Times have changed
Our kids are getting worse
They won't obey their parents
They just want to fart and curse!
Should we blame the government?
Or blame society?
Or should we blame the images on TV?
No, blame Canada
Blame Canada
With all their beady little eyes
And flappin' heads so full of lies
Blame Canada
Blame Canada
We need to form a full assault
It's Canada's fault!
Don't blame me
For my son Stan
He saw the darn cartoon
And now he's off to join the Klan!
And my boy Eric once
Had my picture on his shelf
But now when I see him he tells me to f*ck myself!
Well, blame Canada
Blame Canada
It seems that everything's gone wrong
Since Canada came along
Blame Canada
Blame Canada
They're not even a real country anyway
My son could've been a doctor or a lawyer rich and true,
Instead he burned up like a piggy on the barbecue
Should we blame the matches?
Should we blame the fire?
Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?
Heck no!
Blame Canada
Blame Canada
With all their hockey hullabaloo
And that (expletive) Anne Murray too
Blame Canada
Shame on Canada
For...
The smut we must stop
The trash we must bash
The Laughter and fun
Must all be undone
We must blame them and cause a fuss
Before somebody thinks of blaming uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
baseball fantasy
It was a hard swing, as hard a swing as Ed had mustered all game. Not knowing which had come first, the slap of the ball filling the catcher’s mitt or the realization he had missed entirely. First a ball and now this clean miss, still one and one, he would have taken this before leaving the bench against the arm throwing for them today.
While Ed sleeps at night his mind finds solace in the plays of the week, or for that matter the season. It’s amazing what the subconscious retains when dealing with matters of the heart and baseball uses up his attention. At sixteen, no longer afraid to belong, baseball is his salvation, deliverance from childhood. He has found a common field of play. This diamond in the rough so to speak, allows confidence to flex unimpeded by poor performance he can bask in the experience that is team.His mental play book expanding its pages for the sleeps ahead.
So, what is this feeling of dread? Kicking at the bag, stepping back and going through his checklist something is not right. The bat hangs heavy. The throw catches him thinking when thought should give way to instinct. Strike two! Man a fastball, I know this guy will go after the batter! What was it coach has been saying!? Don’t tip your play, the body reflects the mind, stare them down for Christ sake!
Spring seemed light years earlier. The months of winter have passed and the worst season of Ed’s hockey career is now, finally, only a faint script in his slumber. Although the midget team had done quite well Ed had not. A preseason injury at the school practice field of all places had set the wheels of under achievement in play. As driven as he was to overcome this setback the late start coupled with poor decision making on the ice surface had stolen confidence and the cruelty of internal competition kept him riding the pines most of the season. Not since banishment from the elementary schoolyard recess crowd had he felt such rejection. As it turned out this year was pivotal in Ed’s life, establishing his commitment, nonetheless’ a painful process.
Batting early in the rotation, already the Adamsdale Brigade have one on third, the score five to four in their favor this turn at bat is crucial as the eighth inning winds down and there are two outs.
His hands sweat and he can’t stop fidgeting. The throw; every ounce wants to rip the cover off the ball but he doesn’t swing. Ball two. No surprise.
No other sport is as calculated as baseball. Statistics dictate the strategy, from how many throws a pitcher has in him to when the time is right to swing the bat, or not. Every play has a number tagged to it and every player is a number. Fourth in the rotation, second baseman, batting averages and earned runs, all examples of a players tag, his identity. Yet when played at its purest level the formulas are transparent, you simply feel it. The mathematics translates itself, numbers become patterns, patterns routine and repetition manifests confidence.
Two and two is a pitchers advantage, he’s going to fire one for the outside of the plate, try to get the batter to reach for it and failing that has room in the count to eat the ball. The pitcher knows it, Ed knows, everyone knows.
Inside Ed’s peripheral vision the coach is sending a signal. You have got to be kidding? Coach signals to lay one down and get third home. Doesn’t he know I’m about to explode inside!? Can’t he see me shaking? OK I get it, have to calm myself, step away and steady for the play. The pitch will be off speed and outside, all I have to do is step up and get a piece. All I have to do is focus, visualize the play and execute! Ed digs in.
Sounds simple doesn’t it? Actually it would be if only he could control the emotions. His particular sporting affliction has always been a double edged sword. As much as Ed can be counted on to show up and play with all his might he can also be expected to lose control. Spill his load, so to speak. Unabashed exuberance almost always his undoing, a fact his baseball coach believes makes him a better fit for hockey where the physical play affords a relief valve for surging emotions. At a later juncture in life, if not for sport and the hard lessons learned, his propensity for emotional outbursts could well have caused grief.
Must focus, visualize! Ed stands poised, anticipating the pitch, his breathing slows, and he can finally feel the bat, he twists the grip as if grinding pepper over a plate of pasta. You know, it’s that surreal when panic gives way to calm, when one arrives in the zone the field opens up. It’s not just him and the pitcher! He sees the runner on third, he knows, the coach knows. He sees the third baseman standing slack beyond the plane of the base run, panning, again it’s his timetable, the first baseman is fixated on home plate yet seems oblivious to third.
The pitcher begins his windup, yep, there it is, the open stance telegraphing the off speed pitch. .Lowering the bat Ed step’s forward sliding his strong side in behind, poised for the bunt. The ball leaves early and starts high, no matter, it comes back, in real time, not slowly but in the zone, it seems one can count steam bolts while waiting for it. Meanwhile the field jolts as if just arriving, every player seeming off balance, not aware, all he sees is the ball lumbering at him like something is carrying it. All that is left is to hit the top of the ball, contact is made.Done!
Dropping the bat and almost jumping clear of his shoes he chases the ball, crossing over as it hits the first base line, fair. Legs firing on reflex he races the boys to the ball, he can see the pitcher scrambling laterally but no worry as the play to home has passed him by, it’s that guy churning up the sod dead ahead that screams for Ed’s attention. As they meet at the ball head on he gives him nothing! Not one inch! By the time they shake it off the play is over. The pitcher has tracked down the ball and Ed is out, but not before his team-mate has made it home from third.
The premise of sacrifice lends an honorable tone to everything that is team. Winning a game enables the team, allows its encroachment on the individual. That day, on that field of dreams a potential was realized, demons were conquered as the dragon was slain and the prize claimed. The great game of baseball had in the name of sport and fun channeled anxiety leaving behind a fingerprint, an identity, confidence. Tools of life forged from experience.
Sleep well Ed.
While Ed sleeps at night his mind finds solace in the plays of the week, or for that matter the season. It’s amazing what the subconscious retains when dealing with matters of the heart and baseball uses up his attention. At sixteen, no longer afraid to belong, baseball is his salvation, deliverance from childhood. He has found a common field of play. This diamond in the rough so to speak, allows confidence to flex unimpeded by poor performance he can bask in the experience that is team.His mental play book expanding its pages for the sleeps ahead.
So, what is this feeling of dread? Kicking at the bag, stepping back and going through his checklist something is not right. The bat hangs heavy. The throw catches him thinking when thought should give way to instinct. Strike two! Man a fastball, I know this guy will go after the batter! What was it coach has been saying!? Don’t tip your play, the body reflects the mind, stare them down for Christ sake!
Spring seemed light years earlier. The months of winter have passed and the worst season of Ed’s hockey career is now, finally, only a faint script in his slumber. Although the midget team had done quite well Ed had not. A preseason injury at the school practice field of all places had set the wheels of under achievement in play. As driven as he was to overcome this setback the late start coupled with poor decision making on the ice surface had stolen confidence and the cruelty of internal competition kept him riding the pines most of the season. Not since banishment from the elementary schoolyard recess crowd had he felt such rejection. As it turned out this year was pivotal in Ed’s life, establishing his commitment, nonetheless’ a painful process.
Batting early in the rotation, already the Adamsdale Brigade have one on third, the score five to four in their favor this turn at bat is crucial as the eighth inning winds down and there are two outs.
His hands sweat and he can’t stop fidgeting. The throw; every ounce wants to rip the cover off the ball but he doesn’t swing. Ball two. No surprise.
No other sport is as calculated as baseball. Statistics dictate the strategy, from how many throws a pitcher has in him to when the time is right to swing the bat, or not. Every play has a number tagged to it and every player is a number. Fourth in the rotation, second baseman, batting averages and earned runs, all examples of a players tag, his identity. Yet when played at its purest level the formulas are transparent, you simply feel it. The mathematics translates itself, numbers become patterns, patterns routine and repetition manifests confidence.
Two and two is a pitchers advantage, he’s going to fire one for the outside of the plate, try to get the batter to reach for it and failing that has room in the count to eat the ball. The pitcher knows it, Ed knows, everyone knows.
Inside Ed’s peripheral vision the coach is sending a signal. You have got to be kidding? Coach signals to lay one down and get third home. Doesn’t he know I’m about to explode inside!? Can’t he see me shaking? OK I get it, have to calm myself, step away and steady for the play. The pitch will be off speed and outside, all I have to do is step up and get a piece. All I have to do is focus, visualize the play and execute! Ed digs in.
Sounds simple doesn’t it? Actually it would be if only he could control the emotions. His particular sporting affliction has always been a double edged sword. As much as Ed can be counted on to show up and play with all his might he can also be expected to lose control. Spill his load, so to speak. Unabashed exuberance almost always his undoing, a fact his baseball coach believes makes him a better fit for hockey where the physical play affords a relief valve for surging emotions. At a later juncture in life, if not for sport and the hard lessons learned, his propensity for emotional outbursts could well have caused grief.
Must focus, visualize! Ed stands poised, anticipating the pitch, his breathing slows, and he can finally feel the bat, he twists the grip as if grinding pepper over a plate of pasta. You know, it’s that surreal when panic gives way to calm, when one arrives in the zone the field opens up. It’s not just him and the pitcher! He sees the runner on third, he knows, the coach knows. He sees the third baseman standing slack beyond the plane of the base run, panning, again it’s his timetable, the first baseman is fixated on home plate yet seems oblivious to third.
The pitcher begins his windup, yep, there it is, the open stance telegraphing the off speed pitch. .Lowering the bat Ed step’s forward sliding his strong side in behind, poised for the bunt. The ball leaves early and starts high, no matter, it comes back, in real time, not slowly but in the zone, it seems one can count steam bolts while waiting for it. Meanwhile the field jolts as if just arriving, every player seeming off balance, not aware, all he sees is the ball lumbering at him like something is carrying it. All that is left is to hit the top of the ball, contact is made.Done!
Dropping the bat and almost jumping clear of his shoes he chases the ball, crossing over as it hits the first base line, fair. Legs firing on reflex he races the boys to the ball, he can see the pitcher scrambling laterally but no worry as the play to home has passed him by, it’s that guy churning up the sod dead ahead that screams for Ed’s attention. As they meet at the ball head on he gives him nothing! Not one inch! By the time they shake it off the play is over. The pitcher has tracked down the ball and Ed is out, but not before his team-mate has made it home from third.
The premise of sacrifice lends an honorable tone to everything that is team. Winning a game enables the team, allows its encroachment on the individual. That day, on that field of dreams a potential was realized, demons were conquered as the dragon was slain and the prize claimed. The great game of baseball had in the name of sport and fun channeled anxiety leaving behind a fingerprint, an identity, confidence. Tools of life forged from experience.
Sleep well Ed.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
heads up
I am not going to sit here and debate whether or not this player or that one has committed an offense during the execution of a hockey play called ' body contact'. Suffice to say that many here know my position concerning head-shots and the frenzy to curtail them. For those still unsure, I do recognize the harm done by them that actively try and hurt another yet am prone to temper that awareness with a believe that this ' predatory ' phenomenon is not as prevalent as all that !
Yes , there have been incidents this season that point to individuals playing dirty yet the hysteria that has resulted is beyond reasonable . More to the point of this rant , the reaction and subsequent action of the NHL would be laughable if it were not so potentially damaging to the game of pro hockey ! The matter has been mishandled by the NHL and the NHLPA.
They have introduced a rule that blind side hits ( and broader definitions of said known to them only) are illegal but no on ice penalties will be applied . Thats right , your player is swimming as a result of an obvious blind side hit and your team is the only one who loses the services of a player ! Apparently the Refs are not qualified to make this call ! I guess the actual fans of the game know who will end up being short handed. That is of course if they feel that players should object to the dirty hit that the suits promise will be dealt with as supplementary discipline. This is an absolute joke !
And what of this supplementary discipline ? I suppose we are expected to believe that will be dealt with by the book. Give me a break! You mean like when Colin said no penalty for OV and than took a phone call or two that changed his mind. Or when Cooke gets a bye only to have another get thrown out for 8 games . This type of crap stinks of politics! Is this how we want to decide playoff games ? Is this what has become of our officiating ? Token figures with no more power than a striped shirt calling a Hulk Hogan revival ?
What of the hits in question ? If such a 'predator' surfaces and when such a ' vulnerable' player is ' taken advantage ' of what of the rules of the game that have been applied for decades? Where have the ' charging' calls gone ? What about 'intent to injure ' ? How come if by league definition the last person to touch the puck is deemed in ' possession of ' the puck a hit occurring a split second later is interference ? And it is a ' split second ', I don't care how many times you see it in slow mo !
My point is our league is not enforcing the rules that exist because they do not fit the direction they want to see the game go ! Now we are supposed to believe the lap dogs in the war room will ? I say they are posing !
The NHLPA held up the show a bit stating they wanted on ice , during the game, discipline but caved. Another political move given that the hockey media is frenzy feeding, stoking this hysteria at every opportunity. My lord, I have been listening all night to TV personalities going so far as to take credit for educating the ' public' of the evil practice and the urgent need to eradicate at all costs !
Real fans of pro hockey have been saying all along that stripping the participants of tools to police the game at ice level is causing the problem not solving it yet we have the instigator rule which, regardless of how trivial some claim it to be, was the catalyst that brought us reckless play. Lack of respect was than encouraged when players soon after realized Refs not only lost the names on their back but any real teeth had been pulled when supplementary discipline created two sets of books .
Will this madness ever end ?!
And you thought the foot in the crease was a powder keg !
How did that work out for ya Gary ?
Yes , there have been incidents this season that point to individuals playing dirty yet the hysteria that has resulted is beyond reasonable . More to the point of this rant , the reaction and subsequent action of the NHL would be laughable if it were not so potentially damaging to the game of pro hockey ! The matter has been mishandled by the NHL and the NHLPA.
They have introduced a rule that blind side hits ( and broader definitions of said known to them only) are illegal but no on ice penalties will be applied . Thats right , your player is swimming as a result of an obvious blind side hit and your team is the only one who loses the services of a player ! Apparently the Refs are not qualified to make this call ! I guess the actual fans of the game know who will end up being short handed. That is of course if they feel that players should object to the dirty hit that the suits promise will be dealt with as supplementary discipline. This is an absolute joke !
And what of this supplementary discipline ? I suppose we are expected to believe that will be dealt with by the book. Give me a break! You mean like when Colin said no penalty for OV and than took a phone call or two that changed his mind. Or when Cooke gets a bye only to have another get thrown out for 8 games . This type of crap stinks of politics! Is this how we want to decide playoff games ? Is this what has become of our officiating ? Token figures with no more power than a striped shirt calling a Hulk Hogan revival ?
What of the hits in question ? If such a 'predator' surfaces and when such a ' vulnerable' player is ' taken advantage ' of what of the rules of the game that have been applied for decades? Where have the ' charging' calls gone ? What about 'intent to injure ' ? How come if by league definition the last person to touch the puck is deemed in ' possession of ' the puck a hit occurring a split second later is interference ? And it is a ' split second ', I don't care how many times you see it in slow mo !
My point is our league is not enforcing the rules that exist because they do not fit the direction they want to see the game go ! Now we are supposed to believe the lap dogs in the war room will ? I say they are posing !
The NHLPA held up the show a bit stating they wanted on ice , during the game, discipline but caved. Another political move given that the hockey media is frenzy feeding, stoking this hysteria at every opportunity. My lord, I have been listening all night to TV personalities going so far as to take credit for educating the ' public' of the evil practice and the urgent need to eradicate at all costs !
Real fans of pro hockey have been saying all along that stripping the participants of tools to police the game at ice level is causing the problem not solving it yet we have the instigator rule which, regardless of how trivial some claim it to be, was the catalyst that brought us reckless play. Lack of respect was than encouraged when players soon after realized Refs not only lost the names on their back but any real teeth had been pulled when supplementary discipline created two sets of books .
Will this madness ever end ?!
And you thought the foot in the crease was a powder keg !
How did that work out for ya Gary ?
the ringer
Right wing on the second line is not a bad place to be. Able to pull a regular shift I was happy with my good fortune. Although this coach schooled his wingers to play north south, opportunity's to tally were many as our center could dish with the best of them. Its really quite amazing how in tune players can be, such an exhilarating phenomena is team chemistry. I have had experiences when I swear at any given time I could find the tape or put my stick down and have the disc there. Its like you can will it to happen, really.
Doing well at the halfway point of a thirty five game schedule our hopes for a playoff run were for real. It was about than that the grumbling began. Names of players I had not met yet began to be whispered by veterans and training staff. Guys who I had presumed had moved on were still active hidden in the IR and healthy scratch columns were long time team members. As the time to compete for top honors approached these guys began showing up for the few team practices preparing to play. My line stopped producing.The zip and confidences once shared gone replaced by disappointment and dread.
We had ranked high in the post season. My fellow winger and I had put up acceptable numbers definably proving our worth. Yet the word comes down . Demoted to fourth line was our fate. Just as we had anticipated the ringers had arrived we were now role players at best. As it turned out my Hawks won the top prize in no small way helped by the superior talent these late additions brought to the table. I played two shifts that post season both in relief of my former line serving time for bad behaver. Funny thing is I can remember every stride every pass and every hit, all performed with every ounce of team fervor I could muster.
This team I speak of was minor league compared to the NHL. The prize not even definable when compared to the Stanley Cup I can't help but wonder how disappointed players in the bigs must feel when roster spots are lost to late arrivals. Now consider the mental fortitude it must take to overcome the fact that someone will lose their standing to make room. It becomes painfully obvious even to the fan of hockey some player is robbed of their dream. When you consider the total commitment demanded from the game it just doesn't seem fair the team chemistry should be tampered with for the sake of a rental player .
Than again,as this minor leaguer has been schooled,the game is bigger than any one player...or is it ?
Doing well at the halfway point of a thirty five game schedule our hopes for a playoff run were for real. It was about than that the grumbling began. Names of players I had not met yet began to be whispered by veterans and training staff. Guys who I had presumed had moved on were still active hidden in the IR and healthy scratch columns were long time team members. As the time to compete for top honors approached these guys began showing up for the few team practices preparing to play. My line stopped producing.The zip and confidences once shared gone replaced by disappointment and dread.
We had ranked high in the post season. My fellow winger and I had put up acceptable numbers definably proving our worth. Yet the word comes down . Demoted to fourth line was our fate. Just as we had anticipated the ringers had arrived we were now role players at best. As it turned out my Hawks won the top prize in no small way helped by the superior talent these late additions brought to the table. I played two shifts that post season both in relief of my former line serving time for bad behaver. Funny thing is I can remember every stride every pass and every hit, all performed with every ounce of team fervor I could muster.
This team I speak of was minor league compared to the NHL. The prize not even definable when compared to the Stanley Cup I can't help but wonder how disappointed players in the bigs must feel when roster spots are lost to late arrivals. Now consider the mental fortitude it must take to overcome the fact that someone will lose their standing to make room. It becomes painfully obvious even to the fan of hockey some player is robbed of their dream. When you consider the total commitment demanded from the game it just doesn't seem fair the team chemistry should be tampered with for the sake of a rental player .
Than again,as this minor leaguer has been schooled,the game is bigger than any one player...or is it ?
SaturdayNightCageMatch 'HOLY GRAIL'! Edition
Come one come all witness the big show ! I know , we know fans are born into the game daily now . Many see and many like this fast paced arduous journey the 'Stanley Cup Playoffs' takes one on.
Professional hockey has arrived on the world stage !
Here at the SNCM we try and keep pace with the action . If any new fan , be them casual or bandwagon. can say we had anything to do with their attention that makes us all winners !
PICK SERIES WINNER
PICK A WINNER FOR EACH OF THE FIRST FOUR GAMES
PICK THREE PLAYERS to play all four
GOAL 3 PTS ASSIST 1 PT
If necessary we will play one game at a time after the first four.
overall results to date (including series winner pts and game 1)
Ark Razer============19
edbread =============12
Josh-wa=============11
KrazSaiko============14
the scurds============5
doty================3
Lew Troop============2
SlayerScott===========1
stajan.41============0
ZigZag420=========== 7
team carrier======= 3 pts
beverlyboy-------------- 7 pts
LSOK=========== 1 pts
players who picked series winner received equivalent to number of games the series took to finish...the same will apply for the 'Stanley Cup Final'...
Monday, May 31: at Chicago, 8 p.m.
Wednesday, June 2: at Philadelphia, 8 p.m.
Friday, June 4: at Philadelphia, 8 p.m.
* Sunday, June 6: at Chicago, 8 p.m.
* Wednesday, June 9: at Philadelphia, 8 p.m.
* Friday, June 11: at Chicago, 8 p.m.
Saturday, May 29: at Chicago, 8 p.m. results
team carrier======= 3 pts
beverlyboy-------------- 7 pts
LSOK=========== 1 pts = shoulda' stayed Sharp !
ZigZag420-------------- 7 pts
KrazSaiko======== 3 pts
dwb-------------------- 1 pt
Ark_Razor======== 6 pts
edbread----------------- 0 pts
bernieclemente===== 3 pts
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OK I'll pick ...
the breadman says Philly in seven!...
Giroux
Toews
Kane
the breadman says Philly in seven!...
Giroux
Toews
Kane
Hawks in 5
Kane
Richards
Hossa
I didn't get in on this from the beginning but I will win the Cup Finals!
Peace!
Kane
Richards
Hossa
I didn't get in on this from the beginning but I will win the Cup Finals!
Peace!
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thats all right buddy we will recognize this round separately as well...good to see you!...
So, you wanted me, you got me.
Man am I gonna make this a day your gonna regret!
Good to be home Boys.
It's ol BW99, had to get a new tag.
Beverly was the first jail I did time in, has a soft place in my heart!
So......on with the show!
Hawks in 6
They will be up 3-1 after 4 games.
Briere
Byfuglien
Toews
Interesting huh, picking 2 players off the lossing team!
Have a great weekend Ladies.....glad to be back
Man am I gonna make this a day your gonna regret!
Good to be home Boys.
It's ol BW99, had to get a new tag.
Beverly was the first jail I did time in, has a soft place in my heart!
So......on with the show!
Hawks in 6
They will be up 3-1 after 4 games.
Briere
Byfuglien
Toews
Interesting huh, picking 2 players off the lossing team!
Have a great weekend Ladies.....glad to be back
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wow!...were in trouble now BWua is back!...
...Ok girls hope you check back to pick the winner of each of the first four games...I'm goin' clear that up in the entry now...
...Ok girls hope you check back to pick the winner of each of the first four games...I'm goin' clear that up in the entry now...
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breadman says Philly in game one...
Hawks game 2
Philly game 3
Hawks game 4
Hawks game 2
Philly game 3
Hawks game 4
I'm late to the party, but here to show Carrier how to do it!!!
CHICAGO in 5 Games!!
Game 1 - Chicago
Game 2 - Chicago
Game 3 - Chicago
Game 4 - Philadelphia
Up 3-1 after 4...
1. Jonathon Toews
2. Patrick Kane
3. Patrick Sharp
Nice job ed!! Let the games begin! Pay no attention to beverlyboy, he's just a ONE STAR! lmao!!
Welcome back Beverly!!
C'mon Toews, bring the Cup back to Winnipeg and let's party!!
peace!!
CHICAGO in 5 Games!!
Game 1 - Chicago
Game 2 - Chicago
Game 3 - Chicago
Game 4 - Philadelphia
Up 3-1 after 4...
1. Jonathon Toews
2. Patrick Kane
3. Patrick Sharp
Nice job ed!! Let the games begin! Pay no attention to beverlyboy, he's just a ONE STAR! lmao!!
Welcome back Beverly!!
C'mon Toews, bring the Cup back to Winnipeg and let's party!!
peace!!
Flyers in 7
Hawks
Hawks
Flyers
Flyers
Carter, Briere, Richards
Hawks
Hawks
Flyers
Flyers
Carter, Briere, Richards
Scratch Sharp actually, and put former Wheatking Big Buff in there instead!
So Toews, Kane and Byfluglien!
So Toews, Kane and Byfluglien!
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OK boys your on...let the games begin!...heres hopin' the rest see this too...
Hawks in 5
hawks- Kane
Philly - Giroux
Hawks -Hossa
Hawks - Hossa
Toews, Hossa, Richards
hawks- Kane
Philly - Giroux
Hawks -Hossa
Hawks - Hossa
Toews, Hossa, Richards
BW99 is in the house!
Thats just one more hoser I'm going to beat on my way to victory. Gonna smack around some nancy from Detroit as well.
Philthy Vs. Chicago.....I'd almost rather watch all of you girls play ring around the rosey. It should be entertaining but F both of them.
I'm taking the Philthadelphia Cheez Whiz in 6 games.
Richards
Carter
Towes
3-1 Philthy after 4.
Good to have ya back BW. I thought Beverly was your middle name, not the place you lost your virginity.
Learn something new everyday...
Its time to ratchet up the smack, BW99 is back and the finals have begun.
WOOO!!!
Piss off you wankers,
Le Magnifique
Thats just one more hoser I'm going to beat on my way to victory. Gonna smack around some nancy from Detroit as well.
Philthy Vs. Chicago.....I'd almost rather watch all of you girls play ring around the rosey. It should be entertaining but F both of them.
I'm taking the Philthadelphia Cheez Whiz in 6 games.
Richards
Carter
Towes
3-1 Philthy after 4.
Good to have ya back BW. I thought Beverly was your middle name, not the place you lost your virginity.
Learn something new everyday...
Its time to ratchet up the smack, BW99 is back and the finals have begun.
WOOO!!!
Piss off you wankers,
Le Magnifique
Hawks
Hawks
Phillly
Hawks
Hawks
Phillly
Hawks
D-isturbed
W-anna be
B-W99
So my friend, ya want some smack huh.
Congrats on your promotion pencil neck.....How long does a person train for to learn "Welcome to McDonalds, may i take your order".
I heard about your penis implant.......I had one as well...i implanted it in.....well.....just ask your wife...!
Congrats, I heard that your into westerns.......you were the Grand Marshall at the Gay Pride Parade last week......John Wayne would be proud!
Sorry for taking while to get back to you and yes i had the answer to your question-"BW....How does a man grow his biceps to 6 inches".....check your PM.
That's it for now.....way to easy......I feel like I'm firing a gun and my target is .......A FOOTBALL FIELD!
Have a great day men, you too dwb!
W-anna be
B-W99
So my friend, ya want some smack huh.
Congrats on your promotion pencil neck.....How long does a person train for to learn "Welcome to McDonalds, may i take your order".
I heard about your penis implant.......I had one as well...i implanted it in.....well.....just ask your wife...!
Congrats, I heard that your into westerns.......you were the Grand Marshall at the Gay Pride Parade last week......John Wayne would be proud!
Sorry for taking while to get back to you and yes i had the answer to your question-"BW....How does a man grow his biceps to 6 inches".....check your PM.
That's it for now.....way to easy......I feel like I'm firing a gun and my target is .......A FOOTBALL FIELD!
Have a great day men, you too dwb!
Philly in six
Briere, Richards, Toews
Philly in Game 1
Briere, Richards, Toews
Philly in Game 1
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TC and doty please stop foolin' around and pick a winner for each game of the first four ( well three games I gave you the Hawks in the first)...
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hey guys great game...check the body of blog to see updated overall standings and the points for the Final results...
i'd bet on Chicago in six
game 1 - chicago
game 2 - chicago
game 3 - philly
game 4 - chicago
game 5 - philly
game 6 - chicago
and if i would have picked three players, i would have went with Kane, Towes, and Hossa because those were the only three guys i could name you when the season started.
game 1 - chicago
game 2 - chicago
game 3 - philly
game 4 - chicago
game 5 - philly
game 6 - chicago
and if i would have picked three players, i would have went with Kane, Towes, and Hossa because those were the only three guys i could name you when the season started.
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bernieclemente I gave you game 1 with the players you picked...check the bottom of blog...
...first round includes first four...you will pick three more guys for each of 5, 6, and 7 if necessary...
...first round includes first four...you will pick three more guys for each of 5, 6, and 7 if necessary...
Look who's leading after the first game.......ha!
I know it's only one game.......but what the fuk.......I AM WINNING........THE BEST......THE GREATEST......THE BEST THERE IS.......THE BEST THERE WAS........THE BEST THERE EVER WILL BE.......LOL...........FOR NOW
Have a great Sunday gentleman.......go hug the women in your wife.....I just did.........and the Caletti twins say Hi......!
I know it's only one game.......but what the fuk.......I AM WINNING........THE BEST......THE GREATEST......THE BEST THERE IS.......THE BEST THERE WAS........THE BEST THERE EVER WILL BE.......LOL...........FOR NOW
Have a great Sunday gentleman.......go hug the women in your wife.....I just did.........and the Caletti twins say Hi......!
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your presence has all trembling with awe as you...beverlyboy...assert your superior ....beverlyboy?...
...OK I can't go along with all that until you give us all the breakdown on this username...it sounds kinda...well you know...motherly...lol...
...of course 'doty' doesn't exactly promote visions of six inch biceps either...lol...
...OK I can't go along with all that until you give us all the breakdown on this username...it sounds kinda...well you know...motherly...lol...
...of course 'doty' doesn't exactly promote visions of six inch biceps either...lol...
WTF !!
Game 2 - Hawks GW Hossa
Game 3 - Flyers GW Breire
Game 4 - Hawks GW Toews
game 5 - Hawks GW Kane
Game 2 - Hawks GW Hossa
Game 3 - Flyers GW Breire
Game 4 - Hawks GW Toews
game 5 - Hawks GW Kane
lol, beverlyboy, your no Bret Hart!!
DOTY and BB are hilarious!
peace everybody!!!!!
DOTY and BB are hilarious!
peace everybody!!!!!
philly
philly
hawks
philly
Happy Memorial Day
Because I was young, but an owley prick back then( yes I;ve changed lol), the boys would always say "Here comes the Beverly Boy" when ever I walked into the gym or the yard.
It's the nic name I am refered to when the boys and me ride so I thought what the hell!
And yes Last son who still breast feeds at 24, I know Brett Hart.....I would kick his (expletive)( especially since he had a stroke....ha)
I actually know him quite well. He's a big supporter of Special Olympics in both Edmonton and Calgary and I used to coach track and field for years chair the fund development comittee and sit on the board of directors so our paths have crossed and had some wonderful sit downs with this man over the years.
He's a wonderful man with an amzing life story and a heart as big as the moon.
Have a great week gentleman.......LAST SON....TIME TO CHANGE (expletive)..........LOL!( you started it)
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