Knitting and model making of course.
I just want to make sure Iâ€™m Glen Davis wherever Iâ€™m at. I think I can be Glen Davis wherever. It just depends on the system, the people around the system, whoâ€™s going to let Glen Davis be Glen Davis, not make Glen Davis something they think he should be.
From a column by the terrible Dan Shaughnessy.
Here’s a video of Big Baby Davis watching “Dunks of the Week”. Click the Big Baby Davis tag below to see some more BBD awesomeness. I love this guy.
If you thought I wouldn’t post a video Big Baby Davis made of himself dancing to a rap song, you don’t know me at all. AT ALL.
Hoping it helps the Celtics win tonight, here are the four pictures tied for second place in the, “Funniest Big Baby Davis Picture” contest. (The winner is obviousy this hilarious picture.)
It was a good year on Unlikely Words. In case you missed some or all of it, I went through the year and pulled out a few links to my favorite posts. Favorite is loose here and applies to something either I wrote or really enjoyed on the internets. What did you like this year?
In no real order…
A horse statue was vandalized in Saratoga Springs, Billy Ripken and Ken Griffey reminded me of how I spent the second half of the eighties and one summer after Sophomore year of college and Guns n’ Roses released an album leading to me telling 2 stories of my younger days.
I documented 12 cities that banned plastic bags, as well as the the 2008 Election and was PSYCHED this got linked by Kottke and Wonkette. Bill Simmons listed his favorite sports journalism and I found links to almost all of them as tons and tons of musicians told John McCain “Donâ€™t Play My Song! and I compiled a list. I was hoping this would catch on, but, alas…
A seafood truck crashed in Worcester. Someone rented a refrigerated truck and the lobsters were sold all over town. Until they were discovered, seized and…dumped back into Boston Harbor, which seems like it could only happen in Worcester, the Paris of the Eighties.
World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks was my favorite book this year, Mad Men Season 1 my favorite TV show, and Eastern Promises my favorite movie. However, my favorite movie to talk about was the utterly horrible Unknown. It’s not unwatchable, though.
“Dodgers touch Colon for run in fourth” was my favorite headline of the year, while seeing Sir Ben Kingsley as Ian MacKaye was my favorite video. The Barack Brains T Shirt (Bad Brains logo/Barack) tied the Cry Celtic Green T-Shirt for garment of the year. And I got an iPhone.
A hawk attacked a girl at Fenway Park and I introduced the world to cold cut flavored jelly beans, which surprisingly elicited a prompt reaction from the inventor of Jelly Belly (see the comments). I continued hating sharks while Pat Matheny continued to hate Kenny G’s “Lame-ass, jive, pseudo bluesy, out-of-tune, noodling, wimped out, fucked up playing.â€
Eliot Spitzer banged a prostitute and I was there to flow chart it. I also created a recipe to make Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream at home, watched my street flood, enjoyed this article about getting stuck in an elevator, and found out BJ Upton’s BJ stands for Bossman Junior, which is just awesome.
And finally, my favorite picture of the year:
Happy New Year everyone, thanks for reading and see you next year.
Big Baby Davis was in a minor car accident today on the Mass Pike, and I am resisting as hard as I can making a crying joke.