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Thursday, June 28, 2007
Thank you for blessing us with the savior that will lead us to the promised land a.k.a. one Kevin Wayne Durant.
As you have seen, we've been without a Hall of Fame player for sometime since the last two left us without delivering on the expectation of a NBA title.
Since they left, we've been with some mostly good players, one great (in Ray Allen), one memorable season (the 2004-05 season that could have seen us play for a Western Conference title had Potapenko played better D on Duncan in the final minute) and a whole lot of frustration.
Ever since Clay Bennett came on board, it seems likely we'll lose the only team that's won a professional men's title in this area (if you don't count the first winner of the Stanley Cup back in 19-aught-17.)
But now, we have a man-child (he turns 19 September 29th!) that is ready to take us back to the heyday when they packed the Key with no problems and Kevin Calabro would shout to the high heavens whenever Kemp dunked to and fro.
I don't know why we got this wondrous gift from you - only that we offer our thanks and hope we can save our beloved Sonics lest Durant and the rest are forced to wander the outlands of Oklahoma much like another highly prophetic man.
So let us bask in the glory that is Durant instead of wondering why we now have several forwards when we should have a center/probably a better guard than Ridnour or Watson.
And let us come forth in support of our team lest they be lost forever.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Wow. I am super hammered right now.
Thank God I didn't have to work today or otherwise...whew. Work has made me its bitch as of late.
Congrats to the Colts for the win. I'd never thought I'd live to see the day when Peyton Manning has a ring. Let the blowjobs commence!
Rob T I love you maaaan!
THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Well, it was a tough loss, but we still gave them hell.
There were too many mistakes from Hass, but he still made some good throws. These people trying to throw him under the bus need to eat a goddamn dick.
RIP to the Chargers and Eagles chances.
We'll see how things go next year.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
wow.
WOW.
OMG holy fucking shitballs WOW.
I'm still wondering how--in the bluest of blue hells--did we win that game.
It shouldn't have come to that, of course, but when these two teams have gotten together the last two years, they have been wild ones -- 2004's debacle or 2005's fantastic finish
This time, it was the rubber match in the playoffs and it all came down to a field goal that was practically a gimmie, as the distance was shorter than a extra point.
I was thinking that Gramatica would miss since he's not that great of a kicker but then Romo does his thing and I lost my mind for about five minutes.
Probably the craziest win I've ever seen -- even crazier than the Giants game -- but a win that myself and a lot of other folks are gonna remember for a while.
Tony Romo, hold ya head kid, 'cause you might get shot.
Fun links are here, here, here, here, and the hot chick link du jour is here. (NSFW, of course.)
Until next time, laces out and don't get caugth slippin.'
Saturday, January 06, 2007
More like TONY HOMO AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
OWNED!!!!
SEAHAWKS BITCHES!!!!
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
This was one of those era-defining games.
Both teams made game changing plays when they absolutely needed them to (credit to OU for coming back from a 28-10 deficit), a packed house with actual fans and not VPs of some bank company chilling with their co-workers (wow are Cardinal fans wishing they had a team like that) and the trick plays. Oh my Lord, the trick plays were tremendous.
I could watch that hook and ladder on fourth and 18 forever and ever.
Every Day Should Be Saturday (a must read for any college football fan) sums it up with sheer brilliance. Nearly every columnist in the country wishes they could write like this:
Attempt to sift what didn’t happen in the Fiesta Bowl last night from what did in the following paragraphs, and you lose. Boise won’t compete for four quarters. Boise won’t be able to stop Adrian Peterson. Boise would keep pace admirably with Oklahoma in almost serene fashion, running identical gameplans to the Sooners until the mad flurry of mistakes, trick plays, and outright madness that would end the game. Paul Thompson would turn in a maddening performance, doing as much harm as good by throwing three interceptions after posting a tidy 20 tds and 8 ints on the year. A walk-on wide receiver would throw the winning touchdown for the team just over a decade into their D-1 existence. The running back for Team Underdog would propose to his girlfriend immediately after the game and on camera, thus ensuring he would miss out on the most freewheeling and satisfying years of NFL/Arena League bonus-fueled sexual conquest he would know.
Fox could have thrown in anything and we would have believed. Jared Zabransky’s alcoholic father cleaning up, working as the equipment manager, and then tearfully embracing him on the sidelines. An inspiring and hopelessly retarded ballboy. A walk-on whose whole dream had been to play Boise State football who finally got the chance to throw the winning TD (scratch that–actually happened.) We half-expected Zabransky to reveal that pregame, he and his crew of motley misfits had also exploded the planet-killing asteroid menacing earth, and that you were all very welcome, though Dan Hawkins had been killed in the process, and we should really, really think about that before the guitar solo takes us to the credits.
Awesome. I don't think we could ask for a better game if we lived to a 1000.I finally get a chance to come back and update this damn thing, as work has been a beast lately, but I did get a slight break over Christmas and New Year's.
Naturally, I celebrated by not doing a damn thing, save for Christmas shopping, hanging with my family and getting hammered on New Year's.
So, with 2006 out of the way (and a pretty good year at that for myself, which was cool) the usual end of the year post:
Best song I downloaded this year: Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy," or "Welcome To The Black Parade" (the best Queen rip-off yet) or "The Champ" (which was my ringtone for a good part of the year) or the "One Blood" remix.
My favorite new toy: Video On Demand. Awwwwwesome.
Favorite word or phrase of 2006: HELL 2 DA NAW!
Best James Brown song: Gotta be "Sex Machine." Rest in peace, brother. We'll be dancing to your jams all the way to the grave.
Best movie moment of the year: Probably when Juicy J paid $200 to Dave England to eat shit in "Jackass Two." Swallow it, nigga!
Saddest celebrity breakup: Britney and K-Fed. I cried. But not really. I just chuckled to myself. Then I went to get a beer and look at the 2400 different pics of her with no panties on.
Man crush of the year: Josh F'N Brown.
Who else?
Obsession of the year: Searching for some dope shirts that you can find only in specialty stores where they have actual clothing labels.
Por ejemplo:
If you know "NY State Of Mind" then you've got one of the best shirts EVER.
Biggest disappointment of the year: Being diagnosed with diabetes and Super Bowl XL. If I see Jerome Bettis in my life, I will kick his ass.
Best TV moment of the year: Gotta be the NFC Championship game.
Trend I'm most sick of:Myspace. But I'll probably succumb and get one eventually.
Rock star moment of the year:Not much to go on, so I'll select when I got blitzed after the WSU-Cal game on screwdrivers and Jager, yet still managed to walk back to where I was staying and get into bed AND without puking. Woohoo.
Britney, Paris, or Lindsay?:Uh...damn. Uh... can I get back to you on that one?
Biggest time-suck:The computer. Work or home, I cannot escape its bright glow.
Favorite sign of the apocalypse:
How some people still think the war is a good idea. Tell that to the 3,000 US soldiers and the many more Iraqis that are gone.
Most expensive purchase:Probably rent. But it's worth it. :)
Ambition for 2007: Good question. I guess I'll figure it out as the year comes.
I know one thing: I'll have to update on this here blog more.
And on that note, I bid you good day, sir. Shoutout to all the peeps.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
You can KISS MY ASS.