Wanted to chime in quick on a few topics while my neighbor stands next to his pickup truck in his jorts enjoying a Busch Light.
BREWERS
Truthfully, I'm not that disappointed with the Brewers. I just took a look at the schedule. I predicted preseason that they would probably win around 87 games, and be deep in the hunt. Of course, I'm an idiot. Anyway, based on my predictions, I have them at 24 wins after last night's game. They now have 21 wins. So they are perhaps three games worse than I had hoped. But there are like 120 games left. They will go on a random 7 game winning streak at some point, and get right back where they should be. But they gotta stop getting shut out. Pretty frustrating. Thankfully they come home and aren't playing at 1 a.m. starting tonight.
My take aways so far: Ryan Braun is my hero (although the recent shoulder injury is concerning), Zach Greinke is fun as hell to watch pitch (until he gets randomly hammered for 5 runs when he runs out of gas) and Prince is still fat. I love/hate watching Carlos Gomez turn a double into a triple, and then overrun third base and get tagged out, or make a cartwheel diving catch in center, and then strike out on a pitch 7 feet outside. Human roller coaster. Corey Hart got fat. Looking forward to the two extremely drunk Brewer games I've got planned in late June/early July.
NBA
I've actually watched almost every second of three conference finals games, and the 4th qtr of Game 2 of Mavs-Thunder. Game 2 of Heat-Bulls actually got the wife's seal of approval to be watched. And she HATES the NBA. I'm just saying that it has been entertaining.
MOVIE REVIEW
"Bridesmaids". Actually pretty good. I laughed really hard quite a number of times. It isn't quite the female version of the Hangover, but it is worth seeing. At this point, I don't think I would ever recommend seeing any movie at the theater. Seriously, it cost us like $40 for two of us to go. You could rent FORTY fucking movies from RedBox. I like going to the movies once in awhile, but if I'm spending $40 I'd rather go out to eat. I would definitely watch this at some point though. The fat chick is really, really funny.
BEERS OF THE MOMENT
"Thunder River Amber Ale". It is good. It is an amber ale and they are really hard to fuck up. What is odd is that after further review, Thunder River is brewed by "Green Bay Brewing Company", which is actually the same as Hinterland, which is much more expensive. Either way it was good.
"Somersault" by New Belgium. Pretty standard pale-ish ale with some citrusy type flavor. It was good. No complaints.
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Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, June 21, 2010
Twinkies: Round 2
Ah, it is pretty goddamn hard to get excited about the Crew (29-40) taking on the Twinkies (40-29). I'm not going to lie. Getting one would be a victory. I'm going via drunk bus on Saturday. Fun will be had by all.
Onto more fun things: June 17, 1994, the 30 for 30 movie, was fucking awesome. I had forgotten how insane it was. I do remember where I was watching that NBA Finals game (parent's basement, undoubtedly dreaming up this shitty blog that I would be writing 16 years later, even though the internets hadn't been invented in rural Northeast Wisconsin yet). I don't remember people SPRINTING down the streets of L.A. following the Bronco and the police. It was insane. And then crowding around the Brentwood Estate. All while it was known that O.J. had a gun and was threatening suicide (which I also didn't remember, or did I remember Kardashian reading the suicide note on live T.V.) and there were about 1,000 police officers with guns too. The GUY WAS ACCUSED OF DOUBLE HOMICIDE!!! And people were cheering and crowding a (low speed) chase. Watching again was the craziest thing ever. As with all the 30 for 30 (greatest thing ESPN has ever done), I highly, highly recommend it.
-Went to a bar in rural Northeast Wisconsin for a surprise birthday party. I was designated driver (which sucks). A random dude with a sleeveless t-shirt on walked INTO the bar with an open can of beer. Also, I got hit with a sandwich from about 25 feet away. I was not happy. Or drunk.
-The U.S. Open was kind of entertaining yesterday. I like watching pros suck balls (which looks a lot funnier than I meant it to be).
Friday, November 13, 2009
You Be The Judge
Let's play America's (Wisconsin and Minnesota) favorite game: You Be The Judge!!!
Today's case: Is Mike McCarthy a dick?
You may have heard that some maintenance dude got canned for allegedly saying to McCarthy "don't lay an egg." Some maintenance dude says he didn't say it. McCarthy denies any knowledge of why he was fired.
On one hand, whatever he said to McCarthy was probably a lot worse than "Hey coach, let's get the boys ready to kick some butt this weekend". And even if it wasn't, if I was McCarthy, I probably would have told him "I don't tell you how to clean the shitters, you don't tell me how to coach". I have a hard time believing the Packers fired him for saying that. I also have a hard time believing McCarthy made it his personal mission to get this guy who was probably making like $8/hr fired. What would be his motivation? That and, if you make $8/hr, you probably shouldn't make stupid small talk with the guy making a few million. In a corporate environment, if a janitor talks to the CEO, he probably would disappear off the face of the earth.
On the other hand, McCarthy pretty much refuses to give any detail on an encounter that he clearly remembers, which makes him look guilty as shit. Someone needs to come to his aid, with details, and quickly. The problem is that I'm sure there is some sort of confidentiality agreement that the Packers are following and average white redneck didn't understand so he is talking to every media outlet he can find. It really pisses people off when someone won't answer questions. Also, it doesn't help that McCarthy is presiding over what is looking more and more like a steaming pile of shit of a season. And we are on the heels of a horrendous loss.
MY VERDICT? Kind of a dick. But not a terrible human being. And I don't think he had anything to do with a guy being fired. The guy probably deserved to be fired. And I'm sure there is more to this story.
What say you?
Today's case: Is Mike McCarthy a dick?
You may have heard that some maintenance dude got canned for allegedly saying to McCarthy "don't lay an egg." Some maintenance dude says he didn't say it. McCarthy denies any knowledge of why he was fired.
On one hand, whatever he said to McCarthy was probably a lot worse than "Hey coach, let's get the boys ready to kick some butt this weekend". And even if it wasn't, if I was McCarthy, I probably would have told him "I don't tell you how to clean the shitters, you don't tell me how to coach". I have a hard time believing the Packers fired him for saying that. I also have a hard time believing McCarthy made it his personal mission to get this guy who was probably making like $8/hr fired. What would be his motivation? That and, if you make $8/hr, you probably shouldn't make stupid small talk with the guy making a few million. In a corporate environment, if a janitor talks to the CEO, he probably would disappear off the face of the earth.
On the other hand, McCarthy pretty much refuses to give any detail on an encounter that he clearly remembers, which makes him look guilty as shit. Someone needs to come to his aid, with details, and quickly. The problem is that I'm sure there is some sort of confidentiality agreement that the Packers are following and average white redneck didn't understand so he is talking to every media outlet he can find. It really pisses people off when someone won't answer questions. Also, it doesn't help that McCarthy is presiding over what is looking more and more like a steaming pile of shit of a season. And we are on the heels of a horrendous loss.
MY VERDICT? Kind of a dick. But not a terrible human being. And I don't think he had anything to do with a guy being fired. The guy probably deserved to be fired. And I'm sure there is more to this story.
What say you?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Toothless, White-Trash, Rednecks
So the saga continues. Karma continues to rear its ugly bitch face. I would think I've built up some good karma with the various shit that has happened over the course of 2009 (and obviously I know that whatever has happened, it could have been worse). But I must be a fucking terrible human being. I guess thinking and speaking various bad thoughts is just as bad as actually acting on them.
But onto last night....The wife and I go to the grocery store to get much needed sustenance. We are getting down to emergency meals (i.e. the ones you only eat when you have no other choice). We spend like 45 minutes getting all sorts of shit, and actually it was a fairly large trip. We double checked before we went to the store that the bank would let us write checks due to the whole stolen wallet thing and security flags and such. We were assured that it wasn't a problem. So the wife writes out a check for $153.42, and the motherfucker gets denied. Few things are embarrassing as the whole chain of events:
1) We are writing a check. We NEVER write checks unless it is to some other person. We always use our credit cards and pay them off online. AND to make it more ironic, I am always the asshole standing behind the old person/neck in line behind the person writing the check wanting to kill them as they take ten minutes to write the stupid fucking check and THEN refusing to leave until they make the entry into their god(Sports Bottle's)damn check register.
2) It is 8 p.m. so there is one open land and about 12 people behind us with two items.
3) They reject the fucking check and treat us like criminals.
4) We make them call over the manager and she is a bitch about it.
5) We act like assholes.
6) We spend like 30 minutes on the phone with the bank while our ice cream melts.
Our bank informs us that they think the problem is with the third party company that grocery stores pay to approve checks for them. Of course, the bank give me the wrong one so I spend the next 15 minutes arguing with some (expletive deleted) woman about whether or not I can read the number off the bottom of my check, and whether I know my own social security number. Finally, we figured out that the grocery store uses a different company to do this job. We call that company and we get a recording telling us that they won't approve it because we are "high risk" and that we can't talk to a real person. Eventually we give up and tell the manager to have fun putting away our groceries.
Upon getting home, we finally fucked with their robot on the phone enough that it gave up and gave us a person. Person tells us that the check was not denied for the theft, or that we are dirtbags, but because WE HAD NEVER WRITTEN A CHECK TO A STORE BEFORE. Which, by the way, is likely true. But it is insane that they won't take a check from someone just because they haven't written it before. Someone I know that went to law school informed me that a CHECK IS A MOTHERFUCKING NEGOTIABLE INSTRUMENT. IT IS FUCKING LEGAL TENDER. IT IS A NOTE THAT ENTITLES YOU TO FUCKING MONEY. LEGALLY, IT SHOULDN'T BE A FUCKING OPTION ON WHETHER YOU WANT TO APPROVE IT OR NOT. We were told we had to write smaller checks to "establish a history". After fucking with the chick for awhile (i.e. Asking her if I could write 75 $2 checks to the same place) we eventually gave up. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go sign up for food stamps because those, unlike FUCKING CHECKS WHERE THE FUCKING BANK ASSURES YOU THERE IS FUCKING MONEY, are never used fraudulently.
OTHER OKTOBERFEST STUFF I REMEMBERED LATER:
- Our old roommate, lets call him Bill, showed up out of the blue. Comments associated with said meeting included: "Now I know where my 40 pounds went." and "I was afraid Bill was going to eat me." and "I love his tits."
- I had not been quiet when saying these things, which is strange because after 25 drinks, I'm usually like a church mouse. Anyways, the conspiracy theory is that he in fact, stole my wallet. Which would not surprise me in the least.
- My wife, my brother and Mark went "Snout Hunting" Which is the meanest thing ever.
- My wife accidentally sent a text to Richards ex-girlfriend that said "I luv u."
I'm sure some other things will come to mind.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I am already sick of He Who Shall Not Be Named v. Packers talk. If we don't win this game I might kill myself.
But onto last night....The wife and I go to the grocery store to get much needed sustenance. We are getting down to emergency meals (i.e. the ones you only eat when you have no other choice). We spend like 45 minutes getting all sorts of shit, and actually it was a fairly large trip. We double checked before we went to the store that the bank would let us write checks due to the whole stolen wallet thing and security flags and such. We were assured that it wasn't a problem. So the wife writes out a check for $153.42, and the motherfucker gets denied. Few things are embarrassing as the whole chain of events:
1) We are writing a check. We NEVER write checks unless it is to some other person. We always use our credit cards and pay them off online. AND to make it more ironic, I am always the asshole standing behind the old person/neck in line behind the person writing the check wanting to kill them as they take ten minutes to write the stupid fucking check and THEN refusing to leave until they make the entry into their god(Sports Bottle's)damn check register.
2) It is 8 p.m. so there is one open land and about 12 people behind us with two items.
3) They reject the fucking check and treat us like criminals.
4) We make them call over the manager and she is a bitch about it.
5) We act like assholes.
6) We spend like 30 minutes on the phone with the bank while our ice cream melts.
Our bank informs us that they think the problem is with the third party company that grocery stores pay to approve checks for them. Of course, the bank give me the wrong one so I spend the next 15 minutes arguing with some (expletive deleted) woman about whether or not I can read the number off the bottom of my check, and whether I know my own social security number. Finally, we figured out that the grocery store uses a different company to do this job. We call that company and we get a recording telling us that they won't approve it because we are "high risk" and that we can't talk to a real person. Eventually we give up and tell the manager to have fun putting away our groceries.
Upon getting home, we finally fucked with their robot on the phone enough that it gave up and gave us a person. Person tells us that the check was not denied for the theft, or that we are dirtbags, but because WE HAD NEVER WRITTEN A CHECK TO A STORE BEFORE. Which, by the way, is likely true. But it is insane that they won't take a check from someone just because they haven't written it before. Someone I know that went to law school informed me that a CHECK IS A MOTHERFUCKING NEGOTIABLE INSTRUMENT. IT IS FUCKING LEGAL TENDER. IT IS A NOTE THAT ENTITLES YOU TO FUCKING MONEY. LEGALLY, IT SHOULDN'T BE A FUCKING OPTION ON WHETHER YOU WANT TO APPROVE IT OR NOT. We were told we had to write smaller checks to "establish a history". After fucking with the chick for awhile (i.e. Asking her if I could write 75 $2 checks to the same place) we eventually gave up. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go sign up for food stamps because those, unlike FUCKING CHECKS WHERE THE FUCKING BANK ASSURES YOU THERE IS FUCKING MONEY, are never used fraudulently.
OTHER OKTOBERFEST STUFF I REMEMBERED LATER:
- Our old roommate, lets call him Bill, showed up out of the blue. Comments associated with said meeting included: "Now I know where my 40 pounds went." and "I was afraid Bill was going to eat me." and "I love his tits."
- I had not been quiet when saying these things, which is strange because after 25 drinks, I'm usually like a church mouse. Anyways, the conspiracy theory is that he in fact, stole my wallet. Which would not surprise me in the least.
- My wife, my brother and Mark went "Snout Hunting" Which is the meanest thing ever.
- My wife accidentally sent a text to Richards ex-girlfriend that said "I luv u."
I'm sure some other things will come to mind.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I am already sick of He Who Shall Not Be Named v. Packers talk. If we don't win this game I might kill myself.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
He Update
So Brad Childress apparently stood Him up for their candle lit collard green/moonshine dinner overlooking the swamp.
Oh, and Darren Sharper can shut the fuck up. Since when does your traitor ass get to have an opinion? Next to talk will be Ryan Longwell about how much better the Applebee's in Minnesota is than the one in Hattiesburg.
Oh, and Darren Sharper can shut the fuck up. Since when does your traitor ass get to have an opinion? Next to talk will be Ryan Longwell about how much better the Applebee's in Minnesota is than the one in Hattiesburg.
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