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Interesting day for New England sports. Interesting because there was a lot of ancillary news that didn't directly effect New England sports nation (well one of them did). First off, Young Blood Joshy McD is headed to the mile high city to coach the Bronc-hoes. He will fail. As much as I like the guy, no apprentice to the master has succeeded on their own.  Romeo went to the Browns and flushed the franchise down the toilet... like... well... a Cleveland brown. Weis fucked up at ND, and Mangina is just a bitch, so fuck him. We'll see how that goes.

(Power Mustache)

Next up, a pair of Sox waltzed into Cooperstown today. Career Boston player, and all around good guy, Jim Rice snuck in there. Good for him. Also, Ricky Henderson stole his way into the hall (get it? hahaha crappy SPORTS humor). Ricky is going to be the only player to re-enter the league after getting into the hall of fame. Mark my words.

(Ricky Henderson celebrates after stealing home during his son's little league game)

Let's go Celts, c'mon now. Anyone want to hit up a C's game later this week and or next week?

In on the Blitz

Snow has fallen. I awoke this morning and was immediately conscripted into shoveling duty. Not something I particularly mind, but is was really quite cold this morning, frost on the whiskers type stuff. As Commander Roy scraped the snow off the roof, I was put in charge of the driveway. Reinforcements appeared in the form of Colonel White and his snow blowing machine. 

(Thor expresses his love for Winter)

Shoveling gives me time to think. I was thinking about. how low the quality of life in New England has gotten. When I left in the summer to go to LA things were high. The economy had yet to plummet, the Pats were looking at burning down the NFL, the Celtics had just recently hung their 17th, and the Sox were going to coast into the playoffs... kind of. Now, the Celts are slumping almost as bad as the economy (although at half they are ahead of the Canadian Dinos), the Pats missed the playoffs, and the Yankees are fortifying themselves with the biggest pocket book in history. WTF. I suppose thats all I can say is WTF. All that remains constant is that I still dominate the Manchester clix scene.

Have I ranted in a while? I suppose not. hmmmm, what's pissing me off these days.... The whole club scene kind of grinds my gears. I hate going to clubs/bars where they play music too loud. perhaps that makes me sound a bit cantankerous, but it's true. My hearing isn't the best, and I don't typically raise my voice... like ever, so to me this sucks. I would rather be able to converse over a nice pint (ala the Atwood's scene without the live music). I also hate the whole meat market aspect of the club/bar. 90% of the people at these places I immediately dislike. Maybe it's just me passing judgement, but all the dudes come off as douches and all the chicks come off as petty slags. Also, paying 5-7 dollars for something that I could get for literally pennies sucks. 

(Exhibit a: a pack of wild guidos prepare for multiple insertions)

(exhibit b: seriously?)

(exhibit c: smirking goblin entices a couple slags with his exposed chest.)

Just not my scene, nothing against the people who like it... well people kind of. I would consider myself a party man (someone who enjoys parties, not to be confused with a party animal). This kind of scares me however. parties exist post college? If so how far? I really lost my train of thought with this rant, so ask me in person about it, I'll probably have some more fire power. 

Spinning Wheels

Here it is, the year 2009. So far so good. I hope you all ate your lentil soup last week so that you have a profitable and prosperous NEW YEAR. NYE up at UNH was a good time. Many beverages were poured and almost as many were consumed. Much falling down and Dick Clark staring ensued.

I've been reunited with 9 Fulkerson and have completed the move in phase. Jeffguy left some very usable material in the room (lamp, TV, surge protectors, etc.). Good guy. Always will be a 9 Fulkerson. Anyway, I've been crushing a lot of X-Box. Mostly Call of Duty 4 (I also roped DMJr back into it and the 9FLK clan has been ripping it up). I also have been playing Fallout 3. A lighthearted romp through post apocalyptic Washington D.C. Pretty sweet game. I get to fight mad mutants.

Big hopes for 2009. The end of the beginning and the beginning of the end. Only the future ahead of me now. A bit scary, a bit enticing, and quite sexy. Many sexy times will be had in the future. Let's hope the Celtics get the message. THE YEAR OF THE OX looms on the horizon.

(lame blogger won't let me post piccccccccssssssss)

Picked

It's been a while since I've dropped some blog knowledge on ya'll. I wonder how many times I've said something like that in this blog, most likely quite a bit. Sort of a fall back intro. Anyhoo.... I had a solid X-Mass and I hope all of my faithful readers did as well. Got some good loot, saw the family, etc., etc.

Watching mad NFL right now as I battle a cold/flu... rooting for the Jets? Weird. Pats should be in the playoffs, just look at the Cardinals, they fucking blow and so does the rest of their shit division. Celtics are on a losing streak? What? To quote Dave Roy: "I really hate the fucking Lakers" (this was an unprompted statement more then 24 hours after the Lakers had beaten the C's). The Celtics played worse then they could have and received approximately negative 15 calls. I'm pretty sure if Rondo had farted the refs would have T'd him up.

Howley and Cassandra were supposed to come with me to the Murray Family Holiday party today... but as soon as they made it into Manchester, Pat's jeep bit the dust. So him and his lady headed back to the Winch and I went back home to sleep/watch pig skin (I'm not going to drag my sick head to a party by myself... sorry Matt). They were also supposed to give me a ride to Fulkerson, but now my mom/dad is going to drive me down on the morrow. So get at me if you're in the bean, there are still some fools (aka Hyde Brothers) who I haven't chilled with in a while.

I had a rant about something... but it has been long forgotten. For some reason I thought it was about plastic bags... but that couldn't possibly be right. 

High Speed

Snowed in.

Traveled by foot up to Sweet Touch for breakfast, only to find it was closed. Trekked back to CCS and crushed an omelet. Good Times.

Pats! Oh my. Matt Cassell is a animal.

Snowed In.

What I've learned from Video Game Vol 1: Boss Battle

I was driving yesterday, well stuck in traffic really... because... well this is LA and that shit happens all the time. So anyway, I was thinking about how I'm a pretty decent driver, like better then most of the asshats out here. I pinpointed the source of this skill from my years of playing videos games (most notably Mario Kart and Grand Theft Auto). This gave me an idea for blogging, a series of what I've learned from video games. So, like the title of this entry states, here is volume 1: Boss Battles.

Like every good video game, life is full of boss battles. You can't save the princess without sending a few Bowzers into the lava if you know what I mean. Over my 21 years I've slayed my fair share of bosses (Andross, Gannondorf, the Death Star, etc. etc.). In the real world I've also faced my fair share of boss battles. School has boss battles, we call them exams, finals, etc. There are also those random boss battles that come out of nowhere, but you can always count on them. At my internship with only a few days left they gave me this monstrous task. I had to call everyone in my bosses blackberry and get their email adress if he didn't have it. This ended up being like 100+ people, probably more. I did get to call some famous people (and/or their assistant) like Neil Gaiman and Robert Kirkman (wiki them and you'll undestand my ampedness). Boss Battle if I ever saw one.

So think about boss battles. Not only will you find out I'm right, you'll be ready. And trust me, once you get to level 7 you'll thank me.

On an unrelated note: Bruins are good, Celtics are really good, Pats will make the playoffs, and I'll be back on the East Coast in approx 30 hours. 

Also, here's a picture of House. I hate that fucking show.

Aftershock-ing

Last night I was sitting here on the couch, baked, when suddenly everything started to quiver. At first I thought I was having a stroke or something, something was certainly wrong. Everything shook just a little, like when you're on a stationary fishing boat and a little wave comes by.Then it was over.

I survived my first earthquake, a womping 5.1 that originated 120 miles away in the desert. Word.