So I walk into this place, and I have a look around. Technically, it's an "arts" studio. Now who the fuck knows what that term means these days? And when you are headed to an arts studio in order to see a band, well then things become even more muddled. I see people walking around with bottles of beer. And I'm not talking Bud Lights. I'm talking real beer. Heady beer. Whatever. The fact that there are alcoholic beverages present is a welcomed development.
Okay, so how do I get my hands wrapped around one of them?
Jables must be on the juice or something. And this competence will not stand, man. I mean you go out and don't even finish THE SHEET® until 10 minutes before kick-off and then have the nerve to pull down a 12-4 record? Pretty queer.
But not nearly as queer as your entries:
Panthers?
Colts?
Already one of the rules of THE SHEET® has been broken and this RECKLESSNESS WILL NOT STAND, MAN! I'm about to go all Goodell-style on y'all if this negligence continues, handing out suspensions and fines with the casual douchiness of a Massachusetts State Trooper.
b. Lee and Deucey are shooting Arthur Blanks at the moment, but that should change soon, at least for one of us. Ginge still has red hair even if he has one victory under his belt. So he's got that to contend with, and for the rest of his life.
Week 4 will be up shortly. Make sure this one stays clean this time, fellas. And by clean, I of course mean, carry on with such vulgarity that even Jables' prostitute mother would blush.
Theoren Fleury officially retired from the Calgary Flames and the NHL this morning. To be honest, I wasn't actually aware that he was officially not retired in the first place. If you told me that he retired 4 years ago, then I would have asked if you were sure it wasn't even longer ago.
Anyway, as a young bastard, Theo was one of my favorite non-Bruins in the entire game. Mostly because he was only 5'6 and gave me hope that even those of us who reside closer to the earth could still make it into the show. But it wasn't just Theo's inseam that made him so attractive as a player. He was a skilled goal scorer and play-maker, netting 455 goals over the course of his 15-year career in the NHL. In 1084 games played, Theo logged 1088 points in total. Meaning that he contributed in just about every game he ever played in. His best seasons were of course played with the Flames where in 1990, the Flames took home the Stanley Cup, and the following season ('90-'91) Fleury tallied 51 goals and 53 assists, maintaining a +/- of 48(!). And even in his twilight years as a journeyman, he still averaged well over 60 points per season.
But again, it wasn't just the numbers. Theo was a scrapster at the highest level. And I don't mean that in the same way that David Eckstein is scrappy. I mean that Fleury averaged over 100 PIM per season. He was brash, and although he would rarely drop the gloves due to his size, always had a way of getting under the skin of his opponents, one way or the other. He was clearly unliked in most NHL circles, but to me, as young prick myself, he had swagger and allure. And I loved it.
He also happens to be responsible for my favorite hockey clip of all-time. Enjoy.
In response to the ever-so rude, unprofessional, and uncalled-for barbs hurled by one Steve Berthaiume, and then only bolstered by my thuggish and brash colleague. I thought it would be a good idea to track the progress of the worst pitcher in Major League Baseball, by charting his statistics per start, until the 2009 Boston Red Sox are no more.
So here we go.
In 3 starts since returning from the DL, Daisuke has been putrid as ever. Nay! Stinky as ever:
Sure, Daisuke still allows lots of hits and too many walks. But, he has always been that way and he has made a living of escaping from jams. And if you review his clutch stats, you will see that Daisuke generally gets out of trouble when ever he finds himself in it.
Oh, and two of the three teams faced since his return will be potential/actual playoff opponents in a few shorts weeks.
One start does not slander erase. Nor, two. But what about three?
Great throw by my BFF. Sincerely, I mean it. Very poised, put it in a great spot.
But there's no fucking way it was better than Greg Lewis' catch. And this was after both Donald Driver AND Michael Jenkins' put forth potential "Catch of the Year" entries.
So to cameramen, analysts and pundits: Instead of zooming in on (and openly fellating) that aging, pathetic, "child-like" in his attention-whoring tendencies, smegma shooter...give some love to the man who had to go MAKE THE PLAY, instead of throwing it up and hoping for the best.
Otherwise, perhaps Kyle Orton is "worth every penny" too.
8:15: It's football night in America! Everybody in America is excited about it!
Ev-ry-bod-YYYYYY!!!
8:20: My eyes are still recovering from the assault port forth by the Seahawks uniform committee, but I think I can still go on. Yep, I think I've located the visual motion box that is my flat screen. So yeah, I should be able to go on.
