What is This About?Ultimately, the Ruckus is about the greatest sporting event known to mankind - March Madness. It’s also about t-shirts. And Marisa Miller stealing my iPod. And a shitload of sarcasm. And Marisa Miller in a Cubs jersey. And JD’s unwavering belief that all other March Madness pools suck rotten buttholes and aren’t even in the same atmosphere as The Ruckus so they can all eat a giant bag of dicks. It’s also about a cool website designed by my homeboy Z and our year in, year out official unofficial sponsor, The Heineken Beer Daddy. Not to split hairs here, but the Ruckus is a giant fuckbomb of awesome. It’s an Eagles-of-Death-Metal-meets-ice-cold-Leinenkugels-meets-an-italian-beef-sammich-with-hot-giardenara-and-fries-meets-Kate-Beckinsale-in-a-rubber-dress-meets-you-invade-my-soul kind of thing. This is not wild conjecture or bullshit or Page Six rumor and innuendo. It’s a fucking fact. And that’s putting it lightly. Is it considered crude? I think we’ve already established that. Can it be interpreted as somewhat filthy? Fuck and yes. Will it make you think that JD has some sort of chemical imbalance? Absofuckinglutely. But it is what it is and has been what it has been for fifteen fucking years and it ain’t gonna change. The Ruckus is my religion. I don’t blog. I don’t keep a pink Herro Kitty diary with a lock on it where I journal all my thoughts and hopes and dreams and writing my married name all over the inside cover like a delusional 13-year-old girl. It’s what I breathe, it’s what I am, it’s what I do. |
