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Mrs. Claus November 30, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – Here’s a holiday story to warm your hearts like a glass of eggnog (with extra rum).   For awhile when I was living in Brookline, I took the bus to work.  Yeah, I know.  There were always crazy characters on that thing.  Luckily, it was a pretty quick trip to Mission Hill where I worked.  (Yeah.  I know.)  One day in particular always stands out in my head.  It was near the holidays, snow outside, and the bus was packed.  This old lady shuffled on to the bus, in full Christmas regalia.  You know, the Christmas sweater, jingle bell necklace, and ornament earrings.  There were no empty seats, so this lady, (I’ll call her Mrs. Claus) stands in front of this young ruffian who was sitting down.  This guy looked like a typical skater punk, and was listening to headphones so loud you could hear it.  Mrs. Claus stared down Tony Hawk Jr., expecting, I guess, this guy to give up his seat to her.  He pretended not to notice, nodding along with his music.  You could tell he could feel her staring at him though.  Her eyes got narrower and narrower as she glared at him, and you could feel her Christmas rage, as her jingle bell necklace rang angrily with each jerk and stop of the bus. Finally, the bus stopped and Jr. stood up to exit, brushing by Mrs. Claus.  She continued to glare at him as she gave him this tiding of joy: “Merry Christmas, @sshole!”

Holiday Party Motownphilly Style November 29, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS (Guest Writer from Motownphilly) – With work holiday parties just around the corner…here’s my experience from last year (I don’t plan to repeat in any fashion whatsoever)

It was time for our yearly “holiday” party. First off, our company party is usually beat. Everyone from work comes and it is a limited open bar. They would give us tickets for beer, like a frat party in college. Then all of the drunks would have to run around and collect tickets from people who didn’t drink when we ran out of tickets. On a bright side, we always had an open bar party afterwards at another bar. None of the beat people would come and we could really let loose and have a good time. After that, we had an after after party at hotels in downtown Philly, so no one had to worry about getting home.

This year we received some bad news. The company would no longer be providing limited beer and wine at the party. They tried to give some lame ass excuse that it was for liability reasons…. Cheap bastards…. Well, being to good alcoholics that we are, we made it BYOB. We kept it on the DL from upper management but it had to be done.

So we started drinking at 1… the Captain was treating us well. As usual, the party was boring but we had the after party to look forward to. My plan was to take it easy, because I wanted to get home that night and sleep in my own bed. We left the company party at 4 and headed of to the bar where we were having the open bar from 4 to 8. We had put together a good crew of people from work, so we where having a good time. We usually have a party like this once a quarter to maintain some sanity, and it usually the same crew of people. The holiday party is different though, people take it to another level.

I am putting back the beers at a good pace and feeling good. I am still sticking to my plan that I am going to head home after this and not go to the after after party. But then one of the new guys, fresh out of college, starts ordering up rounds of shots. He grabs me and that’s when my plan started to go out the window. It was 7 at this point and I figured a couple shots wouldn’t hurt me that much. Wrong… This is where the blackout started. I can hold my liquor well, so most people don’t even know how drunk I am most of the time. We left the after party at 8 and headed over to the after-after party. I kind of remember tripping over a bum on the way but not really. We stop by another bar for a drink and then make our make to the hotel. We walk into the room and the party is on.

Then I came up with another good one, time to pull the ghost move and catch a train home. It was about 10 and it was easy to make a disappearing act because everyone was so loaded at this point. The train stops running at 12:30, so I knew it was a good time to split.

I make my way to the train station… I can barely even read at point, so I get on the first train. Problem was that it was the wrong train. I didn’t figure this out until 15 minutes into the ride. So I got off in Manyunk and started to wait until the next train came. The nice thing was that it was in a part of town that was full of people our age and were partying. So I fit in a nice. I catch the next train back to a switching station. At least I am starting to sober up. I get to the switching station, Temple University. For those of you that have never been to Philly or to Temple for that matter, it is not a good area to be around in late at night. Unless you like bums begging for money, and the slight chance that you get robbed or shot. I knew I had to get out of there… The train to take me home finally came and I was happy to be out of there and heading in the right direction. It was 12 at this point and I knew it was one of the last trains to my place.

So I wake up in an empty train with no clue where I am. I couldn’t remember what train I got on in the first place. I walk around the train cars for a little while looking for some one to at least tell me where I am…. No luck there, so I find my way out of the train and start walking the tracks… It is about 2 am at this point and I figured I would find something that I knew eventually. So there I am walking the track and freezing my ass off. I cross over some road but I still have no clue where I am. Then I pass by an airport with jet airplanes… still no clue. Then I crossed over a highway. I decided to hop the fence and start thumbing it. I still had
no clue where I was or if I was at least heading in the right direction. I walked for about a mile with no luck. Then I saw a sign and realized that I was in New Jersey and I was on 95. At least I knew where I was at this point. Then a Jersey State Trooper drove right by me, my 2nd clue that I wasn’t in Pennsylvania anymore. I came up on an exit and got off 95. They were doing some construction, so there were empty trucks all over the place. I try to get in one for some shelter. Bingo, first one I tried was open. I got in and started dialling my boys to pick me up. Problem was, they were either too drunk to drive and too drunk to know where I was. I quickly realized that this truck was not cutting it because it was so cold. I found a engineering trailer close by…. most of them where locked, but I found one that was open and heated. So I found a place to sleep and I was out.

I woke up at about 8 am on some dudes desk. Got up, sat at the deck and started dialling for a ride. One of the guys that was at the party agreed to pick me up. I told him what exit I was at to pick me up. I walk to the exit and look down street and see a Marriott…. yeah, that would have been nice last night. He got there an hour later am took me home.

We Good November 29, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – Alright…I knew something was off about the spread last week.

Yeah…I know I said I liked it but hey…you’ve seen them play this season. It’s tough to go against them. This week we’re up against the Baltimore Ravens (-20.5) at last glance. I feel a lot better about this game. The Ravens are offensively challenged. And the defense isn’t what it used to be. They’re still tough against the run but for a team that rarely runs…the pass game should nice and open.

The Red Sox are in trade talks with the Twins regarding Johan Santana. And it looks like Jacoby (in a package including Jon Lester and other prospects) is the key to getting it done. I LOVE Jacoby! I think he’s going to be an incredible, exciting player but…Johan Santana…I KNOW he’s an incredible, exciting player. He’s young, he’s a lefty, he’s a gamer. Pitching is the name of the game. I’d do it in a heartbeat. With the Yankees being the other team in the hunt…I’d love to see the deal done.

Either way…it’s a no lose. But if I had a choice…

The Celtics lost their 2nd game of the season last night against the defending East Conference Champs…the Cleveland Lebron’s. It went to overtime and we had a chance to win in regulation but hey…can’t win them all. The Celtics still have the best record in the NBA. It’s so good to be in the CITY OF CHAMPIONS! Over the past 5 seasons or so…by this time of the season, I’d already be on one of my favorite NBA websites trying to figure out what draft pick would look best in green. Al, Gerald, Ryan and all the rest…I miss you but this is much, much better. By the way, I’ve decided that it’s okay to root for Gerald in the slam dunk contest this year even though he’s not a Celtic anymore.

Golf Party Update November 28, 2007

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Golf Party is off. I’m in the clear.

Golf Party November 28, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – So I’m walking home after work. It’s about 8:00. I stayed late for a few hours catching up on things.


So it’s a 15 minute walk from the work to my place. I’m feeling restless. I want to do something. One of my friends lives close by, under a minute. I actually have to walk by her apartment to get home. So I call her up. She invites me over. So I go over for cocktails and we start talking.
Jodie: So are you excited about the golf party tomorrow?

Me: Golf party? What golf party?

Jodie: Remember on Friday night…I got invited and you said you’d go with me.

Me: When on Friday?

Jodie: You were out with your friends for someone’s birthday. You called me while you were out to come meet up.

Thanksgiving Birthday Strikes Again!

Me: Did I tell you that I probably wouldn’t remember our conversation?

Jodie:Yeah…you did say that but I thought you were joking.

Me: Nope…I was quite serious. Also…I don’t even play golf.

Jodie: No not golf….it’s a goth party.

Alright…now I have no idea what I got myself into. Goth? I don’t even know what it really means. It didn’t even know it was still around. In high school it was the kids who wore a lot of black clothes.

She goes on…

Jodie: Yeah…it’s going to be a lot of fun. There’s supposed to be jello wrestling.

Me: And I agreed to go with you?

Jodie: Yeah

Me: Tomorrow night?

Jodie: Yeah

Me: Do I need to buy an outfit or something. The goth thing isn’t exactly my scene.

Jodie: I’m not sure.

Me: Give me a call tomorrow. I’ll let you know.

Currently there’s a 30% chance that I go tonight

Troy Brown November 27, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – Troy Brown is back with the Pats! I’m not sure he’ll see the field very often but it’s nice to have him back.

And now the bad news…the Pats had been pretty lucky so far in terms of injuries. But we lost Colvin for the season with a foot or arm injury. The extent of the injury hasn’t been released yet.

Thanksgiving B-Day November 27, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – Nothing like old high school friends…Mark, Brian and I were all ready for post-Turkey celebrations. We meet in Milton and drive over to Mark’s apartment in Back Bay. At the apartment, we did some pre-drinking.

Brian tells us “Remember I have to work tomorrow afternoon. I can’t drink too much.”

 

Oh yeah…I forgot to mention that this is also Brian’s birthday.

 

Like we care…we’re going hard tonight. This only motivates Mark and I to get him really drunk! He’s going down!

 

The first stop was Daisy Buchanan’s. At the bar, Brian runs into a few friends (he always runs into people) Meanwhile, Mark I noticed that a Bacardi promo was going down.

So Bacardi was giving out free t-shirts. But they just didn’t give them out. You had to do something. Hey…why not? So the girl has a cardboard cutout of a Bacardi Limon bottle. I had to wear it on both sides and collect 20 signatures. No problem…10 minutes later I had the signatures and Mark and I had new t-shirts. We were really excited.

They weren’t the run of the mill regular white t-shirt. It was a high quality garment. (trust me…you’ll be hearing about the t-shirts again later)

We found Brian and he was already a few shots in. Time for a change of pace…we decided we’d head over to…(well perhaps I should keep the bar name as an unknown)

 

We arrive around 10:00. Things are just picking up. I start a bar tab.

We all do a few shots. I decided to scout the dance floor. Meanwhile Mark decides that he can’t let Brian drink alone. He decides he’ll go shot-to-shot with Brian until they reach an acceptable double digit number. I think we’re on 8 or 9 at this point. I let them do their thing. I just grab a beer and head on off. I run into a girl I went to high school with. She was a year or 2 below me. We decide to do a little dancing. Time starts to fly. Next thing I know its midnight and Mark and Brian haven’t moved from the bar. I go over to talk to them.

All Brian can talk about is getting home so he can work. He needs to get to Milton. But we made a plan earlier that we’d sleep at Mark’s since his car is at his apartment.

Next thing you know…Brian runs out of the bar and starts hailing cabs. Mark and I chase after him. But when we reach the front door, I’m stopped by bouncers. They think I’m trying to skip on my tab. I tell them my friend is leaving and I’m just trying to catch him. But they won’t let me go. I’m physically carried back to the bar and they make me sign out my tab. While I’m “distracting” the bouncers, Mark is able to go outside and find Brian. I close my tab without leaving a tip.

 

The bartender says to me “Hey…no tip?”

I tell him “I’m getting thrown out! What do you think?”

 

I walk outside and find Mark and Brian waiting in a cab. I get in the cab and we head to Milton. Once we hit the highway, we realize we have about $7 in cash between the 3 of us. The cab driver figures this out and starts asking us about it. Then Mark gets
belligerent. I can’t write in words what he was saying. They weren’t really words. He was just blabbering. The driver threatened to drop us off on the highway but I was able to squash it. I tell him to stop at an ATM and I’d get money.

 

I get the cash and we’re off again. So we’re getting close to home. Then Brian says…”Uh oh…pullover, pullover!” The cab screeches to a stop. Brian falls out and gets sick on the sidewalk. I pay the driver and he speeds off. So we’re about a block away from Mark’s place and 3 from Brian’s place. I live a good 15 minutes away but I’m the strongest mentally and physically at this juncture. I decide that I should get Brian home. I point Mark in the direction of his house.

 

Brian: “Where are we?”

 

Me: “Your street. Just keep walking that way.”

 

I send Mark off and Brian and I head to his place. Brian seems to be doing much better now. He’s still nowhere near 100% but he can talk. We get to his house in about 5 minutes. Then I realize that I’m missing my Bacardi t-shirt! I must’ve left it in the cab.
Damn! Oh well…things happen. Brian gets into his house and now I have to get home.

 

Mind you, I’m the most sober of the 3 of us but I’m nowhere near sober. I can barely walk straight. And now that I’m not watching after Mark and Brian, I feel the effects a lot stronger. This walk may take a little bit longer than 15 minutes. And it’s not exactly the warmest night.

 

I get about half a block and I can hear a car coming behind me. It’s the Police. The officer pulls up to me. Now in my head I’m thinking I can’t get busted from being drunk and disorderly…I think. But maybe the cab driver called the cops on us.

 

Officer: “Where are you heading?”

 

I explain to him that it was my friend’s birthday and I just dropped him off and now I’m heading home. I catch a break as the officer happens to be one of Brian’s neighbors! He stopped me because high school kids all over town had been seen drinking. He thought maybe I was one of them. He was trying to keep underage kids off the streets. He asks me if I need a ride. WORD! I jump in the back of the cruiser and I’m home in minutes. Perfect timing. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Things with Mark…

So like I said before, I pointed Mark in the direction of his house. I could practically see it. We weren’t very far at all. I guess he was a little more drunk than I thought. He made his way down his street. Home Sweet Home! He got to the door but couldn’t get it opened. He figured he had the wrong set of keys. So he tried to climb through a side window.

Only one problem, he was at the wrong house…his Marine neighbor’s house. Mr. Marine is awakened by all the noise Mark is making.

Mr. Marine: “Mark…you live next door. Go home.”

 

Whoops!

So Mark does exactly what he’s told. He goes next door…except in the wrong direction.

 

And again he tries the door and then the window. This time he wakes up Old Lady Smith and almost gives her a heart attack!

3rd time’s the charm! He gets into his house and passes out on the floor of his brother’s room. He awakened early the next morning by his mother, Bacardi t-shirt as his pillow.

 

Momma Mark: “Mark, what are you doing here?”

Mark actually can’t remember how he got home and is praying that he didn’t drive. He jumps out, looks out the window…no car. That’s a relief.

The next day, we’re all recovered from the night. Brian made it to work the next afternoon. I didn’t wake up the next day until 5:00pm (this was a lot easier when I was younger) and my head was still pounding.

Mark is out for errands with his mom. She’s driving. They pull onto his street. All of a sudden he yells “Pull over! Pull over!”

His mom is afraid she may have just hit someone or something. She swerves to a stop and Mark runs out of the car. On top of a bunch of bushes, near where the cab had dropped us off the night before…my Bacardi t-shirt!

Fly Patriots Fly! November 20, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – Well…we’re not perfect afterall. The Revolution lost in the finals (again) and the Celtics lost for the 1st time against Orlando on Sunday night.

On the bright side, the Pats are still putting heads to bed. They demolished the Bills (coming off a 4 game win streak) with a 56 – 10 victory at Buffalo. And it could’ve been a lot more.

Next game…Eagles visit Foxboro. Early line…Patriots (-22)

22?!?!?! The Eagles are 5-5 on the season. It’s not like they’re a winless team. They’re still in playoff contention.

Still…I like the Pats to cover

Welcome back Mike! November 19, 2007

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lowell.jpgMike Lowell returns to Sox!

Free-agent third baseman Mike Lowell has agreed in principle to the framework of a three-year deal to return to the Red Sox.

Looks like we had the best deal on the table. $12.5 per season is pretty reasonable. I like that we stayed at the 3 year mark.

Now let’s see what they do with Coco.

Fenway keeps getting better November 16, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – I don’t know how they do it. But year in and fenway.jpgyear out they find a way to squeeze more seats into Fenway…not to mention bathrooms and concessions stands. Although I still haven’t been up to the Monster Seats. Here’s a list of some of the latest improvements that we’ll be seeing at Fenway in the near future.

Team Tickled win another championship! November 16, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – Congrats to the Team Tickled Kickball Club for their undefeated (11-0) 2007 Fall Minuteman Season.

We’ll be seeing you in Vegas for the nationals!fall-2007-champs.jpg

Vegas Part 2 – Gelmania November 15, 2007

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CITY OF CHAMPIONS – Let me offer a thesaurus free counter point to Shallan’s Las Vegas blog entry (read this 1st)

Some (many?) of you don’t know me, and for that, you should be grateful. Because if you did know me you might end up in Vegas with me and such a trip could leave you bloody, broke, and battered.

Las Vegas is an astonishing place where everything you’ve ever known about common decency and self control are thrown out the window. Everywhere you turn there is temptation and excitement. But like all of the tricks at the $89.50 magic shows at the $350 per night hotels on the strip, it is all an illusion.

Vegas is indeed a time warp and it is full of toys, but this escape from reality is merely a diversion from how this wondrous city is affecting you and your life. Going to Vegas is like walking out the front door of your house and bending over to see a beautiful flower blossoming from a crack in the cement sidewalk, only to turn around and see your previously exquisite home exploding with flames and smoke. The bright lights, beautiful people, and brushes with celebrities are diverting your attention from your plummeting bank account balance, alarming blood alcohol content, and the potentially permanent damage you are inflicting on your vital organs due to days of endless substance abuse.

In Vegas you don’t sleep, you don’t exercise, and you don’t eat (save one buffet full of prison food that you are only consuming because they have free champagne and you should probably eat “something” since it has been almost 60 hours since you ate the pretzels on your flight in). In Vegas you test your body’s limits and your mind’s sanity. It isn’t a harmless test like a pub crawl or vice war where the worst case scenario is waking up next to someone who looks they ran a 100 yard dash in a 90 yard room. Every step you take in Vegas threatens you with life altering situations and lifestyle affecting decisions. People often tell stories of their entire plane erupting in applause when the plane touches down in Vegas because of the energy on the plane for what lies ahead, I believe people should cheer when their plane takes off from Vegas because no matter how your body is damaged or mind decayed, at least you are alive and returning to normalcy.

If nothing else I have said sticks with you, here is a little story from my weekend in Vegas. Yesterday morning, my flight was scheduled for a 7:00 am departure. After arriving at the airport at 5:45 cheery and smiling (read still drunk) I checked my luggage including my blue guitar (another, different Vegas story). I joked with the airline employee about how I am a famous musician and she happily participated in our banter mocking enthusiasm for meeting a “celebrity.” Then I walked to the airport security line where things suddenly changed. My palms started to sweat, my legs started to shake, and my body temperature somehow simultaneously plummeted and skyrocketed. As one not unfamiliar with the aftermath of a rough night of drinking, I knew what was going to happen next. Unfortunately, it was the airport security line and there was no bathroom to be found. So I closed my eyes and prayed: “Please god, do not let me throw up all over myself, my friend, and all of these families around me. I know I have does this to myself, but please forgive me for abusing my body and ignoring your teachings this entire weekend. Please let me survive this endless snaking line and fight off the vomit sloshing around in my stomach and fighting to come out.” In some sick, divine quid pro quo, I did not throw up, I made it through the security line, but basically had to sprint to a bathroom to relieve not only my need to vomit but other bodily needs that arose seemingly right as I slumped through the metal detector. So I moved as fast as I could (read really slow) to the bathroom where I spent the next half hour putting on my own personal, disgusting fourth of July show. Multiple people who came through the stalls next to me said multiple times: “Oh my god!” and “are you okay?” I barely made my flight, but thanks to the ridiculous seating system on southwest airlines I got on the plane first. I took a window seat near the front of the plane and immediately passed out. I woke up when the flight attendant made the pre-flight announcements and was shocked to see I had a row to myself–the waiting area looked so full. Turns out every other seat on the plane, save the two next to me, was full–nobody wanted to sit next to someone in my condition. I smiled only for a second before feeling the vomit stirring again and immediately went back to sleep.

So to sum up, anybody want to schedule another Vegas trip?