Rex Kickass

Seriously, you should try wearing pants to the game, dude.

1. The park was built to watch baseball. Really the last one to have done that. I liked it when it was new. I like it even more now. The improvements have done a lot to cater to what fans demand of a baseball stadium today without giving up the awesome food and great sightlines that every section of the park has. Even the crappiest seats in the old upper deck of the cell had a great view. 2. I blame Ferris Bueller's Day Off and the 1984 NL Playoff team of the Cubs. Coupled with a superior play by play guy that we gave up (Harry Caray) and moving our games off WGN and to WFLD 32 and SportsChannel in 1981, and about ten years of bad teams in a bad neighborhood - the 1980s weren't the best for Bridgeport hurt us.

Wait, there was gay porn here, and nobody told me?

A big bag of change. That was fun going through airport security with ten pounds in nickels, pennies, dimes and quarters. Thanks, Dad. He also got me John Kerry's "vision" book that he wrote before the primary season started - kind of as a way to start his bid for the presidency. It was either to rub it in, or revenge for the Alan Colmes "Red, White and Liberal" book that I got him for Christmas last year. (He's a wing-nut partisan.)

Dumb question: What happens with all that money? Does it get redistributed to the other 29 MLB teams? Or is that how they're funding the Expos?

The big question is will this affect the White Sox shower stall? And will the Plumbers Union who bring it to you annually stand for this tomfoolery?

It made for a really boring Superbowl. It was all Janet's boob, very little action. Welcome. From the East Coast White Sox Fan transplant.

Sublime without Brad DOES suck. They are/were called the "Long Beach Dub All Stars"

Whale Souls dEUS and of course if only I knew where the Rythm Guitarist lived, I could reunite the greatest band ever, mine. All hail Balls in the Mouth!

According to NPR today, the toll is now over 5000 people.

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Wildcat. Rawr!

Is there a Golden Girls Marathon on?

That's not the Gomez album with Whippin Picadilly and 78 Stone Wobble is it? The first one? By far the best one, in my opinion.

Order of Professional Sports League importance if the 2005 NHL season is cancelled. 1. NBA 2. MLB 3. Nascar 4. NCAA Football 5. NBA 6. NCAA Basketball 7. AFL 8. MLS 9. NHL 10. XFL (defunct)

I think the real problem isn't that the "partners" couldn't get the snow cleared. It's just that the ragtop Miata is a b**** to start in the winter.

MB - 33 FG - 33 JC - 32 JG - 31 ED - 32 Shingo Saves - 104. Sox break all records going 161-1, losing only after Jon Garland punches out an ump for mistakenly calling him "Judy." Oddly enough, the Sox are swept out of the playoffs in the first round.

Hey, you can't get my job. I'm under contract. Now you know where all that extra Carlos Lee money is going. And I prefer the title "Special Assistant to Mr. Williams, Pee-Pee division."

When funny things happen to drunk people. A picture from Shamings.com, my new favorite website.

Oh, Mr Owl, How many Bea Arthur pictures do I have to post before this thread finally dies? Seriously, there have been like ten moderator posts saying that if you have questions about this, PM it and that the rules aren't up for negotiation. So PM it.

So if you please.... http://products.jacuzzi.com/nd/WpbProdInfo...?&PG=La%20Scala K, thanks, bye.

A Christmas story of woe in Christmas Colors: Last year, I was working in Northern Michigan and looking forward to spending Christmas with the fam. My mom called up and said "WinoDJ (She only refers to me by my Soxtalk name), what do you want for Christmas?" I replied, "Dearest Mother, I would be happy just to hang out at home - but if you'd really like to get me something - all I really want is a digital camera. She liked the idea. "Let it be written, Let it be done." My mom at times channels Charlton Heston movies. Two days later, she calls again asking if I want a printer for Christmas. "Surely, Dearest Mother, that would be quite nice, but you don't have to." "But I'd love to do it for you WinoDJ," she replied. "Very well, if you must, I'd be greatly obliged. It must be USB controlled for me to use it." "Indeed," she said and tra-la-la-ed to God knows where to get my presents and we were all very happy. Then it was Christmas Eve, and my family was opening presents. My brother, a 33 year old man still living at home, asked and received that super pricey DVD camcorder. I opened my gifts, one by one, each a surprise. But the camera and the printer were not to be found. In its place were a microwave and a vacuum sweeper. I was flummoxxed. "Dearest Mother," I asked, "I thought you said that you were getting me a digital camera. They were all out at Office Max she said." I remained nonplussed. My mother bought me a microwave and a vacuum sweeper at Sears, right across the aisle from the Digital Cameras. And printers. I thought I'd be more disappointed. But in reality, I didn't know what to think. The booze helped. The End

The strangely creepy Roy Orbison wrapped in Saran Wrap mummy stories? So 1999.