Archive for October, 2007



23
Oct

A shotgun blast

(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!!!

21
Oct

A valuable lesson was learned this morning

2doh was acting particularly irritable and insolent this morning.

She found an unopened bag of pumpkin spice coffee in the pantry, brought it out and said “Mommy!  Open!”  And she said it, and said it, and said it about sixty one gajillion times.  Then, she asked ME about sixty one gajillion “Daddy!! Open!!”

We both kept saying no and that it was coffee.  But 2doh kept insisting and screaming and crying and generally being 2doh.

So I got up, took the bag to the kitchen, cut the top off of it, got a spoon, took about a pinch on the end of the spoon and gave it to 2doh.

Her reaction?  Priceless.

Picture Tom Hanks after the caviar incident in the movie “Big.”  And the more she tried to drink juice to wash it away, the worse it got.

I finally took a paper towell and scraped most of it off her tongue, smiled and went back to the den and sat down, and felt just one thing:

Completely satisfied.

20
Oct

A conversation from this morning

I advised 1doh that, if she had any intention of using the downstairs restroom, she had best use it quickly, as I was planning to render said restroom unusable for the foreseeable future.

Her response?

1doh:  “Daddy.  Can I see your poopies when you’re done?”

Me:  “Ummm…no.  I don’t think so.”

her: “Please?  How about after you’re done and pull up your pants?”

Me:  “Ummm…no baby.  I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

And they say that boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails.

18
Oct

So today, a white guy in my office just told me that Michael Vick was the victim of a conspiracy.

Now, it doesn’t really matter that he’s white.  He’s from Surrey County Virginia and apparently was tangentially associated with Vick, Allen Iverson (AI to him) and Marcus Vick as well.

The reason I mention it is that we were having a grown up discussion, and then he drops the “If Michael wasn’t a rich black athlete, they’d never have served that warrant.” 

I turned around and looked behind him to see if Al Sharpton or Jesse Jackson had one  of their hands up his ass  pulling the string to make his mouth move.

Then he went on to say, “If I won 100 Million dollars in the lottery and gave some to my cousin, and that cousin went out and bought drugs with that money, should they be able to prosecute me?”

He also said that there were “no credible witnesses that could tie Vick to the dogfighting operation.”  I am assuming he meant besides the people that sold him the house, the myriad people that admitted to being there with him, betting with him, seeing him there for years and often, and ultimately going to jail for said things.

Now, after I avoided choking on my tongue and remembering I was at work, I said “Ray Buchanan (former pro-bowl cornerback and Falcon teammate) said Vick had been into dogfighting for years and that he (Ray) had known about it for at least six years.”

My co-worker’s reply?

“Ray’s not credible.  He got busted trying to pick up a hooker the night before the SuperBowl.”

“Um…no.  Not at all.  That was actually Eugene Robinson, whom the Falcons got that year.  And he was a safety.”

His rebuttal?  “Yeah, well earlier this year Ray got busted writing bad checks.”

Sigh.

Then I mentioned that Vick plead out, which means you plead to the least amount of bad stuff you think they’ll accept.  No one pleads to MORE than what they are guilty of.  Although I wouldn’t put it past MENSA-applicant Michael “don’t call me Ron Mexico” Vick.

I saw plenty of completely ignorant people of color as well as ignorant white people on television during the Mike Vick story, and there was plenty of dumbassery to go around.  There’s always some knucklehead or group of knuckleheads (aka the NAACP) that will scream conspiracy or use the SODDI defense.  That’s the “some other dude did it” defense.

I imagine that my co-worker also feels that another semi-famous, certainly wealthy black man from around that area was prosecuted unfairly.

You might remember that grainy FBI surveillance tape where many time loser and race pimp Marion Berry was in a hotel room with a hooker that was not his wife and is actually on tape smoking cocaine, and the best defense he could muster was “THE BITCH SET ME UP!!”

Mike wasn’t investigated, indicted, prosecuted and convicted because he was a successful and rich black athlete.  He was prosecuted and convicted for the same reasons that many other folks far less rich, famous and black than him are:

He was stupid.

He believed he was above the law.

He believed he was invincible.

Oh, and he was incredibly, amazingly, astonishingly stupid.

Ultimately, being stupid gets far more people convicted than being famous, rich or black does.  Want proof?  Go find out how many MENSA members are in our nation’s penitentiaries. 

My guess?  It ain’t many.

17
Oct

In the interest of my own amusement

I started this blog more as a writing exercise than anything. Then I used it to write about racing, leading me down the path to doing some semi-published racing stuff. Then I used it to rant about sports and first grade level politics (since I’m WAY too stupid for a person my age on the issues of the economy radical islamists taking over the western world, Bill O’Reilly being 150% full of shit, etc).

Then I spent a period writing with two things in mind:

a) try not to really hurt anyone’s feelings that I know.

2) make sure I write thinking “Will the seven people that read this be entertained?”

Well those are two pretty poor reasons to write. Not that I’m gonna go out looking to hurt people’s feelings like Homer did on his website sneaking around and telling everyone in towns’ secrets. But I’d like to get back to my free-form rant writing that made me happy and let a little steam off from time to time, all the while allowing me to continue believing that I am, in fact, superior to most people (I am by the way).

So in that vein, I will now discuss a few sporting items.

Watching the Yankees spend nearly 300 million in payroll and get waxed by the Indians was almost too joyous to imagine. Obviously, the best thing would have been for them to lay down and miss the playoffs altogether. Losing the division like they did was nice, but it could have been better.

Knowing that George Steinbrenner is sitting in a bathrobe somewhere crazy as a shithouse rat screaming at no one in particular about firing the manager that has taken the team to the post-season 12 straight times makes me giddy.

And for you Yankee fans that want Torre fired. That’s fine, but you get what you deserve. I always ask the following question when it comes to coaches and their terminations:

Who are you gonna get that’s better than who you have now?

So I ask you, oh kings of the fan bandwagon, who’s it gonna be? Mattingly? Please. He’d shit a moustache and sideburns under the pressure of managing in New York.

Are you gonna go out and hire Tony LaRussa? Lou Pinella? Willie Randolph?

Of course you aren’t. So sit down, shut up, and take it like the man you aren’t.

One more thing on the Yankees:

CLAP CLAP

CLAP CLAP CLAP

YEAR TWO THOUSAND!

Second up on the hit parade today, my beloved Red Sox. What happened? This team literally aged fifty years over the last three days and suddenly look old and, more importantly, tight.

The Indians are up 3-1 and look like the 2004 Sox, so I say it’s there’s to lose (obviously). I said that after game two as well though. I guess Sox fans will have to just remember how great it was in 2004 when they shut Joe Buck and Tim McCarver and John Mellencamp out of their collective consciousness until next spring.

And the one that matters most to me right now: Auburn at LSU Saturday night at 9pm.

Auburn lost to South Florida (WHO?!?) and that team is now number two in the nation. They lost to Mississippi State (WHO?!?) who is…well, Mississippi State.

But then Auburn went on the road and beat Florida (for the second year in a row) and Arkansas who, while they suck, still play tough at home and always give Auburn fits.

So we turn to Saturday night. Arguably the most hostile environment for visiting teams in all the land. This is like going into the Orange Bowl to play the Miami Hurriconvicts in the 80’s. Imagine over a hundred thousand cajuns spending twelve hours pregaming and getting hammered waiting to scare all the Auburn folks half to death.

Let’s break this down scientifically and see where we stand.

Quarterback: LSU could start Mia Hamm at quarterback and be better off than we are with Brandon Cox. I appreciate what Brandon’s done for Auburn, but he’s not the answer and he’s not the future. Though I will sing his praises if he wins. Advantage LSU

Running Back: tough call here. LSU has good backs, but Brad Lester has that intangible “something” that makes things happen. Advantage Auburn. Barely.

Tight End: Here’s another place that both schools always do well.  LSU always has some white guy wearing number 47 and he just tears up the middle of the field.  Our tight ends change numbers, but do much the same thing.  Look to see Tommy Trott rumbling down the hash marks like a sped at least twice.  Advantage none.

Wide receivers:  Ugh.  We’re not bad enough off here, but LSU gets back Early Ducette, by far their best wideout.  Advantage LSU.  Big time. 

Defense:  While Auburn is good and is always good, this LSU team is special.  They have one of the best defenses I’ve seen in many years.  Advantage: LSU 

Special teams:  The Bayou Bengals have never been great at special teams, and this is a part of the game that Auburn is traditionally very good at.  Add in a kicker that’s a true freshman who has won two games on the road (and beat Florida TWICE in one night), and I’d say Auburn has a slight edge.  Advantage Auburn 

Coaching:  While Les Miles is a great coach and Tuberville will never live down the “Mississippi Riverboat Gambler” moniker that haunts him worse than Bobby Lowder, he has turned into a shrewd and good tactician.  Combine that with the fact that Miles is starting to crack under the pressure after losing to Kentucky (KENTUCKY?  WTF??), and I think I’ll take Tuberville by a scoche. Advantage Auburn.

Intangibles:  Noise, hearing about the earthquake game, the fire game, hopefully the four interceptions for touchdowns game, the weather, the crowd, preperation:  I’ll give this to LSU.

I think we will lose.  We should lose.  Then again, we should have lost in Gainesville.  Tuberville has a knack for getting his teams ready for big road games and there are none bigger than this one.  Auburn is tied for the SEC West lead and controls their own destiny.  A win Saturday puts them in the driver’s seat.

Auburn 13 - LSU 10.

War Eagle.

Oh, and Notre Dame lost again, bringing their record to an impressive 1-6.  Their on the hook to pay their coach 40 million over ten years, and he might not live thru the season.  He’s had gastric bypass that led to a lawsuit, he has a high stress job, and he’s fatter than ten Subway Jareds.  They still have to play USC and Stanford (a team that BEAT USC AT HOME), so I look for this team to lose at least two more games making me the happiest I’ve been in the fall in a long time.  I believe that my heart condition was discovered and corrected just so I could live long enough to point at Notre Dame people and laugh this year.

Well, and to be alive for the birth of my second child, etc.




 

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