As it stand, November 13th or -ish
Words play a funny trick, one moment you contemplate yourself the next semi-sober HST, then next you're trying to figure out how you type a complete sentance to two-year-olds (there's a trick question somewhere there). None of this matter or does justice to the complete and total abandonment that I've shown to one of my own. I'm ready for the Dateline, but I'm expecting KONG news and Jessie.
Sometimes a climate so ugly and nauseous forces those comfortable with the sidelines to find their helmet and "get back in f'n the game". Yes, sometimes there can be no excuse, sometimes reasons simply do not matter, but at a times like now, I can think of no better place to be than with my brother(s)the Lodge, and waiting for my oil to be changed.
We've lost so many of our own, to so many a poor excuse that I place myself on the front of the alter, but alas poor brother, no more. Let the guard of feminist, sexist, nerdish, bronco-ish and Southern Califonia-ish walls be brough down with a mighty Tuba blow and the chant of a nation that screams for more than just a participatory trophy. Make no mistake brothers, we have no choice, but to be "in it to win the whole f'n thing".
A wad of bazooka joe only spoke as loud as when you could feel the plastic felt grip of a 28" Easton between your hands. Post routes are only as good as your accuracy between mailboxes. And tall boys are only as good as the words they inspire.
I'm not sure when it begins, but I've had a taste of what it looks like when it ends, and I'm not all in on Mariner season tickets yet. My teams deserve better, and I know for a damn sure that you all deserve better, so while I won't promise anything worth quality, I will only promise a f'n effort and that's about 100% more than you've received from me and my football team in a long time, (notwithstanding the 425's own Newport Knight's, whom I'm convinced have hired Senator hopeful Tom Osburne as an Offensive Consultant).
And because I'm emotionaly and out of words to say, I'm going to let Coach Gaines take us out and get ready for the Bruins:
Sometimes a climate so ugly and nauseous forces those comfortable with the sidelines to find their helmet and "get back in f'n the game". Yes, sometimes there can be no excuse, sometimes reasons simply do not matter, but at a times like now, I can think of no better place to be than with my brother(s)the Lodge, and waiting for my oil to be changed.
We've lost so many of our own, to so many a poor excuse that I place myself on the front of the alter, but alas poor brother, no more. Let the guard of feminist, sexist, nerdish, bronco-ish and Southern Califonia-ish walls be brough down with a mighty Tuba blow and the chant of a nation that screams for more than just a participatory trophy. Make no mistake brothers, we have no choice, but to be "in it to win the whole f'n thing".
A wad of bazooka joe only spoke as loud as when you could feel the plastic felt grip of a 28" Easton between your hands. Post routes are only as good as your accuracy between mailboxes. And tall boys are only as good as the words they inspire.
I'm not sure when it begins, but I've had a taste of what it looks like when it ends, and I'm not all in on Mariner season tickets yet. My teams deserve better, and I know for a damn sure that you all deserve better, so while I won't promise anything worth quality, I will only promise a f'n effort and that's about 100% more than you've received from me and my football team in a long time, (notwithstanding the 425's own Newport Knight's, whom I'm convinced have hired Senator hopeful Tom Osburne as an Offensive Consultant).
And because I'm emotionaly and out of words to say, I'm going to let Coach Gaines take us out and get ready for the Bruins:
posted by Jimbo at 11:15 PM
3 Comments:
I love it... I am sensing something big. Maybe a Reno Hightower hail mary, I don't know but something big I tell you...
I'm not sure what those last 500 words really meant. It was passionate... I'll give you that. But we will see if it leads to anything.
I felt the rant was John "Bluto" Blutarsky inspired. Look what happened when he spoke... The Deltas wreaked havok on the homecoming parade. The only thing Jim's rant was missing was Otis day and the Knights...Otis my man!
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