In between those pesky law school finals and some intense school board campaigning, I have decided to duck in for a quick bold prediction.

After all, I am hot as can be after predicting the Warriors to win before the series even started (albiet on another site instead of on Joboo) Although it must be noted I called them winning in 7, and they actually did it in 6, so even the Champ underestimated those Warriors.

Got Pistons and Wings playoff games today, a Nascar Night race, some De La Hoya v. Mayweather bout that is getting hyped up way too much, and of course a horse race.

I’ll take the home teams (Wings and Pistons), Jimmie Johnson, De La Hoya, and last, but certainly not least………….

HARD SPUN (16 to 1 as of Joboo press time)

That is all, I’m out.

God damn this is awesome

There is no way possible at this point for one to not be desirous of the Warriors winning over the lameass Mavericks. Dirk gonna come in struttin’ with a BULLET fedora like that? A silk scarf completely unnecessary around his neck but nonetheless screaming GOD DAMN? Not even a hint of making that tie rest under the collar proper?

I think not. And this is why the Warriors move on.

The year was 1984…the scene is Sherill, New York. You may not know this, but Sherill is the smallest town in New York. How many pizza parlors do they have in Sherill? They have one. And it is only open Thursday – Sunday, because on the other days it is a dentistry. Such is the way things are in smalltowns during the 1980s.

Roger Goodell was working in this pizza parlor after college, smoking a lot of marijuana, finding out what he wanted to do with his life. One day in 1984, his life would change suddenly and drastically.

That was the day the dentist decided to work fridays.

There became a lot of overlap customers, lots of waiting around in the office. So, they needed to do something and Goodell, being energetic, eager to please, suggested a video game arcade machine for the waiting customers

A week later they wheeled in a game.

That game, as you may have figured out, was Pacman.

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So, Drexel and Syracuse are out…Syracuse having gone 10-6 in the Big East…but Illinois, Stanford and Purdue are in? I don’t really get that.

Either way, it’s Tournament Time and everyone is going to start filling out those brackets, the link below is a link to a PDF of a printable NCAA Tournament bracket. Do you want to be looking at ESPN/Pontiac logos all week? Hell no. Print out the Joboo bracket with not a damn corporate sponsor.

2007 NCAA Tournament Bracket

The rest of this, let’s see if we can’t turn the comments into some actual discussion…since it seems like we’ve been lacking in that category for a while. Tournament selection/seeding complaints, upset predictions, Final Four predictions, that sort of thing.

I’m a bit surprised that this story isn’t making more news. An Indiana man is suing the Pacers, their mascot and claiming injury when he took part in a free throw contest.

What the article says is, “the lawsuit states that Jackson began to leave the basketball court but was tackled from behind by the team’s mascot, “Boomer,” a 6-foot-tall blue cat with gold whiskers.”

After reading this lawsuit in its entirety, I’m a bit surprised by the media’s handling of this incident. What was presented was a much more scaled down version of the events of that night. Surprisingly, the media did not cover the thuggish actions of several Indiana Pacer ballplayers. Thankfully, we here at Joboo believe in several things, one of them being presenting the information to the public.

Oh, who the hell am I kidding, I saw that the lawsuit was not on the internet in its entirety (I’m looking at YOU thesmokinggun…) and we decided we just had to put this gem up. The beginning is a bit stale and mostly covered in the news article, however, this thing gets entertaining when Jeff Foster hits the scene. I know I’m asking for a leap of faith, but Trust me on that one.

The PDF should hopefully have attached itself below…

Pacers Lawsuit

How do you score an interview with America’s most popular fetus?

I spent about 15 minutes trying to figure out that question and then I decided to just call Bridget Moynahan. I told her my name was Pete Carroll and I had a very intriguing offer for Moynahan and her fetus. Within seconds, I was on speaker with the fetus.

“Carroll…again?” was the first thing I heard. Somehow I managed to answer in stride. Then again, it wasn’t too surprising that Pete Carroll was on the recruiting trail for Tom Brady’s kid. I asked if he received the gift basket that Joboo sent along (paid for by the campaign of The Champ for schoolboard). “Of course I did. Basket with a peach and a bottle of whiskey, right?”

That was not the basket. But, no matter. I told the young lad that it was, however only after I procured an answer from him that led me to believe he was enjoying the whiskey. Then, it was time to get down to this interview.

What kind of question do you open with to a fetus? Damn, man, it’s a shame Pennsylvania voted Rick Santorum out of the senate. Didn’t vote for him myself. Sorry, dog, hope you make it to see the light of day. Do you think Tom is a jerk for bailing on Bridget and heading into the throes of passion with a model 10 years younger?  That’s not a good lead and frankly I’m thinking could make the fetus turtle up and not talk to me about the answers I needed to get. Should I call it IT? Or just assume that Brady would only have a male, quarterbacking child? I went with the assumption.

So, I went with how’s life. Simple, wanted it to be somewhat of an icebreaker type

“Banged Scarlett Johansson already, how the hell you think life is? Pretty crazy.”
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