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Bomber
| | Posted on Thursday, October 26, 2006 - 03:05 pm: | 
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to quote winnie the pooh, bump bump bump down the funny stairs . . . .
good tale Ez! |
Krid80
| | Posted on Thursday, October 26, 2006 - 03:42 pm: |
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WOW Ed, you were like Forrest Gump of the Navy! Way to not leave a man behind! LOL |
Ezblast
| | Posted on Thursday, October 26, 2006 - 04:41 pm: |
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Shawn is running the familly business in Murpheysburg, Tenn. and Steve's a dentist, me I just keep gumping along - lol
GT - JBOTDS! EZ |
Captpete
| | Posted on Thursday, October 26, 2006 - 09:35 pm: |
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"Leave no man behind."
Yer a good boy, EZ
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Firemanjim
| | Posted on Thursday, October 26, 2006 - 11:52 pm: |
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John,I am scheduled off on sun mon and tues,work weds thurs at this point.You are welcome to come by and peruse anytime.How is your daytime schedule like? |
Ceejay
| | Posted on Friday, October 27, 2006 - 03:38 am: |
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Barley, malt, and hops. Mixing them and adding water started way back when-actually around the time the kings discovered that those farming folk knew wha the hell they were doing and thus starting the rise of modern agriculture. Food to feed our families is of no discourse right? We need beer to make them women pretty and to lighten the load from my mind. Due to this it is needless to say hangovers have been around for many a long time-prolly as long as women have been biting about not getting the grass cut nor the wood chopped. And it appears that many here have indulged in some form of fermentable from time to time. Enjoyment comes to each his own-and often times with great repercussions-hangin over, and I'm not referring to those TX folk thinking they got something cause they eat too much and do too little. I'm talking-well I guess it's typing, about boozing, and often times a bit too heavy. Many can often remember the day of the hanging, but little of the night before? Why? Makes a man wonder, "why the hell did I do that to myself"
And then the stories come, usually it starts with the girl laying next to you.
"Do you remember last night?"
Looking perplexed-"should I?"
breakfast comes-and then comes up.
A friend or two stops by-bearing gifts-bloody mary with a pickle-and a story to tell.
Fresh cut grass, popcorn, and even a hint of beer-these were often the first hint of what was to come. A locker room is often a place of a lot of action but little remembrance, as it really isn't that important. Players getting taped, going over assignments, and some praying. Walking out now you can hear the small crowd enjoying a dog, conversation, or maybe even a soco-sneaked in of course. They don't care about the game, it's of no importance, they are here to see and be seen, meet some old friends, get a story to tell, and to basically enjoy all that fermentation brings. Kickoff was alway a bit anticlimatic. Sure it got the fans off thier feet, and often times there was a good hit, but for the most part my favorite part of the game was butting heads with a 300 lb fat guy. These folks think thier smart-they study english, teaching, or hope to become a coach themselves-students of the game? I watch them get into their stance, fingers turning white, against the green fresh cut grass from all the weight being pressed upon it. My head goes through all thier tendencies. Third and one, 98% run-they have the best fullback in the conference-my head didn't need to go to far...The guard blocks down, slamming into our nosetackle who happened to be shaded to the week side. I fill-if you see a hole fill it-completely bowling over the fullback and knocking the tailback flat on his ass. Jumping, hooting, hollering-this is the best tailback in the nation, across all divisions, has the most yards from scrimmage and ends up winning the DII heisman. He needs smelling salts, refs are screaming at me to get back, step away. The game goes on, the day gets gloomy, we lose. Taking that familiar walk-we weren't that good compared to the rest of the MIFC and begin to get undressed-remember the lockerroom? Little happens here, and regardless of the outcome few want to remember it. We all go back to our places. Some dorms, some houses, little provide a respite from the drubbing. I get back to the house where my friend and my girl are waiting, sometimes they are one and the same, tonight she is just a girl. We continue where it was left off the night before, drink some beers, have some fermentables, enjoy the company. I've never had a concussion-either from football or motorbike riding, but I'v often had one from drinking. Is it possible to cure a mind of it woes, and if so is it worth it? And in the end who do you think gets the worse hangover? |
Bomber
| | Posted on Friday, October 27, 2006 - 01:13 pm: |
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Jim -- daytime sked is pretty booked (they actually expect to get somethin for the price of the ticket -- imagine!)
I'll drop you a line when the schedule is a little more knowable (Monday evening looks best at this point) --
if it doesn't work out, I'm out in that neck of the woods every 6/7 weeks --
and, Christmas came to the entropy lab early this year -- box arrived yesterday! thanks a million! |
Firemanjim
| | Posted on Friday, October 27, 2006 - 07:20 pm: |
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Cool,now get to work on that bike.
Maybe a monday evening of ingestibles and bike gawking--- |
Bomber
| | Posted on Saturday, October 28, 2006 - 09:14 am: |
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;-} |
Firemanjim
| | Posted on Saturday, October 28, 2006 - 04:37 pm: |
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Next time make sure you are around for the first monday of the month as the A.S.B.N. meeting is just up the road from you in San Leandro.I am at work again today--we sent a rig to the SoCal fire in Riverside--it was burning 1000 acres an hour last I heard.Be home tomorrow. 707 548-7906. |
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