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| So I'm sitting here watching the VCU-Duke game. All my sports-related life, I've rooted for Duke. Granted, that's only been since Danny Ferry played for them, but still. So anyway, in the bracket that I actually care about, I picked VCU to win (get to the sweet 16 actually). Watching the second half, I realize that all the things I hate about the Tarheels, the same applies for Duke. All of Duke's players are whiny little crybabies, they get fouls called when opponents look at them wrong, and all that stuff. Which is also similar to the Yankees-Red Sox stuff. They both try to buy their championships, they both have players that other fans hate, and any fans of other teams hate them both. So, I will now consider myself an ABCD fan----Anybody But Carolina/Duke. Doesn't matter who they play. The more both teams lose, the happier I'll be. It's very cleansing to finally come clean, break ties with the past, and move on. No more will I cheer for the Blue Devils. Never have I cheered for the Tarheels. I will cheer no more forever. For these teams anyway. Now if VCU can just win this one....... | | |
| Here's a more bluegrass song, a friend of mine recommended this group. They're from NC, so they got that going for them, which is nice. http://www.theavettbrothers.com/videos/livevol2_sampler.mov Also, (digging the links lately) have you seen Shaun Livingston blow out his knee (and probably career)? Don't look if Theisman breaking his leg makes you sick---his lower leg lays flat out on the floor as he lands on his knee. http://uncutvideo.aol.com/categories/Sports/4d8c2d1d94d4d6ea07b8c829a13b8aed?index=0 | | |
| <style>.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}</style><div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'>Music Video:<a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/t/the_all_american_rejects/it_ends_tonight-3.html" target='_blank'>IT ENDS TONIGHT (by The All-American Rejects)<p><embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/t/the_all_american_rejects/it_ends_tonight_164389.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='280' autostart='1' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'></embed></a><p style="margin:3px 0px"><a href='http://www.videocodezone.com/' class=ll target=_blank>Music Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com</a></p></div> | | |
| <style>.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}</style><div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'>Music Video:<a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/b/blue_october/hate_me.html" target='_blank'>HATE ME (by Blue October)<p><embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/b/blue_october/hate_me_195715.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='280' autostart='1' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'></embed></a><p style="margin:3px 0px"><a href='http://www.videocodezone.com/' class=ll target=_blank>Music Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com</a></p></div> | | |
| Since it's been like a year and a half since I last posted, I was surprised to see this thing actually work. And I finally have a story worthy enough to make the post. Otherwise, everything else is work, stay home with the kids, then back to work. So I was out running errands with my middle kid, Brendan (almost 4 at the time), and we were waiting in the left turn lane to, obviously, turn left. It was pouring down rain, ang it was one of those 3-second lights, where 2 cars at a time can go before it turns red. So the line in this lane is 10 cars long, and after 3 cycles, we're like the third car back. The light turns green, I start to press the gas, and this a-hole from the middle lane cuts in front of me, and becomes the last car through, making me wait another 5 minutes for my light to flash green again. Natural instincts take over (since I usually am by myself when driving my car), the bird flies, and "F you, f'er!" also lets loose. Instantly the car is silent, and I prepare myself for the inevitable comment from the back seat. After about 10 seconds of absolute quiet, Brendan asks, "Daddy, what's fun...ker, funker?" He knows I said something different the first time, but isn't quite sure what it was. I try to ignore it to see if he gets distracted by something else, but no, he repeats the question, then repeats it again. So of course, I have to explain that what Daddy said isn't nice, and is something he shouldn't be saying, which, thank goodness, is good enough for him. At least he talks like he's got marbles in his mouth all the time, so hopefully it would take a few more times before he could say it well enough to be offensive. It's only a matter of time, in this house. | | |
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