Reunited and it feels so good...
So it seems Wheelhouse Geoff and Wheelhouse Jerry will be taking in the Ryder Cup from the comfort of, Jerry's couch, maybe? Not sure the local, but the fellas have the day off to watch golf, and perhaps find time to chime in here on what they're seeing on the magic television box. Enjoy the A.M. Ales, gents.
For the rest of us, treat this post as your Ryder Cup Day 1 Open Thread...at least until it gets trumped by one of the two filler items I see Statler and Waldorf have in draft.
P.S. Is Geoff "Peaches"? Making Jerry "Herb"?
Showing posts with label Wheelhouse Jerry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wheelhouse Jerry. Show all posts
Friday, September 28, 2012
Monday, May 07, 2012
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
"Artist Formerly Known As The Wheelhouse" Filler
Got this the other day from Jerry:
From: Wheelhouse Jerry
Sent: Sunday, January 01, 2012 12:58 PM
To: Doofus Overlord
Subject: Filler
If you need some blog filler here's a sunderland fan kissing ji dong won after scoring a last minute winner against man city
Really didn't know what sunderland was or who ji dong won was, but Man City clued me in. A quick google search led me to discover the donger is "a South Korean footballer who plays as a striker for Premier League club Sunderland and the South Korea national team." (thank you Wikipedia)
That still doesn't quite explain a fan kissing a player on his favorite team, or why Jerry sent me a photo of a man kissing another man, but it certainly does serve as filler.
From: Wheelhouse Jerry
Sent: Sunday, January 01, 2012 12:58 PM
To: Doofus Overlord
Subject: Filler
If you need some blog filler here's a sunderland fan kissing ji dong won after scoring a last minute winner against man city
Really didn't know what sunderland was or who ji dong won was, but Man City clued me in. A quick google search led me to discover the donger is "a South Korean footballer who plays as a striker for Premier League club Sunderland and the South Korea national team." (thank you Wikipedia)
That still doesn't quite explain a fan kissing a player on his favorite team, or why Jerry sent me a photo of a man kissing another man, but it certainly does serve as filler.
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
The Twelve Days of Gheorghe-mas: Day Three
On the third day of Gheorghe-mas, Big Gheorghe gave to me...
Three blogging concepts (Sports, Drinking, & Elitism)
Two Footie Stories
And a Doofus on a Pony
Remember the first week of December a year ago? Whew. It was enough to wear some folks out. What a week + Tribe playoffs.
Friends, Gheorgheans, blogophiles, lend me your eyes;
I come to praise Jerry’s Wheelhouse, not to bury them.
The blogging that men do lives after them;
The snarky snideness is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Geoff and Jerry.
Let it be taken as a compliment that, for as many epithets as G:TBers hurled at the Wheelhouse through the years, the majority of the staff continues to inquire about the extended absence / early retirement of our counter-blog. The latter half of last year saw the tandem blogcycle featuring Geoff and Jerry begin to slow, but their December 4, 2010 random-post-as-epilogue stunned the local ‘sphere. Where as Rob and I shuttered Misery Loves Company in 2009 with an end-of-the-baseball-season adieu we hoped would bookend our seven years of chronicling, you don’t often hear farewell speeches that close with:
“We might also see some wildcat with QB/WR DJ Mangas behind center.”
It certainly left some questions unanswered. While other FOG:TB blogs like What Mark Is Doing, Drunk and Stupid, Dave’s Quote of the Day, and that fortnight of vitriol Hot Action ran their course and faded out appropriately, the Wheelhouse went out on their own terms, or at least their own wives’/TV addictions’ terms. While it wasn’t exactly like the cancellation of “Arrested Development” or “Family Guy,” I’d say it was at least like “Sports Night” or “My So-Called Life.” Or “Post.” A little premature.
And so we look back and salute our blogrades. Hip, hip, hoogay. (That was from Mark.)
Jerry’s Wheelhouse began as inconspicuously as Jerry himself, conceived on a hot, drunken Saturday night in August in a sweaty, suburban apartment. In one concise, inaugural post, however, he managed to (a) reverse the Curse of the Bambino and (b) set the stage for what the next six years of Wheelhouse posts would bring: pissed off people writing about watching sporting events on television and drinking, mostly making fun of everyone involved. And being thoroughly contrarian. The formula was set, and it worked.
There were digressions from this established mean, of course. Political ramblings. Hookup stories (usually someone else’s). Pictures of hot chicks. Pictures of Wheelhousers in mustaches riding motorbikes in Greece with other guys. Attempts to start new blogs and petitions to do even more. (Aborted attempts.) There was even an attempt to form a Justice League America superblog that would team several Gheorghers (like Superman, Batman, and the Atom) with the Wheelhouse duo (Robin and Black Lightning). It was to be called DNP: Coach’s Decision, and there was even a rough cut of the new website. Like many of our endeavors, it was a dodo, flightless and doomed to extinction.
In the end, these heat of the moment side projects were nothing more than Asia compared to the regular, roundabout output of Yes that the good people of Jerry’s Wheelhouse brought us. Who can forget these classics?
Though we tend to rag the Wheelhouse (aka “The Birdcage”) like fraternity brothers do, that the G:TB staff compiled those selections from memory speaks to the regard in which we hold these dudes and their entertaining works. (That we went to extraordinary lengths to rattle the ‘cage, even creating a fake blog and bloggers to take them down a few pegs . . . well that says something, too, I guess.)
There were the recurring segments – the Ryder Cup previews, the counterpoints on the Mets, the anti-homerism on the Redskins, and the football picks, which we looked forward to each week. Always worth a few chuckles. And then we at Gheorghe challenged Geoff and Jerry to a picks contest, on which we had no business winning.
The comments kept us involved, sometimes too much so. In some cases, the comments were fodder for more creativity than the original post.
In the end, it was a place where relatively like-minded people kept us entertained. For me, a guy who doesn't visit that many commentary websites or listen to "talk radio," it was one of a few places where I get insight, laughter, and statistics. And fashion tips. (Brown shoes with blue suit?) Losing it was like losing CBS back in the days of the three networks, two independents, and 95 channels of static. Not good.
When pressed for quotes on our missing chums over at the Wheelhouse, Team G:TB had this to say in tribute:
Three blogging concepts (Sports, Drinking, & Elitism)
Two Footie Stories
And a Doofus on a Pony
Remember the first week of December a year ago? Whew. It was enough to wear some folks out. What a week + Tribe playoffs.
I come to praise Jerry’s Wheelhouse, not to bury them.
The blogging that men do lives after them;
The snarky snideness is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Geoff and Jerry.
Let it be taken as a compliment that, for as many epithets as G:TBers hurled at the Wheelhouse through the years, the majority of the staff continues to inquire about the extended absence / early retirement of our counter-blog. The latter half of last year saw the tandem blogcycle featuring Geoff and Jerry begin to slow, but their December 4, 2010 random-post-as-epilogue stunned the local ‘sphere. Where as Rob and I shuttered Misery Loves Company in 2009 with an end-of-the-baseball-season adieu we hoped would bookend our seven years of chronicling, you don’t often hear farewell speeches that close with:
“We might also see some wildcat with QB/WR DJ Mangas behind center.”
It certainly left some questions unanswered. While other FOG:TB blogs like What Mark Is Doing, Drunk and Stupid, Dave’s Quote of the Day, and that fortnight of vitriol Hot Action ran their course and faded out appropriately, the Wheelhouse went out on their own terms, or at least their own wives’/TV addictions’ terms. While it wasn’t exactly like the cancellation of “Arrested Development” or “Family Guy,” I’d say it was at least like “Sports Night” or “My So-Called Life.” Or “Post.” A little premature.
And so we look back and salute our blogrades. Hip, hip, hoogay. (That was from Mark.)
Jerry’s Wheelhouse began as inconspicuously as Jerry himself, conceived on a hot, drunken Saturday night in August in a sweaty, suburban apartment. In one concise, inaugural post, however, he managed to (a) reverse the Curse of the Bambino and (b) set the stage for what the next six years of Wheelhouse posts would bring: pissed off people writing about watching sporting events on television and drinking, mostly making fun of everyone involved. And being thoroughly contrarian. The formula was set, and it worked.
There were digressions from this established mean, of course. Political ramblings. Hookup stories (usually someone else’s). Pictures of hot chicks. Pictures of Wheelhousers in mustaches riding motorbikes in Greece with other guys. Attempts to start new blogs and petitions to do even more. (Aborted attempts.) There was even an attempt to form a Justice League America superblog that would team several Gheorghers (like Superman, Batman, and the Atom) with the Wheelhouse duo (Robin and Black Lightning). It was to be called DNP: Coach’s Decision, and there was even a rough cut of the new website. Like many of our endeavors, it was a dodo, flightless and doomed to extinction.
In the end, these heat of the moment side projects were nothing more than Asia compared to the regular, roundabout output of Yes that the good people of Jerry’s Wheelhouse brought us. Who can forget these classics?
- Jerry explains European soccer. In plain English.
- Geoff made the Skins fans among us laugh and wince with the Top 100 Embarrassments of Daniel Snyder. (Somewhat aped by the CityPaper years later.)
- Geoff recounts mayhugh’s wing-eating extravaganza.
- Jerry displays football genius in articulating what no football commentator pointed out.
- Then Jerry isn’t so prescient. (But he wasn’t terribly wrong in the specifics.)
- And finally, Geoff’s masterstroke, his What’s Now post.
Though we tend to rag the Wheelhouse (aka “The Birdcage”) like fraternity brothers do, that the G:TB staff compiled those selections from memory speaks to the regard in which we hold these dudes and their entertaining works. (That we went to extraordinary lengths to rattle the ‘cage, even creating a fake blog and bloggers to take them down a few pegs . . . well that says something, too, I guess.)
There were the recurring segments – the Ryder Cup previews, the counterpoints on the Mets, the anti-homerism on the Redskins, and the football picks, which we looked forward to each week. Always worth a few chuckles. And then we at Gheorghe challenged Geoff and Jerry to a picks contest, on which we had no business winning.
The comments kept us involved, sometimes too much so. In some cases, the comments were fodder for more creativity than the original post.
In the end, it was a place where relatively like-minded people kept us entertained. For me, a guy who doesn't visit that many commentary websites or listen to "talk radio," it was one of a few places where I get insight, laughter, and statistics. And fashion tips. (Brown shoes with blue suit?) Losing it was like losing CBS back in the days of the three networks, two independents, and 95 channels of static. Not good.
When pressed for quotes on our missing chums over at the Wheelhouse, Team G:TB had this to say in tribute:
"The Wheelhouse . . . canned beer taste in the bottle world of blogging. Delicious."Some special words. Here's to six years of friends writing stuff about stuff.
"I'll never have an issue with a man who personally knew Big John Studd."
"The Wheelhouse is gone??"
"One man writes on a couch, in a Giants starter jacket with Haddaway blaring in the background. And with it, the Wheelhouse begins. In comes Geoff, the Brooks Brothers-clad Felix Unger to Jerry's Oscar Madison. Magic was made, words with written (in some order). Since 2004, they have been the Ace and Gary of our blogging universe. Good bye Wheelhome, you are missed. All you did was weaken a country today, Jerry and Geoff. (well, you did this a year ago, so actually, thanks a lot for all the shit this nation has gone through in the past 12 months)"
"They're in a better place now. Buried at Arlington."
"Beneath that veneer of subtle contempt, often-brilliant analysis, and contrarian worldview, I always thought the Wheelhouse was a cry for help. I hope those guys found what they were looking for."
"As for me, you may ask how I will remember them, what I thought of them. Unfortunately there I run out of words. Perhaps you will forgive me if I turn to the words of another splendid bugger who reminds me of them in his buggery: W.H. Auden. This is actually what I want to say: 'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.'"
"Jumped the shark in '07, really. But oh, yes, when the writing was in their . . . uh . . . really good place for excelling at it . . ."
"Two great tastes that go great together."
"We are gathered here today to pay final respects to our honored dead. And yet it should be noted, in the midst of our sorrow, this death takes place in the shadow of new life, the sunrise of a new world; a world that our beloved comrades gave their life to protect and nourish. They did not feel this sacrifice a vain or empty one, and we will not debate their profound wisdom at these proceedings. Of our friends, I can only say this: of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, theirs were the most... human."
"Sports, Drinking, & Elitism . . . yep."
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Can The Wheelhouse Be Saved?
As many of us have noticed, our friends over at The Wheelhouse seem to be on a sabbatical of some sort. Questions are being asked: Where did they go? Will they return? What has Chip been doing all this time? Well, I was randomly emailing Wheelhouse Jerry and his colleague Craig about Michael Bradley heading to Aston Villa (I got that right?) when I also mentioned that it might be time for G:TB to send out The Wheelhouse in true wrestling fashion with a fake funeral. Jerry took that as we should wrestle for the future of the site, and then 10 minutes later Craig emails us this:
After laughing for 20 minute I sent this to Geoff, and his response?
This was time well spent. I have many questions, the first of which is: Was there some sort of wrestling match between TJ and Jerry that precipitated this? I’ll hang up and listen to your answer.
So the floor is open folks...how do we play this out? No-holds-barred steel cage match? (Step)ladder match? I'll see you in the comments....
After laughing for 20 minute I sent this to Geoff, and his response?
This was time well spent. I have many questions, the first of which is: Was there some sort of wrestling match between TJ and Jerry that precipitated this? I’ll hang up and listen to your answer.
So the floor is open folks...how do we play this out? No-holds-barred steel cage match? (Step)ladder match? I'll see you in the comments....
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Playoff Football, Live from Jerome's SportsCave
You know him better as Wheelhouse Jerry, the guy who had such a week in late November that no one had heard from him since. Or something like that. His three TV set-up is perfect for sports viewing, so I'm headed over there for today's NFL playoff action (and whatever else finds its way to the other two TVs - college hoops, stoopid soccer, awesome darts, confusing Australian football, you name it). Because I am a lazy bum, I have chosen two video clips to represent our games today. No predictions from me, just hoping the games are 69% as good as last Saturday's fare.
Baltimore Ravens @ Pittsburgh Steelers, 4:30 kickoff
Three and a half hours of two teams beating the piss out of each other. Banging heads (or helmets), if you will...
Green Bay Packers @ Atlanta Falcons, 8:00 kickoff
I was gonna throw up the "Do you like making f**k Bezerker" clip for Greg, but I felt we had enough metal above. Instead, the thought process went like this: "Falcons...playoffs...wait, wasn't MC Hammer on the sideline back in their Glanville/90s run...oh yeah...."
Baltimore Ravens @ Pittsburgh Steelers, 4:30 kickoff
Three and a half hours of two teams beating the piss out of each other. Banging heads (or helmets), if you will...
Green Bay Packers @ Atlanta Falcons, 8:00 kickoff
I was gonna throw up the "Do you like making f**k Bezerker" clip for Greg, but I felt we had enough metal above. Instead, the thought process went like this: "Falcons...playoffs...wait, wasn't MC Hammer on the sideline back in their Glanville/90s run...oh yeah...."
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