Hate to be cocky but wow Lebreezy is that good, 1 on 5 who needs Jordan or Kobe! I am sick of listening to Jim Rome, pick up your local Metro or Business section, believe me you will fare better with that. "King OF" bro i know you're coming from a good place, but believe me these Clevleand Cats have been working...
As soon as I saw the clock hit triple 000 er oooo i called my cousins in the Chi to let them know we have the most gifted athlete errrrrrrrrrr scorer, phenom, (superlative for days mons) but whatever the dude is dirt! The Comestronger Community is supposed to be global, all i gotta say is LeBron is trying to hit a 10 and she's got some dank betweeen her legs. 48 duckets cheers to Bron Bron and everyone from the Town ( the goof behind the glass at Sonoco(s) Klugs prunciation( I am coming from a good place) Cheers to you guys! Big ups to the best player ever!" LeBron James Hall of Fame Before I got in the Game, it's a damn shame" -Some freestyle I heard
Friday, June 1, 2007
Tonight's the Night, Cavs Basketball
I started this night off having a couple glasses of red wine and watching the pregame show on TNT and the first quarter. I ended it by slamming shots of Jameson and doing my trademark "eagle swooping" move down the middle of a crowded and bustling 18th street in Adams Morgan with some third-world type launching his jumbo slice at me. This was an incredible performance and hopefully a sign of things to come. I encourage you all to listen to the song on the link I am about to post. It is a nostalgic tribute to the old glory days when we made the trek out to Richfield. Look at the middle of the page and click on the link for Michael Stanley's "Tonight's the Night." I have it on repeat as I go to bed in a drunken stupor.
P.S. This post did not even need mentioning of the obvious - King, Witness, Chosen One etc. it has all been said - now, it is a reality.
Tomorrow is my last day of work for a few years. If heaven can only be like this.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Larry Larry Larry
Just saw on the ESPNticker Larry Hughes is likely to miss tomorrow's game, what a surprise. All this guy is good at is getting hurt. Hurray! Cleveland the Cavaliers play a lot better without this clown. Flip Murray helped us in his absence last year. The 360 layups he attempts while flying in the lane have a very high level of difficulty and he seems to forget the role of a point guard every game. He doesn't finish plays and laughs whenever he turns the ball over and doesn't draw the call. This is probably the worst signing in the resurgence of any professional organization. Danny Ferry is at fault for all of this, no wonder the guy looks sleepless. I hope the Cavaliers or Lebron tie it up tomorrow. Bottom line- he sucks terribly and we would never have this idiot if Boozer "didn't stab man a blind man in the back" (Johnny shared this defeatist Cleveland sports fan cliche with me). Larry is soft as shit and shouldn't be taking after a tattoo fad 'Lil Wayne and Baby created.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Uomo Universale
As I am now back in the States, I was reflecting on my great experience and strenuous classes while being abroad in Eire. I was also recalling some funny conversations I had with a few of my pals while travelling, and one conversation stuck out.
My good friend Sean was studying abroad in Prague (locally pronounced Praha) and he went on a passion filled tangent on some of the squares who study abroad. I'll touch on a few highlights, as I was quite amused by the observation and I hope the comestronger community is as well.
Sean was poking fun at certain students who study abroad for a semester, that is, 5 months of their life, and quickly come to the conclusion and bold assertion that they are "Never coming back to the States, dude" or "Definitely going to live there, man." These kids state that the current country they are in is "So much better than the US" and that "they are having the time of their life. I would be remiss not too mention that this experience is a blast, but as Sean put it
-it is a 6 month vacation.
-you are travelling to some of the most exotic and coolest places in the world.
-you are with good people and meeting up with great friends.
-classes are a joke.
-for most, you are blowing $10,000 of your PARENT'S money.
and take Prague for example
-there are 4 main beers, which are all quite good, which call the city their home.
-weed is legal "in small amounts" (there is no set law)
-its dirt cheap (not all places however, but who cares cause its the old man's flow)
So, when examining the points above we all can see that its a very tough life when abroad.
How about when (lets not include some places like London, etc)
-you need a job?
-you want certain rights?
-you get sick?
-you arent on an open budget?
-you dont know the language and are there for an extended period of time?
Im not saying that the States are a Utopia (not including Cleveland), but cmon.
The funny thing is, these strokers that boldly make this statement are the simpletons that could never hack it over there. If they had to stay another month after classes ended and their friends left they would crumble. So, in hindsight, I would like to tell these students errrrr vacationers to shut their trap, have fun while overseas (the time of their life!!!), and get the hell back to the States. Don't ever say that again.
If yaaa smellalalalalala, what the rock....is cookin.
In other news, I hope this long weekend (big surprise RoRo wanted to start work around this time) was just a break for comestronger's blog contributors. Anybody know on the whereabouts of Jonny??
A few letters to Rome
-The Falcons are screwed they let Matt Schaub go.
Signed, Lassie
-Favorite Food: Chicken
-Favorite Athlete: Marcus Vick, Clinton Portis, and Little Jerry Seinfeld
-Favorite Movie: Homeward Bound
-Favorite TV show: Scooby Doo
My card is Mastercard, My name Michael Vick
My good friend Sean was studying abroad in Prague (locally pronounced Praha) and he went on a passion filled tangent on some of the squares who study abroad. I'll touch on a few highlights, as I was quite amused by the observation and I hope the comestronger community is as well.
Sean was poking fun at certain students who study abroad for a semester, that is, 5 months of their life, and quickly come to the conclusion and bold assertion that they are "Never coming back to the States, dude" or "Definitely going to live there, man." These kids state that the current country they are in is "So much better than the US" and that "they are having the time of their life. I would be remiss not too mention that this experience is a blast, but as Sean put it
-it is a 6 month vacation.
-you are travelling to some of the most exotic and coolest places in the world.
-you are with good people and meeting up with great friends.
-classes are a joke.
-for most, you are blowing $10,000 of your PARENT'S money.
and take Prague for example
-there are 4 main beers, which are all quite good, which call the city their home.
-weed is legal "in small amounts" (there is no set law)
-its dirt cheap (not all places however, but who cares cause its the old man's flow)
So, when examining the points above we all can see that its a very tough life when abroad.
How about when (lets not include some places like London, etc)
-you need a job?
-you want certain rights?
-you get sick?
-you arent on an open budget?
-you dont know the language and are there for an extended period of time?
Im not saying that the States are a Utopia (not including Cleveland), but cmon.
The funny thing is, these strokers that boldly make this statement are the simpletons that could never hack it over there. If they had to stay another month after classes ended and their friends left they would crumble. So, in hindsight, I would like to tell these students errrrr vacationers to shut their trap, have fun while overseas (the time of their life!!!), and get the hell back to the States. Don't ever say that again.
If yaaa smellalalalalala, what the rock....is cookin.
In other news, I hope this long weekend (big surprise RoRo wanted to start work around this time) was just a break for comestronger's blog contributors. Anybody know on the whereabouts of Jonny??
A few letters to Rome
-The Falcons are screwed they let Matt Schaub go.
Signed, Lassie
-Favorite Food: Chicken
-Favorite Athlete: Marcus Vick, Clinton Portis, and Little Jerry Seinfeld
-Favorite Movie: Homeward Bound
-Favorite TV show: Scooby Doo
My card is Mastercard, My name Michael Vick
BC Graduation stories, ahhhhh!
This weekend my cousin Kate happened to be in San Francisco for a bachelorette party. I was sitting with her and my sister, when I wanted to steer the conversation away from meaningless jibber jabber on wedding talk over a Miller Lite can. So I asked, "How was Chris's graduation?" The second I prompted the question I wish I could've had the ten seconds back and gone somewhere else with my train of thought. Kate graduated in 2004 and my sister Monica maybe was the class of 98. These two girls started recalling their days of BC graduation and all of their stories were killing me softly. This post isn't an indictment against the institution of BC, a great institution I suppose but it is Rather a plea for help as I know many of the comestronger contributors are BC graduates and current students. I am trying to stir the pot and iniate some participation because I know of some that check the site regularly but don't contribute with their own thoughts or material errrrrr Tim Klug.
There is some bacculearate mass (spelling? matters) and I guess Chris refused to go. I guess it just wasn't something for him after a long week of drinking, which brings me to another point. What sort of cushy institution gives their students an entire week off after exams for school sponsored drinking. I sure got robbed on this one, my parents were flying in as I was taking my last exam, no week of extended drinking for me (this tradition sounds pretty nice). At his parents mercy he attended the mass and I guess his parents swelled up with tears, his dad was a graduate of BC at the time the modulars went up, he's really of proud of this fun filled fact.
Kate talked about how she relived her graduation days and joined Chris and his friends not only for the full weekend of graduation festivities but also for staying up the entire night at the parking lot roof and watch the sun come up. One might pose the statement to "Get a life" in these desperate measures to relive their golden days. My sister chimed in with her own details. It was very painful hearing these stories being a CU graduate (Go Buffs!), because Kate recalled, how those that didn't attend BC just "don't get it." I looked at my Miller Lite can 3/4 full at the moment and retreated to the kitchen to chug the rest and grab another for myself, without asking if they needed another (care). I clearly don't get it, college is just a four year time period, I had fun. I was proud of my 2.8 gpa all throughout high school and college, consistency is a tough thing to achieve. Not everyone can be a CU graduate, a great skiier and complete jag off (joining the long list of esteemed CU alumni, Chauncey Billups and Robert Redford), knowing how to pick their courses around not what you want to study but rather the ski season and not having Friday classes, I advise vehemently against the latter it adds a whole new dynamic to the weekend leaves one with a complete sense of hopelessness on Sunday night.
After the parking lot I guess her brother and his friends were acting crazy and dancing on tables with their shirts off singing Avril Lavigne. Maybe this year's class wasn't one for the ages, I didn't think this occassion was all too funny and am hopeful none of you guys would do this, this might rank lower than rolling up your sleeves twice or even resorting to Chuck Norris jokes to salvage a sense of humor. Maybe these kids didn't get out all too much in high school, dare I say late bloomers, to each his own I guess. After the dancing she coached Chris and his friends to take showers before the commencement, which I guess was painfully hot and long. While they were doing this she went to the Eagles Nest to get Chrissy and his friends bagels, so they would have some food in their stomachs to soak up all the booze. My cousin and her parents have a slight case of the empty nest syndome and jump on the chance to attend any BC related event to the fullest. While they aren't as extreme as the Dobrowski family only time will tell. I would also like to take this moment to congratulate Caroline on a great four years at BC, she is made up of some great moral fiber (please insert your stories in the unlikely event you have any).
Yada Yada Yada....just a bunch of meaningless words to me, couldn't help to listen so I could contribute to this great blog. I must say I had a strong visit to the mods Rath's senior year, 16 plus hours of drinking for the Rutgers game I believe.
There is some bacculearate mass (spelling? matters) and I guess Chris refused to go. I guess it just wasn't something for him after a long week of drinking, which brings me to another point. What sort of cushy institution gives their students an entire week off after exams for school sponsored drinking. I sure got robbed on this one, my parents were flying in as I was taking my last exam, no week of extended drinking for me (this tradition sounds pretty nice). At his parents mercy he attended the mass and I guess his parents swelled up with tears, his dad was a graduate of BC at the time the modulars went up, he's really of proud of this fun filled fact.
Kate talked about how she relived her graduation days and joined Chris and his friends not only for the full weekend of graduation festivities but also for staying up the entire night at the parking lot roof and watch the sun come up. One might pose the statement to "Get a life" in these desperate measures to relive their golden days. My sister chimed in with her own details. It was very painful hearing these stories being a CU graduate (Go Buffs!), because Kate recalled, how those that didn't attend BC just "don't get it." I looked at my Miller Lite can 3/4 full at the moment and retreated to the kitchen to chug the rest and grab another for myself, without asking if they needed another (care). I clearly don't get it, college is just a four year time period, I had fun. I was proud of my 2.8 gpa all throughout high school and college, consistency is a tough thing to achieve. Not everyone can be a CU graduate, a great skiier and complete jag off (joining the long list of esteemed CU alumni, Chauncey Billups and Robert Redford), knowing how to pick their courses around not what you want to study but rather the ski season and not having Friday classes, I advise vehemently against the latter it adds a whole new dynamic to the weekend leaves one with a complete sense of hopelessness on Sunday night.
After the parking lot I guess her brother and his friends were acting crazy and dancing on tables with their shirts off singing Avril Lavigne. Maybe this year's class wasn't one for the ages, I didn't think this occassion was all too funny and am hopeful none of you guys would do this, this might rank lower than rolling up your sleeves twice or even resorting to Chuck Norris jokes to salvage a sense of humor. Maybe these kids didn't get out all too much in high school, dare I say late bloomers, to each his own I guess. After the dancing she coached Chris and his friends to take showers before the commencement, which I guess was painfully hot and long. While they were doing this she went to the Eagles Nest to get Chrissy and his friends bagels, so they would have some food in their stomachs to soak up all the booze. My cousin and her parents have a slight case of the empty nest syndome and jump on the chance to attend any BC related event to the fullest. While they aren't as extreme as the Dobrowski family only time will tell. I would also like to take this moment to congratulate Caroline on a great four years at BC, she is made up of some great moral fiber (please insert your stories in the unlikely event you have any).
Yada Yada Yada....just a bunch of meaningless words to me, couldn't help to listen so I could contribute to this great blog. I must say I had a strong visit to the mods Rath's senior year, 16 plus hours of drinking for the Rutgers game I believe.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Some Lazy Monday Afternoon Typecasting
First time, long time. Thanks for the vine Jimmy....
I don't like people who roll their sleeves up more than once over. I hate seeing someone who has their sleeves up to their elbows or even over the elbows so it is tight around their upper arm. I almost always end up hating these people when I meet them and I never become friends with them. We have some spare at my office who loves to do this. Someone please tell me if they have ever genuinely embraced someone who does this. They are not a friend of comestronger. (I also published this take recently on another popular website).
I also frown upon the proliferation of people using the likeness of Chuck Norris for humor. I laughed at few of those method jokes when they came out two years ago. Some were ok, most were hideous. I do not understand why people still love to send videos of Walker, put a picture of Chuck Norris doing a karate move as their facebook picture, or use Norris quotes for humorous effects. I have seen this a fair amount recently. Get your own humor and some creativity. This is for an even simpler mind than those who are average readers of this site.
That's all I got for now. In other news, go the cavaliers.
War Sheed's white spot on his domepiece.
I don't like people who roll their sleeves up more than once over. I hate seeing someone who has their sleeves up to their elbows or even over the elbows so it is tight around their upper arm. I almost always end up hating these people when I meet them and I never become friends with them. We have some spare at my office who loves to do this. Someone please tell me if they have ever genuinely embraced someone who does this. They are not a friend of comestronger. (I also published this take recently on another popular website).
I also frown upon the proliferation of people using the likeness of Chuck Norris for humor. I laughed at few of those method jokes when they came out two years ago. Some were ok, most were hideous. I do not understand why people still love to send videos of Walker, put a picture of Chuck Norris doing a karate move as their facebook picture, or use Norris quotes for humorous effects. I have seen this a fair amount recently. Get your own humor and some creativity. This is for an even simpler mind than those who are average readers of this site.
That's all I got for now. In other news, go the cavaliers.
War Sheed's white spot on his domepiece.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Coats for kids
Sifting through the mass of articles on espn.com this morning, I saw an article by Scoop Jackson that interested me. I normally shy away from anything he has to say, but it had been awhile and I needed to be reminded why I dislike this guy.
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=jackson/070518&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab6pos2
Clever little article, similar to a list I made when I was 15 for an away message (no joke). I thought maybe Scoop had pieced together some sense until I got to this line:
"Life is short. Donate a throwback to a shelter or give one to someone who's homeless."
Is he serious? Provided that he was earnest in this urging, Scoop Jackson is not just one of the worst sports writers of our time, but one of the most misinformed and confused people in this country. While I am no expert on the reality that is homelessness, I can't understand what a throwback would do for someone on the street. Wouldn't that just lead to more problems? I mean, of course, unless the recipient gets to the local library and sells the thing on eBay after verifying their bank account and credit card. Cold and hungry I can just imagine my response if the somehow-affluent Scoop Jackson handed me a Hardwood Classics Pete Maravich jersey:
"Thanks Scoop, but you know what I really want..."
"The matching flat brim hat??"
"No I was thinking like a bite or a blanket?"
Maybe, Scoop, you should buy your throwbacks, auction them off, and give the proceeds to a shelter. No better yet, just buy food and blankets and give them to the good man Jim Skerl; he knows what to do with them. And my last piece of advice Scoop, stop writing articles.
War on Scoop Jackson. Moron.
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=jackson/070518&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab6pos2
Clever little article, similar to a list I made when I was 15 for an away message (no joke). I thought maybe Scoop had pieced together some sense until I got to this line:
"Life is short. Donate a throwback to a shelter or give one to someone who's homeless."
Is he serious? Provided that he was earnest in this urging, Scoop Jackson is not just one of the worst sports writers of our time, but one of the most misinformed and confused people in this country. While I am no expert on the reality that is homelessness, I can't understand what a throwback would do for someone on the street. Wouldn't that just lead to more problems? I mean, of course, unless the recipient gets to the local library and sells the thing on eBay after verifying their bank account and credit card. Cold and hungry I can just imagine my response if the somehow-affluent Scoop Jackson handed me a Hardwood Classics Pete Maravich jersey:
"Thanks Scoop, but you know what I really want..."
"The matching flat brim hat??"
"No I was thinking like a bite or a blanket?"
Maybe, Scoop, you should buy your throwbacks, auction them off, and give the proceeds to a shelter. No better yet, just buy food and blankets and give them to the good man Jim Skerl; he knows what to do with them. And my last piece of advice Scoop, stop writing articles.
War on Scoop Jackson. Moron.
Friday, May 18, 2007
News
Since I am in the limbo of summer, stuck between finals and work, I have had ample time to watch ESPN throughout this week. I thought I would update you guys on a news story you may have missed.
1) Amare Stodemire was suspended. So were Boris Diaw and Robert Horry. It was unfair.
Let me know if you guys need any more information on the topic.
1) Amare Stodemire was suspended. So were Boris Diaw and Robert Horry. It was unfair.
Let me know if you guys need any more information on the topic.
15 hot dogs
This is an email my brother sent me. His friend Goo wrote about how their other friend Bucks ate 15 or 16 hot dogs at the Indians game, it was dollar dog night. Bucks is a living legend in Cleveland and is known to be intense at whatever he's doing. He has many nicknames (shanna, the wagon and Chucks) Their is a lot of lingo in the email and they speak in code, might have to read it a couple times.
Friends: (I say friends because I believe the dream that is the frat is something unobtainable)
I played witness last night to a feat so outrageous and hideous it could have only been perpetrated by the Shanna himself. The man choked down 16 hot ds within the first 5 innings of play last night between the Twins of Minnesota and the Indians of Cleveland. Albeit the hot ds he ate were out of bun, but I ask you does it really matter? Think about it, what is more disgusting a d in the bun or a d outside of the bun? I advance that a d without bun is much more revolting and horrid. Allow me to recap:
We arrived at the Jake at about 7:00, 5 minutes before the first pitch. Shanna and I had seats in the upper view box behind home plate. As soon as we got into the stadium The D Wagon vultured upon the first d vendor he saw. 5 ds. As we were making our way to the seats Wagon was methodically sucking on ketchup packets and sucking down d. The 5 ds from the vendor were gone by the time we had reached our section. That's right folks 5 ds gone while on the move. Before we sat in the seats The Food Wagon treated himself to 5 more ds and before the end of the first half inning these had disappeared as well.
It was at this point I first noticed the change in his demeanor. Something was going on in his head. He was a bit incoherent and saying things that didn't make sense. I could tell at this point he was tripping off of d. I asked, nay begged him to slow down his grueling pace and he obliged, that is until the third inning kicked off. The next batch of 5 ds was by far the most nauseating of all. In an effort to satiate his palate the Wagon switched up his condiments. Instead of the usual ketchup and mustard, the D Wagon smothered his row of ds in a finely chopped onion. SICK!!!! Wagon managed to get these ds down, it was a struggle however. Time frame: top of the third
The final d was the biggest tussle. After Chucks had finished his 15th weenie we made our way to meet up with Dandis, The Cock, and Skiskiski at the Batter's Eye saloon in center field over there. Ski brought a platter of 6 ds to the alter of Shanna. At the sight of the first D the Wagon unwrapped I knew it would be impossible. The d was blackened and shriveled. It looked uneatable, at least I wouldn't eat it. The Chucks lodged the first bite of his d in his throat. It wouldn't go down. He lurched and the d reappeared. He looked at the d as if to say, no hot d will get the better of me and then graciously resumed eating the partially digested d. I was amazed and sickened all at once. Only a true double feature creature could have done what the Wagon did. And for this we owe him a debt of gratitude. And there you have it, 16 ds in 5 innings. Congratulations Shanna!
The depressed
p.s. I had 4 ds and none of them were good so I can only imagine what the D Wagon went through during his 5 inning struggle.
p.p.s. I will send out another email regarding the cougar slaying of Lopez that took place two weeks ago (she was the hottest) so long as The Wagon refrains from sending out pictures of beautiful feline
Friends: (I say friends because I believe the dream that is the frat is something unobtainable)
I played witness last night to a feat so outrageous and hideous it could have only been perpetrated by the Shanna himself. The man choked down 16 hot ds within the first 5 innings of play last night between the Twins of Minnesota and the Indians of Cleveland. Albeit the hot ds he ate were out of bun, but I ask you does it really matter? Think about it, what is more disgusting a d in the bun or a d outside of the bun? I advance that a d without bun is much more revolting and horrid. Allow me to recap:
We arrived at the Jake at about 7:00, 5 minutes before the first pitch. Shanna and I had seats in the upper view box behind home plate. As soon as we got into the stadium The D Wagon vultured upon the first d vendor he saw. 5 ds. As we were making our way to the seats Wagon was methodically sucking on ketchup packets and sucking down d. The 5 ds from the vendor were gone by the time we had reached our section. That's right folks 5 ds gone while on the move. Before we sat in the seats The Food Wagon treated himself to 5 more ds and before the end of the first half inning these had disappeared as well.
It was at this point I first noticed the change in his demeanor. Something was going on in his head. He was a bit incoherent and saying things that didn't make sense. I could tell at this point he was tripping off of d. I asked, nay begged him to slow down his grueling pace and he obliged, that is until the third inning kicked off. The next batch of 5 ds was by far the most nauseating of all. In an effort to satiate his palate the Wagon switched up his condiments. Instead of the usual ketchup and mustard, the D Wagon smothered his row of ds in a finely chopped onion. SICK!!!! Wagon managed to get these ds down, it was a struggle however. Time frame: top of the third
The final d was the biggest tussle. After Chucks had finished his 15th weenie we made our way to meet up with Dandis, The Cock, and Skiskiski at the Batter's Eye saloon in center field over there. Ski brought a platter of 6 ds to the alter of Shanna. At the sight of the first D the Wagon unwrapped I knew it would be impossible. The d was blackened and shriveled. It looked uneatable, at least I wouldn't eat it. The Chucks lodged the first bite of his d in his throat. It wouldn't go down. He lurched and the d reappeared. He looked at the d as if to say, no hot d will get the better of me and then graciously resumed eating the partially digested d. I was amazed and sickened all at once. Only a true double feature creature could have done what the Wagon did. And for this we owe him a debt of gratitude. And there you have it, 16 ds in 5 innings. Congratulations Shanna!
The depressed
p.s. I had 4 ds and none of them were good so I can only imagine what the D Wagon went through during his 5 inning struggle.
p.p.s. I will send out another email regarding the cougar slaying of Lopez that took place two weeks ago (she was the hottest) so long as The Wagon refrains from sending out pictures of beautiful feline
Jungle Charma!
So yesterday I was at Jacobs Field for the Indians game courtesy of Mr. Rath. We had some crispy seats behind home plate and got there at the 7th inning stretch. The Indians were down 4-3 and Victor Martinez was up. He fought off two or three pitches and then cracked one to left field, the stadium erupted. Next up was Ryan Garko, I was sitting with George and Rath and I started yelling Jungle Charma! He was on Jim Rome the day before and was saying it was going to be a huge game because they were going against Santana, one of the best pitchers in the MLB. Garko is a second year phenom, just an all around great guy and player, he makes Cleveland a better place, he hit one to left field also on the first pitch. The Jake erupted again! I know I am simple for liking Jim Rome but this was Jungle Charma in action. Rath even started chanting "Jungle Charma" also, George was laughing but I don't think he gets sports and Jim Rome like the way me and Rath do. Rome was saying that sometimes when people do interviews things pan out for the interviewee and it certainly did on this Thursday in Cleveland, the Indians went on to win 5-3 and Carmona pitched a full game.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Huuuuuuuuugghes
The following are actual conversations picked up on Stephanie Ready's courtside mic:
Larry Hughes: Shit man am I getting boooed?
Donyell Marshall: Hey man, don't worry, theyr'e really just saying "Huuuuuuuughes" and not "Boooooooo"
Larry Hughes: Oh good bro I thought they were upset with my pitiful performence.
Donyell Marshall: Naw dude its cool I haven't hit a shot all night and they just keep saying "UUUUUUUU" as in "U"CONN
***
Donyell Marshall: I think Reggie Miller just called me fat.
Larry Hughes: Naw homey, that was phat with a 'ph' .... just keep shooting.
Donyell Marshall: Tight, you too man. Wanna room together in New Jersey on Friday?
Larry Hughes: Shit man am I getting boooed?
Donyell Marshall: Hey man, don't worry, theyr'e really just saying "Huuuuuuuughes" and not "Boooooooo"
Larry Hughes: Oh good bro I thought they were upset with my pitiful performence.
Donyell Marshall: Naw dude its cool I haven't hit a shot all night and they just keep saying "UUUUUUUU" as in "U"CONN
***
Donyell Marshall: I think Reggie Miller just called me fat.
Larry Hughes: Naw homey, that was phat with a 'ph' .... just keep shooting.
Donyell Marshall: Tight, you too man. Wanna room together in New Jersey on Friday?
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