Wow, this weight-loss thing is easy -- a shake for breakfast, a shake for lunch, a sensible dinner, 60 beers while watching playoff baseball, and a 700-calorie carne asada burrito for a nightcap -- the pounds are melting away.
Topic 1 -- Accidental Red Sox fans
I know we all hate the Yankees (especially Wittmer), but come on. Last night, the Pacific Ocean may as well have been the Charles River west. One of two things have happened: (1) the entire City of Boston moved to San Diego for game 7 of the Sox-Yanks series, or (2) the entire City of San Diego went Jamiyl and jumped on the Sox bandwagon faster than Lemoine onto a burrito. Indulge me, and let's say it's the second.
It escapes me how people who don't give a shit about a team one week can be cheering "who's your poppy (apologies to Sox fans -- I've learned it's actually "Papi")" at Moondoggies the next. Do I hate the Yankees, yes. Did I enjoy seeing the Yankees lose and am I happy the Sox beat them, yes. Does my hometown squad dominate them, yes (we're 1-0 in World Series against them, and if you really think about it, us beating Rivera in 2001's game 7 really started the crumbling of the Yankee empire, not this). However, I also love the fact that sports have fans. True Bostonians who have sufferred the Yankees for generations are one of the great groups of fans in sports. But if everyone can just become any team's fan at any time, being a fan means nothing. It's like that girl (we all know one) who says that she is "best friends" with everyone -- it takes a meaningful statement and makes is meaningless -- if you jump on every bandwagon, you're really a fan of nothing. Such a Jamiylistic sports world one in which I don't want to live (Jamiyl, by the way, is apparently a USC fan now -- it's uncanny how all of his squads seem to be putting it together this year).
Topic 2 -- Tecmo Bowl
First of all, Chuck Long is better than Everett, who is garbage. Second of all, my best defensive player is Stram. It's amazing I'm even in the hunt (playoffs? playoffs? -- yes I snuck in due to the Redskins 24-20 final game choke against the mighty Eagles -- 9-7 is good enough this year). Consigliari, it's odd that you "randomly" ended up with the second-best team in the division. You have Andre Rison, and Deion can cover the whole field by himself -- you're good because your team is good (and your entire childhood was apparently spent in front of a Nintendo-equipped TV).
Topic 3 -- My dream come true (LIKE MOST OF MY DREAMS, THIS ONE WILL NEVER HAPPEN -- HOWEVER, I'LL LEAVE IT UP FOR HISTORICAL VALUE)
Game 7, Astros-Red Sox world series. Bottom of the Ninth at Fenway, Astros up 6-0. On the hill, Roger Clemens, throwing a perfect game -- the third out is recorded, AND THE CURSE OF THE ROCKET BEGINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FYI SMP....Papi = Daddy and Poppy = seeds.
Also, it seems that you are bitter getting crushed by Consigliari's team in Tecmo. I must say, in his defense that he would most likely beat you with a mediocre team as well. Knowing Worm as I do, I can verify that as a youngster, he did not have a whole lot to do besides fine tune his craft of playing nintendo. I suggest you challenge him to a game of crapasses and see who is victorious.
Um, just for the record: I am good at everything. It's quite the phenomenon.
First -- Thank you for your Papi / Poppy correction -- you have too much time on your hands if you're searching blogs to correct spelling of gay nicknames -- Cowboy Up
Second -- Yes, I am bitter that TJ's Tecmo squad habitualy destroys me, and yes, he would kill me regardless of who his squad was. I open the playoffs against Anderson's Bears squad, so fortunately I will lose by 50-200 and I won't have to play Worm's juggernaut again in round II of the playoffs.
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