Yeah, I'm not used to big cities like you. Boston and San Fran, if only some day I get to experience something like that....
Always fun when Anth visits the big city. Dude walks around in awe of all the buildings, incredibly suspicious of any non-white who walks by, worried they're going to mug him saying **** like, "You know half of these people are strapped" and "So is this considered the hood?" Willy, Jerome and I just sit back and shake our heads.
Tried that exact scenario in 2011. Put up a huge **** sammich vs Pitt then another turd against UGA in basketball. I was so drunk pissed I went back to the room, bailed on bars, grabbed sushi and watched Forrest Gump. Let's not do that again. K?If we do go to Birmingham for a bowl game, it starts at 2pm December 29th and we play Ole Miss at 8 that night on the road. Fly the UK after the bowl game win and then mosey on over to a bar, get some grub and more drinks and watch the basketball Cats get their first win of the SEC season. Solid day for the nation.
Know what else I hate? Being handed a manilla envelope containing cash and a card for one of the work hen's baby shower. Now I have to cough up some cash to contribute to a gift, which sucks, but what's worse is that I have to sign the card. Everyone else that's signed it so far has written a nice paragraph talking about what a blessing babies are, what a special time this is, get some sleep now (lol), and that kind of nonsense. So far, I've got "Dear Work Hen, Congrats." Now what? I feel like I have to add something else. But, this chick already has two kids. She knows they're a blessing, blah, blah, blah. And why the F are we giving her a baby shower anyway? I thought that was just for new mothers? I consider a shower for kid #3 a grievous breach of etiquette. And it seems like we're doing something like this every week. A sense of dread envelops me every time one of these envelopes gets dropped on my desk. "What sort of fresh hell is this? What insincere statement do I have to pull out of my *** this time?" And it's not like I can just sign it and move on. No, I have to consult the distribution list on the front of the envelope, cross out my name, then deliver it to the next person on the list. So now I've been assigned a task. And inevitably the only people left on the distribution are ones I don't know and/or hate. Now I have to monitor their comings and goings so that I can deliver the envelope when they're not at their desk, lest I have to talk to them and give them a brief summary of what's in the envelope, which makes it look like I endorse this ********. So, essentially, this has ruined my day. Just let me do my job/post on GYERO and go home. :grimace::gun:
I haven't been this tense since the 2012 title game.Game Seven
The release of the weeks-long pit-of-your-stomach agony that precedes it is what makes it such a shot of pure, top-of-the-world ecstasy when it actually happens.
Without the nervousness, the euphoria of winning would only be a fraction of what it is.
Also applies to constipation.The release of the weeks-long pit-of-your-stomach agony that precedes it is what makes it such a shot of pure, top-of-the-world ecstasy when it actually happens.
Without the nervousness, the euphoria of winning would only be a fraction of what it is.
Also feels different because with a professional team, there's a good chance that the team itself will look pretty similar a year from now, so it's not necessarily the ONLY shot it has to win a title with those guys. The Indians' everyday lineup will probably look almost identical a year from now(even better, with Brantley/Carrasco/Salazar back and healthy), so you know they should have another run or two in them.
College basketball has such turnover that each run, especially at Kentucky, is basically your ONLY run with that particular group of kids...which is why 2012 was such a relief, and 2015 such a kick to the junk.
Llama, the Indians haven't won it all since 1948 and the Cubs haven't won the series since before WWI.
IT'S GAME FREAKING 7. Do you really think that the real fans of those teams are thinking, ho hum... no biggie. We'll probably be back next year?
C'mon, man.
Didn't say that fans will say it's no biggie. Of course they'll be wrecked. I'm just saying it's different.