(Avitable, you can just scroll on down until you get to the row of asterisks. This part isn’t for you).
Before we get started, I am going to say this one time and we’ll be done with it forever.
HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU LET A GUY GET PAST THE GOAL LINE ON A PASS ROUTE WITH ONE SECOND TO GO?!?!?!
Seriously. Why doesn’t a coach say “Just pull the fucker down. We are NOT getting beat like that. It’s not like they’re gonna put time back on the clock.”
And for the record, I was blissfully asleep and unaware when LSU scored with one second to go to beat Auburn. Otherwise, I’d still be vomiting.
Since they came back from down three games to none in 2004, it is almost anticlimactic that the Boston Red Sox stood up and overcame a 3-1 deficit to beat the Cleveland Indians.
Now Boston, whose bats have come alive, get to face three guys who haven’t been in the bigs for a month, and they get to do it in a park where Ozzie Smith would have hit forty home runs? YAY!
I’ve been meaning to ask for some time now, and one way or another I want an answer. Is it “pit road” or “pit row?” I am finding that the terms seem to be treated as interchangeable, and I don’t think they are. I am thinking that the pit stalls themselves are “pit row,” while the paved area the drivers leave the track for to get to their pit stall is pit road. Either way, I’m needing an answer.
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Today was a good day at my Google home page. I have the Joke 0′ the Day add-in, and today’s entry was one of my two favorite jokes in the entire world. Here it is:
“Bartender, gimme ‘nother drink, says a very drunk man.
Sorry sir,” replies the bartender. “I have to cut you off.”
“Just gimme another drink.”
“O.K. I”ll make a deal with you. I”ll give you another drink and call you a cab. When the cab comes, regardless of whether you”re done or not you have to go.”
“Thass a good deal,” the drunk says. He gets his drink and immediately pukes all over his own shirt. “Oh shit, what am I gonna do now? My wife’s gonna kill me.”
“Relax,” the bartender says, “give me a five-dollar bill.” The bartender folds up the bill and puts it in the guy’’s shirt pocket. “When you get home, tell your wife you were in the bar and some drunk puked on you and gave you five bucks to have your shirt cleaned.”
Thass a great idea!”
Then the drunk gets home his wife answers the door. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? LOOK AT YOUR SHIRT! WHAT HAPPENED?”
He tried to put on his most sober voice and said, “Relaaaax honey, some drunk guy puked on me and gave me five bucks to have my shirt cleaned.”
The drunk’s wife reaches in his pocket, grabs the money, and says, “THERE’S TEN BUCKS HERE!”
“Oh yeah, he shit in my pants, too.”
zing!!!
What say you?