Still Riding the Short Bus
You know the episode of Life Goes On where Corky spends a lot of time chasing butterflies and waiving at people? Yea . . . that was us. Granted, flag football was no worse than basketball or softball but I naively expected more.
If you see Mark limping tomorrow, it’s because he ran eight yards for a first down. Anytime he runs more then five it's asking for trouble. Like last summer when he hit a triple during softball . . . poor kid damn near died.
Anyway, I think the final score was 36 – 12, but really, it wasn’t that close.
In other news, tomorrow is a big one for the Liquidated Damage Tour. We’re taking the fourth round over to the Waco famous Crying Shame. Located at 7020 Sanger Ave. the establishment is bound to be really, really nice. Although I’ve never been, I ran the idea by a local, and all he could say was, “Wow.”
I’ll warn you now; if you pick up a girl at the Crying Shame you might think about double bagging. Just a thought . . . just a thought.
posted by Jon Swanburg @ 9:28 PM
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Just so you know, the Shame was the place other than George's where you could ALWAYS find others of the entering classes of '92.
God I'm old.
Jonathan, if there is one thing that I find more repulsive, deplorable, and, for all intents and purposes, incorrigible, it is when a teammate or colleague ridicules those who believe themselves to be on ridiculer's side. Jonathan, you sir, have blatantly and unabashedly demonstrated just that in your most recent comments regarding your flag-football team. I, sadly, was not in attendance at the match to which you alluded; however, I can only assume that your bashing of this Mark fellow is wholly unwarranted and ill-founded. To me, it appears that your teammate was simply playing this football game with intense passion; the same passion that fuels other elite athletes such as Ali, Jordan, Montana, and William "The Refrigirator" Perry. I believe that you would be far more hesitant in leaping into the fray and ridiculing those aforementioned persons. Well Jonathan, I believe I have made my point crystal clear, and without any ambiguity. You would do well to take this lesson to heart, along with other admirable character traits with tact, class, and couthe being but a few examples. Good day, sir.
Ah...the Shame, the Branch Office, the Broken Promise, Booter's...those were BARS, at least they were 10 years ago. All owned by the same couple, I believe. How many of them are still around besides the Shame?
You know you've been in law school too long when you think people "waive" at others. Only in the courtroom.
Wow. . .this is like that time I went to the museum to admire the artists' statutes.
I can't wait for the Crying Shame. I'll wager $5 that someone in our party meets a man or woman who lost either toes or fingers in a tragic machinery accident in their brother-in-law's shed after too many Lone Star's on Superbowl Sunday, circa the early 90's during the glory days of "America's team".
This is me, Swanburg, commenting on your blog.
I've been to the Shame. But, I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to go back.
I only go to the Shame after me or a good friend has just been released from the hospital. It's a hop, skip, and a jump away from the Providence emergency room.
Welcome back Haley, I've missed your comments.
Combining the comments of Osler and Baker, I have great confidence in starting a bar fight this evening. Being banned would put me in great company, and I could fight with reckless abandon knowing help was just around the corner.
I'm incredibly jealous. If you start a bar fight on the night I'm stuck in my room working on a paper, I will officially hate you all. However, I will also probably drive my ass over to Providence, flowers in hand, in order to hear the tale of how someone got kicked in the teeth by a one-legged Wacoan (see Haley's comment).
Best part of the shame is the sign on the wall that says Happy Hour starts at 9 a.m... or the free condoms
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