| breaking my "no posting" rule |
[Jul. 11th, 2008|10:04 am] |
but it's easier to do this once to answer some questions I got all morning:
I'm on my company softball team, and last night, during warmups, I took a pitch straight to my beauty mark, breaking my cheekbone/orbital in three places. I'm okay, just real sore. It's not my jaw, so I'm not rockin' a grill, but I am riding some painkillers for a bit and sporting a bitchin' shiner. I have a whole new level of respect for guys like Shalrie, McBride*, Conrad, Demps, and all the others who've finished games with facial fractures.
( softballs ain't so damn soft ) |
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| spare change |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|10:02 am] |
I don't usually do this, but:
Next week I'm doing the Jimmy Fund walk for cancer research, and I've gotta pass the hat for donations. I'm going to do the entire 26.2 mile Boston Marathon route, because it is fun to be a tough guy for charity. If you've spent any time around New England--or if you're watching Sox games on MLB Extra Innings--you know how big a deal the Jimmy Fund is for cancer research and treatment. If you know someone with cancer, if you don't know someone with cancer, every little bit helps.
So if you've got some coin to spare, click here to donate. As always, donations made under phony names/in honor of silly things are encouraged.
thanks! |
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| HOLY JESUS BATFUCK |
[Oct. 27th, 2004|11:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ecstatic | ] |
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| | "for boston" | ] |
I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town
Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)
Because I love that dirty water
Oh, oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)
Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby)
I love that dirty water (I love Baw-stun)
I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?)
I love that dirty water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that dirty water (Owww!)
I love that dirty water (Come on, come on) [fade] |
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| last night I had a dream that Curt Schilling gave me peach flavored beer |
[Oct. 21st, 2004|12:23 am] |
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| | excited | ] |
| [ | music |
| | love that dirty water | ] |
Tessie is the Royal Rooters rally cry
Tessie is the song they always sung
Tessie echoed April through October nights
After serenading Stahl, Dineen and Young
Tessie is a maiden with the sparkling eyes
Tessie is a maiden with the love
She doesn't know the meaning of her sight
She's got a comment full of love
And sometimes when the game is on the line
Tessie always carried them away
Up the road from Third Base to Huntington
The boys will always sing and sway
Two! Three! Four!
Tessie, Nuff Ced McGreevy shouted
We're not here to mess around
Boston, you know we love you madly
Hear the crowd roar to your sound
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Tessie, you are the only, only, only
The Rooters showed up at the Grounds one day
They found their seats had all been sold
McGreevy led the charge into the park
Stormed the gates and put the game on hold
The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright
Boston's tenth man could not be wrong
Up from Third Base to Huntington
They sang another victory song
Two! Three! Four!
Tessie, Nuff Ced McGreevy shouted
We're not here to mess around
Boston, you know we love you madly
Hear the crowd roar to your sound
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Tessie, you are the only, only, only
The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright
Boston's tenth man could not be wrong
Up from Third Base to Huntington
They sang another victory song
Two! Three! Four!
Tessie, Nuff Ced McGreevy shouted
We're not here to mess around
Boston, you know we love you madly
Hear the crowd roar to your sound
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Boston, you are the only, only, only
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Red Sox, you are the only, only, only |
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