9/09/2005
Quick Toughts: Weekend Round Up
Summer's dwindlin' down, folks. Get out there and enjoy your weekend! Or stay in and nurse that wicked hangover of yours (Half a bottle of Goldschlager, a four pack of B to the e, six shots of gin with a potato soup and vodka chaser, and 7 Hamms? What were you thinking last night?)
Some things to get you through your day:
If Jeff Suppan = Tylenol PM, Steve Traschel might as well = NyQuil.
This is quite a lethal combination. The outcome of this game (which may very well take 7 hours to complete) will likely be determined by which ever team's defense does not literally fall asleep while on the field.
This has "Most Boring Baseball Game Ever Played" written all over it.
Alas, ce la vi.
And, cheers, because I guess I'll just have to drink a shit load of free booze and entertain myself. *sigh*
Some things to get you through your day:
- As the days are getting shorter, it is indeed a great time to reflect upon oneself. Ambitions. Accomplishments. Goals and dreams. Fake iPod playlists. (as an aside - I love yard work. These people are creative geniuses.)
- A little piece of advice for Saturday afternoon: Make yourself a nice, strong, tall Bloody Mary, cook up some hot wings, and get your ass glued to the couch. This might be the best day for College Football all year.
- How did I not think to write this list? Everything makes perfect sense to me now. (one more aside - I love McSweeney's, too. I love everything about it. I also love poetry, and a glass of scotch, and, of course, my friend Baxter here.)
- I know this has been floating around for awhile now, and I have forwarded it to about 85% of Internet users, but...this is the greatest thing ever. EVER! (from my buddy Nate, "I can't beat the burger. Why does his spray look like fart spray, do cheeseburgers smell bad?")
Through people I have known, loved, and feared over the years, I have acquired tickets to attend a Cardinals game on Saturday. But, you see, this is no ordinary game. I will not be sitting in my usual spots (ie., either in the bleachers or unbelievably high up in the upper deck.) No sir. I will be in a luxury box, with my nose turned upwards in disgust at the masses below.
Commoners. Degenerates. Ham-and-eggers.
However, there is one problem. The pitching match up: Jeff Suppan v. Steve Traschel.If Jeff Suppan = Tylenol PM, Steve Traschel might as well = NyQuil.
This is quite a lethal combination. The outcome of this game (which may very well take 7 hours to complete) will likely be determined by which ever team's defense does not literally fall asleep while on the field.
This has "Most Boring Baseball Game Ever Played" written all over it.
Alas, ce la vi.
And, cheers, because I guess I'll just have to drink a shit load of free booze and entertain myself. *sigh*
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Dang smart Canadians.
Thanks, dude. I did a google search to find the correct spelling, but nothing was out there.
Now we know...and knowings half the battle.
Thanks, dude. I did a google search to find the correct spelling, but nothing was out there.
Now we know...and knowings half the battle.
why does al fritz have an effing website. i just wasted 3 minutes of my life and i'll never get it back. by the way i beat the eff out of that frusion game, i rule.
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