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BAM!

God, I’m sure a terrible person.

I’ve turned into someone I swore I’d never be.

It’s never too soon…

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TO: Totally overdosed

(on this week’s injury report)
Terrell Owens, WR - questionable (overdose)

Oh, Chad Johnson’s touchdown celebration this week– rips out a pill cannister, pretends to take said pills and then drop football and have seizure/convulsions on the field.

Maybe he just took too many pills because he realized Kim Etheridge was his PR woman and close “friend.”

Enough is enough, TO had it with these motherfucking bitches on the motherfucking Cowboys…

And it goes on, and on, and on, and on… on, and on, and on, and on, and onnnnnnnnn…

So apparently people in Boston are all up in arms because Gordon Edes published a report in the Boston Globe this week that Manny Ramirez wanted out of Boston– once again.

Including someone who apparently had the nerve to call Edes at home, and bitch him out on his answering machine while his wife and kids were home.

What gives?

Boston fans PAY columnists to report on their team.
Boston fans are RABID for details.
They come up with conjecture such as “Matt Clement is a headcase who cries after starts,” and “Curt Schilling is calling everyone out in the clubhouse.”

So, these media pundits start prying deep into the Sox house.

And one finds out that Manny isn’t happy at Fenway anymore (for like the twelfth time) and people start sending him emails that he’s a moron for digging up this dirt and that he has a personal vendetta.

Are you kidding me.

Hypocritical retards who are too stupid to see their own ignorance.

Bastahds.

193, 217, 246 = 656.

Average down to 232 from 245.

God, I’m such a slacker…

First league of the fall…

256, 278, 204 = 739.

Yeah, had the front 8 the first game, and the front 9 the second… Not good Colin.

I spent all afternoon doing work for the Big Red Invitational– our feeble attempt at hosting an intercollegiate tournament here at Cornell. Last year we tried to host one, but it fell through for various reasons (lack of publicity, conflicting date, etc). This year I’m going all out to get us at least thirty teams. But that means work. And all I did today was work on that goddamn tournament (since I have no homework to do because I’m only taking 13 credits, thank you Cornell).

Among the many things I did:

-Finally get ahold of parking to figure out how to reserve spots in the Appel lot.
-Purchase envelopes, postage, and other materials for entry forms.
-Modify and double check entry forms.
-Print entry forms.
-Make 240 copies of entry forms.
-Print labels for envelopes.
-Cut and affix labels to envelopes.
-Sort and staple entry forms.
-Put entry forms in envelopes, and seal.
-Bring envelopes to post office.
-Sit in post office while woman weighs every envelope.
-Fill out paperwork to get tournament sanctioned.
-Field phone calls and other questions regarding the tournament from other coaches.

If I can’t fill the tournament field with all the stops I’m pulling– no one can.

/bitching rant.

Old, sagging women walk around… sans– uh– support.

“Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal…

… that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”