Friday, February 13, 2009

The Weak Ender

That plane kind of beats the old school Shamu plane, right? But can you imagine somebody flying in that plane, calling their friends and say, "Hey, check it out, I'm flying in Bar Refaeli's boob!" There is likely fist fights trying to get that seat.

The most egregious such placement might have been the whole Toni Braxton tower at the Flamingo in Las Vegas.

Hey, where are you staying?

Yeah, I'm in Toni Braxton's crotch. And for some reason I smell bread.

Still, this trend is pretty cool. But how come women's groups have protested this yet? Mothers for years have complained that they had to hide the SI Swimsuit Edition from their hormone-ravaged sons. Now they can't drive them past the airports? But on further inspection, can people even complain about the Swimsuit Edition with all of the available porn on the net? (Or that's what they say.)

Call me old school, but I still prefer the magazines. And not just it's a lot easier to take into the can compared to a laptop. Those machines can get warm. And seriously, you're never going to get a plane in their either.

AND FINALLY
Hey, it's a three-day weekend, get your work done and get out of there. Don't hang out reading THN.

The NBA All-Star game is this week. That means Mr. Goodell will be quietly weeping at home wondering why the Pro Bowl can't be as big of an event. Here's a couple of answers. The NBA Finals haven't been played. People are burned out by the Super Bowl. The NBA is more about individual stars, though with fantasy football being so popular, that could be argued. Oh, and you can't gamble on the Pro Bowl. At least not accurately. Even then, the NBA All-Star game still blows.

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