I have no topics to blog about lately since I haven't done anything other than lay around and try and repair the Holstein. The muscle tear must not have been good It has a concentrated bruise that is really starting to look ugly but I am trying to walk as much as possible and get the blood flowing through there so I think I must be on the road to recovery.. I need to be.. I am going 4 wheeling this weekend. So anyway today the post is going to have no structure so I am just really going to throw crap out.. Baseball playoffs no one cares.. I don't know why but I thought I would try and watch a little preseason hoop to see if the wolves would spark my interest. I still love the wolves but I mean it is just so hard to watch.. BS sent me an article that I was thinking the same thing.. The Wolves have no identity they have no style they have no strength they have no future .. A couple of quick impressions KG is getting some Chris Weberidus in his body he still gets it done he just looks lethargic and slow moving the energy is there he is just lost some of his explosive playmaking.. It could be preseason and all or it could be the pounding is taking it out of ticket or it could be he looks around and sees no chance of winning.. Mike James is very Cassel like he should have a nice year for the wolves..The front court is the worst in the NBA I can't think of a worse team unit than the wolves. They have no depth no strength no height no scoring ohhh. They are bad here.. The backcourt is average that has a chance to be pretty good with Mcants,Foye and James.. Tdud makes me sick.. I am bored with Ricky D he gets destroyed playing defense I am not sure he is any better than Wally on the d end. Ok more observations on them later..
The weight is going really well I am not breaking any rules and I am not gaining anything even though I am unable to do anything other than work and lay around.. Just some uncomfortable moments I need to get out there.. FT is traveling for work (and he is not the most relaxed person in the world) and he is sitting on the plan when a person sitting behind him whose name lacks vowels starts praying to Allah as the plane takes flight.. Apparently FT is quite unnerved by this chanting and moves his seat so he can watch his actions throughout the flight.. I don't know why but that just cracks me up.. So I meet with our small group from our church and we are having a fun night where we just get together and socialize.. So the couple hosting the party has this beautiful deck in the back of their house and they have one of these little portable fireplace things that we are all sitting around.. I have never really used one of these I thought they where stupid.. They are not it is pretty cool.. Anyway we play this game Outburst as a team guys against the girls.. The game is like the family feud where there are 10 answers to the topic stated and you try to guess as many as you can as a team.. Well all is going well with topics like characters on the Flintstones and whatever but a few turns later.. The guys get this topic famous porno films and characters.. So here I sit with my Church group hmm and for some reasons the women decide to test the men and see how many they can.. This sends my head spinning I don't know this people well enough to start saying Johnny the Wad or DeepThroat well I could go but the guys are all looking at each other and wondering what answers are common answers or if an answer is going to make you look like a raving pervert. I ended up saying nothing more than behind the green door and linda lovelace.. Why does that stuff happen.. I know this is weak today but really I don't care..
Vikes should probably break out their offensive funk this weekend.. I am betting this game is high scoring I will say Vikes 27 Seattle 30..
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D and crew,
Halleluia...Halleluia...Halleluia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
McKack invites me to the Mankato State v. St. Cloud State game in Mankato last night...us and a bunch of guys from his work...one guy I'd gone to hockey before with..very cool guy we'll call ears...two other guys...one guy I'll call ipod (very cool guy late forties who's into Jimmy Buffet, the Eagles, Gear Daddies, etc.)...and...yes...another guy we'll call Mr. Causticity (or just Mr. C)
As you might guess, Mr. C is the focus of my ramble this morning. What absolutely amazed me about last night is...McKack actually has a friend who rubs people the wrong way more, much, much more...and faster...than I could ever hope to. Mr. C has also been groomed by McKack with every guys weekend and high school story related to our merry bunch, and in particular me, to have material on me all evening. He pretty much announces right up front that he's heard of my skills in the areas of lyrics and mockery, and tells me he's not afraid. So now I'm thinking "great...I'm gonna have to be on my game all evening instead of watching the Huskies kick some Mav arse, at the hands of some twirp out to prove Howie's choice of ascerbicly gifted friends is somehow flawed." Instead the guy ends up being very clever and funny, and a fun guy to enjoy a game with....but...
This guy can't get along with anyone...he announces just outside of Shakopee on the way down to Mankato, that he has to pee so bad that we need to pull over along side the road...the driver obviously decides he'll mess with the guy, so he keeps saying next under pass, or next gas station, or around the next corner...all the way to St, Peter. We finally get to St. Peter, and pull in to the Dairy Queen, where just as we pull in, we see an old guy who looks like he has diarrhea, two-stepping it double quick to the mens room. Mr. C launches into a not-so silent explitive fusilade. The van comes to a stop, Mr. C jumps out, finds he's faced with a one person locked bathroom, so he runs behind an LP tank and relieves himself right there 30 feet from highway 169. Get inside the Dairy Queen (because we're there already, and because they have delicious chili-cheese dogs)...Mr. C. starts arguing shotgun rules with me in the St. Peter Dairy Queen...before I can even respond to Mr. C and his latest challenge, I actually had a hot chick and her boyfriend, and the chubby girl behind the counter chime-in...siding with me about shotgun rules just because they instantly hated the guy!!! Beautiful!!!
Move on the the bar in Mankato we hit before the game...in two minutes Mr. C has the hot female bartender so irritated with him, and thinking I'm Robin Williams by comparison, that she's loading up my tequila shots to near doubles.
Now at the game, these three hot SCSU girls and their smaller than average hubby's are cheering with Mr. C and I, and McKack strikes up a conversation with hottie number one (We'll call her black t-bar for reasons that if you all were there, would have been several times obvious (had we been at famous Dave's, T-Bar's upper dimensions might also have been characterized as another term for ordering the full SLAB ;) )).
McKack shares some of his sunflower seeds with T-Bar and next thing you know, she's hammered and looking into McKack's eyes like he's Fabio. Mr. C then tries to strike up a conversation with T-Bar...long story short...by the end of the evening...Huskies 4, Mankato 2, and Mr. C's moved his seat to get away from her, and he's flipping her off calling her bitch, and she's yelling across the rink good night asshole!!!
I can't remember an evening where I wasn't to some degree Mr. C...but this guy was a pure genius on honking people off...people just seemed to get him, and that he was the guy that invited people at first glance to hate him...and for an evening it was nice to be a much beloved, albiet chubby JLO.
Mr. C was Jaleleno to by bell pepper...and sometimes that can a great way to relax and enjoy an evening...Thanks for a Great evening Mr. C!!!!
Peace,
JLO
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