goal. He elected to punt instead. I know the Texans eventually ended up winning, but Kubiak remains a HUGE pussy for not going for the win. Christmas Ape explained to me that, "Rackers hasn't tried a 50+ yard kick since 2008 and is less than 50 percent from that range in his career." Okay, fair enough. Now a counterargument: HE'S STILL A TOTAL FUCKING PUSSY AND THAT KIND OF SHIT WILL COME BACK TO HAUNT HOUSTON DOWN THE LINE. I promise you, Houston will be in the position to go to the playoffs or win a playoff game, and Kubiak will fuck them over by making a completely gash call like that. That's like electing to kick off if you win the overtime toss. They should have lost that game on principle and he should have been fucked with a longhorn.

By the way, it's always fun when the Cowboys are terrible, especially in year when they're expected to do well. Same with Notre Dame. As much as I hate Notre Dame, I'll always tune into their games on the chance I'll see them lose, because they usually DO, and because watching them lose is just as fun as it was ten years ago. Schadenfraude never fades. It's an evergreen source of joy.

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Two Throwgasms

Colts at Broncos: The Colts' offense is resistant to the "skip 30 seconds ahead" button on the DVR remote, and I find that vexing. I much prefer a slow, methodical offense that doesn't know what the fuck it's doing. That way, I can hit that button and magically be transported to the next play. It totally worked when the Giants were on offense for three total minutes last week.

49ers at Chiefs: I don't want to live in a world where Todd Haley's methods result in actual success. He even found a way to have a dickhead hairstyle this season. Todd Haley is a cock.

Eagles at Jaguars: I wrote this here, but it needs to be reiterated in more profane terms: Andy Reid is drooling sack of shit who must have fucking slept through the Detroit game and the ensuing two days before waking the fuck up and realizing that Michael Vick is playing kind of good right now. This is how he explained his flip flop to Lofty Peter King:

"I needed to buy myself some time, to think about this and make the right decision.'' He said he didn't want to open up the can of worms by saying he was thinking about it before making an announcement.

But he already opened up a can of worms by making an announcement about Kolb on Sunday. He could have just lied and said he'd have to look at Kolb's health through the week before knowing if he could play, instead of grandly stating Kolb was the starter forever before turning around two days later and saying Vick was the greatest dog fighting QB man has ever known. Moron.

Chargers at Seahawks: That new iPod nano has gone far past the limits of acceptable smallness. You have to be a fucking 8-year-old Cambodian girl to have fingers slender enough to work that touch screen. There's no way someone with fingers as fat and greasy as mine could operate that thing.

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One Throwgasm

Patriots at Bills: My kid has started asking me about death, which I am utterly unequipped to handle. Some dog down the street died, and she won't stop asking about it.

HER: Did the dog die?

ME: Yes.

HER: Where did it go?

ME: Heaven.

(NOTE: I do not believe in Heaven. I think everything goes to black without a trace of soul or memory. Forever. A prison of the infinite. But no fucking way I'm gonna tell a kid that. That's a dick move.)

HER: What's heaven?

ME: It's a city in the clouds with ice cream and stuff. It's way cool.

HER: Am I gonna die?

ME: No.

HER: Are you gonna die?

ME: No.

HER: We're not?

ME: Nope. Good night!

I just flat-out lied. She totally thinks she's immortal now. I regret nothing.

Ravens at Browns: As a Jerome Harrison owner, I'd like to see Peyton Hillis shot and taxidermied.

Lions at Vikings
Redskins at Rams
Raiders at Cardinals

Pregame Song That Makes Me Want To Run Through A Goddamn Brick Wall

"Bark At The Moon," by Ozzy Osbourne. This video terrified me as a child. I dunno if they hired Rick Baker to do the werewolf makeup or something, but Werewolf Ozzy haunted my night terrors. It's a very convincing outfit. In fact, I have little doubt that when Ozzy was in the costume, he took a handful of Quaaludes, then ran out into a London park and slaughtered and ate a visiting family from Luton. You and I both know he was more than capable of such things.

By the way, old Ozzy doesn't look that much different from Benny Hill. Look at him in the Victorian getup. All you need is Yakety Sax and him slapping an old bald dude and it would be indistinguishable from the real thing.

Bonus Scary Ozzy Osbourne Video!

"Shot In The Dark," by Ozzy Osbourne. Again, I found this video terrifying as a child, which proves that children can be scared by virtually anything. It's true. Just walk up to any child right now and fake like you're gonna punch them. Totally freaks them out. Kids are dumb like that.

Anyway, this video is fucking hilarious. That poor, innocent concertgoer. Why is she having such bad headaches? Why does she seem so afraid? Why does she suddenly have black nail polish? MY GOD, OZZY IS POSSESSING HER AND TURNING HER INTO AN ADVERTISING MURAL! HE'S PURE EVIL! Go to the 1:30 mark to see Ozzy get out of his throne (shaped like Ozzy as a demon!) and make evil hand gestures. It's tremendous. Then go to the 3:50 mark, where the girl becomes a demon. THAT'S GREAT HUSTLE. SATAN CONTROLS TIME OF POSSESSION ONCE AGAIN.

By the way, both these songs are still great.

Fantasy Player That Deserves To Die A Slow, Painful Death
Ryan Mathews, who totally cockteased us all into believing he was the can't-miss rookie fantasy back when Jahvid Best was totally the right pick. It's shitty enough when a player you pick high goes bust right away. But it's even worse when that player is a rookie back, because rookie backs elicit more wet dreams than any other kind of back. He's a rookie. You don't know anything about him. HE COULD VERY WELL BE A FUCKING GOD. In fact, you've most assuredly counted on it. You drafted him, and imagined him breaking out and tearing the league limb from limb. Then he gets hurt in Week 2 and some other dickhead has already picked Mike Tolbert off of waivers and FUCK!!!!!

God damn you, Ryan Mathews. You are a whore.

Suicide Pick Of The Week
Last week's pick of Green Bay was correct, making me 2-0 on the season. Off the board go the Titans and Packers. We once again pick a team for your suicide pool and something that makes you WANT to commit suicide. This week's pick? Washington, and surly bicyclists who say "on your left" before passing you. I know this is done as a courtesy, which is fine. But some bikers are REAL dicks about it, especially cocksuckers who wear biking team jerseys when you know damn well they don't belong to any biking team. Like you're an asshole for being on the same path as them. Oh sorry, Lance. I'm sorry I interrupted your fucking Tour de Asshole while you were biking back from work. One day, I will kick your bike down. And you'll still be stuck in your toe clips, and I will beat you to fucking death with a hammer. And I'll be sure to say ON YOUR LEFT just before bashing into the side of your stupid fucking head. Eat shit and die.

Nazi Shark's Vegas Lock Of The Week
Lots of sports sites, to demonstrate the arbitrary nature of gambling, like to have animals like monkeys pick games to see if they can outwit their human counterparts. There's no reason we at Deadspin can't also get in on the fun. So we've asked National Socialist German Workers' Party member Rolf, who also happens to be a shark, to pick one game a week. Take it away, Nazi shark.

It’s Okay To Love Your TV More Than Your Children

"This week, I like the Chiefs getting 3 points at home against the 49ers. I'd like congratulate Tea Party candidate Christine O'Donnell for her primary win in Delaware. I particularly like her stand against masturbation, which she claims is adultery and a sin. I agree, mostly because I cannot masturbate myself. I can't even lick my own genitals, the way a dog or cat might be able to. All I have is this stupid fucking fin, which isn't anywhere near long enough to do some quality fapping. You ever dry hump coral? IT'S NOT FUCKING FUN. ALL MASTURBATORS SHOULD BE SHOT AND GASSED, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER."

2010 Nazi Shark Record: 0-1-1

Great Moments In Poop History
Reader Mike sends in a poop story I call POOPCORN:

My college roommate's parents have a house at the Jersey Shore. One Sunday a few weeks back I had just finished stuffing my maw with a Wawa hoagie when I felt the onset of bubbleguts.

About halfway back to the house it hits. I feel pregnant and I'm sweating. I've got one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding my buttcheeks shut. I've never had it this bad. One time I had to stop a bus full of church youth group kids en route to a ski trip so I could crap down the side of a mountain and wipe my ass with a handful of snow, but this is far worse. I'm worried I won't make it. I t's agony, but I get home unsoiled and sprint to the front door.

It's locked.

I go around back. It's locked, too, but I know there's a key hidden in the crawlspace. I jump down, open the latch and root around but it looks like when we took out the boogie boards we jostled the fake rock the key was under and now I can't find it. There's no time to search. This is happening. I resign myself to the fact that I'm about to ruin a borrowed beach towel.

Then I remember that I've got a half-empty bucket of caramel corn from the boardwalk the night before sitting in my car. I hobble back to grab it and as I reach the car I feel something I haven't felt since middle school (don't judge me): I'm actually shitting my pants. Now I
go for broke and sprint for the outside shower while my ass gets slicker and slicker. I pull the lid off the bucket, slam it down on the ground and squat, pausing just long enough to admire the little brown Rorschach blot I've left on the liner of my swim trunks. I let loose an ass blast and it careens out of my colon like a brick made of thunder. It's sloppy and awful but when I'm done I use the shower to clean myself and my shorts and it looks like the crisis has been mostly averted.

That's when I realize I've got about four pounds of gooey buttpaste in a popcorn tub that I've got to get rid of. I would throw it in the garbage but my roommate's parents are organic fascists and check the trash every night to make sure he's not eating fast food.

Really? Jesus. I'd murder my parents and buy new ones if I were that guy.

So I calmly place the lid on it and set it down in the car with me to deposit at a dumpster behind the CVS. You haven't known indignity until you've safety belted a turd into the front seat of a family sedan.

Anyway, I make it back to the beach and everyone asks where I was. I just shrug and say I went for a walk. Nobody notices the stain on my bathing suit and I throw it away later that night when my roommate and I stop for burgers on the way home. Victory!

Aw, good for you. But you missed one crucial detail: Did the popcorn tub have dividers? Because that would have been unpleasant.

Fire This Asshole!
Is there anything more exciting than a coach losing his job? All year long, we'll keep track of which coaches will almost certainly get fired at year's end or sooner. And now, your updated chopping block:

Tom Cable
Eric Mangini
Chan Gailey
Wade Phillips
Andy Reid
Brad Childress
John Fox
Mike Singletary
Ken Whisenhunt
Tom Coughlin

Reader Robbie writes in:

Can you PLEASE put Josh McDaniels in the Fire This Asshole! section? The category could be named after him for fuck sake.

Sorry, Robbie. Josh won last week, so you may be in for another year of Josh purging talented players from the roster in order to assemble a football team composed of 22 David Ecksteins. JOSH ONLY WANTS GUYS THAT WANT TO PLAY FOOTBALL.

Gametime Snack Of The Week

It’s Okay To Love Your TV More Than Your Children

Cold cuts. I buy a pound and a half of Virginia ham from the store every week, and it takes a Herculean amount of restraint on my part to not eat the entire bag the second I get home. I could eat a moving truck full of sliced ham. I'm not even sure my brain registers it as food going into my body. If I go to a party and there are rolls of ham and turkey sitting on a platter, and they've been left out for nine hours, I'll happily devour all of them.

I've been thinking lately about trying to rank lunch meats in order of superiority, but that's the kind of debate that could end up starting massive lunch meat flame wars that you want no part of. One person puts sandwich pepperoni over genoa salami, then some douche actually throws out the term "gabbagool," and then all hell breaks loose. Plus, there are 97 different types of turkey alone. They have turkey pastrami, Cajun turkey, cracked pepper turkey, buffalo chicken wing turkey, grape turkey. Well, they don't have grape turkey. BUT THEY WILL, AND I WILL TRY IT AGAINST ALL MY INSTINCTS TELLING ME NOT TO.

By the way, I bought liverwurst the other day for the first time in a long time. It was like pate, only cheaper and dirtier and full of more assholes. It was awesome. I will die of nitrate poisoning, and I do not regret it.

Gametime Cheap Beer Of The Week

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CHILKOOT! For the second week in a row, we bring you one of Canada's finest awful beers. I swear the name Chilkoot sounds like a racial epithet. I love words and phrases that sound like racial epithets but aren't: quahog, kipper, chinook salmon. Most seafood, really.

Anyway, Chilkoot ("Worth freezin' for!") comes to us from the Yukon territory, where the men are men and the women are actually female seals who provide needed warmth and surprisingly human-like vaginal canals. Reader Connor:

We drank nothing but this and coffee for two weeks while fishing in the Yukon a few years back. The label says "Brewed in small batches", but thanks to the fancy font it looks like it says "biatches". This of course led to two weeks of "brewed by small bitches" and other midget jokes.

Well played. I will never go that far north, ever. I've done Minnesota before. That's really as far away from the warm spots on Earth as I'd like to be. There's no reason to be colder than that. Ever.

Robert Evans' MVP Watch!
Time to start thinking about who the leaders are for the NFL's MVP award. So every week, legendary Hollywood producer Robert Evans will join us to give us his assessment. Take it away, Mr. Evans.

It’s Okay To Love Your TV More Than Your Children

"Baby, my favorite for the NFL's MVP is Matt Schaub of the Texans! It's 2010, and I couldn't be happier about the career resurgence of my good friend, MICKEY ROURKE! Talented? YOU BET! Wild? YOU KNOW IT. I once saw him pull a Chihuahua out of Carre Otis! And he said he had another one stashed in there for later!

"I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but Mickey has had some work done over the years. Nose? You bet! Forehead helium injections? Oh yes. But a lot of people stare at his face without ever looking at his hands! If you ever look at the Rourkester's hands, you will be SHOCKED. They look like the claws of Dragor The Magnificent, which was a fantasy project Billy Friedkin and I never got off the ground. They're magnificently awful hands. They look like they just handled a human heart! He could tear open a tiger's abdomen with just one swipe!

"Anyway, one night Rourkester and I are out at the Whisky A Go Go. He loves those rock and roll clubs. And this lovely dancer type comes up to greet us. Well, one things leads to another and soon we're back at Rancho de Evans for some adult enjoyment. Whips, chains, monkeys… YOU KNOW THE DEAL. And Mickey turns to me and he says, ‘Hey Evans, watch this.' And he takes one of his big craggly, hawklike fingers and jabs it right into this woman's breast! She cries out in pain and suddenly there's blood and saline just gushing right out onto my Egyptian cotton tandem fuck hammock! Mickey had pushed her nipple clean through her breast! I didn't even know that could be done! I asked him why he did it, and you know what he said? ‘Evans,' he told me, ‘Since I got that Academy Award nom, I feel like I can do anything. Even poke that girl's nipple clean through her tit.' AND HE DID! You talk about an inspirational story! Only in Hollywood, gang!"

Sunday Afternoon Movie Of The Week For Rams Fans

Federal Hill. This is tiny movie from the early 90's, the kind of movie I was able to watch back then because I didn't have a wife or kids, so I could waste oceans of time watching every goddamn movie that ever came out. Anyway, check out the description from YouTube of the above clip:

World renowned actor Jimmy Landi gives an oscar winning performance in Federal Hill. A movie directed by Michael Corrente. Nicky Torturro is also shown in this clip, but his acting is far overshadowed by Mr Landi.

First of all, that entire first sentence is a lie. No one knows who Jimmy Landi is. Nor did he win an Oscar. I also like that the submitter completely shat on Nicky Turturro. It's clear to me that submitter was either Jimmy Landi, or a young relative of Jimmy Landi. Come on, Vinny Landi. Admit what you did.

Gratuitous Simpsons Quote
" It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day."

Halftime Masturbation Kit
-For the guys: 100 pictures of women's asses. I suppose I should tell you it's NSFW, but shouldn't you already know that from the description?
-For the gals: Reader TexasGal submits US goalie Tim Howard naked. Peter King likes those ribs.

Enjoy the games, everyone.