Thursday ThumbTubes & YouNails: 7-03-08

It's been pretty quiet around the House the past few days, and our staff would like to offer sincere apologies. We're quite embarrassed that we've only managed to squeak out three posts this week. We can only promise to return to our once notoriously keyboard-happy selves once we're past the holiday weekend. Truth is, we've been stupid hammered for nearly a week straight. But we're goin' on the wagon, in three days or so, and we'll get our act back together. Until then, here's a little nugget or two to chew on. Well, after the jump I mean.

The Big Lead has come across an interesting Web site. I'm sure including that link will generate tons of reader commentary here on the HoG, where we're all-NBA, all the time.

Awful Announcing reports that there's still hope for the future of NFL Films. Sheesh. That's how out of the loop I've been. I had no idea that the company was in danger of ceasing operation. What kind of sham is this? I can't imagine any form of my football calendar year without some NFL Films action to help me get hyped. Where would we (this generation) of football fans be without the endless efforts of the Sabol family? Less informed, not as excited, with fewer goose bumps, and certainly fewer reasons to procrastinate. If they ever canceled the airing of NFL Films presentations, I'd go Joey Barton on some fool:



(video courtesy of Deuce of Davenport)

In other suck-related news, SportsbyBrooks lets us know that the almighty Stuart Scott ain't interested in the blogosphere. What? Stu won't read? That's it. we're pulling the plug.

Big League Stew is reviewing ball parks in the bigs. Their current feature is Baltimore's Camden Yards. I hear there was a game there tonight, and the Royals squeaked one out, 10-7. Kyle Davies, bro. Kyle. Davies.

Elsewhere in baseball, those wacky Babes that covet the game are investigating voodoo sabremetrics. Why is this relevant? I don't know. Ask future Congressman Blanche Feverpiss.

This just in: Baseball can be dangerous.

(video courtesy of With Leather)

Finally, Hugging Harold Reynolds cues us in to the ever-oddening Brothers Manning. Freaks.

That's it for this evening. I've probably burnt a pizza or something. Don't blow off a finger, 'Merica. Don't piss off the in-laws if you're hangin' with them, and most importantly, don't forget to designate a driver. Even if that means putting your best bro in the baby stroller and shovin' him down the hill towards home, at least he won't be driving while under the influence. Happy Fourth.