February 1-February 7, 1999

Sometimes we make ourselves laugh. It doesn't happen often. But we give ourselves a real scream.

Like when Stimpy eats all that cat litter. That makes us howl, too.

This week, we've done it. We're chucklin'.

Ack.

 

 

2.1.99

Robinson Deflated

Denver won. Sure, that's one way to put it.

Another might be: Atlanta sure did blow their opportunities. Or: God, can you believe the way the Falcons went down?

Yessir, the truest Super Bowl story was not the Broncos' 34-19 victory, nor was it John Elway's interminable Bataan Death March of a retirement decision. Rather, the real scoop came late late late Saturday night.

(Get it? Came?)

Eugene Robinson used to be a very well-respected member of the Atlanta Falcons. Before that, he was a very well-respected member of the Green Bay Packers and the Seattle Seahawks. He's a smart dude; he went to Colgate. He was Seattle's Man of the Year four times in five years, and he was a runner-up for the NFL Man of the Year this season. He cultivates an image of Christianity, and he has always led his team in prayer.

And late Saturday night, Eugene Robinson was arrested for soliciting an undercover policewoman for sexual favors.

To his credit, on the eve of the year's biggest game, Robinson---who's married with children---didn't actually asked for actual sex. He just wanted a little oral relief.

Was Robinson's interesting pre-game ritual a distraction for his team? Well, Chris Chandler did evidently think reporters were saying "More Lobs...."


Dudes: butt-sniffing of any kind generally puts very few people in the mood for anything but turning the damn TV off.


Danny Elfman. This is easily his best work in years. Perhaps the score for A Civil Action was so lousy because he shot his creative wad on this film. If so: Hey Man, Nice Shot.


These parties come complete with celebrity hosts who are paid thousands upon thousands of dollars to stagger once to the microphone, thank 5,000 of their closest friends for attending, and then vomit on the CEO's wife.


Dilbert has one thing in common with another cartoon change-of-venue, the movie Beavis and Butthead Do America: the opening is a thousand times better than the rest of the show


What can never been duplicated is the urbane wit of a lecherous geriatric general sexually harassing his pornographically drawn secretary.