Archive for September, 2007

Another Goldie Boy Production

Fishnets give Oscar de la Hoya the freedom of movement that he so desperately wants and needs. Maybe he thinks they’ll give him the advantage he needs to beat Ricky Hatton.

de la Hoya isn’t letting Goldiegate stop him from pushing for a matchup between him and Ricky Hatton. He intends to fight three more times before hanging the gloves and high heels up for good.

“I’m used to fighting once a year. I’m at the tail-end of my career but I feel that if I can have one tune-up fight first, get the ring-rust out of me, get into the rhythm of things, then I can have two other big fights in May and September.”

In order for this to happen, Hatton has to beat Floyd Mayweather Jr. in November. He seems to have forgetten all the talk about a rematch with Mayweather. Guess he thinks the boxing world isn’t ready to see boxers in sequins and fishnets fight each other. StrangĂ© playboy StrangĂ©.

You Gotta Know When To Hold ‘Em

You think you know match-fixing, Tim Donaghy? Please. You have nothing on African sport. When it comes to corruption and Africa, quality is job #1.

Bamboutos FC captain Koss Roger faked an injury during a match against Federal FC. While he was being attended to by medical personnel, a medic handed him an envelope containing cash in front of match officials and fans. Roger then handed the envelope of Federal SC captain Nkoun a Rim.

Rim played his role and was involved in an incident that led to Bamboutos’ third and winning goal.

Fuck all that undercover bullshit. That’s how you bribe somebody! You get right up on the muthafucka and blam! Rock-a-bye, baby!

Happy Days Are Here Again


It’s not so bad. It’s like the good old days where Chelsea hovered around in the top half of the table. Always teasing you but eventually breaking your heart. At least we’ll dump all the new plastics and they can return to the red tide fold where they belong.

I’ve refrained from commenting on the disaster that is Chelsea over the past week. I’ve gone through several stages over the loss of Jose Mourinho such as anger, grief and confusion. The loss of the Special One was bad enough but the pain was doubled when rumors came out that captain and supposed Jose apprentice John Terry was the one that landed the kill shot.

In an move straight out of Revenge of the Sith, Anakin Terry allegedly went above Jose’s head to management after he found out that Jose had checked with the medical staff to find out why his form was off. This infuriated Terry and word of the dispute reached Satan otherwise known as Peter Kenyon. This was all the evidence Chancellor Abramovich needed to get rid of Jose.

“You were the chosen one!”
“I hate you!!”

Nooooooo!!! It would seem the alleged heart of Chelsea has joined the dark side. However he denies that he was the “turncoat” and is considering legal action to stop the claims.

Fast forward to Sunday’s match vs. Manchester United and the debut of Slithe otherwise known as Avram Grant. The match resulted in a 2-0 defeat for Chelsea. Although the match was ruined by the ref, Chelsea looked useless and only attempted one shot on goal the entire match. Jose could have done that. The loss cost Roman GBP 8M (amount of Jose’s buyout).

The drama didn’t limit itself to the field. Marco Van Basten and Sven-Goran Eriksson were sitting near Abramovich and his gaggle of yes-men. The arrival of the current Netherlands coach would somewhat ease the pain. Could Sven be making nice with Roman this early? Does Chelsea have better secretaries than Citeh? We can only hope that Grant has a terrible run continuing with Hull on Wednesday. The more he loses, the faster someone new and better comes in to take the helm.

Did we mention that Grant’s wife thinks drinking her own piss will bring all the boys to the yard?

The times are ill.

Why Won’t You Stay Dead?

It’s a shame that professional athletes don’t know when to walk away for good. Tie Domi has definitely lost his fighting edge. It’s just embarrassing. Islanders fans can only hope that the team isn’t on the hook for millions of dollars.

I Am The Lion

Goldie says “Rawr!”. While Oscar was off being dominated and working the hell out of some fishnets (I’ll never look at them the same again), Floyd Mayweather Jr. was trying to man up in England. He was probably worried about how he’d look dancing in seaquins on Dancing with the Stars. He’s definitely in the clear now.

Mayweather was given a big “Who Are Ya?” in Manchester while promoting his upcoming fight with Ricky Hatton. He wore a Manchester United jersey in order to piss off Hatton’s fans. Hatton is a declared Manchester City supporter. Not quite as good as wearing the sombrero while entering the ring against de la Hoya but strong nonetheless. It’s the attention to detail.

Sky Sports News was there to cover the hero’s welcome.

I don’t know about you but I can’t wait until the press conference of the Mayweather-de la Hoya rematch. It’s hard to believe that Mayweather hasn’t been all over Goldiegate.

Photo: Courtesy of SportsByBrooks and X17.