Quick note for anyone who has been trying to get in touch with me via cell phone: I'm having some issues with Verizon at the moment and hope to have everything resolved here soon. If I haven't been responding to texts like normal, it's because I'm not getting them - not because I'm being a dick. I especially miss Geilfuss's incoherent text musings covering his daily travails.
Another wild Sunday in the NFL. If you recall, last week I noted that the 10 was gonna get his first shot to start a game in 3 years. And the 10 did not disappoint. After the Niners fell behind 10-3 and Mike Singletary let the kid play his game, the 10 was spectacular - making play after play and leading SF to 3 touchdowns. Of note is the 10 yards per attempt and 0 turnovers. The Niners have found their starter.
Brandon was paying particularly close attention to his baby Bucs during the late games. And Josh Freeman is for real. So too is the Blount kid out of Oregon. Although I kept waiting for Blount to punch somebody in the face, he never did.
There is yet another new sports bar here in the Gate City. They seem to be sprouting up monthly. This place is called Kickin Chicken and it's located down Battleground, not too far from the cinema. I strolled in there Saturday night right around 7:45. The place is huge. It's probably too huge for Greensboro. There are at least 50 giant flat screens in the enormous joint and three of those wall-sized TV's to boot. I sat down at the bar in the main section of the place. There were probably 200 people in there at the time. I waited a few minutes, found a manager and had him put the TOSU/Gopher game on for me, and apparently I was the only person in there who asked for it. The servers in the place looked like meth addicts dressed in cheap Goodwill Halloween costumes. The main chick I dealt with was a strange blonde named Heather. She was dressed like something out of a Cyndi Lauper video from 1985. Heather was fine as a server/bartender, but overly friendly. She kept eating off my plate of cheese fries at one point. I didn't really care too much, as I wasn't gonna finish them all. And I figured Heather was ravished for food, what with being a meth addict and all. About the middle of the 3rd quarter of the Buckeyes' dismantling of Minnesota, sure enough, up walks some nasty brunette in a #28 Beanie Wells jersey. I never caught her name. But I quickly learned that she was from Akron and managed the Victoria's Secret at Hanes Mall in Winston. When I learned the part about her managing a lingerie joint, I immediately started in with questions about cross dressers and transvestites and how she handles them at the store. Her answers, although slurred from being hammered fucking drunk, were enlightening. This Beanie Wells worshipper informed me that they do allow guys into the fitting rooms on some weekday afternoons to see if their lacy fetishistic cravings properly fit their male anatomies. They only let the freaky cross dressers in the fitting rooms when there are no women in them, hence the weekday afternoons. I then started peppering her with questions about various pantie cuts and whatnot. She started to get too close to me and then a miracle happened. Out of nowhere, Q came up and said hello. He saved me big time. I excused myself from the Akron non-hottie and sat at the bar with Q and his buddy. Of course if you know Q, you know that within 15 minutes we'd done 2 shots of Patron each. And that's when I had to get the hell out of the Kickin Chicken. I imagine I'll be back in there from time to time. They do have $2 PBR drafts, and although PBR is repulsive, I'll drink it if it's cheap. Drinking cheap beer - it passes the time.
After all the fuss over Halloween costumes last week, I didn't see too much of note Saturday night or last night. At RumbleForeskins for Gameplan Saturday afternoon one of the servers was dressed as Barbie - and that was nice. She was sitting next to me toward the end of the UGA/Gator game and got hit on by some moron in there dressed as Johnny Depp in Fear And Loathing. This kid was pitiful. The Barbie chick was rebuffing him left and right. Yet the kid kept coming back for more and more rejection. I mentioned the awful costumes at Kickin Chicken. There was one good outfit to be seen though. A shapely blonde had on a red devil-type costume. Granted it was more the way that the lingerie type costume fit on her comely body, but whatever (Q was certainly smitten by her). Q wanted me to go hit on her, but she was there with a guy and a toddler. I declined. Besides I'm not interested in hitting on anyone these days - at all. The Rasta chick at Wing Joint did have on a fetching Raggedy Ann costume. Other than her and the little Asian server who was donning some kind of flapper dress, it was all fairly lame. As for my friend Dave, he decided against wearing any Mexican costume at all. Probably a wise move on Dave's part.
Last Friday I was out with Brandon and his dad at Sloppy Seconds for a brief visit. I kept trying to leave, but Brandon's dad was feeling it and bought me beer after beer, not to mention the bourbon - don't forget the damn Jim Beam. There was a toothless Canadian in there as well. He was keenly interested in the Carolina Hurricanes for some reason. Anyway, I only note that because at one point talk turned to Tony Romo (the kid was a Dallas fan). This Canadian thought that Romo was a top 3 QB. And while I wholeheartedly think Romo is a top 7 QB, I don't see top 3. Not as long as P Manning, A Rogers, D Brees, T Brady, and Phil Rivers are in the league.
The big election is just one day away. Thank God it's almost over. I noiticed one of those pesky political signs in the window at RumbleForeskins for some candidate named Yon. I asked several of the regulars in there if the opponent of this Yon character is named Hither. If that were the case, it would make for a perplexing decision in the voting cubicle or whatever they call it (I have no clue, not being privileged to vote is part of my parole agreement - that and staying more that 1,000 feet away from schools...). Who would you choose - Hither or Yon?
If you're gonna waste time voting, vote that way ----->
Another wild Sunday in the NFL. If you recall, last week I noted that the 10 was gonna get his first shot to start a game in 3 years. And the 10 did not disappoint. After the Niners fell behind 10-3 and Mike Singletary let the kid play his game, the 10 was spectacular - making play after play and leading SF to 3 touchdowns. Of note is the 10 yards per attempt and 0 turnovers. The Niners have found their starter.
Brandon was paying particularly close attention to his baby Bucs during the late games. And Josh Freeman is for real. So too is the Blount kid out of Oregon. Although I kept waiting for Blount to punch somebody in the face, he never did.
There is yet another new sports bar here in the Gate City. They seem to be sprouting up monthly. This place is called Kickin Chicken and it's located down Battleground, not too far from the cinema. I strolled in there Saturday night right around 7:45. The place is huge. It's probably too huge for Greensboro. There are at least 50 giant flat screens in the enormous joint and three of those wall-sized TV's to boot. I sat down at the bar in the main section of the place. There were probably 200 people in there at the time. I waited a few minutes, found a manager and had him put the TOSU/Gopher game on for me, and apparently I was the only person in there who asked for it. The servers in the place looked like meth addicts dressed in cheap Goodwill Halloween costumes. The main chick I dealt with was a strange blonde named Heather. She was dressed like something out of a Cyndi Lauper video from 1985. Heather was fine as a server/bartender, but overly friendly. She kept eating off my plate of cheese fries at one point. I didn't really care too much, as I wasn't gonna finish them all. And I figured Heather was ravished for food, what with being a meth addict and all. About the middle of the 3rd quarter of the Buckeyes' dismantling of Minnesota, sure enough, up walks some nasty brunette in a #28 Beanie Wells jersey. I never caught her name. But I quickly learned that she was from Akron and managed the Victoria's Secret at Hanes Mall in Winston. When I learned the part about her managing a lingerie joint, I immediately started in with questions about cross dressers and transvestites and how she handles them at the store. Her answers, although slurred from being hammered fucking drunk, were enlightening. This Beanie Wells worshipper informed me that they do allow guys into the fitting rooms on some weekday afternoons to see if their lacy fetishistic cravings properly fit their male anatomies. They only let the freaky cross dressers in the fitting rooms when there are no women in them, hence the weekday afternoons. I then started peppering her with questions about various pantie cuts and whatnot. She started to get too close to me and then a miracle happened. Out of nowhere, Q came up and said hello. He saved me big time. I excused myself from the Akron non-hottie and sat at the bar with Q and his buddy. Of course if you know Q, you know that within 15 minutes we'd done 2 shots of Patron each. And that's when I had to get the hell out of the Kickin Chicken. I imagine I'll be back in there from time to time. They do have $2 PBR drafts, and although PBR is repulsive, I'll drink it if it's cheap. Drinking cheap beer - it passes the time.
After all the fuss over Halloween costumes last week, I didn't see too much of note Saturday night or last night. At RumbleForeskins for Gameplan Saturday afternoon one of the servers was dressed as Barbie - and that was nice. She was sitting next to me toward the end of the UGA/Gator game and got hit on by some moron in there dressed as Johnny Depp in Fear And Loathing. This kid was pitiful. The Barbie chick was rebuffing him left and right. Yet the kid kept coming back for more and more rejection. I mentioned the awful costumes at Kickin Chicken. There was one good outfit to be seen though. A shapely blonde had on a red devil-type costume. Granted it was more the way that the lingerie type costume fit on her comely body, but whatever (Q was certainly smitten by her). Q wanted me to go hit on her, but she was there with a guy and a toddler. I declined. Besides I'm not interested in hitting on anyone these days - at all. The Rasta chick at Wing Joint did have on a fetching Raggedy Ann costume. Other than her and the little Asian server who was donning some kind of flapper dress, it was all fairly lame. As for my friend Dave, he decided against wearing any Mexican costume at all. Probably a wise move on Dave's part.
Last Friday I was out with Brandon and his dad at Sloppy Seconds for a brief visit. I kept trying to leave, but Brandon's dad was feeling it and bought me beer after beer, not to mention the bourbon - don't forget the damn Jim Beam. There was a toothless Canadian in there as well. He was keenly interested in the Carolina Hurricanes for some reason. Anyway, I only note that because at one point talk turned to Tony Romo (the kid was a Dallas fan). This Canadian thought that Romo was a top 3 QB. And while I wholeheartedly think Romo is a top 7 QB, I don't see top 3. Not as long as P Manning, A Rogers, D Brees, T Brady, and Phil Rivers are in the league.
The big election is just one day away. Thank God it's almost over. I noiticed one of those pesky political signs in the window at RumbleForeskins for some candidate named Yon. I asked several of the regulars in there if the opponent of this Yon character is named Hither. If that were the case, it would make for a perplexing decision in the voting cubicle or whatever they call it (I have no clue, not being privileged to vote is part of my parole agreement - that and staying more that 1,000 feet away from schools...). Who would you choose - Hither or Yon?
If you're gonna waste time voting, vote that way ----->
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