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A comment in another thread gave me this idea.
Totally unofficial (and completely prizeless) 2010 Dead Pool. Rules are very simple and casual:
1. Pick any ten celebrities that you think may kick the bucket this year. Celebrities can be from any field of endeavor, as long as they ARE celebrities. In other words, they need to be somewhat famous....if picks are marginal in their fame, your Dead Pool Commissioner (me) may disqualify them. Choose wisely.
2. People's picks CAN overlap. If everyone feels like picking Carrot Top, knock yourselves out.
3. No one who has already died at the time of your picks is allowed. That's cheesy.
4. No one who is already at death's door at the time of your picks is allowed. If they have been in the hospital for cancer for the last three months and a blind man three counties away can tell they're about to go, no deal. The idea of a Death Pool is to pick people you think are likely to go, but not that you know are going to die.
5. Whipper Snapper Rule: Of your ten picks, at least one MUST be under the age of 40. If you want to stick to all geezers, fine, but at least keep one pick honest.
6. Have fun. Anyone not having fun with this or taking this too seriously will be mocked incessantly, up to and including having elderberries thrown at them. Anyone taking this way too seriously and being a major asshole will be disqualified by the Commissioner.
Okay, enough with my role as the Commish. Now for my picks:
1. Robin Williams. He'll go laughing.
2. Keith Richards. Eventually, even the walking dead must fall.
3. Frank Gifford. They keep trotting his voice out for football telecasts, but they haven't shown him in a long time. This smacks of Soviet-era denial of ill health. The Giff is at 4th and long, and the defense is closing in.
4. Nancy Reagan. Hey, I had to pick one person from the 18th century!
5. Urban Meyer. He'll come back to coaching, and the stress that caused the leave of absence will kill him.
6. Barry Bonds. Steroids take their toll. (Frankly, this probably more wishful than anything. Can't stand Barroid.)
7. Adam "Pac-Man" Jones. Young. Rich. Stupid. Lives on the edge. His football career is over. Wa wa wa was....wa whoop. Game over. (Whippersnapper pick.)
8. Plaxico Burress. Another idiot athlete. Rich. Arrogant. Unemployed. In prison. Stupid. He...could.....go.....all.....the.....way. (Whippersnapper pick.)
9. Tara Reid. Hollywood's own welcome mat. One of these party girl starlets is going to get toe-tagged eventually. (Whippersnapper pick.)
10. Roman Polanski. Getting older, and the stress of his current court case and house arrest can't be good for him. Roll the credits.
Okay....who's in the pool with me?
Totally unofficial (and completely prizeless) 2010 Dead Pool. Rules are very simple and casual:
1. Pick any ten celebrities that you think may kick the bucket this year. Celebrities can be from any field of endeavor, as long as they ARE celebrities. In other words, they need to be somewhat famous....if picks are marginal in their fame, your Dead Pool Commissioner (me) may disqualify them. Choose wisely.
2. People's picks CAN overlap. If everyone feels like picking Carrot Top, knock yourselves out.
3. No one who has already died at the time of your picks is allowed. That's cheesy.
4. No one who is already at death's door at the time of your picks is allowed. If they have been in the hospital for cancer for the last three months and a blind man three counties away can tell they're about to go, no deal. The idea of a Death Pool is to pick people you think are likely to go, but not that you know are going to die.
5. Whipper Snapper Rule: Of your ten picks, at least one MUST be under the age of 40. If you want to stick to all geezers, fine, but at least keep one pick honest.
6. Have fun. Anyone not having fun with this or taking this too seriously will be mocked incessantly, up to and including having elderberries thrown at them. Anyone taking this way too seriously and being a major asshole will be disqualified by the Commissioner.
Okay, enough with my role as the Commish. Now for my picks:
1. Robin Williams. He'll go laughing.
2. Keith Richards. Eventually, even the walking dead must fall.
3. Frank Gifford. They keep trotting his voice out for football telecasts, but they haven't shown him in a long time. This smacks of Soviet-era denial of ill health. The Giff is at 4th and long, and the defense is closing in.
4. Nancy Reagan. Hey, I had to pick one person from the 18th century!
5. Urban Meyer. He'll come back to coaching, and the stress that caused the leave of absence will kill him.
6. Barry Bonds. Steroids take their toll. (Frankly, this probably more wishful than anything. Can't stand Barroid.)
7. Adam "Pac-Man" Jones. Young. Rich. Stupid. Lives on the edge. His football career is over. Wa wa wa was....wa whoop. Game over. (Whippersnapper pick.)
8. Plaxico Burress. Another idiot athlete. Rich. Arrogant. Unemployed. In prison. Stupid. He...could.....go.....all.....the.....way. (Whippersnapper pick.)
9. Tara Reid. Hollywood's own welcome mat. One of these party girl starlets is going to get toe-tagged eventually. (Whippersnapper pick.)
10. Roman Polanski. Getting older, and the stress of his current court case and house arrest can't be good for him. Roll the credits.
Okay....who's in the pool with me?
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