Monday, October 16, 2006
  Not For Nothing, But...
...didn't this sort of activity get Mike Tyson into trouble a few years back?

Yes, if you've noticed, I've put a whole mess of posts up today.

Reason: it helps alleviate the boredom/angst as I sit here in limbo. Also, I can't possibly chew my fingers anymore. (that should answer any question as to whether I've "heard anything yet." it's been a year, what's another day, right grasshopper?)
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Tomorrow is Tuesday Matinee Day. I think I'll be taking in Jackass Two. Man of the Year is close second option. But I'd prefer to unwind with gratutitous smashes to the groin.
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Oh my...flipping through the radio...onto one of those crap "We play the hits from the 60's, 70's, 80's, and 90's..." stations with the nighttime show hosted by "Delilah."

Well, some 18 yr. old dude calls in with a request going out to his 13 yr. old girlfriend...Aerosmith's "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing," from that movie where Ben Affleck decides to fly the shampooing Space Shuttle into an asteroid that is about 2,000 times the size of Texas.

But let's not lose track of the point here, kids. 18 yr. old lad. 13 yr. old lass. Save for Bangkok, that's pretty shampoo illegal. Unless they're just drinking vanilla frappes and sharing the same, long strand of spaghetti akin to Lady & The Tramp.

But back to the ancillary point: can we get Affleck back in the Space Shuttle?
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"It's All Over Now Baby Blue" by Dylan is on WMVY, which still remains as the best damned terrestrial radio station in the country.
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Memo to the Fox Sports execs: Steve Lyons' crime is not ignorance or, worse, racism. It's stupidity. I listened to the comments over and over.

They weren't in poor taste. They were merely poor, well, use of the English language and basic logic. They made no sense.

So if you're going to fire him, make it for the right reason - ineptitude - and not for any perceived fiery racial overtones. Because Lyons couldn't come up with any if he tried.
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A-Rod to the White Sox sure does seem a bit more feasible now...
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Randy Moss a model citizen and New England Patriot? Oh lord.

As I was listening to WEEI today (more proof that TLBR needs me a jobby-job), one caller referred to Randy Moss as "a sinister Manny Ramirez." I liked that.

But if it does indeed come to fruition, I will take the same stance with Moss as I do with Ramirez: just perform (, baby). I don't care if you talk to the media. I don't care if star in the commercials. I don't care...as long as you do when you're in between those lines.

(my concern with Moss isn't his attitude, it's his aptitude...I don't think he can grasp the Patriots' offense...see also "Hays, Donald")
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Ken Macha got shitcanned today. Weird.

I wonder if he ends up on the Red Sox bench should Brad Mills depart...
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Are you on MySpace?

Because so is Throws Left, Bats Right!!!

Isn't that so awesome! Add me as a friend!

Here's my page: http://www.myspace.com/throwsleftbatsright

(seriously, I'm going to try this MySpace thing as a sort of experiment...so drop by and, I dunno, do whatever it is you do on MySpace...other than try to pick up 13 yr. olds...leave that to the folks on Delilah...)

yh&os,
 
Comments:
You are a ranchin idiot if you think Randy Moss can't pick up the Pats offense. Did you compare Donald Hays to Randy Moss?

Big mistake. Randy Moss is STILL the most talented WR in the game and if he is traded, whichever team he ends up on will win the Super Bowl.
 
I respectfully ranching disagree. Moss has not shown any penchant to learn any offensive scheme that is not based in "Ok Randy, go long and I'll throw it high..."

That's what the Vikings were, and what the Raiders could be if they had a quarterback.

Ok, it's 11:11 ESTT and after I touch red and make a wish, I'm gonna start preparing for that thing.
 
You know how I know your gay?

Because you are on MySpace.
 
You know how I know you're gay?

Because sometimes you straddle over grunting men.
 
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