This is your Bron on drugs.

So you’ve heard me moan and groan about HGH on the WCB from time to time, but I still get the feeling the general population thinks our athletes are cleaner than ever today thanks to a renewed interest in steroid testing.

Think again.

The three major sports leagues still don’t test for Human Growth Hormone, which is arguably the most abused performance enhancer today given many have agreed the side effects aren’t as bad as everyone initially thought.

Last week, a British rugby player became the first pro ball player busted because of an HGH test, and testing is now being considered for Minor League Baseball next year.

But as far as the big three major sports leagues, don’t count on it. Everything from privacy to cost have been cited as reasons major leaguers won’t be tested, which is a bunch of crap because of the amount of money and public exposure these guys get. The least they could do for their fans is prove that they’re clean.

That said, here’s the list of the Top 10 Athletes who I’d like to see surrender to HGH tests (I only picked active athletes who have not been linked to performance enhancers … yet):

1. LeBron James – Yep, I said it, the chosen one. “But he’s always been huge, BSlim,” you say. And I say he’s always been on HGH. A guy his size can’t do what he does without some help. You saw him in high school. Guys can’t do that kind of stuff as teenagers.

2. Dwight Howard – Same thing. Have you seen the guy’s shoulders?

3. Kobe Bryant – Kobe would be stupid to be on HGH nowadays. He doesn’t need it, and he’s also not as big as he once was … but it would’ve been interesting to test him in 2006 when he dropped 81 points on the Raptors – you know, the same season a 200-pound Kobe came into the year “bulked” up to 220+ pounds. Hmmmm.

4. Tiger Woods – A golfer, on HGH? Well, is anyone as ripped or hit the ball farther than Tiger? … Not that Tiger is  one to cheat.

5. Albert Pujols – Like LeBron, he’s always been big. But like many Dominican players out there, there’s always a question. Just ask Sammy Sosa, Manny Ramirez, David Ortiz and Alex Rodriguez.

6. Brett Favre – Oh no, I went there. Roger Clemens was on it at this age. I see a lot of correlation there.

7. Serena Williams – Gotta throw one woman under the bus. Serena’s a big girl, and a girl that big shouldn’t be able to move like she does on the tennis court. … Don’t hurt me Serena!

8. Terrell Owens – Not that we’d want to see Mr. Nice Guy get hit with a suspension, but when the dude called out Rodney Harrison for steroid use, part of me wondered if he should be doing such a thing. Not to question TO’s integrity, ability to bounce back from injuries quicker than humanly possible (Super Bowl XXXIX) or suicidal tendencies tied to drug use, but really?

9. Lance Armstrong – It’s too late now, but what if Mr. America was in fact Mr. Cheat as the Frenchies claim? Would we care, or does he get a pass because he had cancer, and rides a bike? Say nope to dope y’all.

10. Everyone else. I tried to think of a 10th athlete, but there are still too many to list.

But don’t take my word on it. Listen to the players themselves.

Like Jon Jansen of the Washington Redskins, who told HBO Real Sports last year that 15-20 percent of the league was on HGH. During that same Real Sports segment, former defensive tackle Dana Stubblefield said the number was as high as 30 percent.

In December, Tampa Bay running back Earnest Graham agreed with Stubblefield, saying he thought one-in-three players were using HGH.

Heck, if that number’s true, one of us WCBias contributors is definitely on the stuff. This 650-word blog post at 2:35 a.m. probably doesn’t speak well for my ‘roidability. So I’m out. Gotta get down to TJ and get some more juice. Stay ripped on the strip!

Chris Rock: "I drink champagne in the hood, I drink champagne with Tiger Woods! Tiger Woods yall, Tiger Woods yall."

“A man is only as faithful as his options.”

- Chris Rock

OMG, did you hear about Tiger Woods?

Dude was creepin’ on his supermodel wife.

On the DL wit like 30 chicks! Including a waitress at a wafflehouse.

This is such a huge story. Biggest news story of all time! LOL.

Screw depression 2.0. Record unemployment numbers. Death totals in Iraq. That’s sooo last administration.

The Twitter generation only cares about the details of Tiger’s affairs! We demand to know the juicy, juicy details. We want hookers on the record. We want to stalk his wife and kid’s every next move, via Sky 9 helicam!

Ugh. More like helluva sham.

Wide World of Cheaters

A cheating superstar athlete. Who woulda thought?

Let’s see … how about some of the greatest athletes we’ve ever known … Muhammad Ali, Barry Bonds, Alex “StrayRod” Rodriguez, Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson, Shaq, Kobe Bryant, thousands of others I’m forgetting about, all reportedly cheated on their wives. But look at their Wikipedia profiles and you’re lucky to locate a paragraph about their extra marital affairs (Kobe being an exception because of the rape charge, and attention that came with that since he was going to court and playing on the same days).

So why is Tiger’s personal business and offseason exploits such a big deal that CNN has it on a loop today?

If it’s because one of the best athletes of our generation is not competing right now, fine. He’s yet to miss a major, so it’s overboard, but I guess with the initial accident and weirdness that went on there, there’s a news-of-weird-slash-public-figure-icon factor there.

But this overboard coverage, headlining the front page and the covers of the tabloids, rather than the Sports Section, is also contributing to the problem. Now ESPN has to cover the gutter stories because TMZ is reporting it. And TMZ got it from some skank blogger who probably never interviewed an actual person in their life, but who cares. This is Twitter Nation. Everyone has a voice, an opinion, who cares about the legitimacy or newsworthiness of these reports?

Now you could argue the reports are as guilty at keeping him off the course as his off-the-course issues.

If I couldn’t turn on the TV or computer without seeing my personal sludge spewed all over the place, I wouldn’t return to the sport either, let alone make a public appearance. You’re a billionaire, you don’t need the money, or the fame, or the fans. You need your family, so that’s why he was nowhere to be found the past few months. He’s been handling his business on the homefront. Not “strategizing” his comeback or all the crap the talking heads have been yaking about all day.

Color Me Bad

So today’s “press conference” was more than just an apology to his moms (how brutal was it to see her squirming in the front row), it was an apology to his sponsors in an attempt to ensure his grandchildren’s grandchildren’s grandchildren’s granchildren’s kids would remain millionaires, but part of me wonders if he’d be in this same predicament had he played another sport.

Yeah, I guess I’m going there. I wonder how much of this is being blown up because he’s (gulp, here comes the card) playing what is essentially a whiteman’s game.  Time to bash, bash, bash, bash, make sure he never becomes a role model again.

In the meantime, we’ll bury stories such as … I dunno … recent rape accusations against 2007 Hall of Famers Michael Irvin … who is also married by the way.

This just in: superstar athletes, rockstars, heck, even most of our presidents, were cheaters.

Let’s get over it, stop putting these dudes up on pedestals. See them for what they are, great athletes. Not great people. They play sports well. Nobody ever said they go about life the right way.

Heck, maybe we’ll even learn a life lesson or two from this. You can have all the money and power in the world, but if you screw up your life, screw over your wife, you’ll have nothing when it comes down to it.

Dude screwed up, royally. He doesn’t deserve to have his wife take him back. But he also doesn’t deserve to be crucified by a country with a 50% divorce rate.

All of us have our flaws, especially our million-dollar athletes. Time to move on and worry about something of consequence, like, I don’t know, war, poverty, pollution, racism … and blown-out surf and Kobe’s ankle.

So you guys probably remember I was pretty stoked when I got my new phone last year and was able to hook up my FLO TV because sports, sports, sports?  Right?  Of course you do.  In the year since not much has changed–a few crappy channels have disappeared and a few crappy ones have taken their place but if you’re getting this phone you’re getting it for sports.  Nobody really wants to watch recaps of The Jay Leno show from the night before on NBC2GO, that’s for sure.  But given FLO TV’s two great commercials during the Super Bowl I figured it’s time for a little refresher.

Here’s the Jim Nantz spot: funny stuff, right?  Only thing he doesn’t tell you is that FLO TV *doesn’t* have the rights to the NFL–so the big game you’d like to watch?  Not going to happen.  No Monday Night Football.  No Sunday Night Football.  They can’t even show The Pro Bowl (not that anybody would want to watch, but still).  Not only that–when ESPN News or PTI talks about results from Sunday’s slate of NFL games or the latest in NFL Free Agents, the draft, Brett Favre, or anything NFL related they can’t show game clips.  Sadly for all of us Sprint has the rights to the NFL so if you’ve got an AT&T or Verizon phone and want to watch the NFL you’re completely and hopelessly out of luck.

Now for the good news of those of us like myself who sit at their desks all day: the 2010 World Cup will be shown on FLO TV, at least according to Customer Care Specialist Joshua here.  If our friends at google have steered me right the footy matches from South Africa will be shown around 10am PST and 1pm PST which means those of us stuck at our god forsaken desks all day will miss out on all of the action.  Unless of course you’ve got your TV rocking (or have a cool job where you can just stream stuff all day at your desk).

My bottom line recommendations for FLO TV: If you don’t like sports it’s totally crap.  During the late fall/early winter you might as well cancel your subscription for a few months because there’s nothing on that’s even remotely appealing anyway.  Reactivate your deal in the Spring for The Masters, a good amount of MLB, and then the World Cup.  And that’s all I have to say about that.

So apparently the Superbowl was the the most VIEWED event in televised history. I had the game on too, but I don’t remember WATCHING more than about 5 minutes. Same goes for the dreadful commercials. Why is that? 1. The Superbowl is lame (it just is). 2. The Halftime shows are awful (The Who were fun to watch maybe 30 years ago at the Monterey Pop Festival). 3. The commercials are just trying way too hard to try to be “edgy” 4. I’m usually six beers deep so my attention span is pretty shoddy. 5. Half the crew has kids now and it’s much more fun to watch the Editor’s Lil’ P protect her toys from the front line of Lil’ G and O’Roarke. What a game.

And each year I’ll probably watch less and less until one day I don’t even turn it on. I can’t wait.

Dare I? Yes. The last two Laker games without Kobe Bryant, out with a left ankle injury, have been two of the most fun games I’ve seen from LA in a long time. Is the game super clean? No. Are there bad plays? Yes. But is there more ball movement? Oh yes. Is there effort? Incredibly so.  Is it so much fun to watch? Hell yes.

There is not a lack of talent on this team. Pau Gasol, Ron Artest, Lamar Odom make a dynamic front court (at this time Bynum is out with a sore hip) and the Trio of Fisher, Farmar and Shannon Brown at the point combine to make an incredible triple headed point guard (smart, fast, and mad hops). I’m not saying that the Lakers are better without Kobe but the remaining Lakers have just announced that they are the best team surrounding their superstar. Lebron can’t say that with his remaining Cavs. Kobe should be proud and counting his blessings. 12 of them, one for each great team mate.

Super Bowl XLIV - Indianapolis Colts vs. New Orleans Saints

The WCBias.com staff’s super stupid predictions for Super Bowl XLIV, Indianapolis Colts vs. New Orleans Saints:

Pembertonian:

Ok, so EVERYONE wants the Saints to win, right? Because of the hurricane, because black and gold are fun colors, because they’ve always sucked – whatever.

Remember those bags the fans used to wear over their heads? Made them look like the Unknown Comic? Yeah. You’ve come a long way, ‘Aints. Strike up the Dixieland band and give yourself a big Cajun pat on the back.

Of course, the Colts were pretty awful when they first moved to Indianapolis. (Come to think of it, GOOD teams rarely leave their hometown in the middle of the night). But then along came Manning, and they’ve won a gazillion regular season games. Given that they’ve only been to one Super Bowl during that time, I can see why they gave up on that whole undefeated idea.

Anyway, this is a great offensive matchup – maybe the best of any Super Bowl — which can only mean one thing: It’ll probably be a low-scoring game.

Both teams have shown pretty decent defenses. The Saints with their turnover-inducing game against Minnesota and the Colts with a D that’s been fairly consistent all year.

But seriously? I was just kidding about that low-scoring thing. This one IS all about offense, and here I think the Colts have an edge for two reasons:

1.) Manning is the best quarterback ever. Seriously. No QB has ever led his team to so many dramatic comebacks. And the guy has pinpoint accuracy. As a side note, he’s also not a meathead, like most NFL guys. (Yeah, I’m talking to you, Bradshaw!)

2.) The Colts have more weapons. Even after they lost star receiver Anthony Gonzales, this team is STILL stacked with weapons. So if you guard Wayne and Dallas Clark, you still have Collie and Garcon. (By the way, don’t you just LOVE saying “Garcon?”)

Oh — and also? I lived in Indiana for 18 years. Get ‘em, Shoes.

Prediction: Colts 31 Saints  27

BG:

Right…the Super Bowl.  For the last 4 years of my life I have been rocking an old school TV.  You know the ones—like the kind your grandma has, you know?  4:3 aspect ratio (hip to be square), kinda bubbled glass screen, weighs maybe 900 pounds?  That’s me.  But with THE BIG GAME right around the corner, my tax refund burning a pocket in my hole and a bunch of sales offering TVs at essentially component prices I figured what the hell—let’s get a new TV and watch the Colts and Saints in style.  So I ordered the TV I wanted from Sears and was told I could pick it up right away.  That was four days ago and so far I have been too lazy to drive the 2 miles from my house to the store to pick the damn thing up.  Why?  Because who wants to watch Gatorade Presents: Media Day 2010 in hi-def?  Who wants to watch Stu Scott pretend he can actually see the football coming his way on ESPN’s In-Studio mini field?  Boner Jamz!  Who even cares?  The Super Bowl is the ultimate sporting event for your mom, your receptionist, your landlord, the guy in the office who asks you if watched “the game” last night—basically anybody who is not a real sports fan but knows that you are and figures you must be 100% gung-ho about the Super Bowl because it’s popular and people must flip for it.  Real conversation I had with a lady yesterday:

Lady: Brian, who are you rooting for in the Super Bowl?

BG: The Cubs.

Lady: Wow.  Yeah, do you think they will win?

BG: I really do.  I think their front 12 are unstoppable and their Waggle Back will just run people over.  It’s gonna be mental!!

Lady: How exciting!

So, my prediction? Cubs over the Raptors by a score of Quidditch to eXtreme!!

And if you want to come over and help me christen my new TV that is freaking fine by me, just don’t be surprised if I get really excited about The Who playing during the 7^th Inning Stretch because everybody knows the kids are so into The Who right now and that’s all that they ever listen to while they are break dancing around listening to their Sony Walkmans (with AM/FM radio!).  It’s gonna be mental.

Ryantific:

So since I don’t give a darn about the Super Bowl or the sport of Football (Bball is my game) I’m gonna discuss the Super Bowl battle between Pulled Pork Sandwiches  and Shredded Chicken Sandwiches. Honestly it really comes down to  what you are in the mood for at the time. But for this Super Bowl. Pulled Pork is the obvioous winner. It really comes down to two words that give the pulled pork the advantage… Low and Slow. By throwing a couple Pork shoulders or Boston Butts in the oven and cooking them low for 6-7 hours, they come out deliciously moist and shred easily. I have grilled chicken in the past and shredded (delicious because of the wonderfall grilled flavor) and I have poached a chicken (made the meat way to chewey. I don’t recommend that to anyone) but neither really fell apart like the pork. Besides whats more southern bbq then pulled pork, rich vinegar bbq sauce, on a warm bun, and topped with crucnchy cole slaw. I sound like a commercial…  like Lebron, I’m loving it!

Prediction: Saints 114, Colts 114, Pulled Pork:A million

B$lim:

Not sure what I’m looking forward to most on Sunday. Peyton Manning audible No. 314, by the midway point in the first quarter. Reggie Bush flexing his “natural” biceps for the 315th time, in pregame. Or Tim Tebow pushing his beliefs on us for the 3:16th time, during an 8-hour stretch of commercials that make no sense (or cents) whatsoever.

Oh wait, I’m not looking forward to any of that.

What I’m interested in is No. 93.

Is Colts DE Dwight Freeney healthy, or nothing more than a dummy out there?

That’ll be the difference in this one, because if Indy can’t put pressure on Drew Brees and Co., they could be in trouble.

But I have no doubt Freeney will suit up and try to play.

The real question is: How many pills will the dude be on? It seems like the more the merrier in this sport. If he can feel that bum ankle at all, he hasn’t had enough juice.

I’m expecting a dozen cortisone shots, a 6-pack of RedBull, and Freeney will be good to go. He’ll be flying higher like Kirk Gibson on that beautiful October night in 1988, and he’ll be getting after Brees like a crazed wolfboy.

Or maybe, just maybe, the NFL will miraculously come to terms with its drug problem and blood test everyone on both teams, leading to more flunked drug tests than sobriety tests on this Super Sunday. The failed test would force the league to suspend 90% of the two rosters because of HGH abuse, and BG, Patrick, Ryantific and I will be invited to Scab Bowl XtraCLean as replacement players because of our investigative blogging and whistle blowing on the league.

What the hell am I talking about Tebow? I abort this whole freakin’ post.

Prediction: Colts win – Freeney 112 pills, Saints 111.

Whoa — what happened? Last thing I remember, I was writing a post about Ron Artest. Or maybe it was that hot race car driving chick . Then all of the sudden I blacked out for a month or two.

Man, feel like that dude with the beard. Uh, what’s his name?

Rumplemintz?

You know who am talking about? I think he was in a coma or something.  Probably drug related, I figure.

Anyway, I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but my agent, Scott Bored Ass, has been in negotiations with WCBias for more pay. So far the only payment I’ve received is a couple of football helmet stickers you get from those grocery store gumball machines — and one of them was the Raiders, which I figure hasn’t been worth anything in about seven years. Frustrated, I’ve taken to standing in front of the WCBias office with one of those “Shame On WCBias” union banners that do nothing but show just how weak and lame labor unions have become.

I think when the mob buried Hoffa they also buried the labor movement. But that’s another story except that it brings to mind that old rumor that Hoffa was buried in the end zone at Giants Stadium, which recalls that old joke that he spent more time in the end zone than the Giant offense. Which brings me — in some meandering way — to Eli Manning, who, being related to Peyton Manning, brings me to the real topic I’m writing about:

That hot race car driving chick.

No, no, no — just kidding.  I’m really, actually talking about the Colts.

I guess I’m pretty tired of the naysayers complaining about the Colts basically giving up against the Jets. They say the Colts should have kept their regulars in and gone for that undefeated season and blah blah blah. But I wonder what those people would say if Manning had remained in the game and gotten the ole Joe Theisman treatment, ruining the Colts chances at a championship.

While the Colts are the winningest (that a word?) NFL team of any decade, the fact remains that they have won just one Super Bowl. And going undefeated in the regular season doesn’t really do much to help them win another.

Besides, it’s not like it hasn’t been done. The Patriots were 16-0 just recently. And while the Colts could have gone for the perfect undefeated regular season + undefeated playoffs, the fact is it’s just hard to win that much.

As the Patriots discovered.

When you think about it, it’s just not natural to win that much.  After all, what good does being perfect do for you?

And, if nothing else, Colt fans, let’s not forget that the Chargers have been your nemesis in the past few years, and they’re looking good again. So maybe a bit of rest would do some good.

So this Sunday against the Bills? Rest the entire team.  It’s at Buffalo so no one there will care. In fact, maybe Peyton Manning should take a little nap like that bearded dude – Rumple What’s His Face.

This is so last year, but what the heck, let’s kick off Christmas week with a little Surfing Santa, hitting the waves at Pismo Pier last year. Happy Holidays everyone.

Dolla Dolla Bill Y'All

So this whole divorce thing is going to turn into a pisser, that’s for sure.  With a fair chunk of change committed for 2010 but then almost nothing beyond (how good is this website, by the way?) the Dodgers would seem to be positioned perfectly to make a run at some serious talent and continuing their perch atop the NL West.  We’re looking at a delta of about $50MM in payroll from last year to next coming off the books (good bye, Jason Schmidt, it’s been real) but thanks to the McCourts’ troubles and a slew of arbitration eligible players we’re sadly not going to be able to cash in on many/any top tier Free Agents.  Let’s break down the Arb cases and take a look at what we’d like to see Ned do on the market:

The No Brainer Payouts:

• Kemp–Ethier got a bump last year from the minimum to $3.1M, so figure the same for Kemp
• Ethier–Does he double his current salary and make $6M+?
• Billingsley–The wobbly second half probably keeps him affordable at $4
• Broxton–Figure another $3 here

The Enigmas:

• Russ Mart–LA signed him to a ~$4M deal before last year, figure $5 large here
• Loney–While the power numbers aren’t there the RBI are and those will be worth a cool $3M

Relievers:

• Kuo–$1MM
• Sherrill–?  Do they keep him even?  No clue what they’ll want to do here

After chalking those up we’re looking at about another $20MM in overhead and without the deep pockets coming through we can’t even look at a Holliday or Lackey type of impact signing (not that Holliday fits in anywhere, I’m just saying) which means we’ve got to look at the bargain bin and see what turns up.  My three favorite arms on the market (not counting Wolf, who will be missed) are the incredibly injury prone troika of Ben Sheets, Rich Harden and Erik Bedard.  While signing one (or more) question mark is not a recipe for success for a team currently boasting about three-fifths of a rotation, I can’t help but think that Sheets, who has now had a full year off, could be had for something like 3 years-$27MM or thereabouts.  Bedard has always been a favorite of mine and is coming off a season where he was the dreaded effective-when-healthy in a good pitcher’s park with a good outfield behind him.  The Dodger D is a step below that of the Mariners but still not too shabby and anything lost there would be made up by the transition to the AAAA National League.  So let’s ink him too…4 years-$52MM?  That get it done?  And there we have it.  We still don’t have a real second baseman so hopefully Blake DeWitt can avoid embarrassing himself and keep it real at the keystone and hold down the 8th slot.  And then we win the World Series.  Easy enough, right?

It’s basically 2010, people and that can only mean one thing-end of the year lists that you don’t care about.  But you know what?  I don’t care about you not caring.  So here’s the 10 albums that made the most noise around the WC BIAS offices this year.  Boo yah.

Yeah they have a weird name, get over it

1. Fanfarlo – “Reservoir” – This album can do no wrong.  The easiest way to describe Fanfarlo is to call them the Arcade Fire Unplugged but that’s overly simplistic and incomplete.  Safe to say if you like/love Arcade Fire (and how could you not) you’ll love Fanfarlo but there’s a ton of sheer joy on this album.  You won’t hear anything better than this, guaranteed.
2. Sunset Rubdown – “Dragonslayer” – Holy crap.  While 2009 may not have produced the quantity of albums we would have liked, there’s no denying the quality, as this album would have ranked #1 most other years.  While not quite a concept album and not quite not a concept album, “Dragonslayer” is nothing short of a total mind bending, quasi drug fueled opus.  Was a better song released this year than “Silver Moons“?  No.  No there was not.  Plus the album title gave us a great nickname for Andre Ethier and his late inning heroics.
3. Blind Pilot – “3 Rounds and a Sound” – Nothing but nice songs made by nice people to be enjoyed on a nice day.  Pretty, indie rock that everybody would like and I mean that in the best way possible.  It’s haunting and beautiful and there’s always room for that on your iPod.
4. The Rural Alberta Advantage – “Hometowns” – In the long line of singer’s with voices that are less than stellar (Neutral Milk Hotel, Jets to Brazil, Bright Eyes) comes The RAA and the dubious pipes of Nils Edenloff.  And they are perfect pipes for these stripped down yet wondrously complete songs.  You know how when you eat falafel you’re thinking there’s no way it’ll fill you up and you’ll wish you had a hot dog or something with more meat in it but then after you eat you’re like, “dude, that was great, I can’t wait to get falafel again!”?  That’s how you’ll feel after you listen to this record.
5. Conor Oberst – “Outer South” – Come on, did you think I would make a list that didn’t include Conor/Bright Eyes in some way?  In a lot of ways “Outer South” represents some of his best songwriting with the Biblical based “All the Lights in the Windows” and “Roosevelt Room” (a protest song that would make even Bob Dylan jealous) being my personal favorites.  You can make a case for this album being better than his first solo album in terms of completeness but if I had to chose between the two I’d go with the first one.
6. Mason Jennings – “Blood of Man” – A darker Mason here than we’ve seen before and I like it.  There aren’t any songs that are 10s here and most would probably end up on the cutting room floor of a “Best of” album there aren’t any clunkers.  Gritty, heavy and still hopeful, these are some tight ass tracks.
7. Handsome Furs – “Face Control” – Sigh.  This album was hyped to the moon for me, since their first record is probably a top 10 album for me (of all time) and the fact that there are only two tracks here that I really, really like made it a bit of a disappointment.  Still, those two tracks are retardedly good.
8. Monsters of Folk – “Self-Titled” – Conor’s got 3 songs here that are fantastic and then we’ve got a bunch that just didn’t do it for me.
9. Blitzen Trapper – “Furr” – The title track and “Black River Killer” are 10s.  Just sicker than sick.
10. Manchester Orchestra – “Mean Everything to Nothing” – Not totally sold on these guys but not opposed either.  I think from top to bottom I liked this one more than Brand New’s total misfire but this 10th spot is fluid and I reserve the right to change my mind over this last month.