My apologies to all who have been awaiting posts this week. I've been house sitting without internet since Monday so I haven't been able to get anything of substance up during the day between practices, usual business and my need to sneak away form the office for extended lunches most days last week...so, I'll come up with something soon.
Now I'm down in Charlottesville, VA at the University of VA and preparing for a fine weekend...my last two experiences have left nothing but the fondest memories...so, more to come over the next couple of days...
cheers. (and cheers, and cheers, and cheers...)
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
GREAT start to a week...
Thrilled to be in the office right now...wait, now, I'm not because I've been here since 7:30...on a Monday morning...Yes, I'm not happy.
House sitting all week staring this morning which is always nice, but I had to get up at 6 so I could swing by on my way to the office and walk Erine and give him his breakfast because I had to be at Bates for an 8am CPR and first aid recertification...o wait, no, I got the cancellation email 3 minutes after I booted up my computer after getting into the office...24 minutes before the start of the class...are you kidding me?
I mean, I live in Auburn, it's a 10 minute drive so whatever. But I'm sure other coaches not in season who drove from 30 minutes away won't be able to handle it as professionally as I am. The best part is the class got rescheduled for tomorrow...awesome, I wanted to get to the office before 8am two consecutive days in a row...for the first time in, well, ever.
In other more interesting news, The Aaron Rodger's Champion Ships (aka WinnerWinner ChickenDinners, aka Tony Homo and His Friends, aka The Matt Schaub All-Stars, aka Brady Quinn's Hype Machine, aka Aaron Rodger's RESURGENCE, aka (Players to be Named Later)'s, aka Matt Capone's It Only Takes 9's, aka JonnyFairplay's Baseball Team) has found its way back to the promised land. After an up-and-down 3-3 start the boys rallied around an injury to Tomy Romo and Matt Schaub steered the Ship to where it is today...staring down an Auburn Football League Championship next weekend. Bring on the Fletch-Cats (shitty name, I know...)
I was going to throw up an old video from youtube called Quantum Boggs, where Wade Boggs goes back in time to help Dan Marino win the '85 Super Bowl...but it's a 10 minute video and only the first 4 minutes are hilarious. The last 6 are awful and really leaves a sour taste in your mouth. But this, on the other hand, is a gem from the '04-'05 season and I really wish I could say I saw this live. I could watch this 1000 times in a row and still think it was funny the 1001st.
on that note, happy Monday...
House sitting all week staring this morning which is always nice, but I had to get up at 6 so I could swing by on my way to the office and walk Erine and give him his breakfast because I had to be at Bates for an 8am CPR and first aid recertification...o wait, no, I got the cancellation email 3 minutes after I booted up my computer after getting into the office...24 minutes before the start of the class...are you kidding me?
I mean, I live in Auburn, it's a 10 minute drive so whatever. But I'm sure other coaches not in season who drove from 30 minutes away won't be able to handle it as professionally as I am. The best part is the class got rescheduled for tomorrow...awesome, I wanted to get to the office before 8am two consecutive days in a row...for the first time in, well, ever.
In other more interesting news, The Aaron Rodger's Champion Ships (aka WinnerWinner ChickenDinners, aka Tony Homo and His Friends, aka The Matt Schaub All-Stars, aka Brady Quinn's Hype Machine, aka Aaron Rodger's RESURGENCE, aka (Players to be Named Later)'s, aka Matt Capone's It Only Takes 9's, aka JonnyFairplay's Baseball Team) has found its way back to the promised land. After an up-and-down 3-3 start the boys rallied around an injury to Tomy Romo and Matt Schaub steered the Ship to where it is today...staring down an Auburn Football League Championship next weekend. Bring on the Fletch-Cats (shitty name, I know...)
I was going to throw up an old video from youtube called Quantum Boggs, where Wade Boggs goes back in time to help Dan Marino win the '85 Super Bowl...but it's a 10 minute video and only the first 4 minutes are hilarious. The last 6 are awful and really leaves a sour taste in your mouth. But this, on the other hand, is a gem from the '04-'05 season and I really wish I could say I saw this live. I could watch this 1000 times in a row and still think it was funny the 1001st.
on that note, happy Monday...
Friday, December 5, 2008
Because I know how to embed videos now...
You're going to get some because I have nothing better to do on a Friday night. First one brings me back to middle school. Elementary school, even, with Woohaa! I got you all in check! It's just Busta being Busta. I was more of a When Disaster Strikes, guy...especially the video for Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See. That was some dope s. Anyways, this is some new shenanigans and the quality of the direction more than makes up for the lack of picture quality...
This is another good one. I don't listen to much rap these days that's from after 2000, but the grainy picture quality makes me feel like I'm back watching 8 mile. Only the real 8 mile, not Papa Doc. I don't know why but I never liked Papa Doc. Anyways, it reeks a little of Ivy League elitism, so whoever made this really deserves to get hit in the head with a brick and have Smokey jump over him and say "YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT," but as I don't think that will happen other than in my imagination we can just sit back and laugh at the obnoxious amount of time these guys must have wasted to dub this over like they did...
This last one is for my Mom...because she laughs hysterically every time it's on. And I have to say it's grown on me in the last week or so because it's on EVERY FRIGGING COMMERCIAL BREAK. No matter what the channel. It boggles my mind. But, I'm a habitual mumbler too, so if I can only pump out about 15 top 40 songs in the next 20 years maybe I'll get a 30 second spot like this mocking myself. Or I could just bite the head off a live bird and then endorse KFC. Ozzy hasn't done that yet, but with the Colonel moving on I think it's only a matter of time...
cheers.
This is another good one. I don't listen to much rap these days that's from after 2000, but the grainy picture quality makes me feel like I'm back watching 8 mile. Only the real 8 mile, not Papa Doc. I don't know why but I never liked Papa Doc. Anyways, it reeks a little of Ivy League elitism, so whoever made this really deserves to get hit in the head with a brick and have Smokey jump over him and say "YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT," but as I don't think that will happen other than in my imagination we can just sit back and laugh at the obnoxious amount of time these guys must have wasted to dub this over like they did...
This last one is for my Mom...because she laughs hysterically every time it's on. And I have to say it's grown on me in the last week or so because it's on EVERY FRIGGING COMMERCIAL BREAK. No matter what the channel. It boggles my mind. But, I'm a habitual mumbler too, so if I can only pump out about 15 top 40 songs in the next 20 years maybe I'll get a 30 second spot like this mocking myself. Or I could just bite the head off a live bird and then endorse KFC. Ozzy hasn't done that yet, but with the Colonel moving on I think it's only a matter of time...
cheers.
Slow News Day
Friday's are pretty low key around the office for me. Monday and Tuesday are my busy days, making up the weekly plan and preparing the workouts for the week. But by Thursday and (especially) Friday the hay is in the barn. Even during the season the entries are already in, the hotels, buses and departure times are already confirmed, it's just laying low and finding interesting things to pass the day until practice. Last year I'm go to the athletic department socials Friday mornings because I lived a block away so I could walk home for lunch if I wanted to. I have no interest of leaving home at 8am just to have a cup of coffee, sorry. So I sleep late. But at any rate I've got some things that have popped up over the past couple of weeks that I just want to get out in the open...
Why, in the absence of sunlight, do I get pasty white, but in the absence of sunlight everything else gets darker? I know the answer, but I hate the winter...
I bought thermos at ll bean about a year ago. I think it's magical. I made some tea yesterday morning before I went to work, then forgot about it all day. I came in this morning, needing a pick me up, and the tea was still steaming hot. I don't know how this happened, but I'm not mad at it.
(Below is just for me to try to see if I can figure out how to embed movies into these posts directly because a link to everything kind of sucks...bear with me until I get it figured out...)
I've got two carhartt jackets i'm looking to hoc on the cheap...one xl green with a quilt liner for $40 and one large brown hooded with a synthetic liner for $30...If you or someone you know is interested track me down, and remember Christmas is right around the corner. If you're looking for a paintball gun, laptop, or 3disc CD shelf system (that sounds good and has an aux hookup on the back for ipods) let me know. From those of you who have seen my fantasy football exploits you should know I always think it's time to play lets make a deal.
Meatball pizza might be the best pizza out there. Not the ground up meatball pizza, that shit's hamburger and don't get me started on what's lacking with hamburger pizza...but take meatballs and slice them thinly like pepperoni, then distribute evenly over the top. It's gold, Jerry. Gold.
Cheers.
ps...I just previewed and I have sweet embedding skills. The clip in this is from the link from this morning...this works much better. ::bling::
Why, in the absence of sunlight, do I get pasty white, but in the absence of sunlight everything else gets darker? I know the answer, but I hate the winter...
I bought thermos at ll bean about a year ago. I think it's magical. I made some tea yesterday morning before I went to work, then forgot about it all day. I came in this morning, needing a pick me up, and the tea was still steaming hot. I don't know how this happened, but I'm not mad at it.
(Below is just for me to try to see if I can figure out how to embed movies into these posts directly because a link to everything kind of sucks...bear with me until I get it figured out...)
I've got two carhartt jackets i'm looking to hoc on the cheap...one xl green with a quilt liner for $40 and one large brown hooded with a synthetic liner for $30...If you or someone you know is interested track me down, and remember Christmas is right around the corner. If you're looking for a paintball gun, laptop, or 3disc CD shelf system (that sounds good and has an aux hookup on the back for ipods) let me know. From those of you who have seen my fantasy football exploits you should know I always think it's time to play lets make a deal.
Meatball pizza might be the best pizza out there. Not the ground up meatball pizza, that shit's hamburger and don't get me started on what's lacking with hamburger pizza...but take meatballs and slice them thinly like pepperoni, then distribute evenly over the top. It's gold, Jerry. Gold.
Cheers.
ps...I just previewed and I have sweet embedding skills. The clip in this is from the link from this morning...this works much better. ::bling::
Fridays make me happy
And I trust you'll find this clip makes you happy, too. Had to get this up before I went into the office even if it makes me "late." Late? I'm not late...I'm my own boss. HAH.
No Gip's last night, I've got $43.37 to make it until Thursday when I get my (no so) fat check deposited into my checking account. The once this money is deposited I get another check January 8...ya I get paid by the month how lame is that? But, what's funny is I'm on break from December 11 until January 11...Hooowah. Telecommuting for a month, how you like me now?! But seriously, this video below is hilarious. Getcha popcorn ready.
Happy Friday.
cheers.
No Gip's last night, I've got $43.37 to make it until Thursday when I get my (no so) fat check deposited into my checking account. The once this money is deposited I get another check January 8...ya I get paid by the month how lame is that? But, what's funny is I'm on break from December 11 until January 11...Hooowah. Telecommuting for a month, how you like me now?! But seriously, this video below is hilarious. Getcha popcorn ready.
Happy Friday.
cheers.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Karma good, or Karma bad?
So, today I was leaving the office to run a couple errands and I step into the Blue bird for the quick trip around town. Wow, it's a nice night, I think out loud (I talk to myself a lot. I'm isolated in my office. And I usually have funny things on my mind. And I always think I'm funny, so deal with it.). Unlock the door. Talk a seat on the well maintained blue cloth. Key into the ignition. Step on brake. Step on clut::POP:: Clutch cable is no more. Horseshit.
Haha, but the thing is, I don't know whether to blame the bird or blame myself...I go on a walk down memory lame thinking back to all the good times I have with the Red Dragon less than a week ago, show it some love and get it back on the road, take it on a Sunday drive this past weekend...what was the bird to think? She must've know, she must have seen me smiling when I used a half inch of snow as an excuse to drive the dragon to work on Monday instead of her...
But at the same time, maybe I just got lucky that I finally got the dragon back on the road, and now I'll finally be motivated to get some other work done on the bird, too. I mean, hell, I changed her headlights on Saturday, she must know I love here...right?
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I'm also too lazy to throw another post up tonight, so this is on a completely unrelated note. Just found this link pretty amusing after noticing how many folks in the 'real world' (it's like 'real america,' if you're living in the 'real world,' you know it and won't hesitate to tell everyone else you're living in the 'real world' while belittling anyone who you feel is not living in the 'real world.' Just to be clear, I don't believe in the 'real world,' and not just because no one belives me to be living in the 'real world.' Life is what you make of it, stop bitching because you made yourself a shitty life and have bills to pay. I live with my parents...I like my parents but who's got it bad now? But I digress...) spend far too much time cruising the internet and wankering off rather than just getting down to business and pounding out work. If traditional education in schools and college really teaches you anything it would be the fine arts of procrastination and recovery. While this is a seasonal article based on a Thanksgiving day at work I think we all know many of the events poke up most Fridays for a variety of reasons (read: booze). But that's just my $.02, enjoy it for yourself. cheers.
Haha, but the thing is, I don't know whether to blame the bird or blame myself...I go on a walk down memory lame thinking back to all the good times I have with the Red Dragon less than a week ago, show it some love and get it back on the road, take it on a Sunday drive this past weekend...what was the bird to think? She must've know, she must have seen me smiling when I used a half inch of snow as an excuse to drive the dragon to work on Monday instead of her...
But at the same time, maybe I just got lucky that I finally got the dragon back on the road, and now I'll finally be motivated to get some other work done on the bird, too. I mean, hell, I changed her headlights on Saturday, she must know I love here...right?
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I'm also too lazy to throw another post up tonight, so this is on a completely unrelated note. Just found this link pretty amusing after noticing how many folks in the 'real world' (it's like 'real america,' if you're living in the 'real world,' you know it and won't hesitate to tell everyone else you're living in the 'real world' while belittling anyone who you feel is not living in the 'real world.' Just to be clear, I don't believe in the 'real world,' and not just because no one belives me to be living in the 'real world.' Life is what you make of it, stop bitching because you made yourself a shitty life and have bills to pay. I live with my parents...I like my parents but who's got it bad now? But I digress...) spend far too much time cruising the internet and wankering off rather than just getting down to business and pounding out work. If traditional education in schools and college really teaches you anything it would be the fine arts of procrastination and recovery. While this is a seasonal article based on a Thanksgiving day at work I think we all know many of the events poke up most Fridays for a variety of reasons (read: booze). But that's just my $.02, enjoy it for yourself. cheers.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
So, this is Thanksgiving...
So as the Thanksgiving weekend comes to a close I'd just like to reminisce on the good times which always seem to occur when everybody returns to the good 'ole A-U-B for a couple days of debauchery. The first thanks must go to Jeff Campbell, because without his generosity the Auburn party scene would be vastly different. That house is legendary, has been that way for almost 9 years now, and I'm cautiously optimistic that it will be more of the same as Christmas approaches...
I don't know whether to punch or thank Beaver Lever for her unannounced gift which she felt necessary to bring to Campbell's house Wednesday night and throw down an unspoken challenge for me to wear said gift for the remainder of the evening. This gift will neither be given a name nor described further than me saying it was an apron. A Patriots apron, not a Giants apron...but I guess that was neither here nor there when it's all put into perspective. But I'm pretty sure everyone at Gritty's appreciated it. Thanks to those of you who kicked a dollar or two to "bet" me to wear it in...the only thing that taste better than beer is free beer.
Thanks also to Mr. Skip for starting our turkey at 5:30am for absolutely no reason. Nothing like rolling out of bed at 10:45 Thanksgiving morning and having a golden brown turkey on your kitchen table. I wasn't mad about that. Good form.
Last but not least, cudo's to CBS for getting Andy Rooney on air to lay into corporate America about holiday sales starting long before Thanksgiving even gets here. Mr Rooney believes it should be a law that bans Christmas displays in stores until December 1st. Now that would be something to be thankful for... cheers.
I don't know whether to punch or thank Beaver Lever for her unannounced gift which she felt necessary to bring to Campbell's house Wednesday night and throw down an unspoken challenge for me to wear said gift for the remainder of the evening. This gift will neither be given a name nor described further than me saying it was an apron. A Patriots apron, not a Giants apron...but I guess that was neither here nor there when it's all put into perspective. But I'm pretty sure everyone at Gritty's appreciated it. Thanks to those of you who kicked a dollar or two to "bet" me to wear it in...the only thing that taste better than beer is free beer.
Thanks also to Mr. Skip for starting our turkey at 5:30am for absolutely no reason. Nothing like rolling out of bed at 10:45 Thanksgiving morning and having a golden brown turkey on your kitchen table. I wasn't mad about that. Good form.
Last but not least, cudo's to CBS for getting Andy Rooney on air to lay into corporate America about holiday sales starting long before Thanksgiving even gets here. Mr Rooney believes it should be a law that bans Christmas displays in stores until December 1st. Now that would be something to be thankful for... cheers.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
New Life for the Red Dragon
I'm proud to say I'm back to being a two car family. The Jeep is back on the road.
I had my eye on new vehicles for most of the spring as I was sure I had no intention of getting the Jeep to pass inspection in June. The little red wagon needed serious exhaust work, a lot of body work, and neither inside door handles work. The Maine State Police frowns upon all of these. So I knew at some point I would be in need of new wheels. Uncle Henry's helped me out and I made some calls about some possibilities and happened upon a 1986 Volvo 240 near the end of June and fell in love.
She's got some quirks and I'm still plugging along with some minor repairs, but she's been my daily driver pretty much since I picked her up. It was a nice change. By mid-summer the Jeep had blown a tire and, of course, the rim was rusted onto the hub so no matter how hard I beat on that bastard with a sledge (and let me tell you, I hit that little turd hard) I was down a vehicle as my baby, my first (my last, my everything) car was out of commission.
That was until this week, when I finally decided to break down, trash the tire and just drive her down to my auto repair shop to get some help in throwing my spare on. Decided to get the oil changed too, figured what the hell. And over the past 2 days, I've remembered exactly why I never wanted another vehicle. There's nothing more fun than that little red wagon.
Granted, it doesn't go over 70. That doesn't mean I choose not to go over 70 with it...but it is not possible. In high school I maxed it our at 73...with my foot on the clutch as I was going downhill. That's all she's got. But for an in town car this little sonofabitch zips. Glass is everywhere so you can see everything, it's shorter than I am so it turns on a dime and parks like a breeze, you really can't ask for more. And the summer months it sheds its doors and top and that's when the magic happens. Ah, memories. Those of you who have been in it need to say nothing. Those of you who haven't will just never understand. The CAP-1 will always live on in the good ol' days.
So, the volv is a nice piece of machinery. It still catches the eye and elicits smiles as I pass down the pavement. I don't plan to lose it any time soon, if she's still going in 2018 you know I'll still have it because that's just how I operate. The Jeep is still not inspected, nor will it probably ever be again, at least while I'm paying. Hey, fuck the man. But as we come upon the holiday season I just want to give thanks to my baby, the Red Dragon, the Little Red Wagon, the Cap-1 mobile, the 1991 4cylinder Jeep Wrangler who has been one of my best and closest friends since we met that April moring in 2001. Auburn has never been the same since.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone to you and yours. Cheers.
I had my eye on new vehicles for most of the spring as I was sure I had no intention of getting the Jeep to pass inspection in June. The little red wagon needed serious exhaust work, a lot of body work, and neither inside door handles work. The Maine State Police frowns upon all of these. So I knew at some point I would be in need of new wheels. Uncle Henry's helped me out and I made some calls about some possibilities and happened upon a 1986 Volvo 240 near the end of June and fell in love.
She's got some quirks and I'm still plugging along with some minor repairs, but she's been my daily driver pretty much since I picked her up. It was a nice change. By mid-summer the Jeep had blown a tire and, of course, the rim was rusted onto the hub so no matter how hard I beat on that bastard with a sledge (and let me tell you, I hit that little turd hard) I was down a vehicle as my baby, my first (my last, my everything) car was out of commission.
That was until this week, when I finally decided to break down, trash the tire and just drive her down to my auto repair shop to get some help in throwing my spare on. Decided to get the oil changed too, figured what the hell. And over the past 2 days, I've remembered exactly why I never wanted another vehicle. There's nothing more fun than that little red wagon.
Granted, it doesn't go over 70. That doesn't mean I choose not to go over 70 with it...but it is not possible. In high school I maxed it our at 73...with my foot on the clutch as I was going downhill. That's all she's got. But for an in town car this little sonofabitch zips. Glass is everywhere so you can see everything, it's shorter than I am so it turns on a dime and parks like a breeze, you really can't ask for more. And the summer months it sheds its doors and top and that's when the magic happens. Ah, memories. Those of you who have been in it need to say nothing. Those of you who haven't will just never understand. The CAP-1 will always live on in the good ol' days.
So, the volv is a nice piece of machinery. It still catches the eye and elicits smiles as I pass down the pavement. I don't plan to lose it any time soon, if she's still going in 2018 you know I'll still have it because that's just how I operate. The Jeep is still not inspected, nor will it probably ever be again, at least while I'm paying. Hey, fuck the man. But as we come upon the holiday season I just want to give thanks to my baby, the Red Dragon, the Little Red Wagon, the Cap-1 mobile, the 1991 4cylinder Jeep Wrangler who has been one of my best and closest friends since we met that April moring in 2001. Auburn has never been the same since.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone to you and yours. Cheers.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Up and Down
Tonight may be a long night. It may not be. Depends on how I feel once i get going. First, great atmosphere at Gip's tonight. A lot of the old guard. That's the '03 class. Not the "OH HEY IT'S SO GREAT TO SEE YOU" stuff, but the "Oh...hey...it's...so great to see you..." But any time you see Dek, Pelkey, and Shawula (sp?) in the same place at the same time and they all say hi to this guy...whatever, it was a good evening and things are looking up for the fiesta that is the L/A Thanksgiving...
But while at Gippers' a more pressingf issue came up. I watched the Celts...not the Steelers-Cinncy game. The Celts played great...until the 4th quarter. Few people may see it my way, most will see this as garbage time minutes, and so who cares. What I saw at the 7 minute mark was Pruitt at the 1, Tony Allen at the 2, Leon Powe at the 3, Big Baby Davis at the 4...and Scal at the no fucking place on the court...
I like Scal. He's a great quote. Perk is a beast knows that. The LA media knows that. The Boston media knows that if Bob Ryan and Dan Shawnasay (probably spelled wrong but he spews garbage so fuck him) didn't dominate the headlines. Scal's hilarious. But the hilarity he demonstrates to the mic is the same hilarity he demonstrates to the game of basketball...keep this actor off the court! He knows his way through an interview, but this guy's a 7 year pro...he should! Pruitt...get him on the court! Powe...get him on the court! Scal? Get that character on the bench STAT. Doc started him earlier in the week...Really? I saw...(don't worry, I have nothing better to do...) tell Doc to lay off the shrooms...this ginger isn't Bill Walton. We know what Scal's got...call him Rudy. Gete the youngsters on the floor when you're up 25...not this dinkus.
I guess outside of this I don't have much. Had some big words planned about how the Celts finally got rolling in the first half and really turned it on for the 3rd qtr...but that was all overshadowed by Scal's final 7 minutes...I'm sorry. I'll accept sneaky layups from time to time but there's no way Scal should see the floor for 7 straight minutes, even in the last 7 of the 4th up 25...
Added note to this: The only reason the Celts got #17 last year was Scott Pollard. Said it last year when he was signed (verbally, the typing is new), but YOU WOULDN'T LISTEN. Scal's not Scott. Sorry. Just FYI. #18 is still possible in '09 but just know it will not be for the same reason as last year...Scott Pollard.
On my way to the Bean for the next few days. You won't hear from me in the bustling metropolis. I'm ready for sensory overload...don't you worry about that. cheers.
-m.
But while at Gippers' a more pressingf issue came up. I watched the Celts...not the Steelers-Cinncy game. The Celts played great...until the 4th quarter. Few people may see it my way, most will see this as garbage time minutes, and so who cares. What I saw at the 7 minute mark was Pruitt at the 1, Tony Allen at the 2, Leon Powe at the 3, Big Baby Davis at the 4...and Scal at the no fucking place on the court...
I like Scal. He's a great quote. Perk is a beast knows that. The LA media knows that. The Boston media knows that if Bob Ryan and Dan Shawnasay (probably spelled wrong but he spews garbage so fuck him) didn't dominate the headlines. Scal's hilarious. But the hilarity he demonstrates to the mic is the same hilarity he demonstrates to the game of basketball...keep this actor off the court! He knows his way through an interview, but this guy's a 7 year pro...he should! Pruitt...get him on the court! Powe...get him on the court! Scal? Get that character on the bench STAT. Doc started him earlier in the week...Really? I saw...(don't worry, I have nothing better to do...) tell Doc to lay off the shrooms...this ginger isn't Bill Walton. We know what Scal's got...call him Rudy. Gete the youngsters on the floor when you're up 25...not this dinkus.
I guess outside of this I don't have much. Had some big words planned about how the Celts finally got rolling in the first half and really turned it on for the 3rd qtr...but that was all overshadowed by Scal's final 7 minutes...I'm sorry. I'll accept sneaky layups from time to time but there's no way Scal should see the floor for 7 straight minutes, even in the last 7 of the 4th up 25...
Added note to this: The only reason the Celts got #17 last year was Scott Pollard. Said it last year when he was signed (verbally, the typing is new), but YOU WOULDN'T LISTEN. Scal's not Scott. Sorry. Just FYI. #18 is still possible in '09 but just know it will not be for the same reason as last year...Scott Pollard.
On my way to the Bean for the next few days. You won't hear from me in the bustling metropolis. I'm ready for sensory overload...don't you worry about that. cheers.
-m.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Notepad > The Stool
Many of you know I don't like to toot my own horn. But some of you may have noticed I beat the 'stool in publicly appreciating David Thorn and his spider currency antics by a day or two. While I stole this story from a comment section on the 'stool, I hope you're all able to see I aim to please. I knew in my heart of hearts this was going to be a hit, and the kind of humor my dear friends would appreciate. This was just too funny to resist. (toot, toot!)
I'd also like to use this as a time to announce the passing of the hilarious firejoemorgan.com. This blog has been around for a few years and basically just shit on commentators and sportswriters who spew garbage and misinformation with no disregard whatsoever. Washington needs watchdogs like this (I know, I know, Washington does have watchdogs like this. And in Washington, like the media, no one listens to them. If the media listened to firejoemorgan.com, I can guarantee you that cock knocker Jay Mariotti would be out of a job. That guy is just awful. But I digress...). But, if you have a minute (or half a day at the office) to waste check it out and some of their past stories they write some good stuff. They claim they're done, but I could see a little MJ with the Wizards in their future. There will always be a market for them because sportscasters and writers will always spew 2500 words of garbage when 200 words of fact would do. And that's my 2 cents...
I'd also like to use this as a time to announce the passing of the hilarious firejoemorgan.com. This blog has been around for a few years and basically just shit on commentators and sportswriters who spew garbage and misinformation with no disregard whatsoever. Washington needs watchdogs like this (I know, I know, Washington does have watchdogs like this. And in Washington, like the media, no one listens to them. If the media listened to firejoemorgan.com, I can guarantee you that cock knocker Jay Mariotti would be out of a job. That guy is just awful. But I digress...). But, if you have a minute (or half a day at the office) to waste check it out and some of their past stories they write some good stuff. They claim they're done, but I could see a little MJ with the Wizards in their future. There will always be a market for them because sportscasters and writers will always spew 2500 words of garbage when 200 words of fact would do. And that's my 2 cents...
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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Just want to apologize for the comments not popping up on the same screen but bringing you to a new screen which contains only that particular post. I am confined to the fixed nature of google's blogger application and thus it is out of my control. I encourage the banter and enjoy the humor and insight outside voices bring to this fine forum, so read, respond, and re-respond. cheers.
Not sure if I'll be out on Thursday..if I'm out I'll do my best to come up with something good. But don't get your hopes up...my aim is a career arch similar to Jose Canseco... .280 average with some bombs from time to time. And when things turn sour I'll turn to reality tv and narc-ing on my friends. But, feel safe...I'll feel bad about it afterwards.
Not sure if I'll be out on Thursday..if I'm out I'll do my best to come up with something good. But don't get your hopes up...my aim is a career arch similar to Jose Canseco... .280 average with some bombs from time to time. And when things turn sour I'll turn to reality tv and narc-ing on my friends. But, feel safe...I'll feel bad about it afterwards.
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