Manity: Possessing and/or exuding the quality of manliness.

 

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Welcome Gentlemen and Ladies, to this episode of the Drunken Poet.  Today I want to address something that has been bothering me for many long years.  The role of the Man.  Not the ridiculous "Man" that Commies like Sand Vagina believe in.  I mean the Man's man. Clint Eastwood meets John Wayne kick ass, take names, and slap the hot waitress on the ass type man.  What happened to us?  We've been so destroyed by society into recognizing our feelings, and falling down over emotions and politeness that we've lost our natural disposition of burley, uncouth, conquering soldiers that live life by Testosterone and Balls alone.  In case you're unsure... testosterone is what makes us men. Look that shit up, science has my back.

Also, I failed to make note of it, I will be starting a new feature on the Blog, at the end of every post I'll be posting a drink of the day/post type thing. My gift to you, my alcohol swilling brethren.  Below the elusive break, you'll find your way into a world of tanks, planes, and flame.  To witness some of the most awesome and awe-inspiring man stories ever, hit the break, and read up.  Opinions and words after all, are for chicks.

It's The End of the World...

You know the song. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.  What an amazing thing to say, when the world is being gripped with the impending 2012 apocalypse, when the world is seemingly doing everything it can to explode itself up, with only a small amount of help from us, the average human being.

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To celebrate the impending doom of our world, I bring you two really cool videos I've found this year.  What are they of? The insane amount of earthquakes this year that are after all, completely explainable.  Nope, we're talking molten fury being spewed into the air, causing havoc on air travel the world round, and a freakish hailstorm in the American Midwest.  Check the jump to see the videos.

If you celebrate Passover on an Overpass...

You'll go back in time.  It's funny right?  Thank you to Conan O'brien for inspiring today's blog title, because I had absolutely no idea what to call it.  So there's been a lot going on in the recent week that has me abuzz, has me wanting to scream my name to the heavens while wearing a raincoat and deck shoes.  What is it that has me clenching my fist at the sky, challenging the sun in this manner?  Boredom.  That's right, sheer, fantastic, soul-crushing boredom.  It's a time of renewal in the world, spring flowers popping up, seasons changing, and what the hell is going on in my life?  Nothing.

This is March Madness

I want to touch on today just how insane that Xavier vs. Kansas St game was last night.  Now, I'm not a man who is overly concern too much by Basketball.  I like the Raptor's, but I'm a casual fan. I am  a fan, but it's not like I live and die by their results, try to watch every game, or anything like that.  That's The Chud & Volume Control, they're the guys who care a lot.  But for me, Basketball is a sport I enjoy watching, try to follow with a moderate amount of effort, and for the most part, probably about 2nd or 3rd on my list of sports to watch.  But last night, regaling in the beauty of my new 47" HD TV, I sat down to watch a game of March Madness. Now, if I don't care too much about the NBA, College basketball doesn't mean a lick to me. But last night I witnessed maybe one of the best games of basketball I have ever seen. Ever.  It wasn't a game of outstanding skill, it never can be in College Basketball. But it was a game of true Sports Passion.

These kids playing aren't pros. They're college kids who love the game, who are trying to fight the realization that they exist in a vast majority of other college sports players who have no future in their sport.  This isn't about a bigger paycheque next year in the league, about sponsorships, any of that. This was about writing yourself into history.  Those kids, they don't know what happens tomorrow, but what they do know, something they have over the rest of us, is that they are taking their SHOT.  Not a lot of people know when their shining moment in their lives is. Those kids, they're in it. They know it. They're fighting to keep it going and to make it better, and more memorable to themselves fr the rest of their lives.  It's the old sports cliche that you hear in movies, about how there isn't a tomorrow, there's just the game now.  That game last night folks, those kids were in it. Those kids watched it, they bled for it, they worked their butts off. Amazing.  I was up for an hour after the game, just from the adrenaline of watching them all put it on the line.  That is what sports are all about.