this guy thinks the Reds could ditch Dusty and try to get LaRussa and Duncan. im at the point where anything different would be better than Dusty, but that’s just my emotions getting the best of me. could this be a good idea?

I’d like to make a return trip to Herb and Thelma’s!

Dusty is such an easy mark…although its not going to be a much fun in 2010 without a Dick Pole caricaturization. Laloser would not be all that popular with ‘old school’ Cincinnati baseball fans…so maybe that alone would be reason enough to bring him here…but it ain’t gonna happen.

This is not a terribly exciting game. Looks like the Deadbirds are going quietly.

First I’ve seen him since he was traded. -j

are pretty scary.

that was quick

And I’ve fallen in love all over again with Lea Thompson.

In games against Denver, Green Bay, Pittsburgh and Cleveland, the foursome of Brandon Marshall, Greg Jennings, Santonio Holmes and Braylon Edwards combined to catch five balls for 45 yards and zero touchdowns

yay finally something is happening.

it was one of the most satisfying theatre experiences ive had in a long time. i’d nominate it for an Oscar!

Identify yourselves (or each other)

I believe 3 Fast has his back to you. I’m the charming fellow with the blurred face and the broken bobblehead in the middle, and Ash and Farney round out the group.

Helluva performance!

FUCK MARYLAND.

I went to a haunted forest tonight, which was really cool. But it got kind of scary when my gas light came on as soon as I pulled into the parking lot. I’d seen a Chevron station a couple miles back, so I figured I’d gas up as we left. We do the haunted forest thing, get appropriately spooked and snarky, and leave around 11:00. The gas light is staring at me like the goddamn Eye of Sauron, and the needle is pointing squarely at E. I’m holding my breath waiting for the Chevron station to appear around each bend in the round. Finally, it’s there! ….darkened. Closed. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I know I passed other gas stations, but I have no idea how far away they are. I keep driving, keeping an eye on the side of the road, trying to judge if there’s enough of a shoulder to pull off on if I have to. Usually there isn’t. Finally, 12 miles later, and in the grips of panic, an illuminated Shell station appears. Hallelujah! I pull in to a pump behind a guy… just as he throws his car in reverse. I’m screaming “Hey! Hey!” but can’t think to honk the horn or flash my lights. CRUNCH.

A kid gets out. Honestly, he’s gotten the worst of it, although it wasn’t very bad at all. I end up with a bent license plate. I take down his information and finally get some gas. I go to get a Coke to settle my nerves. The door’s locked. I push again, noticing an attendant inside. He comes and lets me in. I grab a 99 cent bottle, just as he sullenly says, “I don’t have any change.” I fish around in my pockets. No coins. “Never mind then,” I grumble, and drive off.

Fuck this stupid hillbilly state. And fuck driver’s in the DC Metro region. I’ve been rear ended or backed into at least five times in four years. You all suck, and I hate you.

But your haunted forest’s are pretty cool.