Bombshell of the Month Nominations

Matty and I are having trouble picking ONE girl to be a our honorary Bombshell of the month. So we've decided to leave it to our awesome readers. This is what we're asking, we need you guys to start nominating girls for our annual Bombshell. What we'll do is have them fill out a little interview/questionnaire; their last names and any other sensitive information will be kept private. What we'll do is have photos, obviously, and post up their answers to our questions. The best part is, we'll have some generic questions, but YOU the READERS get to pick out some too. So since some of you guys are too chickenshit to talk to girls me and matty will take care of that for you. You wanna know what Karen's favorite pick-up line is? Well We'll do the dirty work.

For our girl readers, which I'm still dumbfounded by, here's why you want to be a Bombshell... You'll be famous. Like this isn't some daily or weekly thing, this is monthly. With a girl of the year to be awarded next year.

We know how much you girls love attention now here's your chance to get some. Maybe you can prove that you aren't like the rest of bimbos out there.

E-mail me or send me a message on Facebook with the nominations. Girls if you're feeling cocky, try nominating your self, but I don't wanna see the Nile River streaming down your cheeks when I crush your hopes and dreams. Lastly, just because you nominate a girl doesn't mean she will be featured, she obviously has to agree.

Thanks guys and gals, now let's make this happen, I don't want this site to get stale and neither do you.

Fancy Meals

Listen, I'm not going to pretend, I can't cook. Actually let me rephrase that, I'm too lazy to learn how to cook and I'm too lazy to bother trying to cook. You want to know what I make for food? Usually some sort of meat, steak mainly, but chicken and sausage as well as other high protein food make the list. I'll usually make pasta during the day as well, nothing wrong with some Pesto with that or just straight Bove's Vodka Sauce (It's local Vermont shit, Google it. Seriously, their sauce wins more awards than Michael Jordan's got championships) with meat balls. Oh and I'll make hard-boiled eggs and I'll usually buy tons of fruits because they're awesome. When I eat a juicy mango, it's like drinking the nectar of the gods. Yea I said it.

Anyways back on topic, as you can tell I don't really cook. Frankly I don't have the time and as long as I meet my nutrient needs, I'm ok with whatever you give me. Maybe when I have more time I'll pick some things up. But Shit, there's only 24 hours in a day, and 6 of those hours are spent sleeping. WE as MEN have got things to do, people to meet, and bitches to slay and there's just not enough time in the day. So where do we make our sacrifices? Food preparation. I'm not wasting 4 hours a day trying to cook and buy food to cook. That's where fast food comes in. See, I hate it. With all of my life. So I avoid it, but this website I found is absolutely fucking awesome and hilarious at the same time. Take a look at the first image, see how good that meal looks? Well you want to know what that food was originally? Take a look at the picture below.

That's right, the meal you just saw was Mcdonald's Chicken Mcnuggets. These guys are magicians. You see those mash potatoes in the first image, that came from the French Fries, I mean freedom fries (fuck you, you french pussys). Here's a link to the site, Fancy Fast Foods.

Who needs to bring a girl on a date? Now we can pretend that we cooked a nice meal, serve it on some nice plates, light some candles to get the mood right, play some John Mayer and have the girl melt into our hands. Like shooting fish in a Barrel.

In all seriousness, don't ever do that.

In conclusion, there are two morals to the story and my article here. Either you're a glass half-empty kinda guy and you think "you can polish a turd as much as you want, but a turd is a turd". Or you can think of it as a glass half-full kinda man, where we make something out of nothing. I tend to be the optimist, the glass half-full, like a Tom Brady, where I'm the 12th round and I'm the 199th pick in the NFL draft no one believes in me but then I go on to win 3 Super Bowls. Yea.

So what can we take away from today's post? Be creative and open minded, the greatest men in the world don't perceive things like everyone else, that's why we're different. Make something out of nothing. But do not think by changing your appearance, you're changing yourself. There's nothing wrong with trying to clean yourself up, but if you're a dick it doesn't matter if you're wearing a suit, or sweats, an asshole is an asshole.

National Beer Day

So over the weekend, yours truly was having a few brews and talkin shop (man talk) with a couple of the guys when I realized something: there is no national beer day. Now you may say that New Years is a big day, St Patty's Day, 4th of July...but all of those are holidays for a specific reason. As follows, there is no one day that celebrates alcohol, as there seems to be one for maryjane...illegal or not. After much discussion, it was decided that the day before Thanksgiving was quite a special day because everyone usually has Turkey day off, and thus thinking like the college drinkers we are, or used to be, might as well. So here is the unofficial (until it becomes widespread) declaration that the day before Thanksgiving is National Beer Day. So as the holiday approaches, grab whatever it is you call your favorite and enjoy responsibly. Here's to beer.

Drink like a Man, Recover Like a Man

Sunday = Recovery day. The TV is on a football game and you're on the couch in sweats, a hood over your head. You don't want to go out in public and you fear the light. With water in hand, you and fellas try to piece together the night. There's a little bit of "He-said, She-said" People try to lie about what everyone else was doing and it always end up with people pondering, "I did what?!"

It happens to all of us, and it's the sign of a good night, which you hopefully enjoyed. The morning and our hangover is a reminder for that. But unlike the morning, the hangover is not our friend. So I've compiled some info for you guys to recover like men, because no one wants to hear you bitch about how bad your head wants to explode. On the contrary, people WANT to hear how the night before went and you can then proceed to tell them how you crushed an 18 pack to your face, ran from the cops, and met a cute little brunette.

First, Water is essential. If you don't know that by now, I don't know where you're reading our page, because clearly you aren't a man. Alcohol will dehydrate you, so rehydrate yourself, drinks with electrolytes, will help as well. Gatorade is fine, but the high-fructose corn syrup isn't doing you any favors. So find a drink that has straight up glucose or other simple sugars, or make your own drink. I'll put that in a whole separate post. I personally have been using Surge which is a pre-workout and during workout drink, but it is essentially comprised of branched chain amino acids, simple sugars like maltodextrin, and sodium, chloride, potassium (needed electrolytes) . Surge can be found here And if you doubt the science of it you can see on the bottom of the page where they list their references of peer-reviewed scientific articles. They know their shit.

Second, I'm pleased to say the best food to cure a hang over is.....a Bacon Sandwich. You can find out why, here. "Bingeing on alcohol depletes neurotransmitters too, but bacon contains a high level of aminos which tops these up, giving you a clearer head." Combined with my mixture of BCAA (branched-chain amino acids, sugar and electrolytes, you have that 1-2 punch to beat that shitty reminder of last night. Go me.

I've given you the basics, if you want learn more, I've included some links. Later this week, me and chays will give you the lowdown on how to actually drink like a man, because while a 30 of Busch is a good time with the guys; when you're rolling in style you better be drinking in style. So put down that Mojito.

And remember, "Every hit can't be a home run, but you still have to step up to the plate."

http://healthmad.com/health/hangover-prevention-and-remedies/
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5124936/Hangover-cures-from-pickled-eyeballs-to-citrus-armpits.html
http://lifehacker.com/142827/ask-lifehacker--hangover-cures

Man Among Men

For our first annual monthly award for "Man Among Men", we had a hard decision of who to pick. After some deliberation, we decided that we really could not give it to the entire 2009 Yankees team. While the team was great, there is really only one man who rises above not only the rest of the current league, but also past legends as well. It is with great honor that we award the November "Man Among Men" to... Derek Jeter.



First, he is Mr. November. He comes to play when it's the post season(For some reason Bud Selig has decided to lengthen an already marathon of a season to fucking Thanksgiving, hence the Mr. November) He isn't just clutch, he's automatic. See, Jeter and the core four, Posada, Pettitte, and Rivera, were there when the Dynasty started back in 1995/1996 and with the exception of Pettitte, have been there ever since. Jeter has played 15 seasons in the majors, been to the World Series 7 times and has 5 rings to show for it. Most teams are hoping to get into the post season, but that doesn't matter because even winning a pennant means nothing when you wear The Pinstripes. He delivers and he might me older, he might have lost some range, but do not call him overrated. He won't be the best defensive short stop or most home run hitting of all time, but EVERYONE who knows baseball, knows that Jeter is as classy as they get. The only number that matters when it's all said and done, is how many championships you've won. I could go on and on about Jeter's Hits, his batting average, on-base percentage, but I won't because none of that matters. What matter's is that when the pressure is on, when the lights of New York City are burning through the opposing team's heart and soul, Jeter thrives. Jeter knows when to keep his mouth shut, how to deal with the retarded New York media. He knows what "Class" is all about and even more importantly he respects "The Game" more than anyone else. In the steroid era of baseball, he in the ONE guy who you know didn't take them. He didn't need them to get to Epic God status on the diamond. His heart, his desire to win, and his ridiculous talent got him there.

In the end, just remember that it's Jeter who is captain of the best baseball team on Earth, earning him our "Man Among Men" award. Old Yankee Stadium will forever be missed. "The House that Ruth Built" is irreplaceable. But with one year in New Yankee Stadium and one championship, "The House that Jeter Built" sounds pretty damn good to me.

P.S. Besides the fact that Jeter will be one of the greatest baseball players of all time, the man only dates "10's". Here's a short list: Victoria Secret Super Model Adriana Lima, Mariah Carey, Jessica Alba, Jessica Biel, Miss Universe Lara Dutta, and his most recent Friday Night Light's, Star Minka Kelley.




Abslutely Absurd.

Theee Yankeeessss Winnnnn

I'm a Yankees fan, and since I'm writing this blog, I can write about whatever I want. Arguably the best team ever assembled, regardless of money. Because for all you haters, don't for one second tell me if you had the money, you wouldn't have done the same thing. Before the season, I said the Yankees would win it all. Easy prediction you would say now, but I was met by many curses and slang terms a few months ago. If Jeter isn't one of the best players of all time, you're crazy...Andy may not be 1 or 2, but I'd take him any day of the week and twice on Sundays...and Mo is theeee best, end of story. Posada had to sit while Burnett threw to fatty Molina, and still came in to do his job when called. A-Rod had his best post-season ever, and Godzilla was...well, mother fuckin Godzilllaaaaa. And to think, we won this thing with the likes of Joey H, Gardner, and Swisher in the outfield...along with Tex and Cano who couldn't have hit water if they fell out of a boat. To all my fellow Yankee fans, drink it up baby. And to all the haters, suck it easyyyy.

Halloween recap

Well, halloween has come and passed, and I'm still feeling cheated. Granted I come from a D3 school, but mother fucker were on the north shore 10 mins from Salem MA so I expected better. The women around here sucked this year, like I've seriously seen better at the lunch room and certainly the gym. Guess I'll be putting in some more time there this week. I hope you guys went out and rocked the shit outta whatever you wore, because if you didn't, I was that guy who did. Since I used it this year and will probably never repeat it, here is a great idea for you next year: chippendales dancer. And if you've seen SNL, I wasn't Barney either haha. Start doin some sit ups, hit the flat bench, and grab the preacher bar. I can't tell you how many rooms I entered, without knowing a soul, but still had girls yelling out "it's my birthday" because they wanted a dance. If you think I smiled and laughed each time, you are sorely mistaken friend. What better way to meet girls than to yell back "why yes it is" and start dancing with them.

Of course you want your halloween to be insanity, filled with late night boozing and early morning memories, but you also have to weigh the ups and downs. At least for me, I had some good times, hung out with some great friends, and in the end everyone woke up Sunday morning. And that is the important thing, everyone woke up. Be a man, in all senses of the word.

Recovery

Well folks, I hope you all executed your game plans to the "T" and that your nights of Halloween were a success. Speaking for myself, I had a great time with my friends and my Tiger Woods costume was quite a hit. Not like I didn't expect it. I'm sad to see it go though, but I will breathe a sigh of relief knowing my memories will live on through the pictures of slutty girls posted on Facebook.

Cheers to good times.

P.S. How fucking awesome was day light savings time this year? Nothing like partying, having the clock strike 2 A.M. and then have it magically roll back to 1, continuing our good times for another hour. You all can thank me and Chays later for that. Extra hour of sleep? Fuck that. Bartender, another couple of rounds here!