Welp. That happened.
We went to the Sabres game out on Long Island last week, we recorded dipshit #hottakes in the midst of our drunkenness, and then I took my sweet ass time editing it all into a nice little package for you.
At least it's short, right guys?
If you enjoy those moments when we're the most wretched versions of ourselves, you'll love this one. If you prefer us when we're serious sports analysts, go take a nap while reading Buffalo Wins.
Music by the Jambrones, The Edgar Winter Group, The Doors and Eric Clapton. Download here
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Apologist and Barrister, feat. The Continental
Oh dear. Craft beers. Whiskey. Vanishing dignity.
You may be aware that Apologist and I recently rendez-vous'd (not a word) for the Bills game Thursday night, using the time out at the bar as a perfect opportunity to revive the little-known Legal Limit podcast franchise. You also may be aware that new-to-the-Deeg Continental - of Smarten Up! mailbag fame - joined us, making her podcast debut.
You probably wouldn't have predicted this level of shit show, though. Good good, we are terrible. Actually, really, just the Barrister. He was most definitely over the legal limit, right guys? ... I'll show myself out.
We talk Bills/Dolphins, of course, but also take potshots at Al Gore, celebrate the Knicks move to 6-0 against the Spurs, talk about how the NBA may pick up disgruntled hockey fans during the lockout, commiserate Ryan Fitzpatrick's role in Bills franchise history, laugh about blunts and guns, and then bump into some Hurricane Sandy refugee Chicago Bears fans who happen to also love the Miami Heat. I'd claim it all makes sense in the end, but it most surely does not. Luckily, I'm pretty sure it's about what you've all come to expect from this embarrassment of a website.
Musical interludes include Jefferson Airplane, Oddisee, Bob Dylan and The Beastie Boys.
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One of the many things I missed while I was out.
Cue the milquetoast opener:
Well gosh darnit, fans of the Deeg, I know you've been eagerly awaiting content from the Kings of Fresh Takes and like the degenerates we are, we've opted to tend to our real world lives instead of bloviating about the latest in bread and circus sports entertainment. Why the lull? Well, personally, my answer to that question has three parts: (1) it's July and I've been getting viciously hamzoed more often than I should admit (hooray anonymous internet monikers!!); (2) I've been traveling a lot over the past 10 days, aforementionedly (not a word?) drunk for 70% of it (not true... not not true either), and I've simply been too drunk and/or hungover and/or distracted to sit down for a little chat; and (3) the only bright spots in my sports world are a surging team in a still ignored league (for now) and an utterly unproven team in the best league in America (for now). Forgive me if I don't jump for joy at the prospect of dwelling on shit that makes me contemplate a swift union between my fist and Fred Wilpon's balls.
But more on those Mets in a few. I can't lead of this trainwreck with that much heartache.
Can't you tell this is going to be FUN??? I'm bored and drunk on a train and you all get the fruits of my labor!
Wait... we need music.
Well kiddies, the day is nearly upon us. The day when Buffalonians shed their New York City selves and don their Sabres armor for a journey into enemy lands. Like Frodo and his manservant, our fate is certain and there is no turning back from the kind of darkness that awaits us just 25 miles to the west.
Uniondale, NY is a scary ass place. Orcs, man. ORCS.
The Yachtsman wanted to write a personal introduction to this episode of the CrapTastiCast, but unfortunately he got caught up with work and had to bail. Check back later, because he may add a glorious addendum about the breakdown of drunken language brought to you by the Scizz during this episode, but until then, this will serve as a brief disclaimer for what we all must consider an unlucky #13.
Do not adjust your dial at the beginning of the podcast (are there dials on ipods?), that is 100% German techno you are hearing. Just bear through it. The rest of the podcast I can't even say much about. Since our highest downloaded episode of the CrapTastiCast is #7 when we were all still hammered from the night before, we decided to try to top it. What you get is a cornucopia of drunken madness that includes LOTS of name calling, video game integrity, bovine insemination, Captain America, Buffalo accents, terrible baseball teams, the Demon Swede, pedaphiles, the creation of a super punter, and several on-air sing-alongs. That last one, of course, led to a DGWU group outing to a karaoke bar in Korea town until almost 2am later that night. Why wouldn't it? When it's the offseason for all Buffalo sports, this what you get; all five us together for a podcast (a first!), with microphones and plenty of alcohol. God help us all.
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