Tuesday Morning Nonsense


Good morning. In the absence of anything interesting to talk about this morning – thanks, Eagles and NHL schedule makers – here’s DeSean Jackson’s ticket to the “Chariman's Room” at the Staples Center. He sat courtside – jammed in the corner – at the Lakers-Mavs game.

Cole Hamels is going to get paid today. He’s either going to get an increase by way of salary arbitration, or it’s possible that he reaches a deal with the Phillies before the two sides have to submit their arbitration figures at 1 p.m. [Philly.com]

And in case you are still unawares, this is the new Sixers anthemist, Ayla Brown.

She wants more Twitter followers. You should follow her…


Yeah… we like her.


11 Responses

  1. Couldn’t they get a real star???
    why not get one of the Boys 2 Men members … perhaps Wanya, I’m sure they aint doing anything.
    Beez Nutz

  2. Why did they hire her? She has no ties to Philly. She’s from Massachusetts. She’s that dorky Sen. Brown’s daughter. I don’t get it.

  3. @me: “dorky” is not a word I’d use to describe Senator Brown, as politicians go, he’s pretty hot.
    As for Ayla, I’d follow her on Twitter but I’m afraid I’ll get called a gaybird. Oh well 🙁

  4. DeSean was offered a better seat on the other side of the court but he didn’t want to cross the middle.

  5. “Why did they hire her? She has no ties to Philly. She’s from Massachusetts.”
    Posted by: me | January 17, 2012 at 09:35 AM
    Aye, but Kate Smith wasn’t from Philly and look at how we still love our “fat lady”. And Kate Smith was… umm… fat.
    Of course, Kate Smith was more famous in her day. I had to Google Ayla to figgure out who the hell she was.
    At least Ms. Brown doesn’t have that annoying marble mouth accent. And she’s easy on the eyes. And I kinda feel sorry that her pappy was trying to advertise her personnal status when he was making his victory speech. You make your kids sound like losers at having a relaytionship when you do that. And that’s probably the best fatherly advise you’d get from me, given that I don’t know any of me kids.

    The Real IBMcG—Often imposterered, never outclassed.

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