Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Frick
Bill Conlin is in the Baseball Hall of Fame. Glenn Geffner is not and will not be.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Words to The Unwise
It takes one man to make an alibi, it takes a bunch to destroy it. Al you lazy whores who are monetizing the notion of "cloud sourcing" as the wisdom of the crowds, or some stupid shit, why don't you apply it to that shit, fuck, twat hellhole that is State College PA, when football coaches fuck little kids, get away with it and call it horseplay, and where their lawyers fuck slightly older kids while representing them, impregnate them, marry them and dump them.
How about having some stones up the in State College, where you all knew about.
Right, I'm just a little pissed off.
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goat rope
Thursday, September 29, 2011
The End
Things change.
In 2003, I woke up feeling as if an irradiated sword had been shoved in my abdomen and twisted into my descending colon. Today, I have to paint something and do some paying work.
As sdu so aptly pointed out in the middle of (our) night, BG wrote that “the game is designed to break your heart”. True, I suppose. In 2003, BG, was a God of Letters. In 2011, he is the dead dad of the guy who is always the gay punchline on Saturday Night Live and the dead former president of the school where Ryan Lavarnway matriculated.
These Red Sox didn’t deserve to win. Maybe we did, the sick-fuck fans who followed every hairline fracture, HR Derby slideback, antique bookstore opening (sorry hb) and trips to Fla, API and whatnot. Also, the Laser Show might want to dial it back just a smidge. For me, I tapped out during the “Rain Delay” featuring Nick Cafardo (or was it Gordon Edes ) and Heidi (“if you can’t see my labia, you are not trying”) Watney. I skipped the John “I’m John Rish” Rish rain delay coverage on the former Dale Arnold Network. Five hours later, I learned The Truth. I posted a comment. I went right back to sleep.
Things change. As my friend, TourĂ© points out, it’s a “post-Black” world. http://www.npr.org/2011/09/27/140854965/toure-discusses-what-it-means-to-be-post-black.
Try telling that to the Republican/Tea party honks, for whom “Obama Care” really means “Nigger Care”. And while we are at it, and I wish this was my original line, but it is not: “For the Greatest Generation, they sure said “nigger” a lot. Things change.
So, let’s move on. The sun has already come up. Bruce Chen will not be starting in Tampa at 4:07pm. John Lackey can go fucking dirty beasts whilst his cancer suffering wife reads the pre-nup again. [ Let’s face it, girls, he’s a catch.] Tito may get fired. He doesn’t deserve it. Theo may get fired. The Pink Hats will dissipate. Maybe I’ll be able to buy a ticket in May, and the gentleman of an ethnic persuasion (let’s just say they fared poorly in WWII) who stole the tickets I subsidized for ten years and then took them back may have to eat a pound or six of ticket shit.
I loved the Red Sox.
Things change.
lc
In 2003, I woke up feeling as if an irradiated sword had been shoved in my abdomen and twisted into my descending colon. Today, I have to paint something and do some paying work.
As sdu so aptly pointed out in the middle of (our) night, BG wrote that “the game is designed to break your heart”. True, I suppose. In 2003, BG, was a God of Letters. In 2011, he is the dead dad of the guy who is always the gay punchline on Saturday Night Live and the dead former president of the school where Ryan Lavarnway matriculated.
These Red Sox didn’t deserve to win. Maybe we did, the sick-fuck fans who followed every hairline fracture, HR Derby slideback, antique bookstore opening (sorry hb) and trips to Fla, API and whatnot. Also, the Laser Show might want to dial it back just a smidge. For me, I tapped out during the “Rain Delay” featuring Nick Cafardo (or was it Gordon Edes ) and Heidi (“if you can’t see my labia, you are not trying”) Watney. I skipped the John “I’m John Rish” Rish rain delay coverage on the former Dale Arnold Network. Five hours later, I learned The Truth. I posted a comment. I went right back to sleep.
Things change. As my friend, TourĂ© points out, it’s a “post-Black” world. http://www.npr.org/2011/09/27/140854965/toure-discusses-what-it-means-to-be-post-black.
Try telling that to the Republican/Tea party honks, for whom “Obama Care” really means “Nigger Care”. And while we are at it, and I wish this was my original line, but it is not: “For the Greatest Generation, they sure said “nigger” a lot. Things change.
So, let’s move on. The sun has already come up. Bruce Chen will not be starting in Tampa at 4:07pm. John Lackey can go fucking dirty beasts whilst his cancer suffering wife reads the pre-nup again. [ Let’s face it, girls, he’s a catch.] Tito may get fired. He doesn’t deserve it. Theo may get fired. The Pink Hats will dissipate. Maybe I’ll be able to buy a ticket in May, and the gentleman of an ethnic persuasion (let’s just say they fared poorly in WWII) who stole the tickets I subsidized for ten years and then took them back may have to eat a pound or six of ticket shit.
I loved the Red Sox.
Things change.
lc
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
It Was Hot in Baltimore
Listened to a good part of Today's game.
Dale was stuck on just a few topics.
1. It was hot.
2. Andrew Miller was kind of bad, but pulled it together. (6 different occasions in one inning.
But, the won.
Dale was stuck on just a few topics.
1. It was hot.
2. Andrew Miller was kind of bad, but pulled it together. (6 different occasions in one inning.
But, the won.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Glenn in the Big Boy Chair?
Dave van Horne, the Marlins broadcaster who is being honored at the Hall of Fame this weekend for the lifetime achievement of not strangling Glenn Geffner to death during the three plus years that he has suffered the indignity of being Geffner's partner, will not be broadcasting this weekend, since he will be at Cooperstown.
If it were me, I wouldn't go back.
In any event, Glenn will be the senior announcer in the booth Thursday-Sunday, and according to a hard hitting story in the Palm Beach Post today, "Bill Beck, the Marlins' recently retired traveling secretary, will fill in for Van Horne, joining Glenn Geffner in the booth."
Sounds like a powerhouse duo: Glennski and some old guy. Because I care, I will be listening and will try to give you some "highlights" unless I puke up my pancreas in the process of listening.
Bill Beck ten years ago hugs Tony Gwynne
Also, here's an importnt update on Glenn Geffner's Twitter popularity
He has 12 followers after 4 months. I am one of them, and there are two more with the last name of Geffner who follow him. He is really catching on in South Florida
If it were me, I wouldn't go back.
In any event, Glenn will be the senior announcer in the booth Thursday-Sunday, and according to a hard hitting story in the Palm Beach Post today, "Bill Beck, the Marlins' recently retired traveling secretary, will fill in for Van Horne, joining Glenn Geffner in the booth."
Sounds like a powerhouse duo: Glennski and some old guy. Because I care, I will be listening and will try to give you some "highlights" unless I puke up my pancreas in the process of listening.
Bill Beck ten years ago hugs Tony Gwynne
Also, here's an importnt update on Glenn Geffner's Twitter popularity
He has 12 followers after 4 months. I am one of them, and there are two more with the last name of Geffner who follow him. He is really catching on in South Florida
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shit hat,
You Have Been Warned
Friday, July 15, 2011
Trup.NPR. Really
Apparently, JT has a gig doing the Cape All Star Game for the NPR outlet on the Cape.
The less said the better.
The less said the better.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
This Or That
Ok, it has been a while between posts, but the fact is that when you team is winning (mostly) and the radio people don't suck (mostly) what do you want from me? Just gratuitous oral sex references directed at J. Rish? I didn't think so.
But anyway, the BIG NEWS is that somebody's hero, Jerry Trupiano, is returning to Fenway Park for the first time since he got railed by management in 2006. You have to pay attention, but here's the news:
ouch
meanwhile, although I have not posted much lately, I have been doing my research, and for you, and only you I have listened to Glenn Geffner on the Marlins broadcasts the last three nights. I have multiple illegal ways of accessing AtBat11, so don't even try. As for Geffner, he would be more entertaining if he was blowing a goat live on the air. No disrespect.
But anyway, the BIG NEWS is that somebody's hero, Jerry Trupiano, is returning to Fenway Park for the first time since he got railed by management in 2006. You have to pay attention, but here's the news:
It's been five years since the Red Sox let broadcaster Jerry Trupiano go, but he’s also in the group of Houston radio icons that get mentioned from time to time.
And, in his case, we actually have an update to report: Trupiano is still looking for a full-time gig, preferably in baseball, but he said Thursday he is returning for the first time since the Red Sox let him go to Fenway Park, where he will broadcast the Cape Cod League’s All-Star Game.
um
ouch
meanwhile, although I have not posted much lately, I have been doing my research, and for you, and only you I have listened to Glenn Geffner on the Marlins broadcasts the last three nights. I have multiple illegal ways of accessing AtBat11, so don't even try. As for Geffner, he would be more entertaining if he was blowing a goat live on the air. No disrespect.
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I'm Not Bitter
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