Well here we are...

Look at this fucking place.

It's not much to look at, but I'm guessing the six of you who found this blog really don't give a shit anyway.

Before any of you ask, no this place isn't a Cleveland Indians fan site. Personally I say fuck the Indians. Who really cares about those assholes outside of Mark? What I'm hoping is that some of you out there are familiar with the greatest sports movie of all time. If you said, "For the Love of the Game" just get the fuck out now. For those of you with your testicles (or sweet yams) still attached to your body you probably recognize our namesake as a quote from the great Harry Doyle in "Major League." Why do we love Harry Doyle? Well if there was ever a man who could fire off a rant and generally not give a shit what he said, Harry Doyle was that guy.

Some of you detective types may have noticed that little box to the left titled 'Dorn of the Week.' You might be wondering just what in the fuck that is... Well, that's our little award for the biggest douche bag in the fucking world for any given week. Right now we plan on unveiling a new 'Dorn' every Monday, but for the time being I'm inclined to give it to our very own BitchDuck. Seriously, you couldn't come up with a better name? Go fuck yourself you lazy fuck. I guess living in Alabama really does make you stupid.

Rant on fuckers.

Welcome to 'One God-Damn Hit?'

This is 'One God-Damn Hit?' This will be a blog of rants, mostly about sports, but also about life in general. We'll have rants about sports teams, players, fans, owners, and everything else that goes along with following sports. But we'll also include rants about everyday bullshit. All three of us are married so you're sure to get some quality bitching about the wives, although none of the women know about the blog so they'll be none the wiser (tee hee hee).

I, The Mark Show, am a Cleveland Indians fan (Fucking Mark Shapiro! Stop trading Cy Young winners! And Victor Martinez! Fuck!) living in Boston so you're sure as shit gonna get some quality stuff concerning the incredible amount of douchiness emanating from Red Sox Nation. Jesus Christ I hate these people. On the flip side, I started rooting for the Patriots and Celtics when I moved here for college in 1999. I'm sure most of you will call me a bandwagon fan but just remember that I bought a Bledsoe jersey my first year here when the Pats went 9-7 followed by 5-11 in 2000. I would never say I was a long suffering fan but I did root for the team before the Super Bowl run. Same with the Celtics and their shittiness before the title run in 2007-08 and god knows I did an assload of bitching during the tank season of 2006-07. Although that season made it REALLY easy to get tickets. Loge seats for $30, thanks!

Anyway, on to the other creators of this blog: Booze is the most cynical guy I know. This is a man who could bitch about bacon wrapped scallops, and no one in their right mind would ever bitch about those. They're fucking delicious. If you invite me to a wedding, there better be bacon wrapped scallops or you have fucking failed. Wait a sec; I didn’t have them at MY wedding. Fuck! I hate myself. Back to Booze...he's a die hard Seattle sports fan. Now that's depressing. He hates the NBA thanks to the despicable situation with the Sonics, the Mariners are perennially shitty, the closest hockey team is in fucking Canada, and Jesus Christ UW has an awful athletic program, with the exception of women’s softball. Yippee. Booze wants me to point out that the UW hoops team is ranked 7^th this preseason. Excellent. The early round upset in March will make for some excellent ranting.

And now we move on to BamaDawg, another UW grad. He lives in Ala-fucking-bama. Dear god is that a hotbed for rants. He has to deal with this kind of shit from SEC fans every weekend.




And that's just Roll Tide fans. I'd have a fucking field day if I had to live down there with those hick dipshits.

So welcome to One God Damn Hit? By all means let us know if you agree with our rants, think we’re just douchebags, or whatever. Let the ranting begin!