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03-15-2011, 04:14 PM
The Celtics suck.
I support the Jazz. John Stockton is a legend.
We need to punish the French, ignore the Germans and forgive the Russians - Condoleezza Rice.
03-15-2011, 05:36 PM
(03-15-2011, 04:14 PM)Ordinary Peephole Wrote: The Celtics suck. you're a Brit. you're not a Yank. you're not entitled to an opinion. bit of a sticky wicket. hahahaha 
03-16-2011, 02:58 PM
How the hell can you not love a sports team called "The Jazz"?
"We're the Celtics" "We're the Bulls" "We're the Jaaaaazzzzzzz".
We need to punish the French, ignore the Germans and forgive the Russians - Condoleezza Rice.
03-16-2011, 03:06 PM
(03-16-2011, 02:58 PM)Ordinary Peephole Wrote: How the hell can you not love a sports team called "The Jazz"? The franchise was originally called the New Orleans Jazz, which makes sense. They moved to Utah in the early 80's and kept the Jazz nickname, which makes no sense.
03-16-2011, 03:16 PM
03-16-2011, 03:19 PM
Its pretty hideous, but then again I am prejudiced against the colours green and white and the name celtic being in proximity with each other.
"Hello hello!, we are the billy boys" "Hello hello! you'll know us by our noise" "we're up to our knees in fenian blood, surrender or you'll die" "We are the Bells Hill billy boys". Scottish sectarian hatred at its finest.
We need to punish the French, ignore the Germans and forgive the Russians - Condoleezza Rice.
03-16-2011, 03:25 PM
(03-16-2011, 03:10 PM)Lady Cop Wrote: is this hat horrible or cool? i can't decide. i kind of like it. You know that old adage, don't ask a question unless you really want to know the answer, right? It's hideous. I'll refrain from posting the vomiting smiley.  ![[Image: Zy3rKpW.png]](https://i.imgur.com/Zy3rKpW.png)
03-16-2011, 05:16 PM
Geez . . . more "Sell Ticks" logo gear.
WWLBD? "What Would Larry Bird Do?" Make McHale sport it, in public.
04-07-2011, 08:07 AM
opening day at Fenway! :B
Nelly Kelly love baseball games, Knew the players, knew all their names, You could see her there ev'ry day, Shout "Hurray," when they'd play. Her boy friend by the name of Joe Said, "To Coney Isle, dear, let's go," Then Nelly started to fret and pout, And to him I heard her shout. "Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game." Nelly Kelly was sure some fan, She would root just like any man, Told the umpire he was wrong, All along, good and strong. When the score was just two to two, Nelly Kelly knew what to do, Just to cheer up the boys she knew, She made the gang sing this song. "Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game."
04-08-2011, 11:23 AM
(04-07-2011, 08:07 AM)Lady Cop Wrote: opening day at Fenway! :B LC, your Sawx sure took their lumps in this first week of the season. Holy Shit! I don't know if anyone could have forseen 0-6. I have a feeling they'll bounce back against NY this weekend. It's also the Home Opener here in Minneapolis. Our team is 2-4 and quite frankly, they were lucky to get the 2 wins.
04-08-2011, 11:30 AM
indeed, there was no joy in mudville! they WILL redeem themselves i am sure
 Casey at the Bat By Ernest Lawrence Thayer Taken From the San Francisco Examiner - June 3, 1888 Casey At Bat The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that — We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat." But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat; For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third. Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt. Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt. Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped — "That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; "Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand; And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!" "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate; He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate. And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.
04-08-2011, 04:24 PM
a real blast from the past, YAZ!
FENWAY PARK -- The jets have screamed overhead and Yaz has tossed out the first pitch as the hype and heartache that is the 2011 Red Sox arrives home.
04-18-2011, 10:18 AM
Boston Marathon today~~that bitch would KILL me!
 HOPKINTON — Thousands of runners are gathering in the small and normally quiet town of Hopkinton for the 115th running of the Boston Marathon. Buses carrying the athletes began arriving shortly after dawn Monday. Most runners leave at 10 a.m. with the finish line 26.2 miles away in Boston’s Copley Square. runners come from all over the world for this race. it's a big major deal here.
04-18-2011, 10:47 AM
I did 8 miles once & I seriously thought I was going to die. When I got to the point that said it was halfway I wanted to sit down and cry, the only reason I continued was the thought of failing was even worse than the thought of death.
04-18-2011, 01:10 PM
same thing every year, some African wins it. i guess they learn long-distance running in the bush. LION! RUN!
 just kidding.  Men's: Kenyan Geoffrey Mutai ran the fastest marathon ever run, finishing in 2 hours, 3 minutes, 2 seconds to win the 115th Boston Marathon today. He joined countrywoman, Caroline Kilel, in a Kenyan sweep of the race. Women's: Kilel outsprinted American Desiree Davila to win in an unofficial time of 2 hours, 22 minutes, 36 seconds.
05-17-2011, 01:15 PM
MINNEAPOLIS -- Harmon Killebrew, the Minnesota Twins slugger known for his tape-measure home runs, has died at his home in Scottsdale, Ariz., after battling esophageal cancer. He was 74.
The team said Killebrew died peacefully Tuesday morning with his wife, Nita, and their family at his side. He had announced in December that he had been diagnosed with cancer. Last week, Killebrew announced that doctors had deemed his cancer incurable and he would no longer fight the "awful disease." Killebrew hit 573 home runs during his 22-year career, 11th-most in major league history. His eight seasons with 40 or more homers still is tied for second in league history to Babe Ruth. Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/sports/2011/05/17...z1MdDUNYoZ
05-17-2011, 01:39 PM
Glasgow Rangers clinched the Scottish football league title on Sunday, they beat local rivals Celtic by one point to clinch their third league title in a row.
We need to punish the French, ignore the Germans and forgive the Russians - Condoleezza Rice.
05-17-2011, 03:10 PM
Our football season is being screwed around with. They can't even sit down & talk, grown men, business men, cannot even manage to talk, what the hell is up with that? They better get their shit together, training camp is in July & I want to see business as usual. Rawr! Go Eagles!
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