Saturday, August 26, 2006

Um... What?

by SonDog

I jumped on the Fresno Grizzlies website tonight to see how the Giants' top minor league team was faring against Sacramento. That was my first mistake.

The main story was this celebrated piece: "Saturday is K-Fed Night at Grizzlies Stadium!"

I can't make this up.

As a matter of fact, the first 2,000 fans receive temporary tatoos.
Sweet Jesus.

Apparantly, K-Fed is a Fresno native. And if you know anything about Fresno, you understand that this explains so much on so many levels.

If it's okay with you, I'm going to go try to forget I ever saw this press release on a website that is affiliated with the San Francisco Giants.


Anonymous said...

I'm thrilled that you posted something - I was getting lonely. But horrified at what you posted - hum - the irony of it all....MB

sondog said...

Indeed. Pleasently ironical. It's some serious ironicness.I posted that one for your benefit, primarily.

The largest question that is begged is this: If K-Fed is from Fresno, does he still buy his "bling" from the quarter dispensers at Taco Bell? An educated man would say - Yes... Yes he does.

bh said...

They have a little K-Fed whatnot in this month's GQ. The whole thing is so cliche I want to throw up. Every picture has the douchebag sitting next to a bottle of Jack Daniels looking perfectly disheveled. It's titled something like "Hey, I'm Not Really Such A Giant Douche." My favorite quote is, "I'm the first white boy bringing the West Coast sound. It's gonna be huge. I'm doing shit not even Eminem does." A close second is, "I don't rely on my wife's money. I don't get any money from my wife. I'm almost broke. As a man, as a male figure and a father, I wouldn't be happy sitting back and living off my wife's fortune. I have to provide for my family. That's something she's had to learn about me." Oh, Jesus this guy is awesome. Hey, dumbass. You'd be pumping gas next to Clovis East if it weren't for your wife.

sondog said...

What the hell happened to Britney Spears? She went from glamorous and the fantasy of every 20-year-old guy, to trailor-trash and the fantasy of every homeless man in record time. It was like Scott Munter and his bowling ball sinker. His sinker looked sexy one day, then it was gone the next. At least Munter is in Connecticut and not Fresno.