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The Map…

So, to update my life…as I know you guys/gals all look forward to…I have a new human being inhabiting my 2nd 285-square-foot bedroom…no German Shepherd included, but she’s darling, I must say…smarter than me and all the stuffed animals I have living at my place combined…we say about 18 words to each other every day…it’s fucking great…About a week-and-a-half into her stay, she innocently asked me (via text..remember, we don’t want to waste our 18 words actually fucking speaking..) where the ‘garbage bin’ (her words) was at my complex…Since she’s so intelligent, I half-heartedly thought she was being sarcastic…I hate those type of people, by the way…I politely (as always..) responded saying I can direct her when she gets home…This was forgetting the fact that I go to bed at around 6:45PM each night…I totally forgot that part…(I know I already said that…that was the point…)…She’s a normal human being, so she stays up until at least 8:30 on school nights…I responded with this text (exact words) laying in bed at 6:51PM…

John-John:  The dumpster is pretty much diagonal from our building.  If you drive around the complex, you can’t miss it…nite…(remember, I was going to bed at fucking 6:54PM…)

She playfully responded (God only knows when…my stupid phone doesn’t tell me the exact time when people text when I turn it off…I’m sure I can fuck around with it to tell me, but I’m not that ambitious…)… : I’m still holding out for that map.  Followed by another separate text with an emoji…Gammar doesn’t do emoji’s…so that won’t show up here…sorry…

Upon seeing that at 2:30AM, I took a few hours before going to work in the morning to delicately and skillfully craft this piece of art to direct her…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m darling…

THE END

THE CROSSFIT GAMES…

…WOW…what a SPECTACLE this SHIT is…the brute strength, speed, determination, flexibility, power, agility, solitude (whatever..), dexterity, coordination and idiocy these people show…     ….     ….     …… ………  …..   sorry, I just needed some of my trademark to collect my thoughts here…Really…like I want to see these people doing thousands of shitty-ass pull-ups and running around in their matching tank-tops and tight-fit shorts (females not included..) racing to beat the clock after performing a few hundred clean-and-jerks and jumping jacks …it’s obviously a ‘dead’ season in sports, so I can understand why this shit is put on the air…I know, being an athlete myself, there were certain achievements I was proud of…I won’t deny it…I remember being a sophomore in college and maxing out on the bench at 125lbs…Man, I was proud…almost got the 45lb plates on each side…or hitting my longest drive on the golf course just a few years ago…it was downwind and downhill, but that fucker went at least 185 yards…and it was fucking straight too…but there was never a time in my functional life that I was required to carry a some sort of thousand-pound boulder an excessive distance to try and place it on a shelf above shoulder height (I know dipshits/haters, this is a ‘Strongman’ competition event..or perhaps it is part of your stupid competition…whatever..)…who does this shit…and who cares…The funny thing is I’ve never watched a fucking second of these ‘Games’…people text me asking if I’m watching and I just laugh…no thanks…watching Jordan Spieth cut a 190-yard 6-iron through a 4-inch gap in the trees fulfills all my entertainment needs…I spent my life in fitness and met so many great people…and I’m truly grateful…I traveled to so many great places because of them…played golf courses I should never step foot on…but you know what, the Crossfit Games…I can really give a…..

…about…

It’s called having a sense of humor people…you should try and get one if you find this offensive…I feel bad for you as well…

Finish the deal Zach…finish the fucking deal…

 

 

 

 

 

Lesson Learned…

So we all check our mail…these days, it’s pretty much useless though, considering most of us pay all our bills online and the only shit we get in our boxes are advertisements and promotions trying to get us to use one product/service or another…holy fuck, if I get another Verizon special offering me their ‘triple play’ for 17 cents a month plus a $700 gift card upon subscribing, I’m gonna kill someone…like anyone needs a ‘landline’ these days…Maybe I’ll go out and buy one of those rotary phones where you put your finger in the little hole of the number and circle it to the left to dial…Remember those days…Anyway…(this was supposed to be a short post, by the way..)…when you see your mail, I’m pretty confident we all know at first glance what’s remotely important and what’s total junk…For some reason, I’m the idiot who opens each and every time the American Express fucking ‘Blue Platinum’ card envelope I get every week even though there’s a -10% chance I’m going to sign up for it…I guess I just like the feeling of ripping the opened papers in two after doing it…So does my Father…Anyway (again..), the following is the reason you should always open each and every piece of mail you receive…this looked like a ‘useless’ envelope, but what it contained truly changed my life…you’ll understand why now…

Son-of-a-bitch…how cool is this shit…although I’ll probably never actually really retire because I like to work and stay busy, this has me thinking about it…I haven’t deposited it yet, but I’ve planned to not use the ATM method I always utilize…I’m actually going to go into the physical bank (for the first time in 4 years…) just to make sure all of this currency makes it into my account…I can’t wait to see the look on the teller’s face when she gets a hold of this check…She’ll probably have to call the bank manager to verify and notarize everything…Don’t worry, I have no idea what ‘notarizing’ means either…It’s been a great couple days after receiving this…I truly feel like I’ve been blessed in some way, even though I really don’t deserve it…does being a ‘dick’ and criticizing everyone/everything qualify someone for this amount of money…Okay, maybe I do deserve it…

Well, here’s the ‘dick’ coming out in me again…I lied…this was a piece of mailing I didn’t really ignore…As you can see, it did have the same ‘Gap’ emblem on the envelope…I recently used a gift card online that honored a few different stores including The Gap, Old Navy, Banana Republic, Athleta, etc…I didn’t need any yoga pants from the latter store, so I focused on the others…My main objective was to obtain a new ‘bathing suit’…as we Pennsylvania people call them…the 2 Abercrombie and Fitch ones I have from the 90’s are fucking old and a bit out of style at the moment…My first look online was to Banana Republic…I thought I was missing something when I scrolled every which way to learn that the cheapest ‘swimware’ bathing suit they offered was a measly $120…I thought I might have been seeing the ‘zero’ at the end by mistake…Jesus Christ…for $120, this bathing suit better be doing something other for/to me than just protecting me from the water I’m about to dive into…Moving on…The Gap (I can’t believe these stores are still in business, by the way…they seem sooooo old..) offered much better prices, but $40 still seemed like a bit much for swim trunks…On to Old Navy…jackpot…Not to bore you with excessive details (because I never do that..), I found 2 bathing suits and 3…no, wait, I’m lying…sorry…I found a bathing suit and a pair of ‘board’ shorts that I liked…I know what you’re thinking…”What the FUCK are ‘board’ shorts”…Don’t worry, I didn’t know either…but I did purchase them for $14…I assumed the ‘board’ signifies some form of ‘surfing’ or ‘surfboard’, but really…what percentage of people around the world actually fucking ‘surf’…come on, really…are you selling fucking ‘board’ shorts to people who live in South Dakota and fucking Iowa…have they ever even seen a fucking ocean before…Alright, sorry…the f-bomb meter is running a bit high right now…To make a long story short, which is impossible for me…I got 20% of my online order correct to Old Navy…I knew there was a reason why I tend not to purchase clothing online…The ‘bathing suit’ I ordered fit fine…The cool-looking ‘board’ shorts were not to my liking…along with the 3 ‘medium’ logo-ed ‘tees’ I bought…I’ve lifted a weight or two in my life, so my arms and chest do have a little bulk to them…just a little these days…So I had to send them back and order the ‘large’ versions of the ‘logo-ed’ tees and just another regular fucking bathing suit…The sweet lady I spoke to said they would just issue a ‘gift’ card back to me in the amount of the 4 items returned…So…when I saw that envelope with ‘Gap’ on the front, I assumed it was the gift card as the time-table was about right on when it should arrive…I actually felt the envelope as it didn’t appear physically there was any sort of plastic card in it…And there wasn’t…what I got was the above…Life is good…

And for those people who didn’t believe last week’s post…shame on you…

I’m not sure who that other sub-human is on the left in the background…certainly doesn’t look like my brother with those sideburns…For those keeping score, my favorite, ‘Sko’, is directly under my right arm/elbow….LeHarve is to the right of the ‘Happy Birthday John-John’ signage (kind of hard to see him in his worn-out yellow ‘polo’..)…not sure how he was able to handle all the larger animals (especially that huge fucking panda bear hugging the heart) on the mats though…tough little motherfucker, I guess…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A good friend of mine actually asked, ‘Did your Mom really do that to you..??’…such a sweet kid…Devilish Janet also took away my George Carlin (cassette) tapes when I was 7…I bet she still listens to them on occasion…very funny shit…Hmmm…I wonder if my ‘bad’ language problem has anything to do with those recordings…

Does Jordan Spieth ever miss a fucking putt…

By the way, that was the last time I wore a shirt and tie…God, why do I have so much fucking hair………

Off to church to hear some gospels and psalms…………

 

 

Happy, Happy, Fun Times….

…how fun is seeing a rainbow after a nice rainfall…I’d say really fun…
….Oh, how I love balloons, don’t you…who wouldn’t…so fun…
…remember these things…Yes, Big Wheels baby…I can’t count how many of these me and my friends went through…just so much fun busting through and over the earth on them…
…didn’t Scooby Doo make you happy…especially when the new ones came on…(the old ones pretty much blew..)…those ‘meddling kids’ always got their man…the Tar Monster was my favorite villain…
…and who didn’t love dinosaurs…those big, lovable plant and meat-eating creatures…so much fun these big guys were…
…and last but not least…teddy bears…so much fun…so much happiness they brought…so cute as well…adorable…

Oh man, it’s hard to write after posting all these childhood favorites of mine…I’m sure yours as well…Didn’t they bring us so much joy…I can’t even describe it…What I can describe though is the collection of stuffed animals I had when I was a kid…Teddy bears made up the highest percentage of them…I had my favorite, a brown bear named Skuffy (nicknamed ‘Sko’)…there was a light-colored bear named Stuffy (not nicknamed ‘Sto’…why would you think that..)…there was Brandy…just a normal colored teddy bear…each of these bears went through multiple eye surgeries over the years as they went endured a lot…the super-glue only held the eyes in place for so long…I never wanted them to look strange only having one, or even no eyes…I also had a small white polar bear (I had won at a boardwalk game) whom I decided needed some fresh air on our ride home from the beach one year…so I stuck him out the window to look back into the car at me (so much fun..)…he enjoyed it for about 3 seconds and then my 7-year old grip strength gave out and he tumbled to the pavement probably to be obliterated by the car directly behind us…I begged my Dad to stop the car for me to retrieve him, but since he decided against it, I thought I would get back at him and my Mom and cry for the next hour and a half…not really, really much fun…I also had a huge pink raccoon, a green snake, some sort of dinosaur, the Phillie Fanatic, LeHarve (at least I called him that…it was actually the Lacoste logo alligator who had the French name Le Havre…I wasn’t schooled in native French tongue at that age…LeHarve was the tiniest of the bunch…he wore a yellow Lacoste polo…so cute..) and many others that my 43-year old mind isn’t recalling right now…They basically filled my entire bed when my Mom put them in place after I went to school…how I loved coming home to them…they never left the bed…we trained them well…

I know I worried my parents as I didn’t seem to be ‘out-growing’ these stuffed creatures…I spent an in-ordinate amount of alone time with them…I went as far as wrestling them against each other with me providing the play-by-play of the action…I even used a handy-dandy stopwatch my parents got me for Christmas one year to time the periods…and then to top it off, I put together tournament brackets for the animals to go through…I kept it simple at first wrestling them with their own names against each other…but that got boring really quick, so then I decided to give them real names, including kids I was actually wrestling at the time in youth tournaments…it was a real sickness, I must say…I’m sure my parents had the phone in hand a number of times dialing the local youth therapist…I never was put in a straight-jacket and taken away though…The tournament brackets at first were just hand drawn with the straightest lines a 10-year old could draw…they ended with me pulling out the ruler and measuring the dimensions of the paper to be able to fit in a 32-animal bracket…with full wrestle-backs on the next page…(totally over your head, I know…)…it’s spelled s-i-c-k-n-e-s-s for those of you scoring at home…I had more of these brackets than you could imagine…each one better than the last…District, Regional, State, National tournaments…amazing…At some point though, while away at college, my Mom decided that the most artistic pieces I ever produced were bothering her laying idly in my dresser drawer…so she threw them away…I’ve never forgiven her for that…If I had these brackets today though, I wouldn’t have to look to see who stood at the top of the podium most times…it was the smallest of my bunch, LeHarve…not sure why I chose him and not my favorite ‘Sko’ to win most times (I would get so upset when ‘Sko’ lost…even though I was the one actually making him lose…huh…it killed me…he was just too gangly and soft to be a champion..), but I did…I honestly don’t know how the fuck LeHarve pulled it off…

I can’t be sure the exact day it happened, but it eventually happened…I remember coming home during my junior year of high school after a brutal wrestling practice…Coach Keen hammered us during our ‘mat drill’ making us do double the ‘up-downs’ and other stuff we usually do…I don’t know why, maybe because Hazleton scored 15 points against us in the dual meet the night before…It flat-out sucked…So my miserable self made my way home craving that half a piece of plain chicken, 11 broccoli florets, and 1.5oz of mashed potatoes…that glass of water with a slight iced tea flavor was going to taste delicious as well…It better be ready was all I was thinking…So I made my through the front door, up the stairs, mumbled something to my parents and made my way down the hall to my room…flipped the light on as I threw down my sweaty wrestling gear bag and…….OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD…what…..??  My bed was bare…with only the sheets, comforter, pillows and whatever else…no Sko, no Stuffy, no Brandy…no nobody…OH MY GOD, where are they………where are they…..

After my Mom calmly tried to explain to me for the next 37 hours why it was time to get rid of my stuffed animals, I couldn’t accept it…I couldn’t believe she did it the week before my biggest match of the year (against our arch-rival Meyers High School..)…how could I concentrate when Sko and the boys were in some landfill somewhere up in Duryea…I proceeded to lose my next 6 matches, failed a Math test, was eliminated in the 1st round of a spelling bee, and had my long-time girlfriend break up with me because I was so distraught and distant…It was certainly a rough time, but by my 2nd year of college at Penn State, I finally was able to go to sleep without tearing up and crying…Thanks Mom for doing what you did so soon…who knows how I would’ve turned out if you waited until my college years to terminate my buddies…I’ll always thank you for that…

Only the very clever will piece together why this was written…it could’ve been so much better, that’s all I’m saying…

FEDERER…….

 

The TRUMP Card…or Shirt…

(..this isn’t gonna go over well…I’m just warnin’ ya…)

The 1st time I saw this guy at the gym wearing a nice, tight, stylish, cotton, ultra-sweat producing (Don) Trump t-shirt while working out, I barely noticed………….but, I did….

The 2nd time I saw the same guy wearing a different colored tight, stylish, cotton, sweaty Trump t-shirt while working out, I said to myself, ‘there’s that same guy again…hmmm’…

The 3rd time I saw the same guy wearing quite a different tight, cotton, Trump-supporting t-shirt while working out, I was like, ‘what’s up with this guy…are you kidding me…’…

The 4th time I saw the same loser wearing quite another Trump-imaged (on the front) t-shirt while working out, I thought, ‘WHAT THE FUCK…’…(I probably thought it 3 times…)..

The 5th time I saw the same idiot producing yet another tight Donny T t-shirt (okay, they’re repeating now, but it’s much funnier if you think he has about 30 of these…perhaps he does..), I was like, ‘Am I fucking seeing things here…does anyone else notice this loser…’…no one answered…

The 6th time I saw this same pathetic male human…..I just wanted to grab that fucking backpack he carries around (what the fuck is in there that’s so important that you must have it with you all the fucking time…) and slam it right across his fucking face…I didn’t even notice if he had on a fucking t-shirt or not…

(I know, it’s going off the rails now…I warned ya…….sorry…)

The 7th time I saw this waste of a person wearing his Trump National golf shirt in the gym, I wanted to grab my fucking 6-iron and take a huge-ass divot out of his fucking left ankle…I was thinking of hitting a nice little draw with this shot against the wind…..

On the 8th day of Christmas, Trump continued to sport the ‘long black socks’ look while wearing his favorite Republican party supporting t-shirt…I’m not a big fan of the long, pulled up socks look as you know, especially when you’re wearing the Eddie Bauer pair Mommy bought you when you were 14…God, I hate this fucking guy…

The 9th time I saw The Donald working out, I was calm and collected and just said, ‘John, let it go man, let it go…it’s not bothering anyone else, why should it bother you…let it go…’………but I fucking can’t…ask yourself (yes you, the person reading this..), wouldn’t you find this strange if you happened to notice it…you’re damn right you would…good, thanks…

The 10th time I  witnessed this same………yeah, we’re done here…I won’t put you through any more of this…This is totally true…I’ve never seen this fucking guy without a Trump t-shirt on in the gym…I can give a fuck it’s Trump on the shirt…I’m about as political as the new German Shepherd I have living with me…I really don’t care…it could be Denzel Washington on the shirt…or Tina Fey…or Reggie Jackson…or Richard Simmons…or John Boehner (I had to google another political person…)…the point is one human being wearing the same shit over and over again…I know, I know, he supports Trump’s shit and agenda, but I don’t fucking care…I support Trump too…he builds some nice-ass golf courses all around the world…and speaks his mind…like someone else you know…and read….

You guys all have a nice day today, okay….

 

Poor John-John….

Remember this guy…

Well, this guy has moved on and has a much better life now…and I have a much worse life now…I’m totally selfish and wish I can still come home after work to see Deuce super-excited, wagging his tail frantically and performing his little spin-around multiple times as I tried to put the leash on him to take him for a walk…I miss seeing him get outside and want to take off running after being in my place all day by himself…I even miss watching him curiously pick his spot, spin around slowly a time or two to position himself into perfect pooping position (he really had great form..), pin his ears back, and then as he’s doing his business, embarrassingly look up at me to make sure I wasn’t looking…of course I was though (like a dick) because I liked seeing his sheepish face…I would quickly turn away thinking he didn’t see me…I know he did though…I even miss grabbing the shit-bags and slowly bending over to….okay, okay, I’m rambling now…I sure as heck didn’t enjoy that part…

Deuce moved out to the country here in Northern VA about 3 weeks ago to live with his brother on a 12-acre plot of land…well, it’s not just him and his brother…a family took him in to take care of them…It would probably be hard for Deuce and his brother to survive on their own in this day in age…with housing prices the way they are and gas constantly…….Anyway, I’m sure he enjoys chasing his ball in a huge yard compared to chasing it in a 1200-square foot condo…it’s just a hunch on my part…Plus, like I said, he has his brother to play with instead of me and Tim…

Stop looking at their asses…that’s not nice…

I’m sure he’s getting in a bit better shape as well…

Man, I’m beat…those 5 minutes of playing just about killed me…
Selfies are just about fucking impossible to take…I took about 10 of these with him and unbelievably, this is the best one…why do I look like such a dork…

I miss you buddy and hope to see you soon…you brought a lot of joy to my life the past year…

As you wipe the tears out of your eyes, I’ll leave you with something a bit more uplifting.  I witnessed a high school/college (whatever..) kid perform some pretty damn good push-ups the other day at the gym…and if I’m saying that, they must’ve been good, huh…after watching him crank out about 25-30 with ease, he decided to seek out the aid of his  workout partner to place a whole, fucking 10-lb plate on his back for his next couple sets…his 160-or-so pound frame performed the push-ups just as easily as without the extra poundage…I respected the kid before he turned into a typical jackass by pulling off that stunt…

And lastly, sorry Deuce, I love ya, but you’ll never take the place of this guy…this is my childhood dog growing up —- RAMBO —- a very fitting name…

Beware of approaching him though…unless you were introduced when he was young…or you were a hot female…he never seemed to mind them…

It’s certainly not Masters weekend, but US Open Saturday and Sunday is pretty damn good too…

Happy Father’s Day to the 3 fathers who read this…

 

 

Poor Tiger…..

So my avid readers will remember months ago the clip I posted of a wrestling match I had the honor of being involved in.  Granted, I was just the ‘assistant’ referee (that means I basically do nothing but stand there and pretend I’m interested in the match going on while I ponder how not to mess up the next match I’ll be in charge of..), but nonetheless, I was front and center when the end of match festivities took place.  Let’s just say ‘the assault’, for all those who remember.  Well, because of that, I had the honor of being subpoenaed to court to testify about what happened.  Wow, I thought, as I spoke to the officer…Me, being subpoenaed…hell yeah, I need a subpoena to get out of work…I really didn’t, but doesn’t everyone want to be subpoenaed at least once in their life…After weeks of thinking there’s no way this case is ever going to go through, there I was last Thursday morning trudging my way to the Fairfax County Judicial Court for a 10AM trial.  I was told to get there early so that meant I was going to be in the heart of traffic here in great Northern VA at that hour.  I left work around 8AM thinking that should give me plenty of time to get there to do whatever the fuck I had to do before this ‘national’ assault case.  At this point, I still didn’t even know the exact charges as all the lawyers who were supposed to contact me beforehand decided there was no need for that…We’ll just talk at the court I guess.  My 8 o’clock departure did indeed give me plenty of time to arrive at my destination only to behold the colossal Fairfax County Court House.  Holy shit, what an impressive structure…we must have a lot of bad people in this county…and boy do we ever…After parking and wasting 10 minutes in my car doing nothing, I grabbed my book (they told us to bring something to read as sometimes these things drag out and can get pretty boring..) and headed to the court house…Along with all the criminals of the county and their parent/parents.  My God, it was like leading a herd of sheep (that’s the animal that kept coming to mind when thinking about this during my run this morning…I have nothing against sheep, by the way…sorry guys..) to slaughter…It seemed like hundreds of teenagers with headphones in staring at their fucking phones were about 10 paces behind their annoyed-looking, ‘I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening’ parent.  Most of the cases were one parent as I’m sure they flipped a coin as to who would have to take this dreaded Thursday morning responsibility.  I was actually excited about the ordeal, these people certainly weren’t.  I wanted the whole court room experience…the drama, the judge, the jury, the tension, the everything…Bring on a Dateline trial baby…Yeah, right…I got there way too early, wandered around the 21 floors (exaggeration), checking out all the court rooms with full dockets all morning and afternoon…Jesus Christ, all these cases on a Thursday…how many bad people do we have in this county…Here’s your answer — a fucking lot…

I’m not going to bore you with every minor detail, as there really wasn’t anything exciting to report.  We spoke briefly, and I mean briefly, to the Commonwealth of VA attorney about the incident as he acted like it was the first time hearing about anything.  Glad to see our tax dollars going to a worthy cause…Wasn’t there any preparation for this thing…Kevin (the main ref for the match) and I basically sat there expressing our disbelief over and over again of it really coming to this…Tiger, as the head-butter is referred to by his friends (nickname..), and his parents decided nonchalantly to show up at ten minutes before ten.  There was no sign of the kid who got head-butted.  We finally got called into the court room around 10:30 only to find an empty chamber with just the lawyers, judge and defendant.  So much for that huge Dateline trial, I disappointingly thought…The attorneys, or lawyers (what’s the fucking difference..) were going back and forth with numbers before the court was even called to order…Most people I told about this said it would most likely be settled beforehand without even a trial starting…More mild bickering and pacing back and forth was taking place between the lawyers as I overheard them saying shit like ‘we’ll probably settle this’ soon…What..??  I came all this way, sat still for all this time only to get no type of court experience…I want to be on the stand baby…Anyway, the prosecutor (I guess that’s what he’s called..) came over to us after a few minutes and said, ‘I know the tension is high in here, so you might want to leave the courtroom..’…What..(again..)…what fucking tension…My God, this isn’t a double homicide here…Kevin and I reluctantly left the court room wondering what was going to happen next…When we got outside, we did recognize the kid who was head-butted sitting with his attorney collaborating with the VA prosecutor (I guess..)…About 20 minutes later, the officer who had called us there told us we were free to go as they were settling…The lawyer and the kid who was assaulted then approached and thanked us for being there.  I guess ‘us’ being there really strengthened their case…Well, glad I was able to help in some fucking way here…Kevin and I then walked past all the criminals of the county and their representatives not knowing how the case even ended up…

Well, Johnny certainly wasn’t going to be satisfied with that verdict…The officer told us he would send us the following video as I was hoping to get a bit more footage than the last video I shared with you guys…He came through on his promise so that’s when I asked him if I was allowed to ask how the case was resolved…He told me the initial offer was to pay the plaintiff $800 to cover medical bills and whatever else…then it went to $1200, and finally was accepted at $1600 and the headbutter would not have any criminal record after some type of probation…really exciting stuff…Way to go Tiger…

I’m hoping you can somehow open this file below as I couldn’t down and upload it like I usually can…there’s a bit more footage, but nothing like I wanted as the good stuff starts after it cuts off again…

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I actually was a bit surprised at how calm Kevin and I were initially as it seemed like everything escalated within milliseconds at the time…My left hand to the criminal’s back right at the end definitely calmed everything down after that though….Both wrestlers sucked, by the way…Did I mention that…

On another note, I just wanted to add that I didn’t write the bad-word book I talked about last time here…another guy did, I just read it…I actually lost a few followers after that post…gimme a break…people have no sense of humor these days…I actually wrote to the guy commending his brilliance and briefly talked about how I feel bad every time I use that nasty word…I added the following about my Mom and her distaste of it…’My Mom won’t even make my favorite meals anymore when I come home for my birthday and Christmas’…I thought that was one of my best lines ever…I got no response from the fucker…

What, did you think I was going to talk about another Tiger here……