Life is funny. Sometimes you find something awesome, and sometimes something awesome finds you. In this case, a little of both happened when our good friend Evil Ted stumbled across this Steve Nash bobblepop doll at a Blockbuster video in Oak Park, Illinois. A bargain at only $5 plus tax? Absolutely.

Now, I'm only guessing this doll is supposed to be Steve Nash because it's wearing a Phoenix Suns jersey with a number 13 on it...just like Captain Canada himself. But this might be a pretty big assumption considering the fact that "Nash" looks like the mutant love child of Pee-wee Herman and Annie Lennox. Which, come to think of it, pretty much means it just looks like Annie Lennox. You think I'm kidding? No way. And I can assure you that sweet dreams are not made of these.


Also take note of the raised, Cro-Magnon Neanderthal brow. It's like the first mold was supposed to be one of those Geico cavemen and somebody said, "No, wait, that looks more like NBA superstar Steve Nash! Let's go with it!" And I haven't even told you the best part yet. Remember how I called it a "bobblepop" doll? This means that the doll does more than just shake its disturbing little head while those stunning blue eyes stare directly into your very soul. It also "transforms" into a lollipop. But not just any old lollipop. It becomes the freakiest NBA-licensed lollipop ever. And I have the photographic evidence necessary to back up that claim.


That's right, folks. For only the aforementioned $5 plus tax, you too can lick on delicious candy that's jutting straight out of Steve Nash's nether regions. Seriously, though, couldn't they have at least left his shorts on or something? I'm a big fan and all that, but even I don't want to look down at Nash's bare legs while enjoying a sugary confection. It truly gives new meaning to the term "sucker."

And lest you think this is just my sorry attempt at an April Fool's gag and/or another penis joke, here's the proof that this is indeed an officially-sanctioned piece of NBA merchandise.

Labels: bobbleheads, creepy, licensed products, Steve Nash

I'm posting this video thanks to a hot tip from loyal reader Eduardo. It shows Darko Milicic rubbing his nipples with what can best be described as a "sinister look" plastered across his leering face. Creepy.

Eduardo probably put it best when he said, "The expression on his face is priceless. Is the vaguely sexual act being directed to Turkoglou or Dick Bavetta? Does he do this in the locker room showers, with the same serial-killer stare, creeping the shit out of everyone? Was he simply readjusting nipple rings? We may never know."

Labels: creepy, Darko, Nipples