… Some days, it rains.
1. Songs with whiskey in the title: Willie Nelson’s Whiskey River is the gold standard, here. But it’s pervasive. Throw the water of life in your title and I am sure to listen. Hank’s Whiskey Bent And Hellbound. Drive-By-Truckers doing Women Without Whiskey? Check. Felice Brothers singing Whiskey In My Whiskey? Yes, please. I am, in [...]
Don’t you think I realize what’s going on here, miss? Who do you think I am, huh? Don’t you think I know that if I was some hotshot from out of town that pulled inside here and you guys made a reservation mistake, I’d be the first one to get a room and I’d be [...]
You’re 6 foot nothin’, 100 and nothin’, and you have barely a speck of athletic ability. And you hung in there with the best college basketball players in the land for four years. And you’re gonna walk outta here with a degree from Brigham Young University. In this life, you don’t have to prove nothin’ [...]
Way out west there was this fella… fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jim Fredette. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Mr. Fredette, he called himself “Jimmer”. Now, “Jimmer” – that’s a name no one would [...]
Good morning. In less than an hour, a guard from Provo will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of Jimmer. “Jimmer.” That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will [...]
There was a time, a time before TruTV. When small, scrappy guards reigned supreme. When Billy Packer wasn’t a total douchebag. This was an age when only nuthugger shorts were acceptable. And in Provo, Utah, one scrappy guard was more scrappy than the rest. His name was Jimmer Fredette. He was like a god walking [...]
Jimmer’s got friends in every town and village from here to the Sudan. He speaks a dozen languages, knows every local custom. He’ll blend in, disappear. You’ll never see him again. With any luck, he’s got the Grail already.
Who is Jimmer Fredette? He is supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody believed he was real. Nobody ever saw him or knew anybody that ever played directly with him, but to hear Gus Johnson tell it, anybody could have played with Jimmer. You never knew. That was his power. The [...]
Of course our goal here at NoPepper is to drop knowledge of America’s pastime. That and La Russa DUI jokes. But we must mention that two of the most glorious days in sports are occurring as we speak, including BYU’s Jimmer Fredette working his Mormon Magic on Wofford in the opening round. (Screw you, NCAA! [...]