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So this week is everyone’s-in-town-and-I-have-to-see-everyone week and I am not sure I will have another opportunity to write before Thursday and wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving.
In the spirit of November and all its wonderfulness, I have a few non-soccer-related items to share.
Firstly, thanks for all your votes in the 2011 Baltimore Sun Mobbies. I came in ninth in the best sports blog category, which I think is pretty damn good for my first nomination. Especially since I beat Roch Kubatko by six spots, which was really my secret goal. Next year, we’ll be No. 1 though, amirite?!
Next, we all know October is breast cancer awareness month. But did you know that November is lung cancer awareness and prostate cancer awareness month? We’ll get to the prostates in a minute, but first lets talk about lung cancer. It sucks, and it has recently affected some people very near and dear to me. I also realize the economy sucks, so you know, do what you can. Just do it before you go broke throwing elbows at Wal-Mart at 5 a.m. Friday morning.
I recently participated in a D.C. walk to benefit the LUNGevity Foundation, and it was pretty awesome. I’d like to say we did the whole 5K, but less than halfway through our team decided to go to lunch. Why? Because that’s how we do.
If you have a few bucks to spare, click here to donate. You can click on any team member’s name and donate any amount — every little bit helps — but I’d recommend clicking the name “Carly Hamburger.” That’s my homegirl.
Now, onto the prostates. Let me tell you a little story. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, I have a journalistic pedigree rivaled only by the likes of Hunter S. Thompson, William Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer. How did I earn this background, you ask? Obviously by putzing around at NYU for four years and doing as many internships as possible.
One such internship took place at Maxim, where I, an optimistic 19-year-old, learned the industry inside and out by transcribing interviews with dumb hotties and opening mail from prison inmates addressed to the aforementioned dumb hotties. One exceptional day, a fellow intern and I were tasked with finding eggnog for a feature to be included in the holiday issue. However, it was only September at the time and nary a bottle of eggnog was to be found in New York City.
So we set about making eggnog from scratch. Three gallons of it. So that three of our talented editors could see if they could each pound a gallon in an hour. Thus, trashcan ‘nog was born (since it was the only vessel large enough to hold three gallons). One dropped out and the other two decided to make it a who-could-do-the-most-nog-shots-in-15-minutes contest. To see how delicious my eggnog was, enjoy this holiday gift from me to you.
What does this long convoluted story have to do with prostates? Well, the winner of the eggnog contest is Steve Mazzucchi, who now donates his face to male reproductive systems every November for Movember, during which he grows an awesome moustache to raise money for the good cause. This is his fifth Movember of awesome facial hair, and if he hits his goal of $2,000, he will have raised close to $10,000 in all his Movembers combined. That’s almost as badass as drinking lots of eggnog, so if you want to help a brother out (and see his ‘stache), donate here.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Go Ravens, and go Blast!
