It’s Bigger Than NPR’s Katherine Maher
1 week ago
Thursday, July 28, 2011
A song for CNHI
This tune is dedicated to the management of CNHI, the biggest horseshit bunch of "newspaper executives" on earth. With special regards to ol' Keith Blevins, an asshole if I ever saw one, and his sidekick William "Reggie" Bronson.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Terrible call gives Braves a win. The umpire had sucked behind the plate all night as well. I went to sleep an inning brefore this thing ended.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Road trip
Chickamauga battlefield is a great site to visit, both for history and recreation. Here's my story and pix from The Summerville News.
CHS grad makes army a career
Col. Michael Barbee was a trusty wide receiver at CHS. He later attended West Point and has flourished in the military. And here is my column on Col. Barbee.
Rome Braves Correx
In my earlier post I said none of the Rome Braves had impressed me that much. My bad.Catcher Evan Gattis has shown some pop when I've seen them play. He's a 6-4, 230 pound catcher who needs a of of work on his fundamentals but seems to have a solid arm. I was there on Saturday and he busted two no-doubt-about-it home runs off some pretty good pitching.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Amy Winehouse RIP
I have listened to this recording a hundred times in the last two years. I like the fact that it's a no bullshit performance with just a guitar and her powerhouse voice. Valerie
Rome Braves
I caught the Rome Braves-Kannapoliss Intimidators Class A game last night. Chipper Jones, on rehab assignment, went 0-3 and didn't appear to run very well. The Intimidators have a good looking left field prospect, Brady Shoemaker. He's hitting .321 with 65 RBI and a about a dozen homers. He's a slasher with good power and can run. Best of all, he's a patient hitter and drwas enough walks to have a .400 OBP. That's not a number you see often these days. None of the Braves impressed me that much. They've already advanced a couple of prospects and the players down there now don't jump out at you.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
WW II
Bones of Rudolph Hess dumped in the ocean. WHy the neo Nazis even liked the man is a mystery to me.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Books
"Company Commander" by Charles B. MacDonald is a classic grunt's eye view of infantry fighting in Europe in World War II. MacDonald was a young captain who took command of a company in France and continued in that capacity all the way to Czechoslovakia and VE Day. Although an officer, MacDonald thinks like a typical ground pounder. Pretty girls, alcohol, dry socks and getting a little sleep are among his top concerns.
This book provides an excellent example of the importance of combined operations, as often armor and artillery support play a huge role int he fighting.
MacDonald didn't have much use for German soldiers or civilians, but his embrace of the liberated people of Czechoslovakia is as heart warming as his indifference to "war crimes" against German prisoners is alarming.
MacDonald wrote a gentleman's account of the way, at least in terms of his relatively tame language. But no make mistake, his story is a tough, honest appraisal of the fighting he saw.
This book provides an excellent example of the importance of combined operations, as often armor and artillery support play a huge role int he fighting.
MacDonald didn't have much use for German soldiers or civilians, but his embrace of the liberated people of Czechoslovakia is as heart warming as his indifference to "war crimes" against German prisoners is alarming.
MacDonald wrote a gentleman's account of the way, at least in terms of his relatively tame language. But no make mistake, his story is a tough, honest appraisal of the fighting he saw.
NFL
The 100 free agents. From The Sporting News. Falcons punter Michael Koenen is surprisingly high on the list. Linemen Dahl and Clabo are also there.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Good eating at my house!
My July 7 column
There’s good eating at our house
We stopped off at the Wallace Cook farm, west of Lyerly, on July 3, so my wife and I could buy some fresh vegetables. It was a good move. She picked up a fine assortment of peppers, squash, corn and cucumbers.
They will not last long at Casa Espy. Alison will go through that stuff like nobody’s business.
When she moved to Northwest Georgia, Alison knew little about country cooking. Born and raised in South Africa, she knew a lot more about chutneys than about pickled pig’s feet. She came to the United States as a young teen, but by then she had become a vegetarian – gasp! – and so her ideas about what to eat were really unusual for the Deep South, where if something moves and doesn’t have a Social Security number we are inclined to shoot it and toss chunks of it in a big, black frying pan.
Alison’s ideas of preparing food also included options other than frying the heck out of it.
On the other hand, I am a traditional Southern eater. Deep frying is next to Cleanliness which is next to Godliness. I like grease. I like lard. I like MSG. I like refined sugar. I like white bread (preferably smeared with delicious potted meat). Mayonnaise is King!
Over our years together we have learned to compromise on our dining. I like to think my palette has become a bit more sophisticated and certainly I am willing to try new things – within reason. My enjoyment of several food shows (“Top Chef,” “No Reservations”) on cable TV has also spurred this evolution.
Much to my amusement Alison has not only learned to tolerate Southern cooking, but has come to appreciate some of it. It didn’t hurt that much of the first Southern food she ate was made by my late mother, Sally Kinsey, who is now a Master Chef in Heaven, and my wonderful aunts who also knew how to sling the hash.
We recently went to a movie in Dalton and I noticed that Alison was sneaking something out of her purse and munching on it. What’s that, I asked, clutching my own overpriced theater-sold box of Milk Duds.
“Corn bread,” she whispered.
I laughed out loud.
All she needed was a glass of buttermilk to go with it.
For awhile our daughter Rowan was a culinary battleground.
Her mother wanted to feed her only the healthiest, most natural food available. I was determined to make sure Rowan wasn’t The Kid the Other Kids Laughed At in the school cafeteria, where they munched hot dogs while she nibbled on lentils and sprouts.
It has taken some time, but eventually we reached our version of a gastronomic Treaty of Versailles, agreeing to work together to make sure our daughter eats well, but also enjoys a plethora of non-toxic but fun junk food (in reasonable quantities.)
Lunch one day may mean broccoli, beans and brown rice. But later that night there could well be a strawberry milkshake to knock down.
It seems to be working (though Alison is still absolutely appalled by our daughter’s sheer joy in devouring an entire can of Vienna sausages.)
On a recent outing with some family members, Rowan got to eat pizza. When asked what kind she wanted on her slices, she without hesitation told my brother “Spinach!”
That drew a pretty good a laugh but one day when she is mashing softball home runs with her Popeye-sized biceps, her mom and dad will enjoy the last chuckle.
We both want our daughter to try new foods and not be afraid of doing a little culinary experimenting. That’s why though she loves Kraft American singles (“square cheese”) she also has a taste for Swiss, provolone and cheddar.
One day at school they were serving that “government cheese” the cafeterias all seem to offer. Rowan took a bite and then asked her teacher if they “had any Gouda!”
That’s my girl! And that’s also my wife!
Jimmy Espy is staff writer for the Summerville News. His favorite foods are lamb, fried shrimp, barbecue pork, fried chicken and salty watermelon. It’s no surprise he’s overweight.
There’s good eating at our house
We stopped off at the Wallace Cook farm, west of Lyerly, on July 3, so my wife and I could buy some fresh vegetables. It was a good move. She picked up a fine assortment of peppers, squash, corn and cucumbers.
They will not last long at Casa Espy. Alison will go through that stuff like nobody’s business.
When she moved to Northwest Georgia, Alison knew little about country cooking. Born and raised in South Africa, she knew a lot more about chutneys than about pickled pig’s feet. She came to the United States as a young teen, but by then she had become a vegetarian – gasp! – and so her ideas about what to eat were really unusual for the Deep South, where if something moves and doesn’t have a Social Security number we are inclined to shoot it and toss chunks of it in a big, black frying pan.
Alison’s ideas of preparing food also included options other than frying the heck out of it.
On the other hand, I am a traditional Southern eater. Deep frying is next to Cleanliness which is next to Godliness. I like grease. I like lard. I like MSG. I like refined sugar. I like white bread (preferably smeared with delicious potted meat). Mayonnaise is King!
Over our years together we have learned to compromise on our dining. I like to think my palette has become a bit more sophisticated and certainly I am willing to try new things – within reason. My enjoyment of several food shows (“Top Chef,” “No Reservations”) on cable TV has also spurred this evolution.
Much to my amusement Alison has not only learned to tolerate Southern cooking, but has come to appreciate some of it. It didn’t hurt that much of the first Southern food she ate was made by my late mother, Sally Kinsey, who is now a Master Chef in Heaven, and my wonderful aunts who also knew how to sling the hash.
We recently went to a movie in Dalton and I noticed that Alison was sneaking something out of her purse and munching on it. What’s that, I asked, clutching my own overpriced theater-sold box of Milk Duds.
“Corn bread,” she whispered.
I laughed out loud.
All she needed was a glass of buttermilk to go with it.
For awhile our daughter Rowan was a culinary battleground.
Her mother wanted to feed her only the healthiest, most natural food available. I was determined to make sure Rowan wasn’t The Kid the Other Kids Laughed At in the school cafeteria, where they munched hot dogs while she nibbled on lentils and sprouts.
It has taken some time, but eventually we reached our version of a gastronomic Treaty of Versailles, agreeing to work together to make sure our daughter eats well, but also enjoys a plethora of non-toxic but fun junk food (in reasonable quantities.)
Lunch one day may mean broccoli, beans and brown rice. But later that night there could well be a strawberry milkshake to knock down.
It seems to be working (though Alison is still absolutely appalled by our daughter’s sheer joy in devouring an entire can of Vienna sausages.)
On a recent outing with some family members, Rowan got to eat pizza. When asked what kind she wanted on her slices, she without hesitation told my brother “Spinach!”
That drew a pretty good a laugh but one day when she is mashing softball home runs with her Popeye-sized biceps, her mom and dad will enjoy the last chuckle.
We both want our daughter to try new foods and not be afraid of doing a little culinary experimenting. That’s why though she loves Kraft American singles (“square cheese”) she also has a taste for Swiss, provolone and cheddar.
One day at school they were serving that “government cheese” the cafeterias all seem to offer. Rowan took a bite and then asked her teacher if they “had any Gouda!”
That’s my girl! And that’s also my wife!
Jimmy Espy is staff writer for the Summerville News. His favorite foods are lamb, fried shrimp, barbecue pork, fried chicken and salty watermelon. It’s no surprise he’s overweight.
Gay marriage
My June 30 column
Marry ‘em all, let God sort it out
An Episcopalian, a Southern Baptist, a Catholic, a Mormon, a Jehovah Witness and a Church of Christ leader gathered to change a light bulb. How long did it take them?
The answer is the light bulb never did get changed because the six religious leaders immediately began arguing over the first chapter of Genesis and everybody left in a huff.
One reason we shouldn’t base our laws on religion is there’s not a lot of agreement AMONG religious folk about what’s kosher in terms of morality … and that’s just among the Christians.
Never mind Judiasm, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Janism, Sikhism, Zorastrianism and ever popular Nuwaubianism, etc, etc.
And what about the atheists and agnostics, don’t they count for something?
This all came to mind recently in the days following the controversial passage of the gay marriage law in New York. Much of the criticism of the law I have heard does not come from any rational perspective other than “I think it’s a sin and it should be against the law.”
For the record, I am all for allowing gays to get married. My personal views on homosexuality have evolved over the years from “Ooooh, that’s disgusting!” to “That’s really not any of my business.” While I’d rather not see two dudes kissing each other on the mouth, I find that less offensive than seeing a great big woman walking around in shorts with her gobby fat, Moby Dick-white thighs on display.
Now THAT’S an abomination.
Opposition to gay marriage seems to take three forms. The instinctual repugnance many people feel toward homosexuality is one. Another is the idea of marriage as a one-man, one woman institution is so deeply ingrained in the human psyche that to tamper with it is to invite societal upheaval. Third, there is a legal argument to be made on the case, usually involving questions of adoption, inheritance, etc.
Taking the last argument first, I can’t see any reason why our legal system can’t sort out the legitimate legal questions just like it eventually sorted out critical legal issues pertaining to slavery, civil rights, etc.
I don’t see a big problem with gay adoption. Opponents say it an unhealthy moral environment for children to be raised in. In a county where it seems like half the kids in the public school system are being raised by their grannies because their skeezer moms and sack-of-crap dads are in jail for blowing up the trailer bathroom while trying to become methamphetamine magnates, that argument wobbles. Then you’ve got the non-druggies who are so stupid they think Cheetos are a vegetable and working for a living is a disease of the unfortunate who are too stupid to trick Uncle Sam into providing free food, clothing and shelter.
Give me a couple of loving, responsible, hard-working Adam and Evans any day.
As for the one-man, one-woman forever concept, I would suggest its adherents take a closer look at the real world where divorce is common, one-parent families are the often the rule and where adultery has been known to take place.
Whatever the human psyche compelled us to do these past few thousand years, the question today is what is right and wrong with homosexual marriage. If it becomes the law of the land across the country, as well it might, what happens next? Will polygamy be acceptable? Will a man be able to marry his pet Schnauzer? What if the Martians land; can we get legally hitched to a three-headed, green fellow with a bulbous head, no eyes and lobster claws for hands?
Ah … the slippery slope and the fear it induces in the easily spooked.
(For the record, I’d say yes to polygamy, no to marrying your Schnauzer and a wait and see attitude on the Martians until we get a look at their firepower.)
In terms of government, gay marriage should be looked at as a legal contract binding two people to certain reasonable rules and regulations. Those rules and regulations should be just plentiful enough to answer the same essential legal issues that heterosexual married couples face.
However -- and this point will not sit well with my gay friends who will surely vow to scratch out my eyes – private people and organizations who do not approve of homosexuals should have every right to discriminate against them.
If you don’t want a gay couple (married or unmarried) renting your nifty Cape Cod bungalow, then a No Gays Allowed policy should be perfectly legal.
If you don’t want gays attending your church, belonging to your country club, eating in your restaurant, that’s OK too.
And I make the same case for every other subset of human beings. If a black bus owner tells white people they have to sit in the back, then they need to get their honky butts down the aisle or take another bus. If a Jewish Country Club tells your WASP wife she can’t play tennis there, then the little lady needs to put her balls back in the can and go elsewhere.
Lester Maddux should have been able to bar blacks from the Pickrick Restaurant and they should have been able to tell him his weasely white behind wasn’t welcome at their eateries either.
Don’t get me wrong. All of the imagined acts I have mentioned above are loathsome. People who behave that way should be ostracized from polite society. They should be discriminated against by the decent people, who are much more numerous and generally better company anyhow.
But religious people should be allowed to preach, teach, philosophize, lambast and damn to hellfire homosexuality and its practitioners if they choose. If they can talk Evan into leaving Adam for Shirley, I say goody for them.
Don’t get me wrong. I do not advocate discrimination, but I say Americans should be able to discriminate most grotesquely.
Free will, someone called it.
However, government does not get to discriminate. Even a democratically elected government has to treat all its citizens fairly and equitably. The majority will be damned when it intrudes on the rights of individuals.
That means we all get to play the game with the same set of rules.
Homosexuals are taxed like the rest of us.
Homosexuals can be arrested for DUI like the rest of us.
Homosexuals can get sued like the rest of us.
Homosexuals can be policemen and firemen and soldiers like the rest of us.
And if they choose to get married like so many of the rest of us, let ‘em have at it.
Jimmy Espy is a staff writer for The Summerville News. He can be reached 706-857-2494 or by e-mail at Hoodcsa@aol.com
Marry ‘em all, let God sort it out
An Episcopalian, a Southern Baptist, a Catholic, a Mormon, a Jehovah Witness and a Church of Christ leader gathered to change a light bulb. How long did it take them?
The answer is the light bulb never did get changed because the six religious leaders immediately began arguing over the first chapter of Genesis and everybody left in a huff.
One reason we shouldn’t base our laws on religion is there’s not a lot of agreement AMONG religious folk about what’s kosher in terms of morality … and that’s just among the Christians.
Never mind Judiasm, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Janism, Sikhism, Zorastrianism and ever popular Nuwaubianism, etc, etc.
And what about the atheists and agnostics, don’t they count for something?
This all came to mind recently in the days following the controversial passage of the gay marriage law in New York. Much of the criticism of the law I have heard does not come from any rational perspective other than “I think it’s a sin and it should be against the law.”
For the record, I am all for allowing gays to get married. My personal views on homosexuality have evolved over the years from “Ooooh, that’s disgusting!” to “That’s really not any of my business.” While I’d rather not see two dudes kissing each other on the mouth, I find that less offensive than seeing a great big woman walking around in shorts with her gobby fat, Moby Dick-white thighs on display.
Now THAT’S an abomination.
Opposition to gay marriage seems to take three forms. The instinctual repugnance many people feel toward homosexuality is one. Another is the idea of marriage as a one-man, one woman institution is so deeply ingrained in the human psyche that to tamper with it is to invite societal upheaval. Third, there is a legal argument to be made on the case, usually involving questions of adoption, inheritance, etc.
Taking the last argument first, I can’t see any reason why our legal system can’t sort out the legitimate legal questions just like it eventually sorted out critical legal issues pertaining to slavery, civil rights, etc.
I don’t see a big problem with gay adoption. Opponents say it an unhealthy moral environment for children to be raised in. In a county where it seems like half the kids in the public school system are being raised by their grannies because their skeezer moms and sack-of-crap dads are in jail for blowing up the trailer bathroom while trying to become methamphetamine magnates, that argument wobbles. Then you’ve got the non-druggies who are so stupid they think Cheetos are a vegetable and working for a living is a disease of the unfortunate who are too stupid to trick Uncle Sam into providing free food, clothing and shelter.
Give me a couple of loving, responsible, hard-working Adam and Evans any day.
As for the one-man, one-woman forever concept, I would suggest its adherents take a closer look at the real world where divorce is common, one-parent families are the often the rule and where adultery has been known to take place.
Whatever the human psyche compelled us to do these past few thousand years, the question today is what is right and wrong with homosexual marriage. If it becomes the law of the land across the country, as well it might, what happens next? Will polygamy be acceptable? Will a man be able to marry his pet Schnauzer? What if the Martians land; can we get legally hitched to a three-headed, green fellow with a bulbous head, no eyes and lobster claws for hands?
Ah … the slippery slope and the fear it induces in the easily spooked.
(For the record, I’d say yes to polygamy, no to marrying your Schnauzer and a wait and see attitude on the Martians until we get a look at their firepower.)
In terms of government, gay marriage should be looked at as a legal contract binding two people to certain reasonable rules and regulations. Those rules and regulations should be just plentiful enough to answer the same essential legal issues that heterosexual married couples face.
However -- and this point will not sit well with my gay friends who will surely vow to scratch out my eyes – private people and organizations who do not approve of homosexuals should have every right to discriminate against them.
If you don’t want a gay couple (married or unmarried) renting your nifty Cape Cod bungalow, then a No Gays Allowed policy should be perfectly legal.
If you don’t want gays attending your church, belonging to your country club, eating in your restaurant, that’s OK too.
And I make the same case for every other subset of human beings. If a black bus owner tells white people they have to sit in the back, then they need to get their honky butts down the aisle or take another bus. If a Jewish Country Club tells your WASP wife she can’t play tennis there, then the little lady needs to put her balls back in the can and go elsewhere.
Lester Maddux should have been able to bar blacks from the Pickrick Restaurant and they should have been able to tell him his weasely white behind wasn’t welcome at their eateries either.
Don’t get me wrong. All of the imagined acts I have mentioned above are loathsome. People who behave that way should be ostracized from polite society. They should be discriminated against by the decent people, who are much more numerous and generally better company anyhow.
But religious people should be allowed to preach, teach, philosophize, lambast and damn to hellfire homosexuality and its practitioners if they choose. If they can talk Evan into leaving Adam for Shirley, I say goody for them.
Don’t get me wrong. I do not advocate discrimination, but I say Americans should be able to discriminate most grotesquely.
Free will, someone called it.
However, government does not get to discriminate. Even a democratically elected government has to treat all its citizens fairly and equitably. The majority will be damned when it intrudes on the rights of individuals.
That means we all get to play the game with the same set of rules.
Homosexuals are taxed like the rest of us.
Homosexuals can be arrested for DUI like the rest of us.
Homosexuals can get sued like the rest of us.
Homosexuals can be policemen and firemen and soldiers like the rest of us.
And if they choose to get married like so many of the rest of us, let ‘em have at it.
Jimmy Espy is a staff writer for The Summerville News. He can be reached 706-857-2494 or by e-mail at Hoodcsa@aol.com
Wrestler of the Week - Ernie Ladd
One of the funniest men on the mic in the history of the business. "Thundermouth" Patterson ... beware. Solie is great as well.
Secession!
And it isn't a bunch of Neo Confederates talking about it. Southern California for 51st state?
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Rasslin'
Check out his classic interview between the Assassin and Mr. Wrestling II. Great old school psychology with the Assassin leading Wrestling II into a stone rage. Great stuff.
The Assassin tells his tale
There's a ton of books by former professional wrestlers out there. Most are bad, but some hit the high spots. "Assassin: The Man Behind the Mask" is one of the later.
The title is a little deceptive. We don't learn a lot about Jody "the Assassin" Hamilton outside the ring. For instance his family life is rarely mentioned and his relationship with brother Larry "the Missouri Mauler" Hamilton disappears from the narrative way too soon.
But the book delivers a bucket load of great pictures and colorful stores about "the business." Hamilton names names, and isn't afraid to give his honest assessment of some of the top stars in the business. Ric Flair, Mil Mascaras, Dory Funk Jr. and Vince McMahon, Jr. are among the personalities who get receive Hamilton's blunt assessment.
Hamilton also gives his theories on how to do a good interview and on what makes effective booking. He tells his readers why he thinks the modern wrestling product is sewing the seeds for its on demise. You may not agree with everything he has to say, but Hamilton always makes a strong case for his views.
But the best reason to read this book is the stories from the good old days. It's as if you're sitting in a bar with Hamilton drinking beers as he regales you with one tale after another. Many are funny. Some end tragically. Almost all are interesting.
Jody Hamilton crossed paths (and cross face locked) many of the wrestling game's greatest stars. From the likes of Lou Thesz and Danny Hodge to Stone Cold Steve Austin and Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson, Hamilton knew them all.
Wrestling fans should pick this book up. It'll go down faster than an Abdullah the Butcher squash match.
To get it, go to www.crowbarpress.com
The title is a little deceptive. We don't learn a lot about Jody "the Assassin" Hamilton outside the ring. For instance his family life is rarely mentioned and his relationship with brother Larry "the Missouri Mauler" Hamilton disappears from the narrative way too soon.
But the book delivers a bucket load of great pictures and colorful stores about "the business." Hamilton names names, and isn't afraid to give his honest assessment of some of the top stars in the business. Ric Flair, Mil Mascaras, Dory Funk Jr. and Vince McMahon, Jr. are among the personalities who get receive Hamilton's blunt assessment.
Hamilton also gives his theories on how to do a good interview and on what makes effective booking. He tells his readers why he thinks the modern wrestling product is sewing the seeds for its on demise. You may not agree with everything he has to say, but Hamilton always makes a strong case for his views.
But the best reason to read this book is the stories from the good old days. It's as if you're sitting in a bar with Hamilton drinking beers as he regales you with one tale after another. Many are funny. Some end tragically. Almost all are interesting.
Jody Hamilton crossed paths (and cross face locked) many of the wrestling game's greatest stars. From the likes of Lou Thesz and Danny Hodge to Stone Cold Steve Austin and Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson, Hamilton knew them all.
Wrestling fans should pick this book up. It'll go down faster than an Abdullah the Butcher squash match.
To get it, go to www.crowbarpress.com
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Marry 'em all, let God sort 'em out
My column on gay marriage. If Bob and Ted want to get married, t'ant none of my business.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Jerry Guy
Jerry is the best boss I ever worked for. A fine wordsmith and a better leader. He was an old school newsman in the best tradition of the idea. He backed me up when a lot of other bosses would have rolled over and I know I am not the only one who can say that. Here is his web site. including information about his new book.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Movies from my couch
The world probably has enough zombie movies to last it for a few years but that didn't keep me from enjoying the workmanlike, well-crated ways of "The Horde," a French flick with a beaucoup blood and grue. I won't bother witht he cast or the director; you haven't heard of them, but all concerned do a good job of delivering the grim goods.
The story starts in the aftermath of a drug gang slaying of a police officer. The cops pals decide to take the law into their own hands and punish the gang members in a less-than-official manner. But the cops' raid on the druggies goes bad and soon they are taken hostage. This all occurs just in time for an unexplained outbreak of living dead munchitis which quickly spirals out of control.
The cops and hoods are forced to team up to try and escape the zombie horde, but it's an uneasy relationship at best.
The violence is pretty much non-stop; the direction is tight and there's humor as well as horror in the mix.
A well done, unpretentious little zombie flick I picked up from Netflix.
Recommended.
The story starts in the aftermath of a drug gang slaying of a police officer. The cops pals decide to take the law into their own hands and punish the gang members in a less-than-official manner. But the cops' raid on the druggies goes bad and soon they are taken hostage. This all occurs just in time for an unexplained outbreak of living dead munchitis which quickly spirals out of control.
The cops and hoods are forced to team up to try and escape the zombie horde, but it's an uneasy relationship at best.
The violence is pretty much non-stop; the direction is tight and there's humor as well as horror in the mix.
A well done, unpretentious little zombie flick I picked up from Netflix.
Recommended.
The Braves
The Capital Avenue Club assesses someof the chips the Braves have to spend if they try for a deadline trade. Think young pitching.
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