Tradition Tuesday: Non-Newsworthy, Totally Unbiased Miscellany

We here at the House of Georges, in addition to our devotion to publishing images of some of the worst "professional baseball players" currently on a big-league payroll, remain steadfast in our insistence that the rough focus of this blog centers on the rivalry between the Kansas City Chiefs (wept about by yours truly) and the Denver Broncos (hurrahed by Cecil and Old No. 7). It is, in fact, unfair that it's two versus one, but once KC gets that second Super Bowl win we'll even out the delegation likely keep doing it the same, tiresome way.

Eight years ago, The Tradition was born. It's one in which Bronco fans travel out to the Truman Sports Complex with their team, and Chief lovers return to the Rocky Mountains with theirs. We tailgate -- that is, consume ridiculous amounts of smoked meast and PBR cans, Peppermint Schnapp's-laden hot chocolate, if it's a Wives Game -- we talk massive amounts of shit, occasionally, our wives get assaulted by rival fans, and we almost always watch the visiting team lose. It's a grand old time.

Here at the HoG, we're going to keep The Tradition going with Tradition Tuesday--a weekly state-of-the-rivalry address.

Today's installment of the tradition will be a bit different. Actually, they all are, but who's keeping tabs. I've compiled a bit of a sports hodgepodge that may or may not be interesting, but somehow, each tidbit will return to the main vein of Seven's clogged vas deferens the post. We're bursting with headliney flavor. Just after the jump.

For starters, the Kansas City Chiefs, in lieu of making free-agent signings and paying attention to unimportant things like draft-day preparations, have managed to trim down the talent roster in at least one regard. Elsewhere in Chiefs news...(handed a bulletin tabbed "urgent")...right. Nothing else is happening in Chiefs news. That is, this guy, and these dudes keep plugging away with their mock drafts, so check in with them for extensively onerous tasks this professional sports blogger is far too lazy to tackle. Other things our fellow Chiefs bloggers have uncovered include this fantastic piece of non-laziness, and this baffling/hard-to-believe piece of speculation, courtesy of Arrowhead Pride, and Arrowhead Addict, respectively. In the Addict story, Pat Surtain and Chad Johnson are mentioned in the same paragraph. This of course reminds me of last year's Bengals/Chiefs game where Chiefs play-by-play guy Mitch Holthus recounted a Surtain interception of Carson Palmer with this classic line:

It's intercepted! Dos Tres steps in front of Ocho Cinco, and picks off Carson Palmer!

(Update: Blow me, Adam)

Hey, look: the Royals are tied for first place in the AL Central. Come on. I might not be able to publish that for 363 more days after tomorrow. Gotta take 'em where you can get 'em, no?

Back to the scrutinizing work of our colleagues that appear in the Tradtion-Related link list. Our newfound homeys at Bronco Talk uncovered this really hilarious gay doozy of a story.

And of course, there's always electrifying news spinning at the MyTubes, again courtesy of Bronco Talk.



I haven't bothered to watch what is likely the most reDonculous YouSpace clip ever posted, so somebody out there in Bronco Country -- hurry up, watch it, and never get back to me with a full report.

Best of all, however, is our old-time best friend, Mr. Hercules Rockefeller. Here's a guy that most certainly does not write for the Denver Post, and most certainly is a better, more professional, professional sports blogger than his counterfeiting, likely higher-paid counterpart. Bestest of all, is this, the best piece he has ever written for Orange Bucksnorts. Of course, I'm left with one question for Herc'. And that's this: Do you roll with a L or an XL Brodie Croyle jersey, bro? Just holla' me your size; I'll hook you with road and away.

Finally, if any of you other beautiful readers don't have your gear for Saturday, e-mail us at houseofgeorges@gmail.com, and we'll get it hooked up. Thanks to the Dead Spinsters for this one:



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