...randomness surrounding Guided by Voices, Robert Pollard, and other great indie rock bands; a quasi objective look at "my" sporting teams; the random horror film; plus other crap as we see fit...all with a Pittsburgh based feel.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I want to be the first kid on my block with a Superbowl Ring

And I will be.  After I steal Tirpak's.  He'll never see it coming.  We bury the Cardinal.  Tirpak gets his ring.  We drink together.  I get him all boozed up.  I'll throw on Shockwaves, which will surely put him to sleep.  KABLAMMY!  Superbowl ring I snag, right underneath his nose.  He'll never see it coming.

**Note for the EC archives: I believe that's the first "KABLAMMY" written on these pages.  Search it.

The initial reason for this post was to keep with the NY resolution of "a post a day."  See, technically, while all you wanker mainlanders are already on Wednesday, we tan island folk are still sipping $3 Mai Tai's, rawkin the iPod (np: Beat Happening on shuffle), and enjoying paradise.  The Hawaiian people have a name for all of you...it's "Wanker Mainlanders."

But my new partner picked me up!  That crazy bastard!  No worries, as the resolution lives on!  But to the point of this post (To the Path!!!):

Now that Willis McGahee is out of the hospital, and appears to be OK, can we all let it out now and laugh hysterically like we all wanted to when he got his face planted?  SURE!  Laugh people!!!!!!!! The Baltimore Dopes who talk about placing bounties on people got their collective tits punched in.  The little boy who likes to run his mouth got his face slapped.  Ray Ray was almost in tears.  THAT, was funny.  Watch it...



Bounty Collected: Ryan Clark.  Willis gets a nice new pair of sausage tits.

Don't let the score fool you. This game was never as close as it appeared. The "Gain 100 Yds. a Game and Pray for Miracles" game plan will obviously not be the new copycat strategy of the NFL next year. It won't become the next "West Coast Offense" or "Zone Blitz." The Ravens got their dicks punched into the dirt, for the 3rd time this year. Go ahead, laugh. It's easy to dislike these clowns...



Bounty Collected: Limas Sweed.  Cory Ivy...how does your new pair of liver boobs feel?

See, people.  The moral of the story is this: talk is cheap (Derek Mason).

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Now that i have been in the south for a few years i am picking up some good lingo...

they did not wait to hear that mcgahee was okay, the laughing at him started immediately on the talk radio.

the term used over and over again was, he got "roached" ... hit so hard he looked like a dead roach with his arms and legs just sticking up the air...

you can now use the term "roached" when you see someone like willis get his shit pushed in.