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Shake for Me, Baby

Once again, I have been delinquent in updating the site. But at least this time, I have a perfectly legitimate excuse for my delinquency: 6 lbs 4 oz to be exact. I'd love to post a picture of our little bundle of loudness, but knowing the evils that lurk on the interweb, I'm sure my jpeg would wind up the victim of some nefarious Photoshopper.

How are the first few weeks of parenting? I touch another human's feces on a daily basis. I've gotten about 20 minutes of sleep within the past 12 days (which is probably 20 minutes more than The Wife has). And despite rarely getting sick, exhaustion has allowed my immune system to accept the worst cold I've had in years. So sleep deprivation, sickness, and humiliating tasks--it's kinda like being a POW, but I'm surrounded by pacifiers.

NFL Week 10 with Rush Limbaugh

Two words for last week's picks: Ug-Lee. Week 9 had a lot of underdogs winning, and a lot of overdogs either choking or deciding to win their games by razor thin margins. Hey, Eli Manning--Plaxico's not on the field; try throwing a pass that's not 11 feet in the air. And see if you can beat the fucking Texans by more than four points. Asshole.

The tallies for week 9: win/loss 7-7; points, 5-9. That brings the season's grand total to:

Win/Loss: 84-43
Points: 62-63

So for the first time this year, I've fallen below .500. I would blame my guest picker, but he had a hard enough week as it is. I tried to get now-ex-Senator George Allen to contribute, but he's a tad bitter about pigskin right now; carrying a football around to every damn campaign stop did him no apparent good. So instead, I turn to ex-Monday Night Football commentator/right-wing radio yakker/acceptable drug addict Rush Limbaugh.

Buffalo at Indianapolis: I admire Peyton Manning's commitment to excellence almost as much as I do his commitment to free enterprise. He's set to break Tiki Barber's all-time season record for commercial endorsements. If you remember that DirecTV ad where he tells the viewer to turn over to another, more interesting game, I think this contest will resemble that spot. Indianapolis by 8.

San Francisco at Detroit: A bet for the 49ers on the road is a bet for Nancy Pelosi and her San Francisco values! Detroit by 6.

San Diego at Cincinnati: With the Democrats back in power, expect to see a return to the revolving-door justice system of years past. For a preview of this grim new world, just look at the incarcer-rific Bengals, who've logged more trips to the pokey than offensive yards. The Chargers will be more than a match for this band of convicts, even without Shawne Merriman, a talented young man who got a bit too zealous in his self-medication regimen. Look, we've all been there, haven't we? San Diego by 5.

Stand Up! You Are an American!

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I'm a terrible American.

Tuesday marked the first time since I'd turned 18 that I didn't vote. Like many an antihero, my patriotic impulses were thwarted by bureaucratic BS. My car was up for inspection this week, see, and I had no time before D-Day to get it checked out. My father-in-law offered to take it to a guy he knows, but in order to do so, I had to drive the car over to his place after work yesterday. This took a good chunk out of potential voting time.

Plus, I hadn't re-registered in my new neighborhood. So in order to vote, I'd have to go back to Greenpoint, which is nigh impossible to do in the evening without a car. Beyond rush hour, the local buses run like a fat asthmatic kid with a torn ACL. Long story short, time, tide, and the affairs of the DMV conspired to thwart my civic duties.

But if I'm honest with myself, I can say that if I really, really, really wanted to vote, I would have found a way to do so. I didn't.

ESPN Countdown: The Debate Rages!

berman.jpgCHRIS BERMAN: Boomer here, barking atcha for another slam-dangle, froo-farah, mama-say-mama-sha-mama-kusah edition of NFL Countdown LIVE! Or whatever the hell we're calling it now. There's a full slate of roast-'em tenderize-'em down-ya-go action this Sunday, but rather than focusing on all the exciting matchups, we figure our audience would rather watch ex-players in suits scream at each other. The big battle this week is happening in foxy Foxboro, Taxachusetts, where the Ponies gallop in to take on the Patriot Act. Of course, my question has no real answer, and one could make a case for either side depending on personal preferences. So let's debate it as if it's a friggin' North Korean nuclear summit. Who is the better QB, Peyton "Place" Manning or Tom "Three Times A" Brady?

irvin.jpgMICHAEL IRVIN: I wanna tell ya Chris, [unintelligible] Colts [garbled] not T.O.'s fault [possibly Sanskrit] "White House" [still garbled] so that wasn't my pipe, know what I'm sayin'?

jaws.jpgRON JAWORSKI: You're right, Boomer, there really is no answer here. Manning and Brady are both excellent quarterbacks. Manning is a more gifted athlete, of course, but Brady has the rings, so...

ditka.jpgMIKE DITKA: Ron, allow me to interrupt you and completely dismiss you as a human being. The NFL is about winning, unlike all other sports leagues. Brady has won three Super Bowls, while Manning's barely won any playoff games at all. Until Peyton can capture as many championships as Brady, he's a worthless piece of shit who should thank whatever horse-headed pagan god he believes in that I haven't killed him yet.

berman.jpgBERMAN: So Coach "I Know What You" Ditka "Last Summer", you're saying that Tom "A Very" Brady "Christmas" is vastly superior to Peyton Manning "The Torpedoes"?

jaws.jpgJAWORSKI: By your logic, Jon Kitna is a much better quarterback than Peyton Manning simply because he rode the Ravens' defense to a Super Bowl ring.

ditka.jpg DITKA: The ring proves it. In this league, jewelry trumps natural ability. Brady's Pats could lose 85-0 to Manning and Colts, and Brady would still be the better QB in every way.

jaws.jpgJAWORSKI: Just so I'm clear, you just said,using your brain and your mouth, that Brady could lose to Manning badly, like he did last year, but still be better than him. [shakes his head violently]

irvin.jpgIRVIN: I wanna tell you, you wanna talk about the championship bling, Brady's got it. [grumbling, throat clearing] interception [ancient incantation that almost awakens a demon] mink coat [an car engine backfiring] It's snowin' backstage, you feel me?

berman.jpgBERMAN: For the record, I think that Peyton "A" Manning "For All Seasons" is better than Tom Brady "Brook Farms Turkey", because saying so allowed me to use two more wacky nicknames.

jaws.jpgJAWORSKI: Of course you can make the argument that Tom Brady is one of the best "field general" quarterbacks of our era. But the debate is less clear cut when you consider...

ditka.jpg DITKA: No no no no, I will not waffle on this issue. You are dumb and wrong and you used to play for the Eagles and you're wrong. Peyton Manning will never be better than a piece of dog shit stuck to the bottom of my shoe--unless and until he wins the next seven Super Bowls on one last-second Hail Mary pass that also somehow rescues a little girl from a burning building.

irvin.jpgIRVIN: They gonna be some Patriot Games up in Foxboro, you feel me? [irrecoverable error, some data may be lost] Cleveland steamer [static between radio stations] y'all remember that group EPMD?

jaws.jpgJAWORSKI: Jesus fucking Christ, are all of you people retarded?

tjackson.jpgTOM JACKSON : I'm not, Jaws. I just wanted to come on the air and say that Tiki Barber is dead to me. You hear that, Unibrow?

berman.jpgBERMAN: Okay, when we come back, another useless, unresolveable debate: Is this the week that we finally make a passer out of Michael Vick "Of It All"?

irvin.jpgIRVIN: Ron Mexico!

ditka.jpg DITKA: The point of being a quarterback isn't to pass--it's to win ballgames for his team, and Michael Vick always does that, except when he doesn't. Even when the Falcons lose, he helps his team win.

jaws.jpgJAWORSKI: [swallows arsenic tabet]

NFL Week 9 Picks by Karl Rove

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I finished up my year of NFL picks at MSN Sports Filter on a decidedly sour note. Two bad weeks in a row; my week 8 tallies were 7-7 win/loss, 6-8 points. That showing brought my tally on the season to:

Win/Loss: 77-36
Points: 57-56

Obviously, I need some high-powered help. So this week, Scratchbomb.com is pleased to welcome a guest handicapper for our NFL picks. You may remember him from such unbridled successes as "the Valerie Plame scandal", "the Mark Foley cover up" and "you forgot Poland". Here's Republican strategist/pork vacuum Karl "Turdblossom" Rove.

Atlanta at Detroit: A good solid red state versus a city full of, um, traditional Democrat voters. Try and guess who I'm picking! I don't know if Michael Vick will continue his chuck-tastic ways, but it won't matter much against the toothless Lions. I know Vick's a lefty, but I forgive him. Atlanta by 8.

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Here to preview this fall's hottest fashions is Ivan Billotte, design guru/professional gay stereotype perpetuator.

I'm back, darlings! Autumn is my favorite time of year, except for all the others when I get paid to tell women what to wear! The leaves are changing, the temps are dropping, so you know what that means: The top designers unveil their latest soups!

Look: You can't be seen out there with just any soup, can you? Of course not! You want to walk around with some Chicken And Stars on your arm? What is this, the Midwest? Or get caught in a deli sipping Split Pea And Ham like some homeless Nebraskan? Gag me!

Luckily, you won't have to make decisions for yourself! I got a sneak peek at all the latest brews at the annual opening of Soup Week here in Manhattan, and honey, I'm gonna set you straight on the hottest soups this season! They're gonna warm you up--with fashion!

Carrot Ginger, Cosi: I tell you, everyone, but everyone was waiting to catch a glimpse of this one on the runway. We were not disappointed. So bold with the orange, but so right! And the tartness of the ginger brings it right back around. Just the kind of saucy number for a take-no-prisoners night on the town! Mm-mm good!

Seafood Bisque, Au Bon Pain: Smaller bites, Au Bon Pain--you're ripping off more than you can chew! I pull up my spoon, I see all these little tentacles and bits of clam. Too much! Apparently, they didn't get the memo--we look to you guys for "simple and unpretentious", not "swimming with bottom feeders". Stick to Jalapeno Asiago bagels, honey!

Broccoli and Cheddar, Hale and Hearty: The green, the yellow--it's almost a little too 70s for me. I was ready to run away screaming, but then this little number came right back from the edge and redeemed itself. Perfect for the office or just kicking it with the girls over Sunday brunch. Accessorize with some oyster crackers, and you're ready to take on the world, sweetie!

Chicken and Sausage Gumbo, Metro: This was a stunning, just stunning tribute to the victims of Hurricane Katrina. A perfect representation of their fighting, spicy spirit, or something. I really have to hand it to Metro--they really know how to use an enormous human tragedy in order to make soup.

Mulligitawny Soup, The Original Soup Man: I'm sorry, he can call himself "original" all he wants, but I'm pretty sure I had this soup same time last year, girlfriend! Listen, nobody has more respect for him than I do. I don't think anyone will forget his Italian Wedding Soup back in '03--he officially declared himself the Jimi Hendrix of little tiny meatballs. But it's time to stop resting on your laurels and get back to making some soup, snookums!

That's all for now, lollipops! Check back with my in a few weeks, right around Thanksgiving, when I'll have my report from the yearly Mashed Potato Proms in Paris!

Ivan Billotte earns his living shaming women and dressing like a retarded 6-year-old scarecrow.

Mota-ta

Oh blimey.

I was hoping the first Mets-related news of November would be an awesome trade or free agent signing. MINAYA NABS DONTRELLE WILLIS IN EXCHANGE FOR VICTOR ZAMBRANO AND BAG OF BALLS. Or some other bit of good news like PEDRO MARTINEZ'S SHOULDER REHAB MONTHS AHEAD OF SCHEDULE; NEW ROBOTIC ARM CAN THROW 150 MPH, HEAL LEPERS.

Sadly, this is not the case. No, the first Amazin' headline of the 11th month is late-season acquisition Guillermo Mota, who tested positive for something bad and will be suspended for the first 50 games of the 2007 season.

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