Post by crash23 on Dec 8, 2006 9:29:56 GMT -8
Here's the report from last night's meeting of the minds:
Mike still can’t decide on a name or uniform style. That might be a good thing b/c if he had already ordered them the boys would be taking the field in navy colored uniforms and some sort of thing around the armpits that makes them look like the St. Louis Rams. I can’t tell ya what they’re called but our “Cab boy” can. Ya know, I’ve known Mike for a long time and I gotta say he’s never been the most cultured guy out there but man has he made strides. I guess it’s the company he’s been keeping lately. Let’s hold out hope that he’ll come to his senses soon (about the uniforms, not the company). He was quite flustered as we all could tell b/c he kept looking at his watch… He’s got a strict 9:30 bedtime. It’s voluntarily though (really).
Tony was in distress b/c he can’t decide what color to frost his tips. We all tried to convince him not to but he says he’s only got a few years of hair left so he wants to abuse it while he can.
Greenie was rather quiet, I guess he felt out of his element with all the baseball gents around. It’s gotta be tough b/c for the last few months he’s been hanging out with those monosyllabic football folk and is not used to the intellectual challenge we present. You could see the wheels turning (slowly) as he tried to keep up. I don’t think the beer helped the thought process…
Alex showed up late (typical of UPS) and kept murmuring about his pre-mature grey hair, said it had something to do with travel ball. Tony told him just to frost it…
Chris was also a little frazzled. He kept babbling something about Big Brother spying on his website, “they’re out to get me” he kept repeating. We encouraged him to take his meds and Mike offered him a Levitra chaser.
Lance even showed and was emphatic that 200 games a year is not too many for a 10 year-old to play. “Hell, his older brother plays 300!” He insists if you break them in slowly, say 100 games when he’s 8, any kid can handle it. He is adamant about one thing though - nothing over 30 innings of pitching a week.
Scrapper was gonna show too but didn’t get the invite until late. In his excitement he jumped off the couch too fast and threw out his back, causing him to stumble headfirst into the wall which resulted in a TKO. His family didn’t find him until early this morning. We wish him a speedy recovery and promise invite him sooner next time.
Kenny was gonna show put couldn't pull himself away from the re-run of the 1965 Daytona 500. He was also pissed that Lampost doesn't have Pabst Blue Ribbon on tap.
All in all it was another fun night of wings, beer and BS. We’re trying to decide what to call this gathering - just for sh*ts and giggles put Mike in charge. His eyes lit up and he said something about wearing those cool hats like Barney and Fred do at their meetings…
Mike still can’t decide on a name or uniform style. That might be a good thing b/c if he had already ordered them the boys would be taking the field in navy colored uniforms and some sort of thing around the armpits that makes them look like the St. Louis Rams. I can’t tell ya what they’re called but our “Cab boy” can. Ya know, I’ve known Mike for a long time and I gotta say he’s never been the most cultured guy out there but man has he made strides. I guess it’s the company he’s been keeping lately. Let’s hold out hope that he’ll come to his senses soon (about the uniforms, not the company). He was quite flustered as we all could tell b/c he kept looking at his watch… He’s got a strict 9:30 bedtime. It’s voluntarily though (really).
Tony was in distress b/c he can’t decide what color to frost his tips. We all tried to convince him not to but he says he’s only got a few years of hair left so he wants to abuse it while he can.
Greenie was rather quiet, I guess he felt out of his element with all the baseball gents around. It’s gotta be tough b/c for the last few months he’s been hanging out with those monosyllabic football folk and is not used to the intellectual challenge we present. You could see the wheels turning (slowly) as he tried to keep up. I don’t think the beer helped the thought process…
Alex showed up late (typical of UPS) and kept murmuring about his pre-mature grey hair, said it had something to do with travel ball. Tony told him just to frost it…
Chris was also a little frazzled. He kept babbling something about Big Brother spying on his website, “they’re out to get me” he kept repeating. We encouraged him to take his meds and Mike offered him a Levitra chaser.
Lance even showed and was emphatic that 200 games a year is not too many for a 10 year-old to play. “Hell, his older brother plays 300!” He insists if you break them in slowly, say 100 games when he’s 8, any kid can handle it. He is adamant about one thing though - nothing over 30 innings of pitching a week.
Scrapper was gonna show too but didn’t get the invite until late. In his excitement he jumped off the couch too fast and threw out his back, causing him to stumble headfirst into the wall which resulted in a TKO. His family didn’t find him until early this morning. We wish him a speedy recovery and promise invite him sooner next time.
Kenny was gonna show put couldn't pull himself away from the re-run of the 1965 Daytona 500. He was also pissed that Lampost doesn't have Pabst Blue Ribbon on tap.
All in all it was another fun night of wings, beer and BS. We’re trying to decide what to call this gathering - just for sh*ts and giggles put Mike in charge. His eyes lit up and he said something about wearing those cool hats like Barney and Fred do at their meetings…