Does anyone else think the Buffalo Bills are about to become an endangered species?
To me, it's a great fan base that's been shoveled shit and told it's Filet Mignon by the NFL-like it's a great thing that those fans lose 1 home game a year to Toronto. Canada has its own league, thanks.
So what do the Bills need? They need their Reggie White moment. No clue what I mean? Years ago in the infancy of free agency, Reggie White was the class of all of the free agents and was just about to sign with the (wait for it...) Cleveland Browns when Reggie heard a call from God to go to Green Bay. The rest is NFL history. Reggie dominated the New England Patriots in the Super Bowl and won a championship. No one was going to Green Bay at that time. Reggie made Green Bay, Wisconsin a destination point on the map for players.
This is what Buffalo needs. They need a stud free agent to hear a calling to help the Bills. Otherwise, I think once owner Ralph Wilson passes away (he's over 80) then I think the team ends up in LA. The LA Bills? That's as lame, if not more, than the Lakers....
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Now playing: Beastie Boys - Make Some Noise
via FoxyTunes
Sunday, June 19, 2011
The EEOC/NAACP Paradigm
I wrote this on the back of a note Ma Dukes put in a care package for me with bonbons, 7 layer bars and of course the CCBB (that's Chocolate Chip Banana Bread for all y'all that don't know). Before I get to the nitty and the gritty, a quick note....
"Slow cooker bags are awesome!"...where does this stuff come from? Oh, yeah, I made chicken in a pot and used those plastic bags-wicked easy and virtually no cleanup. Who doesn't love that?
Now I remember why I wrote the title this way. I have two friends of mine in various capacities at public schools. Both are having the race card shoved down their throats. And to add to it, now my roommate that I helped get a job thru my contracting company is dealing with the same type of bologna. Sorry, but I think we're all tired of it. I'm tired of hearing, "now we have a black President, so...." No we don't. We have a half black President, or do you dismiss his Mom? Because I thought it wasn't cool to dismiss a black man's Mother? Or was that Tupac song bullshit? Which is it? Again, like my previous post when it concerns dating, you cannot have it both ways. Either you're qualified to do a job or you are not.
In my friend who is a teacher's case, here's the kicker....she's part Jewish and part Hispanic? How the hell can she be racist? Instead she has to keep her head down and take part in listening to the abuse because if she spoke up, you know what would happen. BAM-the race card! That's what. From the stories I hear, this person is useless. They don't do their job, hell with doing it well. Sorry, that doesn't reflect on a whole race, just the person.
Regarding my friend who is in a higher level administrative role, she had to hire someone. She hired the person with the better qualifications and educational background. How odd, to do that in an academic setting. Should she hire the lady who has a high school diploma who has been there for a few years, or the person who showed up with great credentials who is looking for a foot in the door? Mind you, the person with the years in the gig isn't going to get fired, she's just not getting a promotion. Still has her job. Where's the racism? But since someone didn't get a job, you know what comes out....BAM-the race card!!
And now my roommate-he works with the atypical race-baiter. Yup, the person that asks the most ignorant questions during training, doesn't pay attention, is proud of their neck tattoo, and walks around like she's dead sexy. Sorry, stupid ain't sexy. I've heard this woman talk-it reeks of despair and dying to play the role of the victim. Nothing is ever her fault. Not her giant ass, not her poor choice in clothing, nor her horrid choice in body ink. Sorry, I saw one of them, not classy, mostly trashy. Damn near looks like a prison tattoo. Yeah, I said it.
What got me creased was my roommate telling me that they can't do a pot-luck, an end of training tradition, because this woman had the gall to say that since she hasn't seen your kitchen she can't eat your food. So management caved. Typical white guilt. My response would have been, "great, that's one less mouth to feed. The rest of us (like 20 people) will have fun." Instead, this knucklehead has been wearing everyone down with stupidity for 3 weeks that no one had the gusto to stand up and tell her to zip it. No one wants to hear all the dumbness coming out of ya mouth.
In all of these situations, there is this need to want to claim the victim, when all seem to act the fool. Funny, I thought it was a black man who asked us not to judge a man by the color of their skin but on the content of their character. Or was I the only one listening?
I don't know about you, but I have no problem being called a bigot-because I damn sure hate dumb people. We all don't have to agree but I don't have to care about all your drama, leave that shit to your friends and family. You go to work to work, not force your will of being incapable of seeing past your own face.
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Now playing: Saigon - Too Long (Feat. Black Thought)
via FoxyTunes
"Slow cooker bags are awesome!"...where does this stuff come from? Oh, yeah, I made chicken in a pot and used those plastic bags-wicked easy and virtually no cleanup. Who doesn't love that?
Now I remember why I wrote the title this way. I have two friends of mine in various capacities at public schools. Both are having the race card shoved down their throats. And to add to it, now my roommate that I helped get a job thru my contracting company is dealing with the same type of bologna. Sorry, but I think we're all tired of it. I'm tired of hearing, "now we have a black President, so...." No we don't. We have a half black President, or do you dismiss his Mom? Because I thought it wasn't cool to dismiss a black man's Mother? Or was that Tupac song bullshit? Which is it? Again, like my previous post when it concerns dating, you cannot have it both ways. Either you're qualified to do a job or you are not.
In my friend who is a teacher's case, here's the kicker....she's part Jewish and part Hispanic? How the hell can she be racist? Instead she has to keep her head down and take part in listening to the abuse because if she spoke up, you know what would happen. BAM-the race card! That's what. From the stories I hear, this person is useless. They don't do their job, hell with doing it well. Sorry, that doesn't reflect on a whole race, just the person.
Regarding my friend who is in a higher level administrative role, she had to hire someone. She hired the person with the better qualifications and educational background. How odd, to do that in an academic setting. Should she hire the lady who has a high school diploma who has been there for a few years, or the person who showed up with great credentials who is looking for a foot in the door? Mind you, the person with the years in the gig isn't going to get fired, she's just not getting a promotion. Still has her job. Where's the racism? But since someone didn't get a job, you know what comes out....BAM-the race card!!
And now my roommate-he works with the atypical race-baiter. Yup, the person that asks the most ignorant questions during training, doesn't pay attention, is proud of their neck tattoo, and walks around like she's dead sexy. Sorry, stupid ain't sexy. I've heard this woman talk-it reeks of despair and dying to play the role of the victim. Nothing is ever her fault. Not her giant ass, not her poor choice in clothing, nor her horrid choice in body ink. Sorry, I saw one of them, not classy, mostly trashy. Damn near looks like a prison tattoo. Yeah, I said it.
What got me creased was my roommate telling me that they can't do a pot-luck, an end of training tradition, because this woman had the gall to say that since she hasn't seen your kitchen she can't eat your food. So management caved. Typical white guilt. My response would have been, "great, that's one less mouth to feed. The rest of us (like 20 people) will have fun." Instead, this knucklehead has been wearing everyone down with stupidity for 3 weeks that no one had the gusto to stand up and tell her to zip it. No one wants to hear all the dumbness coming out of ya mouth.
In all of these situations, there is this need to want to claim the victim, when all seem to act the fool. Funny, I thought it was a black man who asked us not to judge a man by the color of their skin but on the content of their character. Or was I the only one listening?
I don't know about you, but I have no problem being called a bigot-because I damn sure hate dumb people. We all don't have to agree but I don't have to care about all your drama, leave that shit to your friends and family. You go to work to work, not force your will of being incapable of seeing past your own face.
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Now playing: Saigon - Too Long (Feat. Black Thought)
via FoxyTunes
from an envelope
Sometimes you get just a giant hint of how much like your parents you honestly are....
I had this envelope in my back pocket for a couple of weeks-first with a password for my roommate's Amazon Prime account (free shipping on anything? Yes, please!) for when I was buying all sorts of little items that I needed to catch up on, and ended up using it for notes. So here comes some randomness...
I love helping out my friends, especially the ones who help me out, too. That's what friends do. If it ends up being a one way street-cut them out, they're no good. If you're a mooch who takes advantage and never gives back, you might want a moment or two to reflect on that. Do you want to be a user and abuser-or a person who has solid friendships where your people would do anything for you at the drop of a hat? I'll take my solid friendships and move it along. Helping and being helped is fantastic, no more than when you can offer, sincerely, to help.
My definition of suicide and yours will differ. Most probably look at suicide as a sudden act. I don't. I have to stress this right now, to cure some fears-I am in no way contemplating the notion of offing myself. While I may not live every day to its fullest potential, the alternative doesn't entice me. I'll go when my time comes, thanks.
I have two friends whose Moms made the decision to take their own life. Yes, that is suicide. So is not living. You know what else is, to me? The way my Pops died. It was selfish. There is a 100% chance that if you smoke you can get lung cancer. If you don't smoke, your chances of lung cancer go down significantly. I don't like to get all preachy or high & mighty, mostly when it comes to personal choices. But I stress this to those that smoke-think of your kids, if you have them. Think of dying when you're 58. That's too soon. I'm just sayin'. Suicide takes many forms in my head, that's one of them.
Never underestimate the clearance rack! I bought a pair of awesome New Balance kicks last year for like $70. Sure they were out of my price range, but they were comfy and lasted quite a bit. Fast forward a year and I was looking for another pair of kicks. Nothing stuck out to me, some were far too flashy for my liking. Well wouldn't you know it, while rummaging thru a store a few weeks ago, I ambled over to the clearance rack, and wouldn't you know it-the same pair I bought last year for about 40% off. Somewhere Ma Dukes was smiling on that day, I know it!
This online dating this is hilarious. A few notes if you're ever considering diving into this puddle (yeah, it's that damn shallow):
1. Beware the cropped picture. That's just a fat girl trying to not show you how fat they are. Oh, and fat doesn't mean curvy. Curves on top of curves is called fat. Hit the gym and cut down on the Haagen and the Daz. I have. And I can assure you, after getting food poisoning a couple of weeks ago, I haven't exactly gone all nutso on the working out. But I do limit the caloric intake.
2. The 'Double Feature'. Ever seen a picture of someone, click next, and wonder how the next picture could be of the same person? Yeah, it's out there, way more than anyone wants to admit. That is some scary crap folks. Nothing like seeing a picture of someone and then on to the next and being spooked.
3. The ability to exercise and bullshit. Really, you like hiking, biking, camping, yoga, weights, and running? When the hell do these people have time to work? Are they independently wealthy? I drive by a nice park somedays when I get out of work at 3:30, never have I seen so many people in their mid-20's to 30's running around. Sorry, but I have to work and I hate running. Is there ice cream or sex at the end of running? No, then fuck you, you run. I have a car, it's hot, and I want ice cream, damn it.
4. "I like trying out new restaurants. I am very independent. I'm very sarcastic, just looking for a guy with a sense of humor who works out that's sensitive." Let's get this out of the way right off the bat-you don't want a straight man. You want a gay man. Straight men don't have the time nor the inclination to deal with your version of sarcasm and not be able to be mean enough to chuck it right back in your grill. You, dear ladies of the internet, want a freakin' mute who bows down. You're independent? I'm calling BS. That's like me saying I'm a nice guy. I am, to a point. But when you're a douche, I say so. Guys aren't reading The Feminine Mystique while running up and down the b-ball court, I can assure you. This mythical man doesn't exist. As far as being independent and liking trying out new restaurants-fantastic. You want to be a liberated woman in 2011 and date? Pay for your own damn dinner. Hell, pay for mine while your at it. Every study I end up reading tells me that men are choosing mates later in life because of the bullshit-that's cutting thru all the fancy words and reasoning. Ladies, you cannot have it both ways. You want a giant career? Great, have at it, I won't hate you for it. And some of you pull it off. But ya do it, and you do it alone. Being a strong woman doesn't mean being a bitch, just like being a strong man doesn't mean being an asshole. Quit trying to fuck around with hundreds of years of evolution. By no means am I stating to get in the kitchen and make babies. But this whole notion of having your cake and eating it, too? Get over it, put it away, burn it in the fireplace with the pictures of that last guy who left you. I appreciate strength more than most, especially in the opposite sex. But the line isn't that fine between strong and bitch. I've met bitches, I've met women thrilled that they're called a bitch. You know what else?-They end up alone. Or with a mate who is subpar for the expectations they have for themselves. They settle, either due to biological clock, earning potential or the ability to grind up a male into a fine powder and show their friends how 'tough' they are. Puh-lease.
The joy of this whole experience so far is that I've found out how much I have to give and that I'm not apologizing for being me. Who knew? I like me some me.
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Now playing: Saigon - Preacher
via FoxyTunes
I had this envelope in my back pocket for a couple of weeks-first with a password for my roommate's Amazon Prime account (free shipping on anything? Yes, please!) for when I was buying all sorts of little items that I needed to catch up on, and ended up using it for notes. So here comes some randomness...
I love helping out my friends, especially the ones who help me out, too. That's what friends do. If it ends up being a one way street-cut them out, they're no good. If you're a mooch who takes advantage and never gives back, you might want a moment or two to reflect on that. Do you want to be a user and abuser-or a person who has solid friendships where your people would do anything for you at the drop of a hat? I'll take my solid friendships and move it along. Helping and being helped is fantastic, no more than when you can offer, sincerely, to help.
My definition of suicide and yours will differ. Most probably look at suicide as a sudden act. I don't. I have to stress this right now, to cure some fears-I am in no way contemplating the notion of offing myself. While I may not live every day to its fullest potential, the alternative doesn't entice me. I'll go when my time comes, thanks.
I have two friends whose Moms made the decision to take their own life. Yes, that is suicide. So is not living. You know what else is, to me? The way my Pops died. It was selfish. There is a 100% chance that if you smoke you can get lung cancer. If you don't smoke, your chances of lung cancer go down significantly. I don't like to get all preachy or high & mighty, mostly when it comes to personal choices. But I stress this to those that smoke-think of your kids, if you have them. Think of dying when you're 58. That's too soon. I'm just sayin'. Suicide takes many forms in my head, that's one of them.
Never underestimate the clearance rack! I bought a pair of awesome New Balance kicks last year for like $70. Sure they were out of my price range, but they were comfy and lasted quite a bit. Fast forward a year and I was looking for another pair of kicks. Nothing stuck out to me, some were far too flashy for my liking. Well wouldn't you know it, while rummaging thru a store a few weeks ago, I ambled over to the clearance rack, and wouldn't you know it-the same pair I bought last year for about 40% off. Somewhere Ma Dukes was smiling on that day, I know it!
This online dating this is hilarious. A few notes if you're ever considering diving into this puddle (yeah, it's that damn shallow):
1. Beware the cropped picture. That's just a fat girl trying to not show you how fat they are. Oh, and fat doesn't mean curvy. Curves on top of curves is called fat. Hit the gym and cut down on the Haagen and the Daz. I have. And I can assure you, after getting food poisoning a couple of weeks ago, I haven't exactly gone all nutso on the working out. But I do limit the caloric intake.
2. The 'Double Feature'. Ever seen a picture of someone, click next, and wonder how the next picture could be of the same person? Yeah, it's out there, way more than anyone wants to admit. That is some scary crap folks. Nothing like seeing a picture of someone and then on to the next and being spooked.
3. The ability to exercise and bullshit. Really, you like hiking, biking, camping, yoga, weights, and running? When the hell do these people have time to work? Are they independently wealthy? I drive by a nice park somedays when I get out of work at 3:30, never have I seen so many people in their mid-20's to 30's running around. Sorry, but I have to work and I hate running. Is there ice cream or sex at the end of running? No, then fuck you, you run. I have a car, it's hot, and I want ice cream, damn it.
4. "I like trying out new restaurants. I am very independent. I'm very sarcastic, just looking for a guy with a sense of humor who works out that's sensitive." Let's get this out of the way right off the bat-you don't want a straight man. You want a gay man. Straight men don't have the time nor the inclination to deal with your version of sarcasm and not be able to be mean enough to chuck it right back in your grill. You, dear ladies of the internet, want a freakin' mute who bows down. You're independent? I'm calling BS. That's like me saying I'm a nice guy. I am, to a point. But when you're a douche, I say so. Guys aren't reading The Feminine Mystique while running up and down the b-ball court, I can assure you. This mythical man doesn't exist. As far as being independent and liking trying out new restaurants-fantastic. You want to be a liberated woman in 2011 and date? Pay for your own damn dinner. Hell, pay for mine while your at it. Every study I end up reading tells me that men are choosing mates later in life because of the bullshit-that's cutting thru all the fancy words and reasoning. Ladies, you cannot have it both ways. You want a giant career? Great, have at it, I won't hate you for it. And some of you pull it off. But ya do it, and you do it alone. Being a strong woman doesn't mean being a bitch, just like being a strong man doesn't mean being an asshole. Quit trying to fuck around with hundreds of years of evolution. By no means am I stating to get in the kitchen and make babies. But this whole notion of having your cake and eating it, too? Get over it, put it away, burn it in the fireplace with the pictures of that last guy who left you. I appreciate strength more than most, especially in the opposite sex. But the line isn't that fine between strong and bitch. I've met bitches, I've met women thrilled that they're called a bitch. You know what else?-They end up alone. Or with a mate who is subpar for the expectations they have for themselves. They settle, either due to biological clock, earning potential or the ability to grind up a male into a fine powder and show their friends how 'tough' they are. Puh-lease.
The joy of this whole experience so far is that I've found out how much I have to give and that I'm not apologizing for being me. Who knew? I like me some me.
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Now playing: Saigon - Preacher
via FoxyTunes
A slight review....
I have a bunch of post-it notes sitting on my desk accumulating, and this seems as good of a time as any to clean off my desk. The weather is nice, I've had an iced mocha from the cool, hip indy coffee shop down the street, laundry is in progress and I think (hesitantly) that I might be as caught up as I'm going to be for the moment on a bunch of stuff.
I was thinking of doing this as a megablog, but thought that's too much for everyone, so I'm going by the size of the paper all of this stuff is written on.
But first....what has two thumbs and picked both the NBA and NHL Champs? This guy!!!
Yeah, yeah, the picture's almost a year old, I'm still that ugly, don't you worry.
So let's get into a bit of a review, shall we?
NBA Champs-Dallas Mavericks
What strikes me isn't so much the jubilation a lot of people (me included) took in seeing LeDouche shrivel up like a dude in a pool and lose a series, but his sheer lack of understanding why people hate him. He can't embrace the villain role and just wants everyone to like him. Sorry, but rules are rules-you skirt the making of a team, treat your homeland like a fresh turd, try and blame everyone else for your lack of gonads, psuedo-apologize only after a big win, cry after advancing to the conference semifinals and then tell everyone that you think hates you that they have to go back to their crappy lives. LeBron, here's free advice-learn these two words and use them like you're breathing, "No Comment".
As for Dallas, what a great showing by a bunch of old guys who just know how to play together. That is what teamwork looks like. Playing that long together also let's each other know who will be where all the time.
Coaching-what else to say other than Miami got outclassed? Nothing. Dirk Nowitzki? Simply awesome. Quit comparing him to Larry Bird while you're at it, too. They only thing they share is skin tone. That's it. I know a lot of creepy ass people out there are stoked a white guy won the Finals MVP. Funny, I neglected to see color-I saw a guy who can score from wherever on the floor, can rebound and most importantly move without the ball. He could have been maroon and I wouldn't have cared. He dominated Miami for 5 out of 6 games, and only showed up quite well in the 4th quarter of Game 6 when it mattered.
The best part about Dallas winning? Owner Mark Cuban. Talk about class-he shined like I didn't think was possible. He brought the original owner and his wife to hold the NBA trophy. He deferred all credit to the coaches and players. And in the back of my mind while watching him get the trophy all I could think about was that Major League Baseball nor the NHL wanted this guy amongst them as an owner? Cuban couldn't do a better job with the Cubs? C'mon man! How about as an owner of the Penguins? Think Matt Cooke would still be on the books? I'm just sayin'. Cuban was awesome to watch do the right thing. And in case anyone forgot what integrity in sports looks like, cast your vision towards him-he won with class and dignity. I can't say the same for the losers. Can you?
The B's hoisting the Cup
Can I get a 'Hell Yeah' for the B's winning the Stanley Cup? How awesome was that display? No team has ever won 3 game 7's...until now. Winning properly, with class? City that won handling it better than the city that lost? Check and mate.
Tim Thomas was beyond awesome. Zdeno Chara was excellent in his great solid play once again. Marchand was a scoring pest for whom Vancouver had no answer. So why didn't I write anything? Simple-I didn't want to jinx anything. Yup, I believe in superstitions. I celebrated at my buddy's house, he with a 6 month old boy, and it was the loudest whispering celebration you would ever want to hear. Did we dance the little jig we always dance when a team from Boston wins a championship? Hells Yeah we did. His wife even called us dorks....call us dorks all you want, make sure you put 'Winning' in front of that word though.
As for Vancouver-I can only say that sometimes you ought to think before you speak, or especially before you criticize.
I'm pumping the Bruins tires for a while, because that was one awesome ride. I could care less if the Mother Canucker I work with won't stop talking about next season because he lost the lunch bet to me. Enjoy the moment. Lap it up. Congrats to the Bruins management team, especially the ownership group that stepped up. I knew in my heart that if they built it, the people would show up. Best part-these B's are young, and still hungry. The thinking is this-why not keep the band together for another run at this.....
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Now playing: Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some (Feat. Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Game)
via FoxyTunes
I was thinking of doing this as a megablog, but thought that's too much for everyone, so I'm going by the size of the paper all of this stuff is written on.
But first....what has two thumbs and picked both the NBA and NHL Champs? This guy!!!
Yeah, yeah, the picture's almost a year old, I'm still that ugly, don't you worry.So let's get into a bit of a review, shall we?
NBA Champs-Dallas Mavericks
What strikes me isn't so much the jubilation a lot of people (me included) took in seeing LeDouche shrivel up like a dude in a pool and lose a series, but his sheer lack of understanding why people hate him. He can't embrace the villain role and just wants everyone to like him. Sorry, but rules are rules-you skirt the making of a team, treat your homeland like a fresh turd, try and blame everyone else for your lack of gonads, psuedo-apologize only after a big win, cry after advancing to the conference semifinals and then tell everyone that you think hates you that they have to go back to their crappy lives. LeBron, here's free advice-learn these two words and use them like you're breathing, "No Comment".
As for Dallas, what a great showing by a bunch of old guys who just know how to play together. That is what teamwork looks like. Playing that long together also let's each other know who will be where all the time.
Coaching-what else to say other than Miami got outclassed? Nothing. Dirk Nowitzki? Simply awesome. Quit comparing him to Larry Bird while you're at it, too. They only thing they share is skin tone. That's it. I know a lot of creepy ass people out there are stoked a white guy won the Finals MVP. Funny, I neglected to see color-I saw a guy who can score from wherever on the floor, can rebound and most importantly move without the ball. He could have been maroon and I wouldn't have cared. He dominated Miami for 5 out of 6 games, and only showed up quite well in the 4th quarter of Game 6 when it mattered.
The best part about Dallas winning? Owner Mark Cuban. Talk about class-he shined like I didn't think was possible. He brought the original owner and his wife to hold the NBA trophy. He deferred all credit to the coaches and players. And in the back of my mind while watching him get the trophy all I could think about was that Major League Baseball nor the NHL wanted this guy amongst them as an owner? Cuban couldn't do a better job with the Cubs? C'mon man! How about as an owner of the Penguins? Think Matt Cooke would still be on the books? I'm just sayin'. Cuban was awesome to watch do the right thing. And in case anyone forgot what integrity in sports looks like, cast your vision towards him-he won with class and dignity. I can't say the same for the losers. Can you?
The B's hoisting the Cup
Can I get a 'Hell Yeah' for the B's winning the Stanley Cup? How awesome was that display? No team has ever won 3 game 7's...until now. Winning properly, with class? City that won handling it better than the city that lost? Check and mate.
Tim Thomas was beyond awesome. Zdeno Chara was excellent in his great solid play once again. Marchand was a scoring pest for whom Vancouver had no answer. So why didn't I write anything? Simple-I didn't want to jinx anything. Yup, I believe in superstitions. I celebrated at my buddy's house, he with a 6 month old boy, and it was the loudest whispering celebration you would ever want to hear. Did we dance the little jig we always dance when a team from Boston wins a championship? Hells Yeah we did. His wife even called us dorks....call us dorks all you want, make sure you put 'Winning' in front of that word though.
As for Vancouver-I can only say that sometimes you ought to think before you speak, or especially before you criticize.
I'm pumping the Bruins tires for a while, because that was one awesome ride. I could care less if the Mother Canucker I work with won't stop talking about next season because he lost the lunch bet to me. Enjoy the moment. Lap it up. Congrats to the Bruins management team, especially the ownership group that stepped up. I knew in my heart that if they built it, the people would show up. Best part-these B's are young, and still hungry. The thinking is this-why not keep the band together for another run at this.....
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Now playing: Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some (Feat. Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Game)
via FoxyTunes
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