Steff

We're going. And Mike.. if you didn't get tickets we may have extra's for the bullpen seats (the ones we say in last year).

IMO.. IF he was innocent.. no deal. No apology, no nothing. Move the case forward.. go to trial.. and let the cards fall. If she refused, and he got off, it's her own fault. The apology makes him look more guilty to me.. and when the settlement is announced that'll seal the deal even more.

Nice Jason... real nice.

By the way... Maggs not coming back... this is not new news kiddo's. Alex and I have been saying it since Soxfest.

Actually.. Maggs knee conditions is un-insurable. It's now pre-existing.

To everyone who sent PM's, emails, cards, and IM's in regards to Jim's uncles death. It was greatly appreciated.

We had a death in the family and have been dealing with that. Thanks for asking about me Jim.

QUOTE (israel4ever @ Aug 30 2004, 08:07 AM) I'm gonna be cool this time. No name calling, no accusations. I have the facts and resources to back my claims. If this thread gets shut down, it will be the fault of other antagonists, not mine. Peace. (or should I say, "Shalom"?) rolleyeyes.gif

Is High Life the stuff with the gold label..?

LMAO!! Those dogs were cool!!!

It ws $14. Not bad using the shuttles. I thought it was going to be mayham. Anyway... we are settled in a nice group of season ticket holders. We're in 353 and have excellent view of the entire field versus being too low and not able to see what's going on at the south end. One thing I noticed.. and maybe it's cause I haven't been to many football games over the past 5 years.. is the swearing. Holy cow.. every 5 second someone was dropping an F bomb. Other than that, nice crowd. And Bears fans were even nice to the Saints fans.

Got this from WSI.. hysterical!! My wife Toni is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, " Hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes. Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought something really cool for Toni. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. Tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee . . I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Gracie) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet kitty, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Toni to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time... So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!" Friggin' way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself. What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?) I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY **************! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. Gracie was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to be able to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly. SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure. By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, (used to be) rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. Miss 'em . . . sure would like to get 'em back.

Thanks Laura!

Sigh.... Ok.. I'll call.

It wasn't an order to come to jury juty. Just a questionaire. Questions like are you a citizen? Over 18? How long at current residence? Been in the military? ... etc, etc.. You still think I should call and tell them to send me another?

They lost today.

I got called many years ago. I think right after I turned 18.. I got dismissed because of school. But now I live in a new county. I don't care either way. Just wondering if they'd be comin' for me if I didn't send it in..

I got a jury duty qualification questionaire thing in the mail a few weeks ago to fill out and send back in... I lost it. Should I call and tell them I lost it or pretend like I never got it..??

Did it have a chewy center... ?

LMAO... you crack me up.

Cause I'm a moron and should have said "was the player rep".. rolleyeyes.gif By the way Rex.. did you happen to catch the real Rex on Rome the other day..? He was talking about his son.. it was so sad..

So we got season tickets.. but didn't even come close in the parking lottery.. any hints on where to park that's not miles away..?

Maybe if the topic was left to the mods and admins in the first place.. this wouldn't be what it is.