There are Guinness World Records for all kinds of flips: pancake flips, wheelchair back flips, forward jump flips, and twisting "Berani" flips, to name a few. Now, a little hamster has risen among the ranks of the flipping greats by performing 50 backflips in under a minute -- that has to be some kind of record. According to the YouTube video description, the little guy flips out every time his owner puts on music.
This little guy flips out everytime there is music on? I call bullshit. You can't even hear music on that video. The hamster is flipping cause you put him in a small white box and he wants to get the fuck out...
I feel like I'm gonna puke. It's one thing to watch this beady eyed son of a bitch back-flip 50 fuckin times in a row and its another thing to have to stare at his turd chilling like a mofo up in my grill piece.
Little bastard could have been having a hamster threesome and I still would've been staring right at that fallen dingle berry.
Step your game up bro. Call me back when you are back-flipping to a soundtrack and there's not shit all over your living room.
When great moments happen in your life, you often don’t realize the magnitude of the event until sometime has passed. Could be weeks, months or even years for reality to set in. 10 years ago tonight was one of those moments for me. It will be a night I will never forget. To this day, the memory of it sends chills down my spine.
January 19, 2002 Foxboro, MA
The forecast called for light flurries with a game time temperature of around 32 degrees. I remember checking the weather to make sure how many layers I needed to stay warm. Kickoff was set for 8pm. A primetime game between the Oakland Raiders and the New England Patriots. Around 4, my cousin and I made our treck down route 1 to tailgate in the parking lot for a few hours. As we sat in bumper to bumper traffic the first sign of snowflakes began to fall. Little did we know the snow wouldn’t stop until the we hours of Sunday morning.
We met up with some people we knew and got the VIP parking treatment some 80 yards from the south endzone of Foxboro Stadium. Our parking location was right next to the little hill which would eventually become the Ebay water tower adjacent to Gillette Stadium. As the minutes passed and the snow began to intensify. One of the coolest memories from that night was to look over at Foxboro Stadium and see the lights on with all the snow falling around it. As a kid growing up in New England there is no better backdrop than a snowy playoff football game on a winter night in January.
Once we got to our seats and looked down at the field it was a surreal scene. Some 2-3 inches of snow blanketed the Foxboro Stadium landscape. At this point the snow showed no signs of slowing, if anything it was intensifying. The funny thing about that night is there was minimul wind and it felt warm. I know game time temperature was 28 degrees but for some reason it felt closer to 45.
The game was a back and forth affair. Both teams had trouble getting their offence going. I remember thinking to myself that the first team to score a TD would win. James Jett scored that first TD on 13 yard pass from Rich Gannon and they would take 7-0 lead into halftime. In the third quarter the Patriots get on the score board with a 23 yard Vinatieri field goal. Oakland would answer with a 2 Sebastian Janikowski field goals to give the Raiders a 13-3 leading heading into the 4th quarter. The Patriots chances of coming back looked bleak.
In the 4th quarter Brady would scramble into the endzone and give the Patriots their first touchdown of the day and cut the deficit to 3 at 13-10. The Raiders would get the ball back and punt to the Patriots. A clutch drive was needed from this kid named Brady. He began to dink and dunk his way down field. “Wait, we might actually comeback and win this,” I said to myself. Then at the 1:47 mark of the fourth quarter it happened.
Brady gets hit by Charles Woodson, the ball comes out and the Raiders recover. I tapped my cousin on the shoulder and said “lets get the fuck out of here.” We sat in the upper corner of the Stadium, this happened to be where all the Oakland fans sat. As we walked down the stairs fans were yelling shit at us, chanting in our faces. No other Pats fans in our section were moving, they all just stood there in shock. So many thoughts were running through my head… “Fuckin Boston sports, we never win shit… should of started Bledsoe, would have thrown 4 TDs with that arm in the snow… this is how the last game ever at Foxboro Stadium is going to end? Fitting cause this place is a dump.” Just before I was on the verge of a mental break down I grabbed my cousins arm and said “wait.” Referee Walt Coleman was apparently going to review the play.
Over the shitty speakers of Foxboro Stadium and song faintly could be heard… “I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord” There we were, standing shoulder to shoulder on the top of the stairs of the exit to our section with 5 inches of snow surrounding our feet, massive snow flakes pelting our eye lashes waiting to hear the Patriots fate while the voice of Phil Collins echoed into the Foxboro night. It seemed like it took an eternity to review the play. The ruling had to be a fumble. This is Boston, we don’t win big games, we lose them. This was just going to prolong the inevitable. Then Walt Coleman made his way out to the center of the field. Phil Collins was turned down and the referee's mic was turned up…
“After reviewing the play, the quarterbacks arm was going forward, it was an incomplete pass.”
No... fuckin... way...
My cousin and I shared the man hugs of all man hugs and then ran past all the Raider fans and went back to our seats. Later in the drive Vinatieri would set up for the game tying and season saving 45 yard field goal. The pressure and the elements made the task seem impossible. Our seats were parallel to the field goal posts so we had no angle to tell if the kick went in. As the snap was made and the kick went up I stared at the fans seated in the south end zone, they would let me know if the kick was good.
We couldn’t belive it. Did that kick really just go in? We still have a chance to win this? Is this real life? I was in a state of shock.
The game would go into overtime and the Patriots would win the coin toss. Brady drove the team down field, peppering the Raiders defense with check down passes and while getting a few big runs from Antoine Smith. This to set Vinatieri up for a game winning 23 yard field goal attempt. I remember looking up at the stadium scoreboard and it already read Raiders 13 Patriots 16. I thought to myself, "this fuckin scoreboard guy better not jinx the shit out of us." The Radiers called timeout to ice the kicker and the Patriots used that time to clear some snow away for holder Ken Walter to spot the ball. Seconds later long snapper Lonnie Paxton would be doing snow angles in the endzone.
The kick was god, the Patriots had accomplished the unfathomable. The place went nuts. We stormed out of the stadium into the parking lot. People were dancing on top of the row of winnebagos. Random fans were going up and hugging one another. All this going on while the snow continued to fall and Glory Days by Springsteen was heard echoing from Foxboro Stadium. The moment was so sureal it felt like you were living a scene from a movie. The dancing, drinking and celebrating would go on into the wee hours of Sunday morning... It would be the last game ever played at Foxboro Stadium and will forever be one of the greatest experiences in my life.
January 19th 2002, 11:30 PM.
The mental state of Boston sports fans began to shift. We didn’t expect to lose now, we expected to win and win we did. Since that night the Patriots have been to 4 Super Bowls won 3. The Celtics appeared in 2 NBA Finals winning 1, The Red Sox would win 2 titles ending a 86 year old drought and just recently the Boston Bruins won their first championship in 39 years.
Thats how we went from losers to winners. And it all started one snowy night in Foxboro.
Growing up in MA you are basically brainwashed into feeling like you need Dunkin Coffee. Oh, you don't want to pull into that Dunkins you just drove by? No need to worry, you will pass 4 more in the next 10 minutes. It might not be the first Dunkins that gets you, but god dammit there is no way you make it past all 5 stores without caving in to the addiction...
Now what happens if you had a mini Dunkin Donuts in the middle of your house? That is what a Keurig machine is like. I'm so addicted to this thing it's starting to worry me. Doesn't help the fact that I work from home. Every time I go to the kitchen there it is looking at me, talking to me. "You know you want more coffee. Common Kevin, just one more cup. Dunkin dark roast, ready in one minute. do it."
Its to the point where my Keurig machine is the last thing I think about before I go to bed and the first thing I think about when I wake up. I feel like I'm a few days away from moving this thing into my bed and spooning with it.
You figure after 29 years I would buy something to go along with my eggs, chicken, pork and steak. Nope, you know what I had for dinner tonight? pork chops You know what I had last night? Chicken. That's it. No applesauce, pasta, rice salad or god dam couscous. Just straight up muthafuckin pork chops. Why's that you ask? Well there are a number of factors but lets start off with the dick head that buys the groceries, me. What that fuck goes through my mind as I'm walking around Shop Rite? (For all you Massholes, Shop Rite is like a ghetto version of Stop & Shop here in NJ) Like it never occurs to me to maybe buy something to eat to go along with the 15 lbs of meat I'm about to buy? It never fails, I always end up leaving the store with the same shit each week. Fuckin pathetic.
Guess the only negative side effect to being New Jersey's most eligible bachelor is I don't have a woman to verbally rip me a new asshole when I only come home with enough protein to feed a family of 5.
Is it even possible to love Shawn Thornton more than we already do? He beats the fuck out of dudes on the ice that disrepect our team, he leads by example and he verbally rips columnists a new asshole if they are out of line. Then to top it off he does all this by wearing the fuckin suit Heath Ledger wore in The Dark Knight. If that isnt the definition of a Boss move than I don't know what is.
"Oh, I mean I fought Derek Boogaard whos 6'7 270 so there goes that argument." Owned
By the way, Felger is the best ambassador of hockey the Boston area has ever seen. He's not even from here but he gets what Boston fans want and need through and through. Good thing WEEI made fun of the Bruins all those years. Who's laughing now?
"Oh, Boo hoo. Other chicks in the house no like me so I'm gonna hide in the comer of this room behind a suitcase." What the fuck is this kindergarten? Grow up sweet tits. This is the Bachelor. Go big or go home. What, other girls in the house are talking shit about the hottest girl left? Shocker! If I had a dime for every time a busted chick talked smack about another chick just because she was hotter I'd be a billionaire.
As a dude what the fuck is going through your head when your talking to a girl you want to date and they are crouching by themselves in the corner of a room? You want to marry this chick? Fuck no. This isnt that equation many of you guys are thinking of. Crazy + Hotchick = Goddess in the bedroom. This is a different kinda crazy. Bet this Blakely chick only likes the missionary position and is the kinda girl that will be in a relationship with you for a few months, then pack her shit and leave for no reason without any notice. One day you come home from work and the only this she left is a horibly written note, a few mismatch socks and an almost empty bottle of Astroglide. If I were the bachelor I'd stay far away from this chick.
Nice fuckin hiding spot bitch. Could barely see you.
I don't know if its a sign im getting old but I'm about one more commercial away from buying this flex seal shit. I was on the fence for a while but every time I see Phil Swift hop in the fuckin boat a little voice inside my head says, "dude, you should buy that." Now I've been resisting the urge for a few weeks but there's only so much temptation a guy can take. I even began to make up new uses in my head...
"Got a puncture hole in your Dunkin Donuts Styrofoam cup?! No problem, just apply a little flex seal and your caffeine addiction is free to commence."
That shit ever happen to anyone? Nothin worse than getting a cup of Dunkins only to puncture your cup with a finger cause you have too many things in your hand trying to get in and out of your car. Shit happens to me at least twice a year. Then like a psycho you are sucking the side of the cup similar to shot-gunning a beer. Looks real cool when you sit in traffic on 128 and people are staring at you as you suck face with the side of a cup.
