Showing posts with label ray ray. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ray ray. Show all posts

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Friday Night Blogrolling: Nightmare Fuel

East Coast Bias ranks out the reasons why they hate the Steelers. I'm linking to it for the Nightmare Fuel of that thing in the Big Ben underoos. Click if you dare.

Jeff Johnson, a man with whom I've appeared on camera with in a non-pornographic way, weighs in with his NFC and AFC Championship picks. They are 100% different from mine, so I now must hate him.

Simon on Sports does the math to compare this year's Joe Flacco to 2001's Trent Dilfer. It's interesting, but not nearly as much as the fact if you compare 2001's Ray Lewis to 2008's Ray Lewis. The younger man is a lot better, and ends the interview with a lot of stabbing.



Finally, The Jets Blog with this find from YouTube. Alex Trebeck is calling you out, Coach!

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Ray Lewis Wants To Bear Your Child

"I'm sitting right now at an easy 250, 255, but my body fat is crazy right now. I'm the healthiest I've ever been. That's why I don't have no nicks, no real bruises... Where I am right now, it's scary."
We're so happy Ray Ray's happy. Here's some more FTT exclusive footage of his conversation with the Raven beat writers...

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Rejected Voiceover Dialogue for Diet Pepsi NFL Spots

If someone doesn't get TO a Diet Pepsi right now, TO just might kill TO's self. TO is totally serious. And you all will miss TO when he's gone, yes you will...

(Peyton Manning approaches line of scrimmage, waving hands) I just *hate* my flabby forearms! And my ass has gotten *sooooo* big! That's it, I'm switching to Diet Pepsi!

(Ray Lewis enters stadium, doing his Spasmodic Dance Routine) You do not drink Diet Pepsi, you rent it! Let me take a piss or I'm a gonna kill someone!

(Drew Bledsoe on sidelines) You know what goes good with Diet Pepsi? Burgers. Mmmm, burgers...

(Jerry Porter on sidelines) Man, can you believe the Diet Pepsi guy didn't show up today, and he still got paid? What up with that?

(Eli Manning after interception) I told Dad, I just wanted to deliver Diet Pepsi. But no, he *made* me play football...

(Martin Grammatica after hitting field goal) Yes! Yes! Yes! Meesa Get Diet Pepsi Now! And Scary Man Coach With Titties Does Not Beat Me! Meesa Happy Happy Happy!