Mega Million Lottery

So guess who didn't win this Friday's lottery? Yeah, me! And I'm not happy about it. I have never bought lottery tickets because I knew I wouldn't win. But I thought this time would be different. You know, the jackpot was really high and I was feeling lucky. You gotta believe that half of winning the lottery is mental. If you go in with a bad attitude, you are probably going to lose. But on Friday, I bought those tickets, and damnit, I was going to win.

I bought two, one for me and one for Laura. The winning number set of course would be mine, and the losing one would be Laura's. She would probably tell you differently though. Anyway, I had a great mindset when I bought the tickets. I just put the ticket in my pocket and let fate do the rest. I didn't analyze my numbers. I didn't try and memorize them. I just let them marinade in the cotton of my awesome khaki work pants.

The drawing wasn't until 11 that night, so to pass the time Laura and I went out to dinner to preemptively spend some of our winnings. That's legit, right? We could have gone out and bought a car or the Denver Broncos, but it was a little late and we were hungry so we stuck with dinner.

After our pre-victory dinner we went home and were going to double check that we won on the internet, but the website to lotto numbers was so slow. I guess everybody wanted check their tickets so they could go to bed pissed off. Well, not me. I told Laura, we already know the winning numbers, so lets just go to bed so we are fresh for tomorrow's newspaper interview and photo shoot. She agreed.

That night, I guess it was around midnight, I prayed. I prayed to God and Jesus because I wasn't really sure which one of them took responsibility for the Mega Millions Lottery. I mean they both could probably do it, but I'm sure one of them handles it just as one of them handles sporting event outcomes. Anyway, I knew it was a little late to start the praying because the numbers had already been drawn. But I was just hoping they would do me a solid and either change the numbers drawn or change the numbers on my ticket to make a match.

When I woke up in the morning I checked the numbers and they most definitely did NOT match my winning ticket. Good thing I didn't buy the Broncos last night. Well, I know for next time to pray before they pick the numbers. The prayers are probably answered on a first come first serve basis, and since I was just a little late on the last lottery I must be first in line for the next....


sweet. I can't wait to own those Broncos.

Some house updates

Here are a couple pictures of some of the recent house additions. First is the grill. Mark, Jesse, Inman, Drew, and Sharvan Parneerselvam got us this grill as a wedding present. It works great and helps make delicious food. We (haha, just kidding, I) made some pineapple and apricot glazed chicken which turned out awesome. And last night I grilled some burgers. Its nice because it heats up really quickly and there is a lot less clean up involved. I plan on using this bad boy a lot over the next several years. It will definitely get a work out for the party in two weeks.
Next we have a three in one picture. On the right side you can see a television hanging from the wall. In order to achieve this we had to get studs put in behind the drywall and I had to paint over the drywall patchwork. After that, Jim and I spent a little time getting the bracket on the wall and mounting the tv. It looks really nice up there, but our next project is concealing the cables. (At this point, we are not going behind the wall....too much work). Next you will see one of the two couches we ordered. The couch you see is the guest couch because it does not have a direct view of the tv. The couch that has the direct view is Laura and my couch. My seat has already conformed to my ass. Super comfy. But fear not potential guests, you can see the tv just fine, and you can recline and fall asleep just as easily. Finally, you will note the painting on the wall. This is the painting that launched a thousand trips......to atlantic station. I think it looks really nice and it helps to cover a bunch of marks on the wall. So there you have it, these are the most recent additions to the ever evolving Cross household. Future episodes will include "Laura picks out a rug!", "Robert pulls moar weedz!", and of course "The Crosses welcome a brand new coffee table!". Stay tuned!

Fantasy Football

This year I will be participating in not one, but two fantasy football leagues. With this great responsibility come many decisions. Do I put all my eggs in one basket and have the same players on each team? Should I focus all of my attention on one league? How many hours a week do I spend talking trash to the other players?

All of these questions need to be answered in the next couple weeks, so I need to get to work. But I can tell you this. I will completely dominate both leagues. In my work league all of the other managers are completely inept. Most of them don't even watch football and have already admitted to drafting their teams based on who has the best "costumes". I'm serious. It's the patented girl draft strategy. Let me give you an example; this happened a couple days ago. Somebody in the league asked me who I thought was better, Drew Brees or JaMarcus Russel. I was all like,

"Are you serious?? Have you seen the Raider costumes? They are so awesome!! Definitely Russel, I wouldn't even think twice."
He nodded his head quietly and said, "you know, I agree. Those costumes are total badass. Thanks for the help, brah."

You see, my work league is going to be a total cakewalk, and the only one walking is me! To make it better, everybody wanted to put money on. I guess they assume if they win (which they wont) they can use the winnings buy some designer jeans or a sweet man bag. Oh I can't wait to rob these suckers!

Stay tuned for some radical fantasy updates! w00T!!11!

Adventures in Time Wasting

Sit back and relax, this might be a long post. And as the title outlines my journey of yesterday, it too describes you reading this post.


Where do I begin? Ok, here we go. Yesterday I got a call from Laura who told me about this great painting she wanted to get from Z Gallery for our living room. The only problem was, they didn't have it at the location next to her work. The only place we could get it from was the store in Atlantic Station. For those of you who don't know, Atlantic station is a good 45 minutes (without traffic) from our house. I told Laura I wouldn't mind going down there after work (about a 25 minute drive) to pick it up. (You see, there was only one left in stock, and it was on sale, so we had to work fast.) This made Laura really happy, and since I didn't have much to do that night, it was really no trouble.


Before I left work to get the painting Laura told me that it was pretty big (dimensions 36"x72"), but I thought it would fit. All I would have to do is lay the front seat down and simply slide it in to the back of the car. After all, I am 72" tall, and I can lay down flat in the car. (Raise your hand if you think you know where this story is going.)


So I got down to Atlantic station, and I didn't want to park in the deck because its kind of a pain to get out with the whole ticket thing they got. So I found a spot on the street and fed the meter with a quarter and a dime. Yeah, that only got me about 11 minutes. I then ran into the store and told the ladies there that I was here to pick up the painting. At first they tried to charge me an extra $120, so I had to lay down the law. I said, "No, that's not the price we were given at the other store. See, I have this email (one from Laura telling me the price, definitely not official) that says the price is this." The lady gave me the following whoopi goldberg look.

I told her to call the other store and check. Sure enough, she checked the price and we were good to go. However, I was getting very impatient because I knew all of this haggling was taking up valuable time that I probably didn't have left on the meter. And to make it worse, the clerks who were supposed to be wrapping the painting were consulting with a shopper on what type of turquoise picture frame to get for their bedroom! Needless to say, I gave those guys the evil eye.

Finally! I got the painting and rushed back to my car to see the meter had expired, but there was no ticket! Phew! I had made it. Now I just had to shove this painting in the car and take off for home. So I opened up the front passenger side door and started to slide in the painting....uh oh. This POS wasn't fitting. I thought about it.... Maybe I can put it in the back seat and slide it to the front....No dice. I was all alone, standing on the streets of atlantic station with a car and a painting obviously too big for it. People were walking by me whispering, "does that idiot think that painting will fit into that tiny car?" Then I tried shoving it in a different direction. The whispers continued, "Gawd! He really is an idiot......let's keep watching."

It must have been like watching the dumbest cat in the litter trying to walk through a glass door and never really understanding why the hell it couldn't get through. I mean, there is nothing in the way! I can clearly see where I want to go. Why cant I get there? Stupid cat!

I called Laura and told her the situation. She suggested tying to the top of the car. I immediately knew that was a bad idea. There was no way that this would make it down the high way strapped to the car. We then decided to borrow her dad's expedition and come back that night to get it. But before I could take it back to the store I had to somehow get change for the meter. I had exhausted my supply of silver coins earlier in the adventure!

I saw a lady in uniform with a segway, so I thought I would go tell her the situation. She looked like the person that could keep me from getting a ticket. I walked across the street, painting in hand, and told her the entire situation. Then I asked, "Can you please not give me a ticket, I will be back really quick, I just need to drop off this painting." She replied, "I don't give parking tickets. I'm security!"..... "Srsly? You cant just watch it for a couple seconds?" I asked.

"Nope, Im security! I make sure Atlantic Station is secure."

Ok, that was a waste of energy. I'm not sure how much security one barely 5 foot tall lady with a radio, badge, and bike helmet can provide. But, oh well, I better keep those thoughts to myself. So now I, the man, had to walk back into the interior decorating store with my tail between my legs and tell the ladies I hassled with that I couldn't fit the painting in my car. This, as you can imagine, was embarrassing. I dashed into the store, dropped the painting off and ran the hell out of there! (You might be saying, why not just pick it up this weekend? Well, we only have a 24 hour return window so we have to see if we like it in the living room tonight. If not, we are stuck with it.) Now to start my journey back to Alpharetta to get the truck.....

(At this point in the story, as I'm driving back, there would be a montage. A super awesome montage of 80's power ballads showing my hair whipping in the wind as I solemnly drive back home. I'm talking a crazy awesome montage!)

I made it to Laura's parent's house so I could pick up the truck. Her dad tossed me the keys and asked, "going down to Atlantic Station?" I replied with my head down, "Yeah...again." He and Meredith both laughed. I know, I deserved it. With that, I was back on the road. Thank goodness there was little traffic. I mean there were plenty of cars on the road, but everyone was moving fast. About 45 minutes later I pulled into atlantic station, and snagged the first street spot I saw. I needed one I could pull into because I didn't want to further embarrass myself trying to parallel park a big truck I wasn't use to driving. I walked up to ZGallery, and sure enough there were three open spots right in front of the store. Crap.

I talked with the ladies at the desk again and they gave me my painting. I thanked them and immediately booked it out of there. I walked a couple blocks to the car, put the painting in the back and was on my way home. Why I ever thought that would fit in my car, I don't know. Like I said, I am 72" inches tall, and I can lay down flat. The thing I didn't consider was I am not 36" wide and I am not constructed like a painting. Life lessons.....life lessons.

(Again, here is a great time for a killer montage. This time instead of power ballades, let's use some sweet upbeat VanHalen, like Panama. Or if that doesn't work, we can keep it slow with Home by Daughtry. Either way, it will be sweet.)

I pulled into the driveway after my 3 and half hour adventure, and I was so glad to be home. Laura asked me as I walked in, "Well, do you like the painting?" I being no idiot responded, "you damn right I like it!" Because I knew exactly where I'd be if I didn't. Back in the car on my way to Atlantic Station.

Weekend update / little league world series

Ok,
Sorry, but I dont have pictures of what I did this weekend, but here's a rundown.

I painted over the patch of wall that was removed to put in studs for hanging the tv. And with the help of Laura's dad, we were able to get the tv on the wall, and it looks pretty sweet. Now, the best way to watch this tv is in the reclined position of our new couches. They were delivered on saturday. I took a couple naps on them this weekend, both of which were not planned. THe couch just sucks the energy right out of you. I should get one for my cube at work.....but I really dont need a couch to suck my energy out at work. Work has a way of doing that itself.

I also set up a back porch table where we can eat food from the newly built grill. So, to celebrate our newly transformed home we made some delicious pineapple/apricot glazed chicken with grilled zucchini and squash with grilled pineapple and ice cream for dessert. Yeah, it was awesome.

This weekend I also watched several hours of the little league world series. These games are either really close (1 to 2 run margin) or they are utter blow outs. Obviously the close games are better. My buddy from graduate school would always take a couple days off of work each summer just to watch days of coverage of the little league world series. I asked him, why the hell would you do that? He simply told me that he liked watching the losing team cry. I know, thats pretty weird.

One interesting thing they do (well its not that interesting) is they ask all the kids who their favorite ball players are. There is some regional bias, like kids from Seattle like ichiro, and kids from the midwest like Prince Fielder. I was surprised how many people liked Manny and A-rod. They should have a special broadcast where they tell these kids that those players are cheaters and they are bad children because they idolize cheaters. I think my buddy would watch that show.

Bretney Favre

I know I speak for millions of people out there when I say, Bret Favre is a dork. I mean seriously, this guy is the worst at what guys do best; making a decision and sticking to it. For instance, when guys drive some place for the first time and they get to a fork in the road, they go right and don't think twice about it. We don't go right a little bit then go back to take a left, then think about it and go back right again. No, that is just crazy.


Well Favara did just that, for the third time in a year or so. Granted he is great at throwing a football, shooting wrangler commercials of him throwing a football, wearing faded hats to news conferences, talking like a six foot tall 4th grader, and taking pain medications, but he is not good at being cool.


I know why the vikings took Favra back from retirement. It's simple. Money. They are going to get more national television publicity and sell more jerseys. But, come on. I feel like the vikings are taking advantage of the dude. We have already established that Faavra isn't very smart. He's like a 8 year old trapped in a 40 year olds' body, kind of like Lennie from Of Mice and Men. The vikings pretty much showed him a nice soft puppy and that made him excited to come back and play. We all know how this story is going to end. Eventually, and I know it's sad, but somebody has to pull the proverbial trigger and shoot Lennie in the back of the head.

mosquito update

I went to lowes and asked the friendly gentleman in the pest control department about the best way to control the mosquitoes. He quickly pointed me to this Cutter product.

I will apply it in the next couple days and let you know how it works. I might have to get more when the party nears, but its only 10 bucks so that's not too bad. The guy said it would last 8 weeks or pretty much through the rest of the bug season.

those bugs are toast.....

help with mosquitoes

I know it's the summer, and I know in the summer mosquitoes are everywhere. But, there has got to be an effective and safe way to get rid of them or at least control them. In the evening they are really bad making it difficult to do any yard work. So my question is, what are some good ways to control the bugs in and around my yard?

Some options I have read about include:

• fogging - easy, relatively inexpensive, not sure of how effective
• chemical sprays - easy, not sure how safe they are
• citronella candles - don't work in large areas
• bug vacuums - expensive

Any advise on this issue would be greatly appreciated. I need to get this taken care of before the party.

new stuff for the house

This weekend we got a few more things for the house. We got our grill, thanks to a gift from Mark, Jesse, Inman, Drew, and Sharvan. Also we got a deck table and chairs. Finally, Laura's parents got us three great rocking chairs for our front porch. Thanks a lot!!

I set the chairs up on Sunday, and they are super comfortable. Here are a couple pictures of the new front porch. I also installed working light bulbs for the deck so it looks sweet.

House update

Its been a while since I have given a house update, so here is the lowdown.

• We had studs put in over the fireplace so we are now in a position to hang the television. But before we do that we need to paint the section of the wall that was cutout. In order to do this we have to get some paint matched because we were left will no sample. I'm not sure when all of this will get done. Since its not a tough job it shouldn't be too long. We arent going to hang the tv until are couches get delivered
• New couches have been ordered. Finally! I cant wait to get these bad boys. They recline and should be super comfortable for watching many hours of football each weekend.
• The lawn is getting better but there are still some issues with weeds. The back section of the backyard doesnt get great sunlight, so the grass is somewhat sparse. This had led to considerable amounts of lawn weeds back there. I'm not sure of the best way to get rid of them, but Im thinking about getting the lawn treated in the early spring. Also, around the back edge where the garden starts, there is no grass, just hard dirt. This section needs to be reseeded. However, when I mow the lawn, it looks really great because you cant see the weeds as much, and the color is becoming a nice dark green.
• The house has been pressure washed. I'm not sure If I talked about that yet, but it now looks a whole lot better. There is no black crap on the siding.

Things to be done:

Outside

• I need to fix up the front garden by pulling all of the weeds and getting rid of the all of the large rocks. A bunch of rocks were dug up when we were fixing the drainage. Once I get that done I think we can plant some flowers and lay pine straw or whatever.
• Next we have some large bushes in the front and on the side that need to be trimmed. I think if I could get that done, the house would look a ton better. I need to borrow a hedge trimmer though.
• The garden in the backyard has serious weed problems that I need to tend to. I think I should try to pull out the big ones before the party then in the winter use some Roundup on them. There are so many, and we really just need to kill them. Plus if I do it in the winter, it wont be hot, and the mosquitos wont be out.
• Paint the back deck. I think we are putting this off until the fall when its cooler. This will be a pretty involved process, but I'd rather do it myself than shell out 600 bucks to have some dude come out and do a crappy job.

Inside

• We need to repaint our guest rooms. This is not as easy as it sounds. One of the rooms has tons of sticky velcro and tape all ove the walls and ceiling. I tried removing some of it one day, and it was a huge pain. I might invest in some acetone to help dissolve the adhesive. Would that screw up my carpet or the dry wall? Any chemists read my blog? We also need to pick out colors, but Laura is in charge of that and I'm pretty sure she has some good ideas
• Already mentioned this but we need to paint the new section of wall covering hte studs above the fire place, then hang the TV.

I think that pretty much covers everything. Im sure more things will pop up, but those will be for another post.

Housewarming Party

Dear Internet,
Laura and I are having a house warming party in about 4 weeks, which will be totally awesome. Since we have a good amount of time to plan, I will go ahead and ask for some inputs from my loyal readers. Here's the rundown. We are going to have hotdogs and hamburgers, beer (most likely cheap canned beer), probably some other drink(s), college football on the tv, and wiffle ball. Does this sound like enough food and entertainment?

For the wiffle ball, I have a bat but I need to get some better wiffle balls. I hit the one that came with the bat into the gutter and since I don't have a ladder, it's still up there. The other balls I got really suck, and I've already broken two or three. I also need to a get one of those big red bats for the ladies. I haven't found one yet, so if you know where to look, please let me know. Also, anybody know the best type of wiffle balls to get? One that wont break when I hit the daylights out of it?

Second, I need some ideas on the other drinks department. We want to keep it relatively simple (so nothing fancy). We will have water bottles for the people that don't want to have fun. But I was thinking of some type of punch. Not necessarily koolaid with fun mixed in, but something a little different. Does anybody out there remember in elementary school how the PTA moms would make the 7up and sherbert punch? Wasn't that awesome? It's also super easy! You just take gallons of your favorite sherbert flavor (lime, watermelon, rainbow, etc.) and pour a bunch of 7up on it. You can add dry ice and vodka if you like for a little mystery. Does that sound like a good party drink?

Please let me know your thoughts and ideas!


love,
Robert

QT Hot Dogs

Quick Trip, or QT, has a great convenience store fully equipped with tons of fountain drinks, coffee, snacks, tobacco products, beer, and an array of different types of hot dogs. They have a bunch of different things of the rotating grills where you would normally see the hot dogs. I'm not kidding, there are corn dogs, taquitos, etc. etc.

Well, I noticed the other day that they have a hot dog called the "Spicy Red Dog". And while it may sound pretty good it looks pretty nasty. I mean, its name is pretty accurate, but I don't think they need to make the hot dog that red. It just looks gross.

This post could go downhill from here very fast, so I think I'll just let you insert your jokes as you see fit.

Richard's birthday

On Saturday we celebrated Richard's birthday, and we were only a month and a half late!! Whoohoo! If we put it off much longer we might have had to celebrate two birthdays for him. We went to this new burger joint in Roswell called The Counter. There they have tons of different toppings and sauces so you can make extremely unique customizable burgers. They were fantastic! They also have milkshakes that are supposed to be good, but we didn't try them. Richard and I both got draft Anchor Steam beer which is one of our favorites! What made it even more awesome was that each beer was only $2.50! They were on the menu for 4.50 (not bad at all) but the server told us, all draft beers are $2.50, so we pounced on that. Oddly enough, a coke would also set you back $2.50, so you tell me which is the better deal.

Richard and Christiane enjoying their burgers.

Laura and I enjoying ours.

Hawk Attack!!!

Some of you might know this, but the subject of this post could be one of my deepest seeded fears. But in this case, its super awesome. This week Laura had been telling me about signs warning of hawk attacks. And each time she brought it up, I called shennanigins and called her a liar. But yesterday she had had enough and drove me to see the sign.

For those of you that cant read the sign, it says:
HAWK ATTACK
Please help us find Tonka
small white shitzu
1 eye
purple electric fence collar

Now this is just crazy! A real life hawk, with its might talons, snatched a shitzu (with 1 eye) and flew a way. Did the owners of the dog see this happen?!? I can only imagine how sweet that would have been to see. I hope they got that on video.

So when Tonka was getting abducted by the evil hawk, did it get shocked as it left the fence perimeter? And if it got shocked the hawk must have been shocked too. I bet the hawk was all like, "Damnit, Tonka!!! That shocked the crap outta me!"

Another thought. Since all animals can communicate with each other (it's science), do you think Tonka struck a deal with the hawk to help him escape the electric fence? Not sure what Tonka would give up in the deal, but maybe the hawk did it out of the kindness of his heart. Who knows, Tonka could have told him where all the squirrels in the neighborhood are living. That seems fair. And now, assuming Tonka hasn't been gutted and left for dead by the hawk, Tonka is left to roam the wilderness of Alpharetta. And since he only has one eye, I bet he runs it to every tree in the woods.

Email Quotes

I know everybody has seen an email where the sender insists on putting an inspirational quote at the end. I'm not sure how this trend started and I really don't know why it continues. There are a couple types of quotes people use to sign off their emails, inspirational and humorous. Both of which are not inspirational or humorous.

An example of an "inspirational" quote:
Shoot for the stars, and if you miss you'll reach the clouds.

Seriously? Who puts this junk on EVERY email they send? I'm sorry, I know who puts it on their emails. Losers. But why do they put it on their emails? It must be some daily affirmation their psychologist or guru or whoever told them to live by. And they feel that that one quote sums up how they feel about everything. And on top of that, they feel obligated to share it with all of their "unenlightened" email contacts.

An example of a "humorous" quote:
drive it like you stole it!

....HRHAHAHRHAHAHAHRHRAAHAAAHRHRA!!!!11!! Holy crapbag that was hilarious! Do you get it? Do you?... It's saying, you know, drive your car fast. You know? Cause, if somebody stole a car, they'd sure as hell be driving fast. You get it?
Again, why must these quotes be attached to emails? Does anybody read an email with a funny quote at the end and just start laughing? Does it make your day any better to read something super hilarious like that? No mine.

If you have seen any email quotes, please share them in the comments section so we can make fun of them. All personal attacks are accepted.

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my morning commute

Typically I leave the house before 6:30 so I can get to work by 7. Its really not a bad commute at all. There is very little traffic and I catch the radio shows while they are not on commercial. I have no complaints. When I head out in the morning, the first road I drive on is a two-lane road with woods or fields on either side. Typically I will look for rabbits because I am that awesome. I know, its a pretty sweet gig. I get to go to work super early, and my reward comes in the form of an occasional rabbit munching on carrots or beef jerky. I might pull over and try and catch one of those cotton-tails someday. But for now I'm content just to watch them gorge themselves on tomatoes and slim jims. They're so cute.

This morning's drive was a little more eventful. First, I saw a school bus! Crazy!!! Yeah, well since we've been living up in the boonies school has been out of session. So it looks like today was the first day of school. Good thing I get out of the house early enough not to contend with school traffic. Second, I saw not one, but two living opossums! Usually I will see these ugly night rats dead, sunny side up in the middle of the road. But this morning, I nearly hit both of them. Often times I have wondered, who hits opossums? They should be pretty easy to avoid, right? Wrong! These dumbasses just saunter around the road like they are hot stuff. They think they are invincible! Well, I got news for you, opossum community, you are not invincible! I got four well-inflated, certified Bridgestone Opossum Smashers on my car, and they will mess you up!!



You've been warned.

Football season

I am a pretty big baseball fan, but I definitely get more excited for the start of football season than I do for baseball. And now, in the longest part of the summer, I can finally feel the excitement for the upcoming season. Training camps are starting up which means more reports and more speculation as to what will transpire. With every article I read I get more and more excited.

There are many things awesome about football season, so here are my favorite. First, I love the weekly anticipation for all of the games. In college football every week matters! And every week you are obligated to talk as much trash about the other team and the other teams fans as possible. This weekly banter between opposing fan bases is awesome and it just creates more and more excitement for Saturday. With regards to NFL, each week you must set your fantasy roster for total domination. In order to do this, you must watch all the games the week before, read injury reports, and continually insult the other fantasy teams in your league. Personal insults are by far the best.

I also love Saturdays and Sundays. Of course, one of the best parts of football season is the actual games. Its great to wake up on Saturday morning crack open an ice cold brasky, eat a stack of pancakes, sit on the couch, yell for another brasky, and watch the noon kickoff games. Then at halftime you go shower, brush your teeth, eat another stack of pancakes, wash it down with two more braskys, get dressed, sit back on the couch, yell for another brasky, then watch the second half of the games. With college football, as we all know, there is always a game on TV from noon until midnight with little to no interruptions. So the cycle of beer drinking and pancake eating can go on for over half the day.

Going to the games is also fun as hell. When you go to the game its pretty much the same routine as an away game, but you have to get dressed a lot earlier. Wearing your team colors and yelling at those who don't is something that will never get old. However, if the person you're yelling at is a child, that is twice as fun.

So it seems like football season is perfect in every way imaginable. The week before the game, gameday, home or away, its all good. I could go on more about the food and tailgating, road trips, and personal attacks, but I think you get the picture. Football season is unmatched by any other season. The only thing that could go wrong with football season is if your teams loses. Then it sucks, and sucks hard.

Big Papi Update

To revisit my earlier post about David Ortiz, it looks like with the recent news that he tested positive in 2003 that I was correct. I don't feel great about this because I know that I'm not the only one that guessed this. It was pretty obvious. So where do we go from here with those players that have been outed and those not yet outed?

To date, A-Rod, Manny, and Ortiz have been linked to the infamous "anonymous" drug testing from 2003. And honestly, the news isn't surprising. A-rod was killing the ball ever since 2000, hitting 50 plus HR for the Texas Rangers. Although he was a great player in Seattle, in Texas he became legendary. He won a couple MVP awards with the perennial last place Rangers solely because of his incredible power numbers. While he was doing this, did people suspect he was juicing? Oh yeah, people knew, and people were right.

Manny, like A-rod had always been a great hitter. He had great power in Cleveland and it followed him to Boston. Actually, he brought the "power" with him to Boston. And like any good teammate, he shared it with his buddies, namely David Ortiz. Come to think of it, while Manny was mashing in Cleveland, he probably shared some of his female fertility drug with Jim Thome. Thome definitely took steroids. Write it down. Rumor started here at http://www.robert1083.blogspot.com/.

Now we get to Ortiz. A crappy hitter and a crappy defender until he met up with Manny. Then he was just a crappy defender with a oblong head like Stewie from Family Guy. He gets outed in the NY Times last week and now tons of Boston Fans are pissed off. Looks like that 2004 Championship isn't legit. Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Boston won that year fair and square because the other teams they beat we probably taking just as many PEDs. Not more PEDs, heavens no. Nobody took more steroids than the Red Sox. But the teams they beat were definitely juicing.

So who's the next player to be named for a positive test back in 2003? Bronson Arroyo seems to think it will be him.
http://www.courant.com/sports/nationworld/wire/sns-ap-bbn-reds-arroyo,0,5821727.story
What kind of admission of guilt or non-guilt is this? "Oh man, if Manny and Ortiz were named, I'm not sure I won't be named..." What are you saying Bronson? Are you saying that if those two could test positive anybody could? Are you saying that everybody in the Sawx clubhouse was taking the same stuff? Huh?


My real question to Senor Arroyo is, why do you think you will be named next? That's pretty brash of you to think in the lineage of great players of 2003 it would go A-Rod, Manny, Ortiz,....Arroyo? Excuse me? I mean, seriously there has got to be another 200 players to be named before you. You sucked! Was it the steroids that helped you get that 4.03 ERA in 2004? You have to like his strategy though. A forgotten pitcher tries to resurrect his legacy by injecting his name into the steroid talks with the likes of the greatest hitters of the era. Well played, but I don't think anybody is buying. People will remember Arroyo for his cornrows, ballerina leg kick, girl arms, and mega-crappy music career. Not for being a good pitcher. Sorry, brah.


Bronson Arroyo, ladies and gentlemen.