Have the Titans lost their minds?

For a club that is said to have a no dickheads policy the Gold Coast Titans have signed one of the biggest dickheads in rugby league or even Australia. Greg Bird is a grub, a liar and a poor human being overall. Anyone who glasses a woman is a deadshit and deserves to be locked up. Instead Bird and his lawyers get him off the charge by making his bimbo missus change her story. For the Titans to jump at the chance to sign Bird astonishes me. They may have their sights set on winning the competitiion, which Bird will undoubtably help the with, but at what cost to your club and fans. If I was a Titans fan I would be furious at this signing. It is only a matter of time until his very minute mind explodes again and lets himself and the Titans down.

LOOSE!

Ron Artest, the often-controversial Lakers forward, told a magazine interviewer he used to drink alcohol at halftime of NBA games.
“ I used to drink Hennessy ... at halftime," Artest says in the interview, which hits newsstands this week. "I [kept it] in my locker. I'd just walk to the liquor store and get it. ” -- Ron Artest to The Sporting News
"I used to drink Hennessy ... at halftime," Artest said in an interview with the Sporting News. "I kept it in my locker. I'd just walk to the liquor store and get it."
Hennessy is a French cognac.
Artest said he drank when he played for the Chicago Bulls, where he played for his first three seasons (1999-2002). He has since played for Indiana, Sacramento, Houston and the Lakers.

I have many a duscussion with Deevs over this LOOSE sub human and this just takes the cake!!!!

Great Article by Paul Kent in last Sat's Tele:

TEST captains should be like the sheriff in a good cowboy movie. Say nothing, shoot straight. And that's our problem with Michael Clarke.

Clarke is not Australia's most overrated cricketer, as he was voted this week. Not by a long shot. Clarke was the standout batsman on the Ashes tour. Without him it would have been worse. He will slaughter the West Indies and Pakistan this summer and go on to far greater glories.
Overrated is not the problem.

His problem is a little more delicate. Michael Clarke is a tosser. Or, to give him an out clause, he appears to be a tosser.

He might actually be an OK bloke, but how are we to ever know when all we see is the facade? On the evidence available it is hard to like Clarke. He has gone away from what we thought we knew - and liked - about him.

Almost from the moment he came into the Australian team he was Boy Most Likely. The Next Captain. We were all happy to run with it.

The boy from the western suburbs of Sydney who ticked all the boxes we want ticked in our Test captains. And that lasted about, oh, five minutes. Before long Clarke was too cool for school. He got the cool tattoos. Hooked up with Lara. Bought the flash car.

He started talking about himself in the third person, so we knew all too well that Michael Clarke was going to do what was best for Michael Clarke, just as we were getting over Michael Clarke. What makes it worse is that Clarke has already lost most of the support of the cricketing media, so he now struggles to get the fair go he got early.

It's mostly because the media is far too aware his butter-won't-melt-in-my-mouth persona when the television cameras are on him, Mr Happy Go Lucky, quickly turns into Godzilla whenever the slobs from the press drift in for a quote, away from the revealing truth of the television lens. They don't believe he should have it both ways.

He is hard to like because somebody tried to turn Pup and Lara into Posh and Becks. Good grief.
It is not Tall Poppy Syndrome, as the confused are trying to portray.

Clarke has lost his way, and nobody around him seems strong enough to tell him to pull his head in. Somebody needs to tell Clarke he is moving further away from everything that once endeared himself to the public. We like our Test captains with a certain kind of mettle.
We like Steve Waugh leaning on his bat and staring down Curtly Ambrose with just enough choice words to make Curtly turn and threaten.
And Waugh hold his nerve.

We like Ricky Ponting spitting blood and then turning and taking mark, resuming strike. Allan Border was Captain Cranky, but there was no other batsman we preferred to send in if the match was on the line. For them all, it was about the cricket.

The public is no longer sure with Clarke. Fans are frustrated by his continual A-list appearances and the love story constantly jammed on us. The campaigning for the top job. Clarke is not overrated, but there is no question he is Australia's most over-exposed cricketer.
Gee, it makes it hard to cheer him on.

He turned up at the Melbourne Cup and announced he was being sponsored by Prada. What fashion piece do we know Steve Waugh for? A baggy green cap and a scrap of red towel kept in his pocket. Everything else is bought straight off the rack.

Waugh was no-frills, staunch.

Who can ever remember Waugh openly campaigning for the Australian captaincy while Mark Taylor was still captain? And on Taylor, who remembers anything about his captaincy other than he might be, quite probably, our greatest ever.

No doubt Waugh coveted Taylor's job, the same as Ponting did when Waugh was captain. The same as Taylor did when Border was captain, and all the way back. Not one of them publicly campaigned like Clarke, who denies it.

We like our sports heroes to be greater versions of ourselves. Like Shane Warne, who gives the impression he would happily sit down to talk to chicks over a beer an hour after taking five-for. Clarke's public image is moving further and further away from that kind of man.

It is unbelievable how simple it is to fix Clarke's reputation, yet Clarke and everybody around him seem incapable of recognising it.

So cop the tip: Shut up.

When you have to speak, talk cricket. Keep playing tough. When you have to be seen, be playing cricket. Tone down the love story. Buy yourself a ute. Put a cattle dog on the back of it. Cut out the labels in all your clothes. Throw away the GQ magazine.

Most of all, be yourself and not what somebody else is trying to make you.

Tiger!!!!!

I am not saying that he actually has done anything wrong, but if Tiger Woods is proven to have cheated on his wife (see smoking hot bird on the left) he is mentally unstable. Unless she has a member between her legs there is no reason whatsoever to be cheating on this model wife. She could be an absolute dragon lady but all you need is a quick shag a few times a week and you would forget about that quick smart.

Greg Turd

Can't believe this absolute grub got off this charge. Not sure who's worse though, him or his diabolical yank girlfriend. They both deserve each other

What happened....

to Andre Agassi???

I used to be a bit of a fan during his career. But like millions of others worldwide, was left mystified at the revelations of his book launch last week.

First there was his deep hatred for the game of tennis. Weird considering it has earnt him fame and fortune.

Then there was his throwing of the 1996 Australian Open semi final so as to not have to face Boris Becker in the Final. WTF??!

But most disturbingly was the blaming of a French Open Final loss on the fear that his massive mullet wig would fall off! Possibly the greatest mullet in sporting history was not real!! Unbelievable.

What next. He's a raving homosexual married to Steffi Graf who was an East German sprinter at the 1980 Olympic Games???

World's gone MAD

Twins

Is this the black version of Danny DeVito and Big Arny? Believe it or not this is the current coach and manager of the West Indies cricket side. Probably sums up the upcoming summer of woeful cricket we'll be subjected to from this once proud cricketing entity.

What a joke