Monday, October 8, 2007
If you'll excuse me, I need to go take a shit.
It was the dedication and first game at the new stadium at Marist this weekend. Press Box is fuckin sweet but its no Lafayette (or Vandy). My job at the football game is to set-up the press box (seating, notes, guides, computers, radio equipment, music, sound etc), and take back-up play by play in case someone misses something (real easy).
So the game starts and I am doin my job (logging plays) and checkin out babes (I get a pair of binocs)...the babes were out in large numbers (cause of homecoming and the amazing weather and the stadium)
Anyways, late in the first quarter, some dude pats me on the back and is like can I sit next to you (I made it so I there was an extra seat next to me)...I say yes and look up and, bam, its Bill O'Reilly from "TheO'Reilly Factor." I was like, "sure, sit down."
(He's a Marist alum and actually did the coin toss...I obviously wasnt able to put it together when I put "O'Reilly" on a seat right behind press row and that Bill O'Reilly was doing "the coin toss.")
We started BS'n inbetween plays about whatever. He was critical of the Marist D, especially there secondary (which sucks dick). I also found out he's a Met guy but roots for the Yanks a little too. I never acknowledged who he was or that I knew who he was because I could tell he really just wanted to watch the game and bs. Everyone had prolly been stayin' stupid shit to him all day.
He was drinking Mich. Light and I busted him for it. He said "fuck you, its all they got." The half ended and he leaned over to me and said, "Thanks for the seat, but if you'll excuse me I need to take shit, and duck outta here. Nice meetin' you."
And that was that.
So the game starts and I am doin my job (logging plays) and checkin out babes (I get a pair of binocs)...the babes were out in large numbers (cause of homecoming and the amazing weather and the stadium)
Anyways, late in the first quarter, some dude pats me on the back and is like can I sit next to you (I made it so I there was an extra seat next to me)...I say yes and look up and, bam, its Bill O'Reilly from "TheO'Reilly Factor." I was like, "sure, sit down."
(He's a Marist alum and actually did the coin toss...I obviously wasnt able to put it together when I put "O'Reilly" on a seat right behind press row and that Bill O'Reilly was doing "the coin toss.")
We started BS'n inbetween plays about whatever. He was critical of the Marist D, especially there secondary (which sucks dick). I also found out he's a Met guy but roots for the Yanks a little too. I never acknowledged who he was or that I knew who he was because I could tell he really just wanted to watch the game and bs. Everyone had prolly been stayin' stupid shit to him all day.
He was drinking Mich. Light and I busted him for it. He said "fuck you, its all they got." The half ended and he leaned over to me and said, "Thanks for the seat, but if you'll excuse me I need to take shit, and duck outta here. Nice meetin' you."
And that was that.
Some Thoughts
1. I get that everybody has a rock hard boner over Brett Farve and his legacy and his current play and whatever, but if I have to watch him button and unbutton his chinstrap after every fucking play for just one more game I'm gonna shit. I wouldn't be surprised if he slipped his wife's panties from her snatch to off her snatch to back on her snatch after every pump during sex.
2. Frank Thomas. What are you doing buddy? Hello? Yeah you. Hello? Spit it out. Wait, what? Nevermind. Keep that to yourself. You are an idiot. Please shut up.
3. Why is Joba in for the 8th? I love Joe but that makes no sense.
4. I have not yet received an invite to the sports betting blog.
5. Give Steinbrenner some fucking credit. His team loses a tough game that many probably feel is more a result of some bad luck than actually getting beat and now you're down 0-2. A-Rod has some important ABs and doesn't come through. Jeter and Posada and Matsui are all struggling. The entire team is tight swinging the bat and you got a questionable Rocket on the mound. The attitude for game three isn't where you want it to be. So what do you do? You make the first public speech almost all year. Why?...On a whim?...To throw Torre under the bus? I don't think so. You don't have as much success in all aspects of life as King George without knowing what you're doing. With all this other shit floating around, you've got to get the focus back. Joe can take the heat. He knows whats going on. When you have one of the best coaches ever and a guy the team would do anything for, its where you want the heat to be anyway. If it doesn't work and you lose again in the first round, and you haven't been out of the first round in a while let alone back to the series, and the Sox are doing all the dominating this century, then that's not acceptable in Steinbrenner's world anyway. That's what it means to be a Yankee. It worked brilliantly. Get off his nuts.
6. Frank TV is looking better each day.
7. Bills are going to put together an impressive game tonight, even if we lose.
2. Frank Thomas. What are you doing buddy? Hello? Yeah you. Hello? Spit it out. Wait, what? Nevermind. Keep that to yourself. You are an idiot. Please shut up.
3. Why is Joba in for the 8th? I love Joe but that makes no sense.
4. I have not yet received an invite to the sports betting blog.
5. Give Steinbrenner some fucking credit. His team loses a tough game that many probably feel is more a result of some bad luck than actually getting beat and now you're down 0-2. A-Rod has some important ABs and doesn't come through. Jeter and Posada and Matsui are all struggling. The entire team is tight swinging the bat and you got a questionable Rocket on the mound. The attitude for game three isn't where you want it to be. So what do you do? You make the first public speech almost all year. Why?...On a whim?...To throw Torre under the bus? I don't think so. You don't have as much success in all aspects of life as King George without knowing what you're doing. With all this other shit floating around, you've got to get the focus back. Joe can take the heat. He knows whats going on. When you have one of the best coaches ever and a guy the team would do anything for, its where you want the heat to be anyway. If it doesn't work and you lose again in the first round, and you haven't been out of the first round in a while let alone back to the series, and the Sox are doing all the dominating this century, then that's not acceptable in Steinbrenner's world anyway. That's what it means to be a Yankee. It worked brilliantly. Get off his nuts.
6. Frank TV is looking better each day.
7. Bills are going to put together an impressive game tonight, even if we lose.
Travis Henry better play football for 30 years
Guys,
click the title to link to the article
saw this article when Tom Brady's baby was born on some link from sportsillustrated....it is one of the most ridiculous yet amazing articles i've ever read. I found the people and the comments on the site just to be insane
btw travis henry has 9 children by 9 women....if he pays only 5k a month per child he is spending 540k a year for child support...unreal
click the title to link to the article
saw this article when Tom Brady's baby was born on some link from sportsillustrated....it is one of the most ridiculous yet amazing articles i've ever read. I found the people and the comments on the site just to be insane
btw travis henry has 9 children by 9 women....if he pays only 5k a month per child he is spending 540k a year for child support...unreal
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Notes
Hopefully everyone that submitted picks did well. I don't have any clue how I did. I was so busy this weekend I didn't remember to do NFL picks...I hope that okay. Jim?
Lets get some more stories up there like Warning Track Power's. Well fuckin' done.
I was big time dissapointed by the two sweeps. Yeh the games were good but, the sweeps suck. Less baseball.
I would like to get some music goin on the site. Prolly a section for reccomendations (prolly several representing different kinds). Suggestions welcome.
Keep sending me links of good shit. It's hard to get keep fresh material goin by myself with the hours I got goin' on.
I actually just smoked the wacky tobacky for the first time since startin to work here. It was with this girl that lives in the same apartment thing. She was actually good looking but has a fuckin obnoxious little shit dog. And she is a Philly fan. So. Yeh.
Piece -
Lets get some more stories up there like Warning Track Power's. Well fuckin' done.
I was big time dissapointed by the two sweeps. Yeh the games were good but, the sweeps suck. Less baseball.
I would like to get some music goin on the site. Prolly a section for reccomendations (prolly several representing different kinds). Suggestions welcome.
Keep sending me links of good shit. It's hard to get keep fresh material goin by myself with the hours I got goin' on.
I actually just smoked the wacky tobacky for the first time since startin to work here. It was with this girl that lives in the same apartment thing. She was actually good looking but has a fuckin obnoxious little shit dog. And she is a Philly fan. So. Yeh.
Piece -
Stag Day
Yesterday was Stag Day at my county club and it was a fucking great event. Breakfast, golf, lunch, golf, dinner, poker with boozin and gamblin throughout the entire day and no females allowed on the course at all. Back in the day they used to have strippers as a night cap but some gay member went home and told his wife one day and that was the end of that. In my opinion he should have gotten a letter for being a dick with the next member to snitch getting kicked out and the strippers should have continued, but apparently the club isn't that cool. Of course if it was my club I'd also arrange for hot sluts to be givin blowjobs at the turn but that is neither here nor there. I'm going to skip ahead to the poker to get to the point of this post.
Eight guys tro in 200 a piece to play some no limit. It's like one of five tables goin on not including the dice games and other shit on the side. 1000 in chips with 25, 50 blinds, increasing every twenty minutes and guys are asking questions like 'do i turn the card over now' and 'how many more cards come?' The problem with this is you pretty much have to have the dead nuts at all times cuz someone is always goin to call you all the way down and catch that fuckin deuce on the river to bust your ass. One guy at the table was so drunk he was falling asleep in between hands and would call or raise or fold without even looking at his hand. This was actually working for him for a while.
So I'm in first position with my stack at 200 and the blinds at 100, 200 cuz I haven't caught shit. Four players remain and only top two get paid. I fold cause I have 6,2 and I am basically gone next hand. One of the dudes left is a 60 year old who has been a cock all night and wouldn't suprise me if it came out one day that he was having sex with a 13 year old boy. He has previously passed a resolution banning smoking in the clubhouse and one dude lights up a cig and starts blowin it in his face at the table during this hand.
First guy bets, second guy raises, third guy raises and all call. Flop comes K,2,K. Bet, reraise, reraise, reraise, call, all in, call, call. This occurred in a slow, sloppy manner with everyone pretty much having no clue and at one point deciding fuck it I just want to bust out this fag. The turn and river come J and 4 and everyone flips over their cards. 1st guy has J 3. 2nd 10 4 and 3rd Q 9. The winner was already the leader and takes out the other two leaving me in second with enough money to cover the xbox 360 I copped this week on the credit card.
I mean, what?
No way I'd even trade this hand for a blowjob at the turn.
Eight guys tro in 200 a piece to play some no limit. It's like one of five tables goin on not including the dice games and other shit on the side. 1000 in chips with 25, 50 blinds, increasing every twenty minutes and guys are asking questions like 'do i turn the card over now' and 'how many more cards come?' The problem with this is you pretty much have to have the dead nuts at all times cuz someone is always goin to call you all the way down and catch that fuckin deuce on the river to bust your ass. One guy at the table was so drunk he was falling asleep in between hands and would call or raise or fold without even looking at his hand. This was actually working for him for a while.
So I'm in first position with my stack at 200 and the blinds at 100, 200 cuz I haven't caught shit. Four players remain and only top two get paid. I fold cause I have 6,2 and I am basically gone next hand. One of the dudes left is a 60 year old who has been a cock all night and wouldn't suprise me if it came out one day that he was having sex with a 13 year old boy. He has previously passed a resolution banning smoking in the clubhouse and one dude lights up a cig and starts blowin it in his face at the table during this hand.
First guy bets, second guy raises, third guy raises and all call. Flop comes K,2,K. Bet, reraise, reraise, reraise, call, all in, call, call. This occurred in a slow, sloppy manner with everyone pretty much having no clue and at one point deciding fuck it I just want to bust out this fag. The turn and river come J and 4 and everyone flips over their cards. 1st guy has J 3. 2nd 10 4 and 3rd Q 9. The winner was already the leader and takes out the other two leaving me in second with enough money to cover the xbox 360 I copped this week on the credit card.
I mean, what?
No way I'd even trade this hand for a blowjob at the turn.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Fear
Rockies felt a big inning coming, so they turned off the lights.
Bunch of cuntys.
Lets go Phils!
Livan Hernandez just 5 hit the Cubs through 6 for those counting at home. I feel like James and I could go a combined 5 for 8 in a game against that fat fuck. Unreal.
Da Body
Bunch of cuntys.
Lets go Phils!
Livan Hernandez just 5 hit the Cubs through 6 for those counting at home. I feel like James and I could go a combined 5 for 8 in a game against that fat fuck. Unreal.
Da Body
Friday, October 5, 2007
BlowwwwwwJobba Byyyyyyy Joba!!!!
Holy shit! Just when you think u've seen it all...The Joba train is derailed by insects. As happy as I was to see the Yanks lose (not cause I am a bitter Met fan but because I like this Injun squad), I cannot believe what happened tonite...total debauchery...
I was covering the Marist men's soccer game but was able to watch the game due to the 55 inch flat screens in the bran-new press box...Joba looked totally sick in the 7th and was totally off in the 8th cause of the bugs...I just don't know what to say...
If any of you missed it...check this link out... http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2007/news/story?id=3051105
Marion Jones...what a DONKEY!
This is a must see just cause of the picture half-way down
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=jones/071005&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab5pos2
And...lets give Travis Henry some Karma...can't a nigga smoke some tree?
Big day for the Kooler tmrww as Marist has there homecoming and formal stadium dedication...big big day...hoping for some good scenery...and I am sure there will be...
Till Later...
Couple of final things today...
First off, gentlemen, don't forget to get ur college football picks to Banter Blog Sports (u can find a link on the top of this page)...
(Jim, I will take both of those games I tried to tease straight up, what the hell, one unit each)
Also, Jimmy will be posting our first weekly feature ever...it is called College Football Weekly. Seriously, go check it out, it's great. The Weekly aka Nicky Beans does a fantastic job on it.
Also, get ur NFL Picks in on-time...I would like to get as much action on the sports side of things as possible.
Lets go FAUSTO!!
First off, gentlemen, don't forget to get ur college football picks to Banter Blog Sports (u can find a link on the top of this page)...
(Jim, I will take both of those games I tried to tease straight up, what the hell, one unit each)
Also, Jimmy will be posting our first weekly feature ever...it is called College Football Weekly. Seriously, go check it out, it's great. The Weekly aka Nicky Beans does a fantastic job on it.
Also, get ur NFL Picks in on-time...I would like to get as much action on the sports side of things as possible.
Lets go FAUSTO!!
Randomness: Coupla links and the DOTW and BDOTW
A couple things for today...
If you missed it, like I did at first, please go down and read, "Crown his ass" or whatever the name of that post was...the story about Fio's house is totally priceless...and the comments section is great too cause of Da Govna and Revelrend...
Some links...
A look back at one of the greatest Knicks of my lifetime...in a time of pain this makes me feel better...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRVr10i28Kw
If ur a fan of any team that is not doing well...check this out...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VOpFsdZg1A
Sports Guys Power PoLL and Picks... http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/071005&sportCat=nfl&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab2pos1
I am in the process of trying to add College Football Weekly as a section of it's own...keep an eye out for it...
Finally, Da Govna suggested that we get a "Donkey of the Week," each and every week. I will be accepting nominations, throo email until Monday of every week...at that point we will have a three day vote...it can be a team, a person, anything...any entity...for example...This weeks Donkey of the week will be Marion Jones for admitting to winning all her Gold Medals using illegal drugs after denying about 3000 different allegations...but start nominating, vote starts Monday evening.
With the "Donkey of the Week" comes the "Mr. Big Dick of the Week." Same rules apply...nominations accepted...this week it will be Myself for getting this baby going.
Until later...piece out
If you missed it, like I did at first, please go down and read, "Crown his ass" or whatever the name of that post was...the story about Fio's house is totally priceless...and the comments section is great too cause of Da Govna and Revelrend...
Some links...
A look back at one of the greatest Knicks of my lifetime...in a time of pain this makes me feel better...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRVr10i28Kw
If ur a fan of any team that is not doing well...check this out...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VOpFsdZg1A
Sports Guys Power PoLL and Picks... http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/071005&sportCat=nfl&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab2pos1
I am in the process of trying to add College Football Weekly as a section of it's own...keep an eye out for it...
Finally, Da Govna suggested that we get a "Donkey of the Week," each and every week. I will be accepting nominations, throo email until Monday of every week...at that point we will have a three day vote...it can be a team, a person, anything...any entity...for example...This weeks Donkey of the week will be Marion Jones for admitting to winning all her Gold Medals using illegal drugs after denying about 3000 different allegations...but start nominating, vote starts Monday evening.
With the "Donkey of the Week" comes the "Mr. Big Dick of the Week." Same rules apply...nominations accepted...this week it will be Myself for getting this baby going.
Until later...piece out
If You Wanna Crown His Ass Then Crown His Ass
So I'm sitting at my desk at the office right now and outside the window is a fine looking young lady tanning on the bow of her boat, face down with a tight little bikini riding up her ass. Everything looks good from here but we all know that good from far usually ends up being far from good and I am about a Bonds McCovey Cove cock shot away. Irregardless,
If I was Bob, I'd just drop my nuts down over the window sill and everything would take care of itself. In fact, I would probably be able to get pretty close to nailing two of the four women in the boat at the same time before having to stop in the street to pee real quick and then having them all disappear. (For those who don't know, this is a reference to a similar occurence at Fiorettis last month upon which I will ellaborate shortly)
Anyway, I have nothing close to an excuse as to why I would be strolling all the way down the end of the dock in order to approach, I have no clue what I'd say anyway, and I have no way of telling if any of them are even worth approaching in the first place. Thoughts???
As to my NJ reference, I'd just like to post some props to Da Govna as well as to nominate him to the Wing Man Hall of Fame- which we should now create on this site.
Long story short, I have a threesome wrapped up better than the Mets had the NL East and it disappears as I am walking with them to their car "so they can get a change of clothes," which is what they said we should all go do after an extended period of kissing and grabbing each other in the bar. I stop to urinate just outside in some shrubs because I had been holding it for like an hour so I wouldn't lose track of them and it ended up costing me because I had to unleash this monstrous piss out of the rock hard wang that I had going, and I hadn't clearly declared to them that this was what I was about to do. (I was in a trailing position, thought it would be quick and they wouldn't really wonder that far) Needless to say I was more upset than Strancock and Cooler combined on the day the Mets shit all over themselves when these sluzies escaped into the night.
Afterwards, through a five minute convo, I manage to put myself in position to take down a 6ish with a 8 or so face and a 4.5 or so bod that Bob had opened in the bar. I end up traveling in this broads car for 45 minutes for a drive that should have been ten after the bar closes to find Cheddars. It was straight cuz I had a sweet reach around grope going on her as she was driving with me in the backseat and her friend in the front but it sucked because by the time we got there everyone had pretty much closed up shop for the night and settled into their sleeping spots. We walk in and her friend is visibly questioning what the hell she is doing at this strange little hut. Pian is just about asleep on the couch.
I yell for the Law to get up and entertain this 5 immediately so I can take the other one to my car and bust all over her. Not only does he abide, but it forces him into a worthless two hour long convo that leads to an even more worthless half tug session on the porch deep into the dawn hours. Before he knows what hit him I am happily asleep on his couch with this chick draped over me like a blanket, and he is relegated to a half chair to share with his girl for a bed and no blanket. When I finally wake my ass up in the morning, he doesn't even mutter the slightest complaint and in fact compliments my score. Meanwhile, I have to fight my boys from school who live in Norwalk to even go out with me on a weekend nght to hit on girls. Talk about a fucking wingman. I'd like to crown his ass for such a play.
If I was Bob, I'd just drop my nuts down over the window sill and everything would take care of itself. In fact, I would probably be able to get pretty close to nailing two of the four women in the boat at the same time before having to stop in the street to pee real quick and then having them all disappear. (For those who don't know, this is a reference to a similar occurence at Fiorettis last month upon which I will ellaborate shortly)
Anyway, I have nothing close to an excuse as to why I would be strolling all the way down the end of the dock in order to approach, I have no clue what I'd say anyway, and I have no way of telling if any of them are even worth approaching in the first place. Thoughts???
As to my NJ reference, I'd just like to post some props to Da Govna as well as to nominate him to the Wing Man Hall of Fame- which we should now create on this site.
Long story short, I have a threesome wrapped up better than the Mets had the NL East and it disappears as I am walking with them to their car "so they can get a change of clothes," which is what they said we should all go do after an extended period of kissing and grabbing each other in the bar. I stop to urinate just outside in some shrubs because I had been holding it for like an hour so I wouldn't lose track of them and it ended up costing me because I had to unleash this monstrous piss out of the rock hard wang that I had going, and I hadn't clearly declared to them that this was what I was about to do. (I was in a trailing position, thought it would be quick and they wouldn't really wonder that far) Needless to say I was more upset than Strancock and Cooler combined on the day the Mets shit all over themselves when these sluzies escaped into the night.
Afterwards, through a five minute convo, I manage to put myself in position to take down a 6ish with a 8 or so face and a 4.5 or so bod that Bob had opened in the bar. I end up traveling in this broads car for 45 minutes for a drive that should have been ten after the bar closes to find Cheddars. It was straight cuz I had a sweet reach around grope going on her as she was driving with me in the backseat and her friend in the front but it sucked because by the time we got there everyone had pretty much closed up shop for the night and settled into their sleeping spots. We walk in and her friend is visibly questioning what the hell she is doing at this strange little hut. Pian is just about asleep on the couch.
I yell for the Law to get up and entertain this 5 immediately so I can take the other one to my car and bust all over her. Not only does he abide, but it forces him into a worthless two hour long convo that leads to an even more worthless half tug session on the porch deep into the dawn hours. Before he knows what hit him I am happily asleep on his couch with this chick draped over me like a blanket, and he is relegated to a half chair to share with his girl for a bed and no blanket. When I finally wake my ass up in the morning, he doesn't even mutter the slightest complaint and in fact compliments my score. Meanwhile, I have to fight my boys from school who live in Norwalk to even go out with me on a weekend nght to hit on girls. Talk about a fucking wingman. I'd like to crown his ass for such a play.
Gas Station Attendants
I wanted to share this with my "peeps."
So Im getting gas yesterdee and it was obviously a person who wears a towel as a hat, to be politically correct.
First off, he is standing behind my back window, which is up, trying to inquire how much gas im getting. I obviously cant hear him bc my drivers side window is the only one down at this point. So I finally roll down my passenger side window and say "20 of regular." He couldnt comprehend that until about the 12th time I said it. TRY WALKING THE FUCK AROUND YOU LAZY CUNTY!
Secondly, there are no other patrons currently at this gas station. Generally, when that is the case, the attendant will stand there and wait for the 20 dollars to fill and finish the transaction in a timely manner. Not this faggot. He walks 30 yards away and sits down.
So what shouldve taken under 3 minutes, has now taken 10. All I wanted to do was get out and do it myself, but it is forbidden in NJ.
The best part of this entire rant is when this homeless man's fat version of a bearded Aladin walks up to my w
inda to get my cash, I notice that his black shirt says "Hangin With My Peeps" and below it there are a line of those little gay peeps marshmallowy yellow candies (a la the attached image). It was by far the queerest shirt ever and was 100% purchased at the Thrift Store, not for comedic purposes.
Da Govna
So Im getting gas yesterdee and it was obviously a person who wears a towel as a hat, to be politically correct.
First off, he is standing behind my back window, which is up, trying to inquire how much gas im getting. I obviously cant hear him bc my drivers side window is the only one down at this point. So I finally roll down my passenger side window and say "20 of regular." He couldnt comprehend that until about the 12th time I said it. TRY WALKING THE FUCK AROUND YOU LAZY CUNTY!
Secondly, there are no other patrons currently at this gas station. Generally, when that is the case, the attendant will stand there and wait for the 20 dollars to fill and finish the transaction in a timely manner. Not this faggot. He walks 30 yards away and sits down.
So what shouldve taken under 3 minutes, has now taken 10. All I wanted to do was get out and do it myself, but it is forbidden in NJ.
The best part of this entire rant is when this homeless man's fat version of a bearded Aladin walks up to my w
inda to get my cash, I notice that his black shirt says "Hangin With My Peeps" and below it there are a line of those little gay peeps marshmallowy yellow candies (a la the attached image). It was by far the queerest shirt ever and was 100% purchased at the Thrift Store, not for comedic purposes.Da Govna
Thursday, October 4, 2007
What A Find!
I was about to hop into bed and something told me "no," why don't you start to unpack a little bit and start living like a human being (you know, stop living out of my car like I have been doing for a solid month)...so I did...I emptied one of my 15 bags out on the floor and realized it was all dirty...rather than just leaving it there and going to the next one, I decided to put everything in my laundry basket...the first thing I picked up were my baseball slacks from the Championship Series (that we won)...
SO,I hear some change clangin' around and my froogle self says hey, I should grab that...I reach into my pocket...
...and in the middle of the change is about 3 grams of the dryest, dirtiest schwag I have EVER SEEN! Now, when I smoke the dope, its NEVER schwag...the last time I remember token dirt was when I was at Lafayette still...
I havent been blazin' much at all recently...well...except once w earls boy and a couple times w cheddar bob...who by the way...went to get a twen last sundee and came back w like 8 grrs and was trying to just give them away...we were about 1.7 jugs-o-gria deep, but still...)
Anyways, after thinking about this phenomenon for the past 25 mins, or so...I havent got the SLIGHTEST clue where this could have came from...REMARKABLE!
Now I just need to find some1 thats down to burn one (or about 5) up with me...
Purple Rain
*****NOTE***** I will not bash the TBS crew's effort during this game because their performance spoke for itself.
Just know that for you, my friends, there is a God of blogging because this running blog wouldve trumped yesterdee's.
Lets get a show of hands who thought the Phils would be down 2-0 at home to the Rocks. Yeh, neither did I.
The state of disbelief I am in really accentuates how Ive felt many times over the season. Did I always think this team had the talent to win? Absolutely, look at the roster. Yet did I scratch my head as a baseball "novice" compared to those in charge of these games(who I figured to be more in touch with the game than myself) countless times throughout the year? FUCKYAW!
Then when they seem to be primed for the playoffs, from top to bottom, we revert back to our old ways of poor decisions and pure disillusion of what is going on around us. It was exasperating!
I was in the car driving for the first two dongs by the Rocks and JRolls so when I was parked for the first time I was at peace. I knew that big Frank was not shutting us down. I continued watching through Jimmy's go ahead triple with my 6'7" little brother and his friends and made it home with a twelve pack of Bud Heavs to butt heads with this game alone.
Kyle Kendrick's MO throughout the year has been getting out of jams. Let this be known.
This Rockies squad can swat, its indisputable. You know that coming in. But when you consistently get out of tough situations, including the inning before, the trigger should not be pulled so quickly. In the 4th Kendrick had already battled his way to where he is at and after a SQUIB DRIBBLER by a pinch hitter loads the bases Im not taking him out. Im sorry Im not. He is not pitching great but his effort isnt screaming for a change. Chuck's asshole tightens and goes to Lohse, who has been good out of the pen in the last weekend. Gets the nip to a 1-2 count and is supposed to trow a high heater and throws it to the one spot that the purple gloved former Met jap can do damage. Second guessing begins.
This is still the 4th by the way and we've put 3 tallies on the board tru chree. This game is by no means over. But there is still a new pitcher and we have just lost the lead, youd think we would see some pitches. Nope. Two outs on three pitches. Undisciplined, unprofessional at bats ensue to end a painful inning. Im trying to shake off badgered texts from the Daigo at this point while attempting to decipher if Im watching a Major League team or not. Beers continue to flow.
The hurt doesnt stop because Chuckie hits MICHAEL BOURN for Lohse, thinking he may spark something, and that turns into a quick 1-2-3 inning. Why hit for a pitcher who just found a groove with a guy who cant do anything and follow it with an appearance by the closer formerly known as Jose Mesa? Cant throw strikes and when it does its titted. Can I please control the personnel of this team? PLEASE?!?!?!??? Im about 7 into my 12 sack in an hour at this point.
I dont even want to talk about the 6th because I may vomit. Lets just say, the middle of our pen was a microcosm of what happened throughout the season. Cant get ahead, cant locate, cant make pitches. I was drinking beers at an astonomical rate during the 6th in hope to put myself into a coma that would eventually end with me waking up in the top of the actual 6th inning down 1 with John Taylor on the mound. Thats how bad it was. It was unwatchable.
Howard hits a dong, while im smoking a cig clearly, and thats about it for a while. Then I realize that so much of my confidence in the Phillies relies on the home run. Its insane. I found myself, as a self-proclaimed pretty intelligent baseball mind, thinking like I was in the 4th quarter of a football game trying to get a cover. "Alright if he gets on, steals second, wild pitch, walk, single, dong, and we are right back in it!" Terrible way to think.
Then it happened again, we load the bases in the 8th and Im resting my hopes on a Carlos Ruiz bases clearing double at least. He grounds a 2-1 fastball to short to punish me for my optimistic outlook.
When it comes down to it, we coached our way out of that game. If Kendrick gives up the salami, no actual baseball fan says you shouldve taken him out. Charlie fed into his counterpart's move to take out his young pitcher and went to his weak long relief. Lohse has been good outta the pen, but I honestly dont think he was even envisioning coming in there. He settled after the kamakzi's granny, but, fuck, who cares then.
So many what if's reside in baseball and today was another game full of them.
The Phils back's arent against the wall, they are implanted in the wall. If they win Game 3, Cole HAS to go Game 4 and try to let your fans will you to a win in Game 5.
I ended up roping 10 beers from inning 3 to 9 and will continue drinking throughout this Yankee game with whatever is around this house. I just cant believe that we lost two games at home. I, in no way, think this Rockies team is that much better than the Phils. I dont care about that momentum bullshit, the Phils didnt exactly back into the playoffs. The drunk did a better job of managing his team and their pen has been pretty much lights out (MVP of the series goes to their pen right now). The Portugal native Fuentes tried to make it interesting but we couldnt capatilize.
Lets Go Tribe. Phils need a day off to regroup. Gonna be a stiff mountain to climb. Gotta do it on the field.
I prolly forgot a ton of shit I was bottling up during the game but I got fucked up so it is what it is.
CC is currently dominating. Fuckyaw!
Tryin to Believe,
Daa Govna
Just know that for you, my friends, there is a God of blogging because this running blog wouldve trumped yesterdee's.
Lets get a show of hands who thought the Phils would be down 2-0 at home to the Rocks. Yeh, neither did I.
The state of disbelief I am in really accentuates how Ive felt many times over the season. Did I always think this team had the talent to win? Absolutely, look at the roster. Yet did I scratch my head as a baseball "novice" compared to those in charge of these games(who I figured to be more in touch with the game than myself) countless times throughout the year? FUCKYAW!
Then when they seem to be primed for the playoffs, from top to bottom, we revert back to our old ways of poor decisions and pure disillusion of what is going on around us. It was exasperating!
I was in the car driving for the first two dongs by the Rocks and JRolls so when I was parked for the first time I was at peace. I knew that big Frank was not shutting us down. I continued watching through Jimmy's go ahead triple with my 6'7" little brother and his friends and made it home with a twelve pack of Bud Heavs to butt heads with this game alone.
Kyle Kendrick's MO throughout the year has been getting out of jams. Let this be known.
This Rockies squad can swat, its indisputable. You know that coming in. But when you consistently get out of tough situations, including the inning before, the trigger should not be pulled so quickly. In the 4th Kendrick had already battled his way to where he is at and after a SQUIB DRIBBLER by a pinch hitter loads the bases Im not taking him out. Im sorry Im not. He is not pitching great but his effort isnt screaming for a change. Chuck's asshole tightens and goes to Lohse, who has been good out of the pen in the last weekend. Gets the nip to a 1-2 count and is supposed to trow a high heater and throws it to the one spot that the purple gloved former Met jap can do damage. Second guessing begins.
This is still the 4th by the way and we've put 3 tallies on the board tru chree. This game is by no means over. But there is still a new pitcher and we have just lost the lead, youd think we would see some pitches. Nope. Two outs on three pitches. Undisciplined, unprofessional at bats ensue to end a painful inning. Im trying to shake off badgered texts from the Daigo at this point while attempting to decipher if Im watching a Major League team or not. Beers continue to flow.
The hurt doesnt stop because Chuckie hits MICHAEL BOURN for Lohse, thinking he may spark something, and that turns into a quick 1-2-3 inning. Why hit for a pitcher who just found a groove with a guy who cant do anything and follow it with an appearance by the closer formerly known as Jose Mesa? Cant throw strikes and when it does its titted. Can I please control the personnel of this team? PLEASE?!?!?!??? Im about 7 into my 12 sack in an hour at this point.
I dont even want to talk about the 6th because I may vomit. Lets just say, the middle of our pen was a microcosm of what happened throughout the season. Cant get ahead, cant locate, cant make pitches. I was drinking beers at an astonomical rate during the 6th in hope to put myself into a coma that would eventually end with me waking up in the top of the actual 6th inning down 1 with John Taylor on the mound. Thats how bad it was. It was unwatchable.
Howard hits a dong, while im smoking a cig clearly, and thats about it for a while. Then I realize that so much of my confidence in the Phillies relies on the home run. Its insane. I found myself, as a self-proclaimed pretty intelligent baseball mind, thinking like I was in the 4th quarter of a football game trying to get a cover. "Alright if he gets on, steals second, wild pitch, walk, single, dong, and we are right back in it!" Terrible way to think.
Then it happened again, we load the bases in the 8th and Im resting my hopes on a Carlos Ruiz bases clearing double at least. He grounds a 2-1 fastball to short to punish me for my optimistic outlook.
When it comes down to it, we coached our way out of that game. If Kendrick gives up the salami, no actual baseball fan says you shouldve taken him out. Charlie fed into his counterpart's move to take out his young pitcher and went to his weak long relief. Lohse has been good outta the pen, but I honestly dont think he was even envisioning coming in there. He settled after the kamakzi's granny, but, fuck, who cares then.
So many what if's reside in baseball and today was another game full of them.
The Phils back's arent against the wall, they are implanted in the wall. If they win Game 3, Cole HAS to go Game 4 and try to let your fans will you to a win in Game 5.
I ended up roping 10 beers from inning 3 to 9 and will continue drinking throughout this Yankee game with whatever is around this house. I just cant believe that we lost two games at home. I, in no way, think this Rockies team is that much better than the Phils. I dont care about that momentum bullshit, the Phils didnt exactly back into the playoffs. The drunk did a better job of managing his team and their pen has been pretty much lights out (MVP of the series goes to their pen right now). The Portugal native Fuentes tried to make it interesting but we couldnt capatilize.
Lets Go Tribe. Phils need a day off to regroup. Gonna be a stiff mountain to climb. Gotta do it on the field.
I prolly forgot a ton of shit I was bottling up during the game but I got fucked up so it is what it is.
CC is currently dominating. Fuckyaw!
Tryin to Believe,
Daa Govna
Look at Ian's Little Guys
Just wanted to make sure you all could remember how sweet college was...
Hey little guys...Ian, ur lucky mine werent out yet...they would have dwarfed those little pebbles...
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