Peter King of Sports Illustrated will, from time to time, present his reader with valuable inside information. The remainder of his articles are filled with superfluous anecdotes of saved voice mails from Brett Favre and idiotic wagers that hinge on the payment of lattes from Starbucks. The weekly leg humping he gives Favre is inappropriate and all too messy.
But the bottom of King's barrel gets scraped when he begins waxing poetic about pop culture. Clint Eastwood's performance in Gran Turino or the idiocy that is King's evaluation of the Academy Awards has no bearing on why I would visit SI.com. Seriously....are you auditioning for the cultural abyss left by the departure of Ebert & Roper (God rest Siskel's soul)? Your stream of consciousness ramblings are beyond useless and frankly, quite retarded.
Having said that.....I absolutely love Wednesday nights and the Mind-Fuck that is Lost. The messianic figure of Locke/Bentham murdered at the hands of Benjamin Linus.......his resurrection...and ultimately his redemption? I LOVE IT!!!!
Peter King however, should stop enthralling us with his airport lobby stories about Steeler Fan showing fat hairy belly whilst easing right hand in to pants. It's a waste of space and disgusting.
Have some pride my good man. You write for SI...
Have some pride my good man. You write for SI...
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