Archive for August, 2009

There are times when life hands you opportunities that are simply bigger than you.

At these pivotal junctures, all one can truly do is seize said opportunity and make it his own.

Such a moment happened for me recently, and it was when I caught wind of Chris Illuminati putting forth a search for the most battered sneakers.

The concept was simple: send in a picture of sneaks that had been through the ringer, and the best picture would win a free pair of Saucony X360 what-have-yous. Being a lover of footwear, albeit not typically those in the sporting goods section, I immediately jumped on this golden opportunity.

My shoes, as you can see, weren’t that battered, so I quickly took the matter into my own hands.


Illuminati seemed to appreciate my handy work in the knife department, and made me a semi-finalist – relying on the votes of others to declare either myself, or my competition, the winner.

I could really use new sneaks for, you know – running along the Hudson, gallivanting around the house in-only (what?), and simply to say “I win!”, a phrase rarely uttered on my part.

So – If you could please take a moment to vote for me, Stabbing Sole, I would not only appreciate it, I will send you a picture of me with my winning new kicks – courtesy of myself, my camera, and of course, Gmail and President Obama.

Click here to vote – and thank you so much!


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E A G L E S..

So, here it is, gang! – My first time to watch my beloved Birds back on the field this preseason, since living in New York land doesn’t lend itself to being able to see every Eagles game anymore.


Jersey is out, smile is on, head tilt is in full effect – and, all of this despite the recent addition to the team.

Many people have asked when I was going to blog about Vick being made an Eagle. Despite it being a week ago to the day, I have purposefully put it off for a number of reasons. One, because I have blogged in the past about my feelings on Vick, which were explicitly clear – I, in no way, care for him as a human being, or believe that what he did was anything less than obscenely inhumane. Furthermore, the Eagles do not care about my thoughts on the situation, clearly – what is done is done, and the complaints of the people of Philadelphia will not change that.

Do I appreciate Vick being an Eagle? Absolutely not.

Do I think he should be allowed to play in the NFL? Yes.

Despite my earlier position on all of this, I have realized that our legal system is based on (and has to be) being innocent until proven guilty. And once you are proven guilty, you serve your time and pay your debt to society.

Our society also hopes that during your jail sentence, that whatever hate in your heart caused you to commit said crime dissolves entirely – and, sometimes, it actually does. People have served time, and bettered themselves for it.

So I guess it comes down to this, for me:

Do I truly believe in my heart Vick is 100 percent sorry for what he did? No. The things he allowed to happen to animals are so unfathomable, and I do believe that someone who could allow such acts to take place is a person incapable of complete change.

Do I hope that I am wrong about this? Yes. Of course. Why wouldn’t anyone want to be wrong about this, if not only because of their own ego?

Without ever having anyway to ever base an opinion on whether he truly is sorry, I can only see this situation factually: Michael Vick paid his debt to society, and should be allowed to play in the NFL – that includes my beloved Philadelphia Eagles.

WIll I ever really be comfortable with the sight of Vick in an Eagles uniform?


No. Never.

Yet, it is what it is, and despite my personal opinions about him as a person, he should be given that second chance.

But, I am one lone girl – a lover of animals, but also the Philadelphia Eagles – what are your thoughts?

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If you follow myself or Cotter on twitter, you might remember us asking all of you what was a worse football fan faux pas: pink jerseys, personalized jerseys, or others?

Well, my friends – the wait is over, and the results are in.

Are you wondering how all of this came to be? A lot of people have questioned what piqued my interest on the subject at hand.

Here it is, you curious critters:

Last week commenced the Eagles preseason training camp, which, every year, has me fervently checking blogs, stats, and leaves me with the Philadelphia Eagles homepage consistently open. Inevitably, the habitual shopper in me ended up on the Eagles gear page (of course), and to my horror, remembered the time of “put your name on the back of your team’s jersery” – and seriously wondered, do people still do that? (and, more importantly, why did they ever start?)

This created the ever-controversial “what is worse” war – to which, Cotter (who I had initially addressed this question) and myself put it up to the fate of the Gods, taking twitter and facebook polls, asking all of you (to our horror!) which was better.

Here is what you guys decided.

Out of the 80 of you that so kindly responded to my inquriy, I was flabergasted, flabergasted! by the results. When I started this journey, I assumed everyone would so obviously agree with me, because to me, it seemed that personalized jerseys was the obvious choice.

Thanks for proving me wrong. Jerks.

This is the actual breakdown:

Those who agree with yours truly and say that your own name on the back of a jersey is the ultimate sin – 27

Those of you who are avid haters of the color pink, especially when presented in jersey form on gameday – 51

Those of you who like to throw a good curve ball, saying wearing the wrong team’s jersey is the worst – 2

The grand total of you who gave up 2.5 seconds of your life to serve the better cause of my often ignored blog = 80

I’m no mathmetical genius here, but this is what? 24 extra votes that go to the deteste of pink jerseys, which is 63 percent of the total votes. Way to prove me wrong, all.

If you missed out on the fun, I have added a poll – feel free to contribute below.

Something I feel that I should point out, at this juncture, is that the pink jerseys, whether you love or despise them, donate a part of the proceeds to support breast cancer research – and that is something I hope, regardless of how you feel on the subject, we can all get behind.

Football season is almost upon us, gang. Can’t wait.

See you at the bar.


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