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I paid for it one year. i found 2 or three friends from high school and a couple from college as well. most of them had the same attitude i had. it was ok to suscribe once but that was about it.

At a recent seminar about the rebuilding efforts, New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin asked the crowd: "How do I ensure that New Orleans is not overrun by Mexican workers?" That's a nice attitude!

Joe had an incredible post-seson and his glove was steady all year long but man i'm really getting tired of watching him hit .230 all year long...especially when he'll tease you for a couple of weeks with .350 hitting only to go back to his .230.

and of course.....the cubs board is posting things like "is ozzie gay??" lol sad little fandom the cubs have right now. i wouldn't have it any other way!!!

QUOTE(Rex Kickass @ Oct 27, 2005 -> 04:46 PM) Last time I checked Israel has their big boy pants on. Maybe they can fight their own battles. I agree, so what's your point? You made a smart-assed comment about Israel having nukes and maybe we should attack them too. I pointed out that they don't threaten all the non-believers with death as do out Muslin friends, and you respond as if I said we should defend them or something. Israel takes care of itself well, and could do even better if they didn't get b****-slapped by the UN every time they look crosseyed at the Palestinians. edit. Evil-Monkey made this post, I forgot to log Juddling off my computer here at work. So when you respond, you can respond to me, EM, not my bro, Juddling.

i let my 11 year old daughter stay up and watch it. after the final out...i was in stunned silence when she said behind me "HE GAWN!!!!" we high-fived and pretended it was New Years and went into the front yard and bang on some pots and pans and yelled "Go Sox!!!!" after a minute we stopped only to hear more cheers from down the street. We moved into this town over the summer and wasn't sure how many sox fans there were around. for 10 minutes..it sounded the the 4th of july. Go Sox!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (we need a World Champs smiley now) juddling

...so much for all those naked Sheryl Swoopes fantasies i had over the years did i think that out loud again???????

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god just win it tomorrow.....i've put on 20 lbs. with all the nervous snacking i've done. you're killing me.

This article appeared in the June 9, 2003 issue of ESPN The Magazine. The best arm in the minor leagues -- that'll be the curse of him. What you have here, when it comes right down to it, is a boy who can throw heat #### and do little else. A boy who won't stop drinking, won't stop cussing and won't pay his own bills. What you have here is a 10th-grade education and a 100 mph fastball and a major league organization blinded by the light. It can't end well. The speed gun shall set you free, or at least get you drafted out of the wilderness, and that's why Bobby Jenks stands before you today in a baseball uniform. His handshake will break your hamate bone, his slacks need to be let out at the calves and when scouts are asked to compare him to somebody, they say Curt Schilling or Paul Bunyan. Oh, and they say Sidd Finch, too. Bobby Jenks' story reeks of prize-winning fiction, except it turned very real a couple years back when he got into the self-mutilation. In a drunken stupor one night, he took a lighter and burned the backside of his pitching hand, opening a wound the size of a silver dollar. He then torched his left hand and the underside of both forearms -- before passing out -- and when he showed the gore to his agent's girlfriend a few days later, she went upstairs to cry. He told his employers, the wishful-thinking Anaheim Angels, that he'd fried himself lifting the engine out of his car. They bought it, just like they bought it the first time they laid eyes on the 12-to-6 break of his curveball. These Angels ended up taking him in the fifth round of the 2000 amateur draft, even though his GPA as a high school senior was nil. They took him even though he'd been an absolute nobody eight weeks prior, and even though he gripped the baseball like a freak. They took him even though the gossip scared them to death. They took him even though scouts were saying that Bobby Jenks was a heavy drinker (true), that he was in special ed (true), that he was a white supremacist (not true), that he'd grown up in a rundown Idaho log cabin (true) and that his #### was pierced (apparently not true). They took him even though he took a lighter to himself, and that's why some baseball people believe 22-year-old Bobby Jenks, a can't-miss Double-A pitcher, might miss after all. "From the neck down, he's a major leaguer," says a part-time scout for the Phillies, Dave Ryles. From the neck up? "Maybe a Little Leaguer," says Ryles. Which brings us to the obvious question: If this is the best arm in the minor leagues, why did he set it on fire? *** His ex-agent says Bobby Jenks used to call him D.J., #### for Dirty ####. The agent says Bobby would say it casually on phone messages -- "Call me back, D.J." -- and while Bobby denies it, it's a window into the mystery of a backwoods pitcher. He was raised by a tormented father and a restless mother, and if this won't explain the baggage of Bobby Jenks, nothing will. The father's name is Robert (Big Rob to his pals), and when Big Rob was in the 11th grade, his widowed mother ran off to Vegas to marry one of his 22-year-old buddies. "I needed out," Big Rob says. So he joined the army and, upon discharge, became a roofer in Sylmar, Calif. By that time, Big Rob and his girlfriend, Carla Stage, already had a son named Bobby, and even when she gave him two more sons, Big Rob still wouldn't marry her. "Maybe I'm just chicken," he says. But Big Rob didn't run, even though he could barely support them all on his 20 grand a year. A former high school catcher, Big Rob tried turning his big-boned boys into pitchers. But while driving to the parks in Sylmar, Big Rob grew appalled by the number of blacks and Latinos on street corners. "You never knew if a gang of 20 Mexicans would jump you," Big Rob says, "but I don't want to get racial." About the time Bobby turned 13, Big Rob was looking for a change. A buddy offered him a roofing job in virtually all-white northwest Idaho, and Big Rob told the family to start packing. "I had to get the boys out," he says. "It was almost like we were minorities." They settled in Spirit Lake (pop. 791), where there happened to be swastikas painted on signs 15 minutes up the road. At the time, the Aryan Nations compound was in the nearby woods of Hayden, and the Jenkses felt they were guilty by association -- like everyone else in town. On their way to ball games, the family couldn't help but drive by the guard tower and the signs that read, "Trespassers will be ####." And even though that tower isn't there anymore, Bobby's career has been shadowed by it. "Sure, if you wanted to be a skinhead, they were right around the corner," says Big Rob. "They've got to be somewhere. But it wasn't our deal. Our deal was baseball." But if Bobby wasn't in class, he couldn't play ball. A teacher at Lakeland High, Jana Hawn, found him to be learning disabled and placed him in special ed, which helped get him eligible for his 10th-grade season. But the stigma of special ed "just made things worse," according to Carla. Bobby refused tutoring, and Big Rob and Carla blew off their parent-teacher meetings with Hawn. Their home was the talk of the baseball team. His teammates heard Bobby was living in the woods with no running water, and it wasn't far from the truth. The cabin Big Rob rented -- for $375 a month -- was 20'x30', built in 1948 and never modernized. "Looked like it was made of Lincoln Logs," says a neighbor, Joe Hawkins. Inside, the linoleum floor was gashed, cabinets were rotting and the ceiling had soot from cigarette smoke. The only source of heat was a wood-burning furnace. Carla would periodically bolt for LA, "'cause the cabin had me miserable." Meantime, the constant snow meant Big Rob couldn't do any roofing seven months out of the year. Liquor became his recreation, and both he and Carla were picked up on DUI charges. Carla tried to help the family by working as a checkout clerk at Miller's Food City for $6 an hour. But she couldn't keep the job. "She's the only lady I've ever had call in sick because she got hit in the head with a can of green beans," her former boss, Kevin Miller, says. "They'd been drinking and playing poker, when a friend's wife chucked a can of green beans at her. That family, they'd work hard every day, drink hard every night." By his last two years of high school, Bobby had grown into a 6'3", 260-pound power pitcher, but nobody's eligible with a nonexistent GPA. "I could read -- I wasn't dumb by any means," Bobby says. "Just didn't feel like raising my hand in class." He dropped out, grew a beer gut, got into fistfights with Big Rob and began striking out 15 batters a night in American Legion ball. Still hadn't seen a speed gun in his life. *** What you have here is a complete accident. One coach calls another coach, who calls another coach who's looking for Connie Mack League pitchers. Next thing you know, Bobby Jenks has a ticket back to civilization. The Connie Mack coach we're talking about, Mark Potoshnik, invited Bobby to Seattle for a look-see, and when he saw Jenks' tailing fastball, he said, "That's serious heat ####.'' A light went on in Potoshnik's head: Get this big bear drafted. All he had to do was enroll him in a Seattle school and invite 30 teams to a workout. So, eight weeks before the draft, everyone from the Mets to the Marlins showed up at Potoshnik's Northwest Baseball Academy. Out walked Bobby Jenks, staring down the barrel of 20 speed guns. "We crowded behind home plate, and his first pitch sails six feet over the catcher's head," says Ryles, the Phillies scout. "It almost hit the Mets scout in the face, and the Mets guy stumbled over a couple bats and everybody laughed. And poor Bobby thought they were laughing at him. He was almost in tears." Says Bobby: "I was like, '####. I almost killed a guy.' " Fortunately, the next two pitches were straight -- and 96 mph. "They were almost pushing each other out of the way to talk to me," Bobby says. The Angels and Phillies were two of the teams that decided to take a closer look. Ryles and his boss, Bill Harper, visited the cabin, but left depressed. "Well," says Ryles, "we had Bobby fill out a questionnaire and it looked like third-grade scribble. Words like 'coach' were misspelled, and his phone number was backwards. We couldn't read it. We saw this word, 'scrow,' and said, 'What is this?' and he said, 'My grade-point scrow.' My little sister, when she was in third and fourth grades, wrote better than he did. You felt sorry for the kid." The Phillies pretty much ruled Bobby out that day -- figuring he was too immature to handle pro ball. But Matt Sosnick, a San Francisco-based agent, was there for damage control. Sosnick was the only agent to have recruited Bobby at the cabin. Well aware of the nearby Aryan Nations compound, Sosnick blurted out then that he was a ####. "Doesn't bother me," Bobby said, and hired Sosnick on the spot. Turned out, Angels scouting director Donny Rowland wanted to pick Bobby in the first two rounds. "Had he gone to high school, he might have been the first pick," Angels scout Jack Uhey says. But Uhey knew teams were afraid of the gossip and assured Rowland he could have Bobby in Round 5. Bobby spent draft day with Sosnick in San Francisco, and when he heard his name called by the Angels, he broke down. "My chance to start over," he sobbed. Back home, Big Rob was behind on rent and on the verge of splitting up with Carla. But Bobby was done with that drama now. When the Angels offered him a bonus of 175 large, he wouldn't even let Sosnick negotiate. "They could've had me for free," Bobby says. He signed the contract at his favorite restaurant: ####. *** Only a couple of dozen pitchers on earth can hit triple-digits. They include Randy Johnson, Billy Wagner, Armando Benitez. And Bobby (Nuke) Jenks. He was nicknamed after Bull Durham's scatter-armed Nuke LaLoosh at rookie ball in Butte, Mont., where he admits he "couldn't hit the barn in front of me.'' One night, he threw 95 pitches in three innings. But the Angels tolerated it because he had the strongest hands they'd ever seen. They took one look at his self-taught curveball grip (he doesn't touch the seams) and were amazed by the spin. "His curveball might be better than his fastball," Angels GM Bill Stoneman says. The mantra soon became best arm in the minor leagues -- although this was before anyone had seen him with a beer buzz. Several teammates recall an incident in 2000, in which a bartender refused to serve an inebriated Bobby any more alcohol. They say Bobby's response was to throw a #### glass through the bar window, although he says someone else threw it. At instructional league in the fall, Bobby was drunk in the hotel pool. He hurled a basketball at a teammate, and it skipped up and nearly hit a coach's baby. The Angels sent him home. That was the winter Bobby burned his pitching arm. Even though he regrets it -- " 'Cause of one #### night, I got scars the rest of my life," he says -- it was a warning sign. "I don't know if Bobby can go out and have an occasional drink without wanting to have four or five," says Big Rob. The Angels weren't giving up. By the end of 2001, Bobby was promoted from Class-A Cedar Rapids to Double-A Arkansas, where he didn't throw a fastball under 95 in a playoff win against Round Rock, including a four-pitch sequence of 100, 100, 101, 99. The Angels credited his progress to Bobby's shotgun marriage that year. In February 2001, he'd met Adele Romkee at a Seattle hamburger joint, and four months later they were pregnant and married, in that order. Bobby had done what his father wouldn't do -- commit. Adele was bright, two years older, middle-class and willing to take care of him. "Bobby's kind of like having another kid," Adele says. He'd earlier had his Ford F150 repossessed, but now he had Adele to pay the bills. And because of their baby daughter, Cuma, Bobby had a reason to stop carousing. Rowland, the Angel exec, thanked Adele profusely that summer. "Bobby comes off harder than he really is," Adele says. "He painted our baby's room, put the crib together. If you're on Bobby's good side, he'll do what he can for you." But in 2002, in Arkansas, the bad side returned. Bobby kept bringing beer onto the team bus, against club policy. In June, manager Doug Sisson finally suspended him and two teammates. Bobby's response to Sisson was, "This is fin' bulls. We're fin' men." Their argument moved from Sisson's office into the clubhouse, where Bobby admits, "We were close to coming to blows." The Angels sent him back to A-ball and offered counseling (which Bobby refused). Bobby reacted by firing Sosnick and hiring power-broker agent Scott Boras. Bobby told Sosnick that Boras never would've let the Angels demote him; Sosnick claims four Angels executives called to tell him he was better off without the kid. "Imagine being in the top five in the world at what you do, and your demons are so terrible that your ability is dwarfed," Sosnick says. "That's Bobby Jenks. The worst thing that could happen is if he gets to the big leagues. If he gets to the big leagues, he'll free-fall. He can't handle success." Jenks' response to Sosnick is, "Enjoy the view when I get there." The Angels expect Bobby there as well. "To my knowledge, he's not been involved in anything illegal," Stoneman says. "We've got a young guy who's done some immature things. But nothing to the point that I would say it's time to throw in the towel." What you have here, remember, is a pitcher who still childishly stares down umpires. A pitcher who's been 30 pounds overweight every spring, who whispers "fastball away" to hitters he's facing, who cusses opponents for trying to bunt. What you have here is a pitcher who's about to name his first son Nolan. A pitcher who dominated last year's Arizona Fall League with a 1.08 ERA, but has a career ERA in the 4's. A pitcher who's walked 19 hitters in 23 innings while striking out 27 at Double-A this season. And a pitcher who offends teammates out in public. According to Arkansas catcher Ryan Budde, Bobby drank 15 to 20 beers at a charity golf outing in April (Bobby says it was more like three or four), then began hurling his clubs down the fairway after bad shots and shouting at teammates teeing off. Says Budde, "I hate to say it, but he needs to grow up a little more. When it's his turn to pitch, and he hasn't been out boozing, he can be pretty good. But you never know what you're gonna get with Bobby." What you have here -- what you've always had with Bobby Jenks -- is a case of the arm wagging the dog. Except now the arm's hurt. Bobby Jenks is on the shelf for a month with a sore elbow, and he hasn't had this kind of pain in his arm since he took a lighter to it. He's lost sleep over this -- can it all go poof that fast? -- and he ought to be losing sleep. Because Bobby Jenks without his arm is ... Big Rob.

makes me long for the good o' days back when wrestling was real....

Now if we could just find a little island somewhere far away for all of the Cub fans............lol

I don't think i would be totally crushed if Paulie left next year. What would crush me is if this organization then tried to push Ross Gload as the Sox' next great first baseman. That would be alot of HR's and Rbi's to give up...though maybe he could avoid a few more double plays. if Paulie goes....then you hit the free agent market and fill in the hole with a comperable bat.

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Maybe she could appear on Geena Davis' show in a couple of weeks

i'm trying to find a plce to look up stats for the upcoming World Series. For instance.....i would like to find out the career record of Clemens and Pettite vs. the sox and things like that...but i've run out of places to look so i appeal to you. any ideas????????? Go SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe the thread title should be changed to 'World Series TICKET to go on sale Teusday'

QUOTE(bmags @ Oct 18, 2005 -> 05:07 PM) i timed it so well though, i have an atomic clock haha... oh well, it seemed too good to be true, the trip back home i made back in september coincided with our first home world series game since 59...insane...its time i asked my dad for an early christmas present... damn you brokers! I did the same thing, got onto the site actually right away, said 4 for best available for game 2 and clicked to verify within 20 seconds, and after 4 minutes of it searching, it said, 'sorry, no tickets available'.

As voted on by 10,000 member of askmen.com...... Top 10 Sitcoms of the 1990's---- 10. Home Improvement 9. 3rd Rock From the Sun 8. Newsradio 7. Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire 6. Married with Children 5. Rosanne 4. The Drew Carey Show 3. Fraiser 2. Friends 1. Seinfield could have easliy guess the top three though i think Married with children should be at least number 4. I have never seen the humor in 3rd rock (though my mom LOVED that show.) Just throwing it out for discussion....so talk among yourselves.

QUOTE(EvilMonkey @ Oct 16, 2005 -> 11:50 PM) Did I say that? Just making an observation. Even a dog knows not to s*** where they sleep. nothing worse than sleeping in your own s***....

On a side note.....did you hear about the injury suffered during the post-game celebration????? i guess Harold Baines pulled a couple of face muscles when he showed some emotion!!!!!!!!!!

I was thinking about this last night as i was watching the game with a few of my Cubbie friends last night. If/When the Sox win the series...us sox fans will have the perfect answer to any Cub criticism. Cub Fan: We got 35,000 opening day at Wrigley Sox Fan: We won the World Series Cub Fan: Wrigley is a baseball shrine Sox Fan: We're World Champs!!!!!!! Cub Fan: We've got Mark Prior Sox Fan: We've got 4 pitchers who threw complete game victories en route to being World Champs!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no comeback!!!!!!!!!!!!! God i love this team. Go White Sox!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

QUOTE(Milkman delivers @ Oct 15, 2005 -> 05:17 AM) That would piss them off even more. Don't need to give them more reason to beat us. i'm sure they were somewhat pissed tonight and it didn't help them much.

I saw an ad the other day for the sequel for "Zorro" with Bandareas and Cathrine Zeta-Jones and i was thrilled. the original was one of my wife's and my favorite movie and always thought there should be a sequel. We'll have to wait and see if it will be as good as the first but then we started talking about movies that we would have LIKED to have seen a sequel to but never did. Just wondering if there was any you guys could think of...... I would have like to seen a sequel to 'Maverick" with Mel Gibson. Loved the orginal and the ending left it open for a sequel. Besides...James Garner isn't going to be around much longer...lol!!!!! what do you all think?? Go Sox!!!!!!!!