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Soccer team won today 11-0. That was our first win. I'd like to say it's because we had a coaching session with the UK Coaches on Thursday, or because I ran a new substitution pattern, or because our guys are finally 'getting it'. But the fact of the matter is we played a team so damn bad that I actually refused to let our guys cross mid-field with 10 minutes left in the game....AND WE STILL SCORED. I felt so bad for the other coach. He was wearing a Washington State sweatshirt. Very fitting. Poor dude. :( Off to Eugene with my buddy Brent for the Oregon/ASU game. We're staying at the Value Inn Motel in the absolute worst part of town. The reviews of this hotel are so bad that I'm bringing my sleeping bag to use on top of their bed. Pillows too. I might steal a bunch of those toilet covers from the Rest Stop in Salem. But on the plus side, my ex-wife filled up a flask of Jameson for me last night when I picked up the boys. Thanks Flags! :bye: Look for me on ESPN. I'm 5 rows up in the endzone. Anytime I see a camera, I'll do the blow-job motion and wink.
Congrats Vince!
 
New texts: I am now to blame for people at her job hating her and her being trashed all over town. Both of these are actually true, but not my doing.
Start hiding......... Literally.
This was an unexpected turn of events. I live in a small town. As I said in the post summarizing her initial crazy outburst, one of her demands was that I stop seeing two good friends (who have now been well documented in this thread). The words "bimbos" and "whores" were thrown around. Given the fact that this 5-day old "relationship" was in no way going to get me to stop spending my time with two beautiful women a full 18 years younger than me, I ran out the door. When Tanner's girlfriend called me to see how the night went, I told her about the whole thing.Turns out that crazy chick works at a restaurant that is owned by a good friend of all of ours, and someone (I assume that it was our pretty blonde) told him this story. She got to work last night and apparently found out that you don't get to pull crazy in a small town, and that her insanity has been brought to light. Her last message last night: "You win. I am completely devastated. The whole town thinks I am a bad person. You are a very powerful man and my jealousy was unwarranted. I am going to go take a bath and cry myself to sleep."I'm hoping to make it through the weekend.
 
Soccer team won today 11-0. That was our first win. I'd like to say it's because we had a coaching session with the UK Coaches on Thursday, or because I ran a new substitution pattern, or because our guys are finally 'getting it'. But the fact of the matter is we played a team so damn bad that I actually refused to let our guys cross mid-field with 10 minutes left in the game....AND WE STILL SCORED.

I felt so bad for the other coach. He was wearing a Washington State sweatshirt. Very fitting. Poor dude. :(

Off to Eugene with my buddy Brent for the Oregon/ASU game. We're staying at the Value Inn Motel in the absolute worst part of town. The reviews of this hotel are so bad that I'm bringing my sleeping bag to use on top of their bed. Pillows too. I might steal a bunch of those toilet covers from the Rest Stop in Salem.

But on the plus side, my ex-wife filled up a flask of Jameson for me last night when I picked up the boys. Thanks Flags! :bye:

Look for me on ESPN. I'm 5 rows up in the endzone. Anytime I see a camera, I'll do the blow-job motion and wink.
:lmao: God I hope you make it on tv

 
logged on to live betting to double up on LSU -13 and as soon as I was getting ready to make the bet LSU picks it off and returns in 88 yards. Really thinking aobut -17.5 right now

 
Great tailgate today. Taking a little break on my liver now before I punish it with tequila during the rangers game tonight.

 
Also :lmao: at the recent "I got a piece of strange and now she wants me to do it again, what do I do?!!". :oldmarriedguy:
don't judge me. :bag:
:lmao: Not judging at all GB. Maybe I just remember the single days more fondly than I should or maybe it is just that there wasn't texting, or cell phones or innernets back then. Now I wouldn't want a dozen texts the next day but a couple would be kind of nice. Unless we are in Vegas or something our love making usually goes one of two ways:Me: You ready for a seconds?

Mrs. SLB: No, I'm satisfied.

Me: You sure?....I didn't think you...

Mrs. SLB: Oh yeah. You're a stud, I'm completely satisfied, I don't need any more.

Me: But...

Mrs. SLB: Go to sleep.

or

Mrs. SLB: Uh, that's it?

Me: (turns on fan) ZZZZZZ

It's gets way worse.

 
Forgot to take the camera. At one point, JR was corn holing with four college girls. Not bad for a two year old.
you're not at the game?
Bentley has made the enlightened decision to buy a converted school bus and party like a rock star before the game, rather than drag AngryWife and a couple of rugrats in and out of Memorial Stadium. Plus, the team is not very good right now. :bag:
 
New texts: I am now to blame for people at her job hating her and her being trashed all over town. Both of these are actually true, but not my doing.
Start hiding......... Literally.
This was an unexpected turn of events. I live in a small town. As I said in the post summarizing her initial crazy outburst, one of her demands was that I stop seeing two good friends (who have now been well documented in this thread). The words "bimbos" and "whores" were thrown around. Given the fact that this 5-day old "relationship" was in no way going to get me to stop spending my time with two beautiful women a full 18 years younger than me, I ran out the door. When Tanner's girlfriend called me to see how the night went, I told her about the whole thing.Turns out that crazy chick works at a restaurant that is owned by a good friend of all of ours, and someone (I assume that it was our pretty blonde) told him this story. She got to work last night and apparently found out that you don't get to pull crazy in a small town, and that her insanity has been brought to light. Her last message last night: "You win. I am completely devastated. The whole town thinks I am a bad person. You are a very powerful man and my jealousy was unwarranted. I am going to go take a bath and cry myself to sleep."I'm hoping to make it through the weekend.
Start hiding rabbits.
 
So the team I call for is now riding a scintillating 20-game losing streak. I've had the pleasure of calling the last 16. It becomes more difficult every week to not start going all Harry Doyle on the air.
21. :banned:
Want me to send them a double-wing playbook?
That's what they run. :wall:
:lmao: Ouch. It is execution, talent, coaching or all 3?
Mostly talent, but the execution and coaching aren't winning any awards either.
The same phrase has been used to describe my performance in the bedroom.
Who's your coach? Does he wear a whistle?
 
night shaping up. octoberfest-themed party early, followed by drinks with young Megan later.

see you in the drunk thread, people.

 
I'm gonna need a pic of you shirtless. Or could Truck do a cartoon about this?
:lmao: Never gonna happen.
nipples up? crop it at the chin.
No, I take quite enough abuse around here already, thanks.
sorry zooks. i tried.
Thanks for the effort. He's being a little weird about posting pics of himself naked from the waist up on the internet.
 
'Guster said:
'desert rose said:
'YSR said:
Moving Day!

Hasta la pasta, Jacksonville.
Goodbye JV, hello SC or Tennesse, land of the hoarders?
:goodposting: How did that all end up working out??
As much of an update as I can give - and I will in no way be offended by any TL;DRs, so I'll shorten:
As a matter of background: I moved to FL in February 2010 to be with my then-boyfriend/now-husband. It has been a pretty miserable year-and-a-half for many reasons, with the one bright spot being our engagement and marriage. In mid-December of last year I had a bit of a meltdown, basically telling him how unhappy I was in Jacksonville, and his response was, "Where do you want to go? We will go wherever you want to go". I said SC. Done. That was our plan for the months that followed, including a 200+ person engagement party in April where I was putting out job feelers for us both.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a guy stop by our house in Jacksonville and he decided to rent it. We had had it on the market for 60 days with no real bites, so this was a nice change. This new renter happens to work in an industry in which Mr. YSR has had some interest for some time, so they got to talking and it just so happened that our renter "knew a guy" in Knoxville who could hire the Mr. immediately.

Mr. YSR has several rental houses in Knoxville and one just so happened to be vacant when all of this went down. So, because neither of us has a job at this very moment, I was open to the idea, but still wanted him to follow up on some job leads in SC. When I pressed him on his follow-up efforts, we got into a "discussion" and in the heat of the argument, it came out that he isn't all that crazy about moving to SC.

I knew, and I really appreciated, the fact that SC probably wasn't his #1 choice of places to go but that he was going for my benefit. What upset me last week was the fact that I didn't know that he didn't really want to move there - I feel like I would have dealt with that a lot better months ago and wouldn't have put the time and energy into job searches for us. Not to mention the emotional energy that I've put in with my excitement about moving back to where I feel most grounded.

Fast forward a little to the end of this past week. Turns out that Mr. YSR's little sister has gotten back into drugs - this time she's using needles - so she's out of a job and has a condo mortgage to deal with. Her parents have been paying the mortgage for a few months but they really can't any longer. So, we are moving into her condo in Knoxville, taking on her mortgage, and going from there. She and her 15-month-old (dad is in prison) have moved back in with my in-laws (the hoarders) and some kind of detox program is being looked into.

I will say here and now that the biggest issue that we have in our marriage is his parents, specifically his mother. My tolerance of her and her passive aggressiveness has recently plummeted, but he is completely deaf to any reason regarding her. At some point we will likely need to involve a 3rd party in conversations regarding her.

So, Mr. YSR has had a couple of interviews in SC, and we had a really productive talk on Thursday about how Knoxville could ultimately be the demise of our relationship. We are likely going to be there for a couple of months and all I can think is that I can do anything for two months. So, we'll be there for now, since we have a place to stay, but I'm still looking for work in SC and will continue to do so for him.

Right now, I'm at my parents' house in SC. Drove the trailer up today. Mr. YSR will be here in about 2 hours, and then we will continue on to Knoxville tomorrow.
 
Wow YSR. What a total cluster!@#$. I hope it all works out, but it's going to be like trying to untie the Gordian Knot...

Oh if you need someone to cut the lawn at your new condo, give me a ring. I come cheap and the Knoxville knights won't bother you on account that I come from the north. Gracias. I mean merci.

 
As much of an update as I can give - and I will in no way be offended by any TL;DRs, so I'll shorten:

As a matter of background: I moved to FL in February 2010 to be with my then-boyfriend/now-husband. It has been a pretty miserable year-and-a-half for many reasons, with the one bright spot being our engagement and marriage. In mid-December of last year I had a bit of a meltdown, basically telling him how unhappy I was in Jacksonville, and his response was, "Where do you want to go? We will go wherever you want to go". I said SC. Done. That was our plan for the months that followed, including a 200+ person engagement party in April where I was putting out job feelers for us both.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a guy stop by our house in Jacksonville and he decided to rent it. We had had it on the market for 60 days with no real bites, so this was a nice change. This new renter happens to work in an industry in which Mr. YSR has had some interest for some time, so they got to talking and it just so happened that our renter "knew a guy" in Knoxville who could hire the Mr. immediately.

Mr. YSR has several rental houses in Knoxville and one just so happened to be vacant when all of this went down. So, because neither of us has a job at this very moment, I was open to the idea, but still wanted him to follow up on some job leads in SC. When I pressed him on his follow-up efforts, we got into a "discussion" and in the heat of the argument, it came out that he isn't all that crazy about moving to SC.

I knew, and I really appreciated, the fact that SC probably wasn't his #1 choice of places to go but that he was going for my benefit. What upset me last week was the fact that I didn't know that he didn't really want to move there - I feel like I would have dealt with that a lot better months ago and wouldn't have put the time and energy into job searches for us. Not to mention the emotional energy that I've put in with my excitement about moving back to where I feel most grounded.

Fast forward a little to the end of this past week. Turns out that Mr. YSR's little sister has gotten back into drugs - this time she's using needles - so she's out of a job and has a condo mortgage to deal with. Her parents have been paying the mortgage for a few months but they really can't any longer. So, we are moving into her condo in Knoxville, taking on her mortgage, and going from there. She and her 15-month-old (dad is in prison) have moved back in with my in-laws (the hoarders) and some kind of detox program is being looked into.

I will say here and now that the biggest issue that we have in our marriage is his parents, specifically his mother. My tolerance of her and her passive aggressiveness has recently plummeted, but he is completely deaf to any reason regarding her. At some point we will likely need to involve a 3rd party in conversations regarding her.

So, Mr. YSR has had a couple of interviews in SC, and we had a really productive talk on Thursday about how Knoxville could ultimately be the demise of our relationship. We are likely going to be there for a couple of months and all I can think is that I can do anything for two months. So, we'll be there for now, since we have a place to stay, but I'm still looking for work in SC and will continue to do so for him.

Right now, I'm at my parents' house in SC. Drove the trailer up today. Mr. YSR will be here in about 2 hours, and then we will continue on to Knoxville tomorrow.
Yikes. Good luck with Romo and the in-laws. Hypothetically speaking, if (God forbid) things end up not working out for the YSR's, and YSR marries me, would the Gadzooks/YSR wedding reception be the greatest GMTAN Cornhole EVER???

 
*snip*out of curiosity, what's the strong pull for SC? and why would not living there be the demise of your relationship?
This probably gets more into personal psyches and ####, but I had an amazing life there before I moved to FL. Great job, great friends, etc. I can easily see us re-integrating into that life.The demise of the marriage is not about Greenville, or Knoxville, per se. It is, instead about the proximity to the crazies/hoarders (<10 miles). Also, my MIL threshhold has hit an alltime low of 13 minutes. Yikes.
 
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(

I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:

I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!

On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:

 

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