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QUOTE(Chisoxfn @ Jul 19, 2005 -> 10:49 PM) Sox gave up way too much. Angels refused to accept Timo in the trade, going for the Grade A Rubber Band instead. If Kenny sticks to his guns, the Sox have one more rubberband and one less Timo Perez. So true.

Something with sidney crosby and pittsburgh penguins logos please.

hes not as close to ass much of an asshole as jose guillen. Today on the braves game the nats tried to lay down a sac bunt but then mccann threw out guillen at 3rd and guillen went out of his way to go in spikes up at chippers legs and flipped him over. What an ass. Just cuz his team sucks doesn't mean he has to injure the team infront.

I know how you feel. My cat scooter died while we were on vacation when it choked to death. It was a stray cat that i found under the deck of my house and i convinced my parents to let it stay in the house. Very sad, and im sorry to hear about yours.

QUOTE(southsideirish71 @ Jul 26, 2005 -> 12:39 AM) if dat dont offend u bish, dis will, fish u LOL lol. this part made me laugh “Hopefully this can provide the spark that we need,” said third baseman Joe Crede. “A lot of times a simple turn of events can change everything. When Ozzie came out of the dugout to argue, we could tell that he was fired up. It’s just so gratifying to have a manager that cares. That kind of thing rubs off on the players. In fact, just after the game a bunch of us went out and beat up a homeless guy.

Screw those three lets get paul Kariya. This guy is awesome and would help us out big time. We have the most money to spend and we need a dependable goalie. Last i checked Nikoli Khabibulin is availiable.

This was even better than my thing about buehrle. Good job lol

heres another very happy story: The X-rays alone were several hundred dollars. That part was easy. Despite living in his car with his wife and son, Miller's credit line was spotless. The tricky part was relocating, food, gas, just enough money to take him from Nashville to Chicago. If he hadn't been pissing a dark, rusty brown Miller would've been none the wiser. That's blood in the urine, that abnormal color. Renal cell carcinoma will do that to you. If caught early it's usually treated with surgery, though it is notoriously resistant to radiation. Little could be done, the doctors said. He took out a loan from the bank and hit the road immediately, fitting an appointment with a specialist in Michigan at the very last second. Your car as collateral, when you're on your last leg and desperation sets in, can bring you all the money in the world you want. Miller knew MRI scans were expensive, but how much would the bribes cost, to leave a few blank spaces in his medical history. In the end, every doctor has their price, or in this case, a third-year resident up to her eyeballs in debt. Miller got worried as he hit Fort Wayne and his vision started to blur hurtling North on Interstate 65, not to mention the stomach pain as he brushed the southernmost tip of Lake Superior. That's another common symptom. When patients first present for medical attention they're looking for what's called the 'classic triad', blood in the urine, flank pain, and an abdominal mass. Constipation is just the next inevitable step. In the Department of Cardiology all cell phones are turned off, pagers, PDAs, wireless televisions, radios. They're silent here. Everything is quiet except for the footsteps of doctors and disenchanted visitors lumbering slowly against glossy tiles, the squeaky wheel of gurneys paddling along hard linoleum, and the occasional Code Blue alarm clamoring all the way from Emergency Trauma. The room of the MRI has no metal, everything is made of something else. The shelves are wood painted white. The faux handles of drawers and cupboards are lacquered black plastic as are the skylights above. If anything were galvanized it would get swallowed by the oversized photocopier. Imagine your body in a casket, the casket is buttoned down in the back of a hearse, bumping and bobbing along gravel in the parking lot before hitting the highway at eighty miles an hour. The table slides backwards as the MRI envelopes his body. Whirlwinds of sound circle him. He tries desperately to cover his ears but he can't even touch his chest. Trying to move is impossible. His ears are covered by plastic anyway. Don't start. Don't even scratch that itch on your nose. Do you want to start from scratch all over again? You're inside a giant photocopier or a very large washing machine. The X-rays develop line by line on the image-enhancing screens. They stand in white robes, clipboards in hand, pens in pockets, the washing machine of the MRI swooshing away like the turning of the tides. He writhes in the coffin, his chest heaving up and down. Something small and fleshy swims in his mouth, the way a tadpole would be trapped in your saliva. He swallows it before he has a chance to spit, his neck still braced in gentle white plastic. The inside of his mouth goes numb quickly filling up with blood. His air supply is cut off. His chest burns intensely before the organs liquefy in his ribcage and his stomach feels like ten baggies of cocaine opened simultaneously in his intestinal tract. Outside the room, the doctors tell him to keep still. People have been known to get claustrophobic, some even hyperventilate, but even then there's usually a few minutes left. The throat closes up, unable to receive oxygen. Still, it's a real b**** to start over, from scratch all over again. The front of his tongue is gone, bitten off by his own front teeth, the pain too awful to bear. He's now kicking the machine from the inside, his knees pounding against the stiff interior. The doctors can't even hear it, hear his thrashing behind two inches of glass. His head smacks back and forth, rattling the not-so-gentle plastic as the woosh, woosh, woosh of the giant photocopier rolls on. Then everything stops, flatline, and the glass turns red, blood red, so red that they can't even see the room beyond the window it's so dark. The resident on call slowly backpedals out the room as more and more blood appears along the windows in thin lace-like streaks. What the doctors see is a giant lump of tissues ripped inside-out, curtain-thin sheets of skin dangling over the examiner's table, transparent against the blinding fluorescent lights high above their heads. The bloodied ribbons of muscle wound bountiful on what was once his stomach. His collarbone is sheared as bits of ribcage remain jagged and upright through the scored flesh of his chest. That's when they notice it, something shiny and thin in the waterslide tube of the MRI. The nearest doctor picks it up, smeared in blood between two gloved fingers. Its thin-tipped ends still clasping onto shreds of ventricles torn from the inside, all stringy and damp the way spaghetti looks out of the strainer. That's the problem with pacemakers, old pacemakers anyway. Today they're made of hard plastic and don't interfere with heavy machinery. It doesn't matter now. The malpractice settlement was six figures alone, more then his father pulled in over the last thirty-some-odd years of his life. This man had nothing, but now dead, his family will live nicely off the life insurance. His baby boy will go to university, his mother will be able to buy food, they will able to live in a real house with lights and heat and everything. How quickly time flies by. Eventually little boys grow up.

Wow, i made it through the story and realized im not not sick, not faint, but really freaked out. I don't see how anybody could live through that. I still dont get how it would just suck out your intestines. And that dude with the wax has to be f***ed up real bad. as that one guy said. :shudder: wow

John Kruk. He never gets the credit for playing wit all that weight and the long hair. LOL

QUOTE(southsideirish @ Jul 24, 2005 -> 06:56 PM) He is sick of him walking so many guys. It is really getting to Ozzie. Insignificant yes, but he is f'n pissed! On wgn they were showing the soundbytes of ozzie and he said something about how he don't care about the home runs cuz everybody gets hit, he said he just hates the walks.

QUOTE(SoxFan101 @ Jul 24, 2005 -> 09:28 PM) Yes, but he is using Buehrle's 1 bad game as an example when people bash other players for 1 game. And like i pointed out with the other people the reason they were called out was because its been a lot more than one game when it comes to the likes of Konerko, Dye, and so on. im sorry but i don't recall buehrle's one bad game, and can't people realize i was joking aroung i mean come on, have some fun here.

yeah but he didn't give up a three run blast, can't people just be happy with a win?

that was marte's run. Edit: No need for that last line.

all of you should come to the chat and talk

Duke was great tonight and should have been an easy win if our guys could learn how to hit a fastball down the middle on a 2-0 or maybe even 3-1 count. It was sad to see so many cookies go right by them, especially with the bases loaded. Well lets hope this heat gets to manny in left field and he cant play and we win.

QUOTE(WHarris1 @ Jul 24, 2005 -> 12:39 AM) Holding the mag with his left hand

QUOTE(elrockinMT @ Jul 24, 2005 -> 12:36 AM) I have to believe it was meant for a good laugh. Otherwise I vote that we hunt this guy down and pulverize him. :rolly Trust me it was for a good laugh

I like to wear khaki pants with a wool sweater on all year. Its soooooo comfortable!

Mark buehrle hasn't been the same since his last start. All this sliding on the tarp may be getting to his pitching arm. The white sox need to trade him before he becomes a liability. Hes hurting this team. Just look at the effect hes had on jon garland. Its sad. Some of you people need to stop making stupid threads about how people need to go because they have one bad game or because we loose a game. Last i checked we were still 30 games above .500. Yeah loses feel bad but get over it.

Quite Frankly, i think stephen a smith f***ing sucks! :finger

If they want marte then were going to have to make another trade for a LH reliever. Hopefully billy wagner. But i really dont want to see damaso go. Then we cant have marte partays!

Hey jim you guys must really be excited having bret boone play second base for you guys. That was a great play he made up the middle tonight.

well if it wasn't for crede tonight it would have been a close ball game. How? well after aj hit the homer with two outs crede went right to work and got a base hit. Jose would have just struck out or found some other way to get out. This allowed for uribe to come up and deliver as he has started to do lately. Joe crede doesn't give up with two outs so he is not like valentin.

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