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I hope not. I think his speed could be a benefit. Ship out Girgs and plug Bailey in that spot.

I’ve been laughing like a crazy person. I realize I started it. I was just clowning and to get a laugh. Then PA set the stage with the “oh! it’s not an ass play thing...” Then dark countered with “oh no. It is an ass play thing.” Then he said “wtf did I just say?” Then you. Only on SS could so many random angles could work into such a great skit. We mother in Sienfelded SS!

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Sweet. My mentor years ago was much older and would tell me stories about coming home from working out of town. He’d save his change the whole time and throw it out in lawn when he got home so the kids would be busy for a good while searching for it. It gave him free time to get reacquainted with his wife.

BodyGlide. My summers, and my ass, haven’t been the same since I found it. Thanks to dark. He suggested the product to me. As wierd as this is going to sound, my ass thanks you too, dark!

Which Amerk would you guess is most likely to be involved in one of Botterills’ trades?

It’s a jealousy thing with this dude. I’m foreman. He’s not. I’m lead instructor. He’s not even in the program. I’m recording secretary. He’s not an officer. He hands “business” cards out. “Mr. Me. Pro.” As lame as that is, It’s not a very good professional move to go total emo and make a huge ass of yourself in front of everyone.

I wouldn’t be surprised to see Paetsch retire. Bailey and Baptiste graduate. I’m glad to see moves being made now and not late summer.

I had a brainless knuckle dragger challenge me to a fist fight on the job site today. Actually he shoved me, got in my face and then challenged me. Uhhhmmm. I’m not in middle school anymore so, no. I’m also the foreman so I can’t do that. I humiliated him instead. It was easy. He was all emo and freaking out. I just let him carry on like a whimpy loser in front of everyone. Did the trick, I think. I doubt he will be back tomorrow.

Bye bye Bruins.

I’m in. I rode as a legally licensed motorcycle operator for the first time ever today. Long time coming.

Radiohead’s Subterranean Homesick Alien streams through my waterproof earbuds. I realize how important it is that I assimilate. I’ve actually been promised a prominent position in the post primate population. The spinal fusion has limited my range of movement in the pelvis region. There’s a certain on knee spread eagle position I can’t maintain for more than seconds. Monday night I was wrestling the foot peg bracket to access the oil filter. The banned position was necessary and my overly frustrated state of mind made me do it. I pulled a hip muscle. Badly. I’ve been in total agony since. My only relief is getting high in the tub and communing with the blood thirsty spiders. The very tiny ones.

I appreciate the fear and struggle that I witness aren’t t mine. That is a true statement. Cruel and calloused for certain, but true as the sky is blue. I’m tired of my mind taking me randomly to the catastrophic scenes that my eyes have witnessed. We can’t turn back time though, we can’t unsee. In consolation, tiny fly suffered little and tiny spider grows. I do well when I’m in the mindset of tiny spider. I do fine as tiny fly too. Anything else. Meh. Maybe hockey becomes fun again? We’ll all hoot n holler and sweep away ALL the spider webs.

While sitting in the hot tub I notice a very tiny spider laying his death snare. Very meticulous and steady is the game. Round and round. I’m wondering how successful this endeavor will be. Suddenly an equally small fly hits the trap! Tiny spider moves swiftly. BAM! Got him! Tiny spider goes back again, around and around, this time apparently winding up the death snare. Now I’m wondering if I’m tiny spider, or am I tiny fly? Either way, I’m going round and round.

I was actually the star of the practice drills. I absolutely choked on test. I Lehnered it man.

I finished my motorcycle license waiver course today. I thought it would be an easy way to finally get my license and ride legally. It was not easy. Crazy slow speed maneuvering stuff on a little 250. It poured rain on Saturday and snowed today. Two people dumped their bike on the skills test. Instant failure. I felt really bad. They were good dudes. I passed though. I’m amazed by how nervous I was. I’ve been riding all my life. I make critical dual crane picks of a quarter million pounds and keep my cool. Very bizarre that I was so rattled by this skills test. The two guys that dumped the bike were also long time riders. I will admit that this practice in the worst of weather was good for me. I learned things.

“I feel I’ve stepped out of the wildernesses, all squint eyed and confused....”

Let’s just all the gods and create our own race of demigods......oh wait. Vegas beat us to it.

Giant fist bump for Randall. I suspect that your stomach is feeling better as well. High five for NS. A hectic pace can be fun, but not nearly as fun as throttling down. This is my first 40 hr week in 3 months. The buzz is wearing off and I’m beginning to feel like a real person. After 30 years of riding a motorcycle without a license, I’ve finally wised up and am taking the ridiculous Basic rider/waiver course this weekend. At my age, I have no one who wouldn’t be terribly inconvenienced to take time from a workday to follow me to the damn DMV so I can take a road test. We boys from up North are used to that rebel fur trader vibe. I think I’m being civilized by WNY. Why would my phone think fur reader makes more sense than fur trader?

At one point the Amerks held first place. They held a firm grip on second until the break. Injuries. Call ups. Yada yada coasting into the playoffs. Coasting. That’s not a good thing. Who knows. Maybe they win tonight? Maybe they rediscover what they had first half?

I watch a lot of games and I saw a real decline after the break. All the senseless call ups to a bottom feeder team left me queasy. We were in a position to gain momentum and do some damage but the decision was made to disrupt forward progress for “evaluation” of how well players x,y and z would perform in the NHL. Good philosophy if your big club is poised for anything other than dead last. If the organization was looking to build a winner from the inside out, then they’ve failed miserably. Next years graduating class is going to miss out on round two training because of poor management.

I’ve been so “chronologically f’ed up” that I’m just now coming to grips with this thing starting up tomorrow. Amerks site didn’t seem to mention broadcasting of any type. TV? Radio at least? Never done the radio and would have to sit in the truck as that’s the only radio I have. Anyone know of any other options? Besides a drive to Cuse. BTW.... Which Hip tune is my quote from? RIP Gordie.

Don’t feel too bad, man. I live here and I don’t think I’ll make it to a first round meetup. If there is a fourth game I’ll be there, but let’s hooe we’re on to round 2 by then.

After 92 yrs of all the good and bad that one can experience, especially in her unique position, Amen.

I’ve already given up. This winter has grizzled me.