"Break, if you like the sound. If it gets you up. If it brings you down."
G'Day Bloggers!
Not sure if any of you were still wondering, but reports say Chick Lennon is still sproutin' wood.
You know, the more I think about this, the worse I feel for ol' Chickey Baby.
I mean, think about it. If Chick has a boner all the time, how does he know when he's really into a lady? Just from my personal experience, I can say Angelina gets little more than a twitch from me, but for some reason Courtney Love has me comin' to attention like I just joined the Marines.
But Chick...man bro gets the same reaction lookin' at Jessica Biel as he does lookin' at Jessica Tandy! That's fucked up yo.
Anyway, thought you might be interested in hearing I've just finished watching the first season of the Showtime series Weeds on DVD. It's pretty good. Mary-Louise Parker stars as Nancy Botwin, a recently widowed suburbanite who decides to make ends meet by peddling the marijuana to fellow urban sprawlers. It's pretty good. Funny for the most part, but at times also touching as Nancy is forced to balance dope running with raising two sons without a father figure in their lives, supporting a friend with breast cancer whose husband enjoys nailing the nubile tennis pro while her racket is stuck up his ass and at the same time dealing with the pain of losing the man she loved.
Follow all that? So that's available on Digital Versatile Disc. You should check it out.
Now on to the meat and potatoes of today's blog. It's possible you missed the significance, but yesterday marked the 25th anniversary of the abomination known as "the wave" becoming a fixture at American sporting events. Now the true origin of the wave is up for debate, but this date is without dispute. October 15, 1981 "Krazy" George Henderson inspired fans of the Oakland A's to join him in the choreographed mass cheer during an American League Championship Series game between the hometown A's and the New York Yankees. It was the first reported sighting of the wave at a Major League Baseball Game.
Since I personally hate the fucking wave and find anyone who participates therein to be totally ridiculous, this anniversary is for me the sports equivalent of July 16, 1945. For those unaware of the significance of said date....read a book, or Google or something.
The Wave is the worst thing to hit sports this side of the designated hitter. Yet it has become so ingrained in sports, particularly baseball, you actually have assholes who come to games just to do the wave. I'm sorry, but couldn't you have just stayed at home and allowed an actual fan to buy the seat your are now wasting because every 3 minutes you're standing to throw you hands in air...and wave 'em around like ya just don't care?
I don't exempt children either. If you kid can't watch the game, you either don't bring him/her or you invest in some friggin' Ritalin.
And there is not even an established ettiquette to the wave either. If you must do the wave, you never do it while your team has the ball or is at bat. You may not think you're hurting anything, but the first time I can scientifically draw a line from fans doing the wave to a home team committing a turnover or a batter striking out....I'm going postal on some attention-span lacking motherfuckers.
Thunderstix? I don't personally care for them, but I have no real problem with fans banging away with them. Rally Monkey? Strange...but kinda cute. Tomahawk Chop? Well, there's a few cultural areas we're entering into there, but now isn't the time to debate that. Even choreographed chanting is fine...but please God....don't do the wave.
I was going to write more, but I'm just too upset right now.
I would like to say I went climbing a few times today. The Lovely Brook and I live on the second floor of our building, so today I tackled a class 10-step staircase several times over. It was tough at first, but I think my lead hand and foot are much stronger for the effort. Tomorrow I'm thinking of parking on the top floor of a garage and attacking one of those monster 100-step climbs. The whippers might be bad, but I'm confident with my holds. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can clear the deck on one of those babies. Yeah...feelin' good. Might even park in the Red level. You know, see where I'm at as a climber.
Later guys and gals.
JeffRey
Not sure if any of you were still wondering, but reports say Chick Lennon is still sproutin' wood.
You know, the more I think about this, the worse I feel for ol' Chickey Baby.
I mean, think about it. If Chick has a boner all the time, how does he know when he's really into a lady? Just from my personal experience, I can say Angelina gets little more than a twitch from me, but for some reason Courtney Love has me comin' to attention like I just joined the Marines.
But Chick...man bro gets the same reaction lookin' at Jessica Biel as he does lookin' at Jessica Tandy! That's fucked up yo.
Anyway, thought you might be interested in hearing I've just finished watching the first season of the Showtime series Weeds on DVD. It's pretty good. Mary-Louise Parker stars as Nancy Botwin, a recently widowed suburbanite who decides to make ends meet by peddling the marijuana to fellow urban sprawlers. It's pretty good. Funny for the most part, but at times also touching as Nancy is forced to balance dope running with raising two sons without a father figure in their lives, supporting a friend with breast cancer whose husband enjoys nailing the nubile tennis pro while her racket is stuck up his ass and at the same time dealing with the pain of losing the man she loved.
Follow all that? So that's available on Digital Versatile Disc. You should check it out.
Now on to the meat and potatoes of today's blog. It's possible you missed the significance, but yesterday marked the 25th anniversary of the abomination known as "the wave" becoming a fixture at American sporting events. Now the true origin of the wave is up for debate, but this date is without dispute. October 15, 1981 "Krazy" George Henderson inspired fans of the Oakland A's to join him in the choreographed mass cheer during an American League Championship Series game between the hometown A's and the New York Yankees. It was the first reported sighting of the wave at a Major League Baseball Game.
Since I personally hate the fucking wave and find anyone who participates therein to be totally ridiculous, this anniversary is for me the sports equivalent of July 16, 1945. For those unaware of the significance of said date....read a book, or Google or something.
The Wave is the worst thing to hit sports this side of the designated hitter. Yet it has become so ingrained in sports, particularly baseball, you actually have assholes who come to games just to do the wave. I'm sorry, but couldn't you have just stayed at home and allowed an actual fan to buy the seat your are now wasting because every 3 minutes you're standing to throw you hands in air...and wave 'em around like ya just don't care?
I don't exempt children either. If you kid can't watch the game, you either don't bring him/her or you invest in some friggin' Ritalin.
And there is not even an established ettiquette to the wave either. If you must do the wave, you never do it while your team has the ball or is at bat. You may not think you're hurting anything, but the first time I can scientifically draw a line from fans doing the wave to a home team committing a turnover or a batter striking out....I'm going postal on some attention-span lacking motherfuckers.
Thunderstix? I don't personally care for them, but I have no real problem with fans banging away with them. Rally Monkey? Strange...but kinda cute. Tomahawk Chop? Well, there's a few cultural areas we're entering into there, but now isn't the time to debate that. Even choreographed chanting is fine...but please God....don't do the wave.
I was going to write more, but I'm just too upset right now.
I would like to say I went climbing a few times today. The Lovely Brook and I live on the second floor of our building, so today I tackled a class 10-step staircase several times over. It was tough at first, but I think my lead hand and foot are much stronger for the effort. Tomorrow I'm thinking of parking on the top floor of a garage and attacking one of those monster 100-step climbs. The whippers might be bad, but I'm confident with my holds. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can clear the deck on one of those babies. Yeah...feelin' good. Might even park in the Red level. You know, see where I'm at as a climber.
Later guys and gals.
JeffRey
posted by The Crazy Leftist at 5:11 PM
1 Comments:
Those stairs can be tricky climbs. Be careful not to blow a foothold or peal off....the fall could be a real ankle breaker. Especially if you're well above your last bolt. And if you're soloing the damn thing....well then, power to you brother.
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