- Charles Barkley. First of all...you get nailed for DUI. Then you admit to being on your way to get a B*@$ Job from a random prostitute. However, my beef with your situation is the fact that you tried getting an officer to tell you that the hooker was "pretty". Really?! You couldn't just take a taxi home? Or tried being a little less revealing when trying to score orally? Sir Charles, you shame me.
- Matt Millen. Former Detroit Lions President. And I stress the use of the word former. NBC correspondent, Chris Collinsworth asked Millen if Millen would've fired himself after going 31-84 while he was at the helms of the Lions organization, Millen, give him credit and God Bless this sad man, admittedly replied "I would have actually."
- Jarkko Ruutu. I actually enjoyed watching you as a Pittsburgh Penguin last season. Honestly, I have nothing against you. At least you're not Darcy Tucker, or any member of the Philadelphia Flyers. But you're no Gary Roberts or Matthew Barnaby. You're Jarkko Ruutu. And last night (01/06/09), you looked like you were a starved, crazed animal. Chomping down on Andrew Peters' right thumb, through the leather of his glove, breaking the skin. To be honest, I don't believe your 2 game suspension handed down by the NHL was appropriate. It's an instinct. People put a thumb in our face, it's only natural to bite down on it. Who doesn't do that?? Regardless, I look forward to seeing you again soon, doing what you do best, agitating, antagonizing and cannibalizing.
- Jose. From the band Houston Calls, or should I say, formerly. This guy...Where do I start? He's in this band, he sings or plays guitar or something, not quite sure yet. And he winds up screwing, literally, one of his bandmates ex girlfriend. Now, I know this whole "bros before ho's" mantra is an unwritten rule amongst humanity, however, she was his EX. Jose, you had every right to knock boots with this band whore. And Houston Calls, you're going downhill fast. To kick out a brother for doing what any guy would do in the sitch-you-a-shee-yon (pronounce it out loud, it sounds humorous). You're already a no name band, now you're just making a mockery of yourselves.