 
 Do you ever comment on what someone else is doing, or is it always about your travails.sitting at RDU waiting on flight. guy behind me apparently left his blue blazer in his rental car. he seems upset alamo wont drive it to terminal and run it thru security for him. airports are one of the strangest places around to me, everyone seems to lose their mind.
 at Zooks.
  at Zooks.Just got word that Amanda H. got engaged tonight. Sorry GB Gadzooks, et al.

Sorry to hear that. :(My Aunt Jean passed this morning, the tenth aunt/uncle from my father's side to die in the last fifteen years or so. My old man is all alone in that generation now; he's 75, wears a catheter, suffers from dysphagia (difficulty swallowing), and takes anti-depressants. He called me four times today. Did I mention the dementia? Just not a lot of good things that happen after a certain age. Aw well, that's the cycle of life...they take care of you when you're a helpless infant, and then it all reverses when they get old.Flying home to Michigan first thing tomorrow to spend time with him and attend the funeral.
Oh, hello Gamera.comic'gamera said:JFC
The "Christo would be proud of me tonight" text makes soooo much more sense now




Managed to hit Hawk View, Argyle and Archery. Awesome day. Got the free extra pour at Argyle - tried to explain that I would have worn white pants, but it would just match my legs, so there would be no purpose. They seemed to buy it.Hope you do the sparkling wine flight at Argyle. If you wear white pants, you get a free pour.Archery Summit is one she mentioned, but not sure about the first one. She also mentioned Domain Droughin.(sp?) Also, if you have time, I'd check out Herpes Creek, which makes some fine wines.Oh, and GM... Do you remember the name of the winery I'm supposed to go to? I've got no clue.It ended up being Hawks View Cellars. Had a great tasting and got a nice tour of the facility. They hooked us up with a contact at Argyle, so we're on our way there now.


Sorry to hear that Krista. Hang in there.:ihug:####, sorry GB.I learned yesterday that a friend of mine died, only 42 and genuinely the most selfless person I've ever known. I wanted to post about her last night but didn't want to be a downer in the midst of Guster's pics and cornhole and such. I want to type about her a little sometime, though.My Aunt Jean passed this morning, the tenth aunt/uncle from my father's side to die in the last fifteen years or so. My old man is all alone in that generation now; he's 75, wears a catheter, suffers from dysphagia (difficulty swallowing), and takes anti-depressants. He called me four times today. Did I mention the dementia? Just not a lot of good things that happen after a certain age. Aw well, that's the cycle of life...they take care of you when you're a helpless infant, and then it all reverses when they get old.Flying home to Michigan first thing tomorrow to spend time with him and attend the funeral.
Wow Sofa.My condolences. :(I've had two guys I grew up with die from cancer this week. Ridiculous. I think I am going to send handwritten notes to their parents/wives. I can't deal with funerals any longer.
Good call. Struck out in his first at bat.No actionAnd by the way, I'm going to recommend anybody with a sportsbook account put some money on that Alvarez play. Besides my numbers, I looked it up and Alvarez strikes out at the second highest rate in the majors behind only Adam Dunn, while Greinke leads all starters in Ks/9 innings.What happens if a player doesn't play?Pena (chc) NO RBI -150
Zobrist (tb) UNDER 2.5 h+r+bi -180
Damon (tb) NO RBI -190
Ankiel (was) NO Run -170
Cuddyer (min) NO RBI -190
Abreu (laa) NO RBI -190
Davis (tor) NO Run -190
Keppinger (sf) YES Hit -250
Bartlett (sd) YES Hit -260
Alvarez (pit) YES K -200 ***2 units***
Pierzynski (chw) YES Hit -280
Smith (col) YES Hit -240
Theriot (stl) YES Hit -220
The "Christo would be proud of me tonight" text makes soooo much more sense now

 
  
me too. at -1 nowOregon -1.5 surprised me a little. I think I'll have to back The Hat in this one.Geaux Tigers!Does math know Theriot sucks?
can't believe they actually named it Gherkincongrats to Mr. and Mrs. Pickles
I am sorry to hear that, GB. Thoughts and prayers for you and your family.My Aunt Jean passed this morning, the tenth aunt/uncle from my father's side to die in the last fifteen years or so. My old man is all alone in that generation now; he's 75, wears a catheter, suffers from dysphagia (difficulty swallowing), and takes anti-depressants. He called me four times today. Did I mention the dementia? Just not a lot of good things that happen after a certain age. Aw well, that's the cycle of life...they take care of you when you're a helpless infant, and then it all reverses when they get old.Flying home to Michigan first thing tomorrow to spend time with him and attend the funeral.
I told her I'd go for the ride to bring wet blanket home and then we'd come back to the bar. Apparently that came across as "creepy".
 Awesome stuff though.
Awesome stuff though.  
Some guy just hit me in the back of the head with the handle of a push sweeper. Frosti?

:goodpostng:The "Christo would be proud of me tonight" text makes soooo much more sense now

Holy crap, that's magnificent.You know it was a good night when you come into work the next day with a massive hangover and realize you have 2 different shoes on. So after the Picnic thing, a few of us decide to go to a bar. This bar had an outdoor deck and everyone wanted to grab a drink and sit outside on the deck. As we're walking towards the deck I notice this cute red head walk into the bar who I also noticed at the picnic. So while everyone else headed to the deck, I circled back to bar to chat with the red head. She sat at the bar with a girlfriend, I walked up to them and before I could say anything they both burst out laughing. I forgot I still had my "CatFish Bill" name tag on. Red head's name was Lisa, and she asked me what I did for work and for some reason I told her that I was "a swim instructor at the YMCA and I teach troubled youths how to swim". I have no idea how or why that popped into my mind. Lisa and her friend seemed impressed. There was definitely some mutual flirting going on between Lisa and myself, though her wet blanket of a friend kept complaining about how she had to get up early and that they should leave. I told Lisa she should stay because it's not every night you get to have drinks with a guy named CatFish Bill. The wet blanket friend was persistent about leaving, so I told her I'd go for the ride to bring wet blanket home and then we'd come back to the bar. Apparently that came across as "creepy". So the lovely red-headed Lisa told me she'd bring her friend home and then come back. I didn't believe her that she'd come back, but I gave up my pursuit and let her leave with the wet blanket.Instead of going outside on the deck with the rest of the group I went there with, I decided to sit at the bar and do shots by myself. It was lovely. Then a large hefty woman with the hairiest arms I've ever seen plopped down on the stool next to me. She kinda looked like a white Nell Carter, but with really hairy arms. She looked at the bartender and said "hey slim, do you have any Amstel Light?" He said no. Then she says "ok, then give me a Bud". She was extremely loud and her voice was booming. She looked up and down the bar and then said "no popcorn, no peanuts, that's damn shame" I assume she was talking to me so I said "Its quite a travesty". She made some kind of a giggle/snort noise and then grabbed my name tag with her grizzly bear paw and made another strange grunt/giggle. I found her oddly entertaining. I had another shot and then got Frosty's text about Amanda H getting engaged and I loudly blurted out "MOTHER EFFER". My large hairy-armed new friend asked what was wrong and I told her that Amanda H got engaged. She asked who she was and I said she was the girl of my dreams. The wooley mammoth then said "well if she's with another guy, then I guess the "H" stands for "whore". I laughed and then started to tell her that the word "whore" started with a "w" and not an "h" but then I said "ah never mind, I think I love you". She said "ah sheet, settle down funny guy". She then said my real name couldn't be CatFish Bill, and asked what my real name was. Thinking of GMTAN characters, I told her my real name was Bentley Von-Shukernicki. She said "CatFish Bill" was cooler. I don't remember what her real name was, but she told me that her nickname growing up was "Boogers" and that her family still calls her "Boogers". I nearly choked on my beer from laughing so hard.So me and Boogers did a shot together and then some guys sits down on the stool on the other side of me with tattoos all over his arms and neck. I think he noticed that me and Boogers were staring at him, so he turned and looked at me and then he looked Boogers up and down. I was wildly drunk at this point and said to him "don't even think about it fella, Boogers is with me". He glared and said "dude, don't mess me, I've already violated my parole once today and I'm not afraid to do it again". I responded: "Are you Finless?" He glared again and said "hey funny guy, back off or I'll cut you." I told him I'd buy a round of shots if he promised not to cut me or Boogers. He agreed and the three of us did a shot together. One of my buddies came in from the deck to get another round of drinks and he did a double take when he saw me sitting at the bar yucking it up with my new friends. He asked if I was going to come outside on the deck with everyone else and I responded: "nope, I'm gonna hang out in here with Boogers and Finless". He was clearly puzzled and went back outside. A couple rounds later, the Finless character announced he was leaving because he felt like there were too many eyes on him. Boogers got up to use the ladies room and as she got up she said "well CatFish, while I'm gone you should figure out if you wanna come over my place and do stuff". I'm not sure what scared me more: the thought of doing stuff with Boogers, or that fact that I was strongly considering it. So I wandered out to the deck and most of the people I came there with had left. My buddy says to me "hey I'm taking off, do you need a ride or are you ok?" I replied: "I'm considering going home with a large hairy woman named Boogers. Does it look like I'm ok?" I told him I'd meet him at the car and I went back inside to pay my tab and say good bye to Boogers. I think she farted when I hugged her. It was the perfect end to our encounter.I got home and seriously gave thought to making chicken and then catching a jerk on the couch. Instead, I had a freeze pop and passed out before I could find any thing inspiring on Cinemax. So this morning I had my brother drive me to the bar I was at so I could pick up my car, which was great because not only did that mean that I was smart enough not to drive home last night, but it also meant I could pick up my debit card that I left at the bar. The bar wasn't open yet so I went back at lunch today to get my debit card and the bartender from last night was there and he thanked me for the generous tip I gave him and the laughs I provided him. He said I reminded him of Dudley Moore's character in "Arthur" (I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not) I'm thinking I'll take it easy tonight and have a quiet evening at home. Probably see some of you in the Drunk thread later.I'm about to shower and manscape before heading out to a Chamber Picnic thingy that is supposed to be about "having a fun evening" and the only rule is that no one is supposed to talk about business. I'm not sure if my liver is aroused or afraid about what is going to happen tonight. Some of you should be expecting texts of toilets, my junk and/or nipples around 8pm-ish eastern time. I've already made out my "CatFish Bill" name tag, I just wish I had time to stop and buy some white pants.
Meh. Sounds made up.Holy crap, that's magnificent.You know it was a good night when you come into work the next day with a massive hangover and realize you have 2 different shoes on. So after the Picnic thing, a few of us decide to go to a bar. This bar had an outdoor deck and everyone wanted to grab a drink and sit outside on the deck. As we're walking towards the deck I notice this cute red head walk into the bar who I also noticed at the picnic. So while everyone else headed to the deck, I circled back to bar to chat with the red head. She sat at the bar with a girlfriend, I walked up to them and before I could say anything they both burst out laughing. I forgot I still had my "CatFish Bill" name tag on. Red head's name was Lisa, and she asked me what I did for work and for some reason I told her that I was "a swim instructor at the YMCA and I teach troubled youths how to swim". I have no idea how or why that popped into my mind. Lisa and her friend seemed impressed. There was definitely some mutual flirting going on between Lisa and myself, though her wet blanket of a friend kept complaining about how she had to get up early and that they should leave. I told Lisa she should stay because it's not every night you get to have drinks with a guy named CatFish Bill. The wet blanket friend was persistent about leaving, so I told her I'd go for the ride to bring wet blanket home and then we'd come back to the bar. Apparently that came across as "creepy". So the lovely red-headed Lisa told me she'd bring her friend home and then come back. I didn't believe her that she'd come back, but I gave up my pursuit and let her leave with the wet blanket.Instead of going outside on the deck with the rest of the group I went there with, I decided to sit at the bar and do shots by myself. It was lovely. Then a large hefty woman with the hairiest arms I've ever seen plopped down on the stool next to me. She kinda looked like a white Nell Carter, but with really hairy arms. She looked at the bartender and said "hey slim, do you have any Amstel Light?" He said no. Then she says "ok, then give me a Bud". She was extremely loud and her voice was booming. She looked up and down the bar and then said "no popcorn, no peanuts, that's damn shame" I assume she was talking to me so I said "Its quite a travesty". She made some kind of a giggle/snort noise and then grabbed my name tag with her grizzly bear paw and made another strange grunt/giggle. I found her oddly entertaining. I had another shot and then got Frosty's text about Amanda H getting engaged and I loudly blurted out "MOTHER EFFER". My large hairy-armed new friend asked what was wrong and I told her that Amanda H got engaged. She asked who she was and I said she was the girl of my dreams. The wooley mammoth then said "well if she's with another guy, then I guess the "H" stands for "whore". I laughed and then started to tell her that the word "whore" started with a "w" and not an "h" but then I said "ah never mind, I think I love you". She said "ah sheet, settle down funny guy". She then said my real name couldn't be CatFish Bill, and asked what my real name was. Thinking of GMTAN characters, I told her my real name was Bentley Von-Shukernicki. She said "CatFish Bill" was cooler. I don't remember what her real name was, but she told me that her nickname growing up was "Boogers" and that her family still calls her "Boogers". I nearly choked on my beer from laughing so hard.So me and Boogers did a shot together and then some guys sits down on the stool on the other side of me with tattoos all over his arms and neck. I think he noticed that me and Boogers were staring at him, so he turned and looked at me and then he looked Boogers up and down. I was wildly drunk at this point and said to him "don't even think about it fella, Boogers is with me". He glared and said "dude, don't mess me, I've already violated my parole once today and I'm not afraid to do it again". I responded: "Are you Finless?" He glared again and said "hey funny guy, back off or I'll cut you." I told him I'd buy a round of shots if he promised not to cut me or Boogers. He agreed and the three of us did a shot together. One of my buddies came in from the deck to get another round of drinks and he did a double take when he saw me sitting at the bar yucking it up with my new friends. He asked if I was going to come outside on the deck with everyone else and I responded: "nope, I'm gonna hang out in here with Boogers and Finless". He was clearly puzzled and went back outside. A couple rounds later, the Finless character announced he was leaving because he felt like there were too many eyes on him. Boogers got up to use the ladies room and as she got up she said "well CatFish, while I'm gone you should figure out if you wanna come over my place and do stuff". I'm not sure what scared me more: the thought of doing stuff with Boogers, or that fact that I was strongly considering it. So I wandered out to the deck and most of the people I came there with had left. My buddy says to me "hey I'm taking off, do you need a ride or are you ok?" I replied: "I'm considering going home with a large hairy woman named Boogers. Does it look like I'm ok?" I told him I'd meet him at the car and I went back inside to pay my tab and say good bye to Boogers. I think she farted when I hugged her. It was the perfect end to our encounter.I got home and seriously gave thought to making chicken and then catching a jerk on the couch. Instead, I had a freeze pop and passed out before I could find any thing inspiring on Cinemax. So this morning I had my brother drive me to the bar I was at so I could pick up my car, which was great because not only did that mean that I was smart enough not to drive home last night, but it also meant I could pick up my debit card that I left at the bar. The bar wasn't open yet so I went back at lunch today to get my debit card and the bartender from last night was there and he thanked me for the generous tip I gave him and the laughs I provided him. He said I reminded him of Dudley Moore's character in "Arthur" (I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not) I'm thinking I'll take it easy tonight and have a quiet evening at home. Probably see some of you in the Drunk thread later.I'm about to shower and manscape before heading out to a Chamber Picnic thingy that is supposed to be about "having a fun evening" and the only rule is that no one is supposed to talk about business. I'm not sure if my liver is aroused or afraid about what is going to happen tonight. Some of you should be expecting texts of toilets, my junk and/or nipples around 8pm-ish eastern time. I've already made out my "CatFish Bill" name tag, I just wish I had time to stop and buy some white pants.
Without seeing Boogers, I think I can safely say that I've done worse. :hoggin':Badass story Zooks. I could almost feel myself hugging Boogers and sizing her up for sexytime.
It's awesome how I had them in my teaser rotation.I know it's just the preseason, but the 49ers punted on their first 9 possessions
Good call. Struck out in his first at bat.No actionAnd by the way, I'm going to recommend anybody with a sportsbook account put some money on that Alvarez play. Besides my numbers, I looked it up and Alvarez strikes out at the second highest rate in the majors behind only Adam Dunn, while Greinke leads all starters in Ks/9 innings.What happens if a player doesn't play?Pena (chc) NO RBI -150
Zobrist (tb) UNDER 2.5 h+r+bi -180
Damon (tb) NO RBI -190
Ankiel (was) NO Run -170
Cuddyer (min) NO RBI -190
Abreu (laa) NO RBI -190
Davis (tor) NO Run -190
Keppinger (sf) YES Hit -250
Bartlett (sd) YES Hit -260
Alvarez (pit) YES K -200 ***2 units***
Pierzynski (chw) YES Hit -280
Smith (col) YES Hit -240
Theriot (stl) YES Hit -220

I told her my real name was Bentley Von-Shukernicki. She said "CatFish Bill" was cooler. I don't remember what her real name was, but she told me that her nickname growing up was "Boogers" and that her family still calls her "Boogers". I nearly choked on my beer from laughing so hard.So me and Boogers did a shot together and then some guys sits down on the stool on the other side of me with tattoos all over his arms and neck. I think he noticed that me and Boogers were staring at him, so he turned and looked at me and then he looked Boogers up and down. I was wildly drunk at this point and said to him "don't even think about it fella, Boogers is with me". He glared and said "dude, don't mess me, I've already violated my parole once today and I'm not afraid to do it again". I responded: "Are you Finless?"
 
  
Shotgun on this aliasBentley Von-Shukernicki
Sorry about your crappy week. My condolences to you, and Krista and BobbyLane.Needed that laugh Gadzooks!
FOUND IT!It was pre-this thread when I thought interacting with internet people in real life was way too weird. I've still never met anybody face-to-face even though TRE and I live right around the corner from each other and frequent the same bars from time to time.Thanks for the phone call, peehole.I too have been to Voodoo Doughnuts. It was good. Not sure if it's quite worth that kind of hype, but quite good.
lolI told her my real name was Bentley Von-Shukernicki. She said "CatFish Bill" was cooler. I don't remember what her real name was, but she told me that her nickname growing up was "Boogers" and that her family still calls her "Boogers". I nearly choked on my beer from laughing so hard.So me and Boogers did a shot together and then some guys sits down on the stool on the other side of me with tattoos all over his arms and neck. I think he noticed that me and Boogers were staring at him, so he turned and looked at me and then he looked Boogers up and down. I was wildly drunk at this point and said to him "don't even think about it fella, Boogers is with me". He glared and said "dude, don't mess me, I've already violated my parole once today and I'm not afraid to do it again". I responded: "Are you Finless?"


If you missed it, GM posted one of the greatest facebook pics ever today.
 That should be in the caption contest thing.
  That should be in the caption contest thing.Do you people think my name is Frost-ILL-i-cus or FROST-i-LICOUS-us?
 I say it in the Grampa Simpson voice, "Me and Frostillicus..."
  I say it in the Grampa Simpson voice, "Me and Frostillicus..."I like the way, hypothetically, you guys think. I would like to hear from the lawyerbirds though.finders keepers. that's a law.actually, it might even be in your contract.
The first one. I always picture you posting from a freezer at 7-11.Do you people think my name is Frost-ILL-i-cus or FROST-i-LICOUS-us?

