I usually blog when I am angry...pissed, to be more exact. And while there is anger in me today, it is more sadness and heartbreak than anger. Twenty six years ago today, Pelle Lindbergh was, for all intents and purposes, killed in a car accident. He lived long enough, via life support, for his family to come from Sweden and say their good byes. He then was taken off life support, and "officially" was dead. I remember that day as if it were yesterday.
I was a young girl, in love with a team that was just electrifying to watch. While my heart belonged to Rick Tocchet, I don't think there was a fan of the team who didn't just adore Pelle. He had an easy smile, and a grace that was just, well, gracious. He loved his team and his fans and life. All of this you can read elsewhere, and is why I am sad on this day...the loss of such an amazing athlete far too young will do that. Why am I angry? Partly because of that loss, but mainly because of so many comments from fans too young to remember this amazing person. "He was drunk. He killed other people. He was a murderer.". "He drank and drove. He deserved to die." Wow, this from people who are barely old enough to drink today. I have a few years on most of those kids, and drinking and driving was not the issue it has become. M.A.D. D. was in it's infancy, having been founded in 1980. The horrors of drinking and driving were not taught in drivers ed at the time...the emphasis was still on speeding. The National Minimum Drinking Age Act, setting the drinking age in all states at 21, had only been passed one year earlier, in 1984. We have learned, over time, how dangerous that drinking and driving is. Unfortunately, the young fans of the Philadelphia Flyers, along with his team mates, learned that lesson from Pelle Lindbergh. So, for those of you who learned it in school, and not thru the tragic loss of one of the most amazing goal tenders to every play in the NHL, please respect our loss.
Seriously? You are going to refer to a picture of Wayne Simmonds standing between two other Flyers as a Golden (reverse) Oreo???
You racist, ignorant, stupid, bigoted motherfucker. I don't even KNOW the person that posted this, and hate this person like fire. For a couple of reasons. First, I happen to think that Wayne Simmonds is going to develop into an amazing Flyer, regardless of his race. He is a good kid, a hard worker, and an excellent role model for ALL kids looking to get into hockey, and especially so for any African American child. If you would like to read more on Simmonds, please consider this excellent piece by Frank Seravalli:
He busted his ass to get where he is, he is one of 20 full-time African American NHLers, he is respectful of his Momma, and thankful for the chances he has been given. And you, you bigoted rat bastard, make racist jokes? And the real reason this ass wipe pisses me off? My husband is African American. So, if you are doing the math, my son is "mixed"...God, I hate that fucking word. If you, or any of your slow witted, red necked friends think that racism is gone, or that it is just "jokes", I am here to tell you that you are 100% wrong. My gorgeous son, who is nine, has already tasted it. When he was about 3, he was attending an in-home day care. He came to me, one day, fussing, and asked "Mommy, are you white?". Stunned, I answered "Yes, Mommy is white.". He stewed for a second, and asked "Mommy, is Daddy black?" Again, stunned, I answered "Yes, baby, Daddy is black.". He then said "I told Avis (Travis, one of his daycare mates) that. Avis said his Mommy said "AJ's Mommy is white and his Daddy is black. That is wrong." And I told him it was right". My sweet little boy didn't know that she meant wrong, as in forbidden, or immoral. He just thought it meant that his friend's mother was mistaken. That woman is so lucky that my child needed me NOT in prison, because I would have gladly tried to beat some sense into her; I did realize that it would have been a losing battle. We did move him to another facility, immediately.
That was not the only brush my son has had...when he was in kindergarten, I got an e-mail from his teacher that he had cut his hair. A lot of his hair. The day before he was scheduled for birthday portraits. Naturally, I snapped. And when I saw him, it was only worse...he had given himself a reverse mohawk, down to the skin. There was no fixing it..we had to shave his gorgeous curls all off. I was in tears, that quickly turned to fury when the teacher told me that his classmates had been teasing him...calling him all manner of names...nappy head, porch monkey, you name it, my baby heard it. And the parents of those little bastards heard it, too. My baby cut his hair off to look more like them. So, you asswad, calling Simmonds names...when you do that, when you make those little jokes, you aren't just hurting Wanda Simmonds son, you are hurting MY son, too.
Giving Richie time
Kings coach Terry Murray said he had a brief chat with Mike Richards last June the day he was traded there from the Flyers.
And then didn’t call him again for more than month. Reasoning? Murray felt it would take that long for Richards to get over the shock of having been traded.
“There are expectations for every season, but this year I think I'm more excited to get started and get on the ice and focus on playing hockey,” Richards said.“I'm more excited to start the season than I have been in past years.
“I've moved on. I'm excited to get started here in L.A. I don't think much of it anymore.”
(The above quote was borrowed from Comcast Sports Net Philly, News and Notes)
Seriously? Thanks a shit load, Richards. You are more excited THIS year?? More excited than last year, after spending a summer thinking about LOSING the Stanley Cup, in OUR HOUSE, in front of Philadelphia fans?? You would think that you and your drinking buddy Jeff Carter would have been chomping at the bit to start last season, to bring Lord Stanley's cherished Cup home to Philadelphia, to the fans who defended you, who lashed out at the media that hounded you. Excited to prove to the fans and media of Philadelphia that you COULD win the big prize...but you weren't excited, and it showed. The winning came easy at the beginning of the season, and you took your foot off the gas. The end of the regular season was the proof of your disinterest. Say what you will, Mike, but you were the CAPTAIN of that team. The team that took a dangerous slide at the end of the season. The team that BARELY beat the Sabres. The team that got the shit beat out of them by the Bruins. They were YOUR team. WE were YOUR fans. But you weren't excited, and it showed, in your attitude towards the media, in your play, in your commitment to the game. So, you are more excited about the beginning of this, season? Yeah, so am I, Mike, so am I.
Carter who?????
Simmonds knocked Clarkson on his ass, then picked him up, as if to say "I am not done beating your ass yet, so get UP." I know that the trades of Richards and Carter are still a sore topic for some, but Mike Richards wasn't excited about being in Philadelphia anymore, and it showed. So, please, for the love of God people, and by people, I mean you Mike Emerick, and everyone else who can not speak of the Flyers WITHOUT bringing up "The Trades", let it go. Embrace Wayne Simmonds...he is obviously THRILLED to wear the Orange and Black...and he looks damn fine in a Flyers jersey.
Just a warning here, folks, I am pretty fucking cranky today, having been forced to listen to 10 minutes of Christian talk radio while calling a Bible Belt customer. Umm, what the fuck is Sean Avery's problem??? After years of being a complete fucking douche bag, now he is Mr. Manners?
This moron is such a douche, that a new rule was NAMED after him. The Avery Rule was enacted after this little stunt:
Did Simmonds call him a faggot? The evidence on that one is pretty clear. You be the judge, courtesy of this video, via Puck Daddy.
Yep, that would be "faggot" coming out of Wayne Simmonds mouth. He also, either right before this, or right after, clearly called him a "pussy". That little blurb was actually HEARD during Comcast's coverage of the game, and I was laughing my ass off...no one on this team has really challenged that douche bag Avery, and I am totally in love with Simmonds (sorry Danny, you may be replaced!) for finally giving that fucktard Avery a taste of his own medicine. Aww, I am sorry Sean, did our new guy hurt your wittle feelings? Yeah, I don't give a rat's ass...not only are you a douche, on your own merit, but you are a Ranger. The same team that had fans making signs that said "Hextall, Go Buy A Porsche" after the death of Pelle Lindbergh. And no, motherfuckers, I will NEVER, EVER forgive that one. I could live eternally, and the Flyers could beat the Rangers for the Stanley Cup EVERY FUCKING YEAR, and I still won't get over that one. But, as usual, I digress. I hate Sean Avery, AND the Rangers, and I APPLAUD Wayne Simmonds. If the NHL fines him, I will start a fund to pay that fine. Do I like that word, or what it represents. No. Would I beat Simmond's ass if he were my son? Yes. For me, it's not about what Simmonds called Avery, it is about Avery, and what he represents. So, Sean....you have spent a career hurling all sorts of slurs at your fellow players...and if you think for a moment that I believe you didn't throw a racial slur at Wayne Simmonds during that little bru-hah-hah, you are dumber than you look...so, the true question here, is...do you want to be the pot or the kettle, Mr. Avery...because they are both black.
Wow, I never thought I would go all Paul Sorvino from Goodfellas on any former Flyer, but first we had Ville Leino, saying that Buffalo deserved to win the series last year, and now we have Carbomb fucking running his mouth.
From an interview in a Chicago newspaper:
Is the Philly media as tough as they say it is?
Dan Carcillo:Yeah. It’s ridiculous. . . . If you lose, people look for excuses, and they nitpick. They make stories out of nothing. It’s unfortunate. That’s just the way it is. It’s kind of their culture. People are kind of outspoken and rude.
Seriously? We are "rude"? You have got to be kidding me, Carcillo. This is the same guy who tweeted about, how to put this, getting digital on a first date. Rude? It would be rude to point out how many penalties you took that cost the Flyers...it would be rude to point out that you are too immature to control your temper, you little cretin.You are soon going to appreciate our kind of "culture" because you will no longer be cheered by the most loyal, passionate fans in hockey, you over-priced, under developed goon. I don't believe ANY Flyers fan ever looked for, or wanted an excuse. All we wanted, was 100%, balls to the wall, leave it all on the ice hockey. I have been a Flyers fan, and a HOCKEY fan all my life, and I have seen many Flyers come, and many Flyers go. I regretted many of the departures...Rick Tocchet, Rod Brind'Amour, Éric Desjardins, and John LeClair, to name a few. Guys that wore the orange and black proudly, because they understood the tradition, the loyalty, and the passion the Flyer's crest represents. Yes, I regret many trades...many players let go. You, Dan Carcillo, and Ville Leino, are not amongst the players I regret leaving the Flyers. I once cheered you, and defended you as I would my own child. I understand fully all about moving on, but I can not understand why these two, along with Nick Zherdev, feel the need to trash the Flyers organization, and it's fans. Gentlemen, you obviously never had a fucking clue what it meant to be a Flyer, and play in front of the most passionate fans on the earth. I am done with all three of you...
You are dead to me.
So, needless to say, it has been a busy summer in Philadelphia sports. And while I am not a huge fan of baseball, which is supposedly America's Pastime, I much prefer baseball to the non-stop bitching that has been going on in Philadelphia. Hunter Pence is signed, and is, from what I hear, tearing it up. The bitching, however, is also tearing it up...he is being paid too much, not enough, they waited too long to make the deal happen, he is too old, too young, too short...seriously, other than his name is a little faggy, it would appear he is doing a pretty good job. And he looks pretty hot in those goofy baseball pants, to boot. Then we can move on to the Eagles, and dear Lord, what a bitch fest that has been. They won't commit to Desean Jackson...uhh, guys? He has a contract. So he wants a raise? Yeah, so do I, but I have to wait until my boss is ready to talk, too. They signed the dude whose name I can't say or spell...so I ain't gonna try. Yeah, he is also getting too much money. Or not enough money, he is too old, too young, too short...blah, blah blah. I am pretty sure that there were several hundred strokes when the Eagles signed Vince Young. Oh, and don't even get me started on the bitch-o-rama that has been Flyers fans since the party boys left town, and Holmgren finally signed us a #1 goalie. I don't get all the bitching here...I am NOT the GM, I am not the owner, nor am I the coach of the Philadelphia Flyers. If I were the coach of the Flyers, there would be a whole new incentive plan in place, and I believe me, I am sure it would get results. How good am I at motivating men? My husband spent over $400.00 on Kenny Chesney tickets, and he spent a couple $100 at the show. And he HATES Kenny Chesney. Passionately. So, believe me when I say I can get men to do what I want them to do...but I digress. I am NOT the coach of the Flyers, I am a fan, so I just put my trust in Lavs and hope for the best.
But back on topic...why do we, as a nation, feel the need to bitch about EVERYTHING?
It's not just sports. We were in the grocery store, and I like to use the self check outs, so that my soap doesn't get put in with my lunch meat, and my raw ground beef doesn't get shoved in with the Cocoa Krispies. So anyway, the hubster and I are happily checking out, but we failed to notice the sign that said the self checks were now for folks with 25 items or less. Ooops, my bad. But since we were half way thru, we motored on, and dear lord, the bitching was rampant. Keep in mind, there were PLENTY of open registers, so no one was waiting. But this one lady bitched so long and so loud that I had finally had enough, and asked her what her issue was. I asked her if she was the register police, and if so, please issue me my fine and shut the fuck up. Which she did...shut up I mean.
Today at work, we scored some free food. A local place that we order breakfast from on a regular basis now has a lunch menu, so they brought in four huge trays of their new stuff. Free. I mean, completely, totally, free. And again, there was bitching. Well, mainly one bitch was bitching. Tuna? I hate tuna. Ewww, mayo on ham? Who does that? This cheesecake is too heavy. I am just going to have to go teach Wes and his wife how to cook. Seriously?? The food was FUCKING FREE!!!!! Shut your mouth and eat it, or don't, but either way, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! I have worked with this particular bitch for about four months now, and she bitches non stop. My ex-husband called me. My ex-husband won't return my calls. My son won't return my calls. My cats hate me, they piss on my clothes.(yeah, I busted my ass laughing at that one. I would piss on your clothes, too, you little troll) I'm fat. Your heels are too high (always directed at me, BTW). Her skirt is too short. It is too hot in here. It is too cold in here. Seriously? This bitch wonders why no one will talk to her? How about every, single word out of your mouth is bitching and moaning?
I don't know what is going on in this country, but when I appear to be a cock-eyed optimist, something is wrong...really, really wrong. I do believe we all need to take a big, frigging Midol and chill. Oh, and all the bitching in the world isn't going to bring Carter, Richards or Carcillo back, so please stop trying.
Seriously? You haven't been paying attention. I saw this on Twitter, directed at another fan, but it might as well have been directed at me...because as a matter of fact, yes, yes I DO kiss the Flyers asses 24/7, 365. And yes, I might kiss more than their asses if I weren't married, but that is an entirely different topic. I frigging BLEED orange and black. I was in TEARS when that mullet having rat bastard Kane scored in Game 6, and won the Cup in our house. My schedule is dictated by the Flyers schedule...and I shit you not. Our family vacation is the first week of September, so that when I come home, rather than feeling bummed about vacation being over, I can get down to the business of the Flyers. When my husband and I picked our wedding date, we had to make sure it would not be during the season...we picked June 27th, to be sure. My son, the only child I will ever be able to have naturally, came home in a Flyers onesie.
Cute little punkin, isn't he? There is a Flyers flag hanging proudly outside my home EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR. Even the day after they didn't win Game 6. Even after the Boston series last season. I understand that some Flyers fans like to bitch and moan about the trades, how badly the team is playing, and so on and so forth. That is your prerogative. I however, prefer to just love the team...with my entire heart. I will always believe, each and every year, that the Flyers can win the Stanley Cup, until they lose the fourth game of a playoff series. I watched every heartbreaking minute of every game of the horrifying season we do not not speak of. The miracle comeback, after being down 0-3, may have shocked some, but I left work the day of Game 4, 5, 6 and 7 saying "It ain't over until someone wins four games." The day after Game 6 of the SCF, my husband tried to "console" me, and I told him, and I quote: "I am sorry honey, but my heart wouldn't be in it. My heart is broken right now...I love you, but I loved them first". I guess you really don't ever get over that first love. So, go ahead and cry about Richards being traded, about Bryz costing too much...about how we don't have a chance to even make the playoffs this season. Forgive me if I don't join you...I am busy designing my Stanley Cup party menu. Here's a hint: the color scheme is black and orange.
OK, so I am a day late...sorry folks, I have a job, a kid, a husband, and a brand new HTC Thunderbolt...sorry. So, the big story yesterday was that Jeff Carter and Mike Richards got traded because they were booze hounds. Hmm, apparently, it was a really slow news day, if journalists everywhere had to write about Richie and High and Wide drinking. Seriously? This was NEWS? That Carter and Richards wouldn't live on "Dry Island"??? OK, the minute Lavy was hired, even a puck bunny like myself knew that there were going to be problems...John Stevens was their buddy, and I doubt he spent many nights on dry island himself., so there were bound to be changes. It was obvious last year that there were, hmm, creative differences between Richards and Lavy. Jeff Carter did his usual Houdini act come playoff time...perhaps he was in to much of a hurry to head to Sea Isle...I don't know, and I don't care. Richards was a ghost in the final couple games, and the season ended poorly, with the Flyers AGAIN losing to the eventual Stanly Cup Champions.
Yes, that is Kenny Chesney, and that freak of nature Chara. Pay attention kids, that is the only picture of the Boston Bruins you will ever see on my blog, because Kenny is in it. Oh Kenny, how can you be so smoking hot and have such BAD taste in hockey? Again...I digress. Ed Snider was done being humiliated after that lifeless effort against the Bruins, and anyone that didn't see huge changes coming was as stupid as Chara is ugly. So, were Carter and Richards traded for the partying? I think Carter was traded because of the partying, and that Richards was traded because the "team" no longer wanted him as Captain. Just my opinion on that. Personally, I don't care what ANY of the players do off the ice, unless it affects what happens ON the ice. Did it? My guess is yes, from experience. I had a boss who was a boozehound. (He still is a boozehound, just thankfully no longer my boss.) He could never be bothered to show up on time, ever. So, while I was his second in command, I spent the first half hour of my day fielding questions about where he was, and when he would be in. And when he finally DID show up, I spent most of my day fixing his hang over induced fuck ups. Except for the one day, that he fucking FORGOT to come to work. Until about 11 AM, when he finally checked his phone and saw my 8 fucking million calls, and realized that there are not any weeks that have two Sundays. So let us make my boss, say Jeff Carter. Imagine the team mates that have to cover for his stupid, hung over bleach blonde ass, be it in practice or in a game...I am thinking he was as popular with the older players as my dumb fuck of a boss was with me. While I don't fancy myself quite as mean as Chris Pronger, I can only imagine how Prongs dealt with the frat boy mentality..and I laugh my ass off every time I picture him screaming in old High and Wide's ear at an early morning practice...."HOW'S IT GOING JEFF??? UP LATE LAST NIGHT??" Yes, I am easily amused...but back to my point, so I can finish this and go play with my new phone...I don't care if Jeff Carter lived on Dry Island, or Wet Island, or Free basing cocaine and snorting it out of the crack of Mike Richard's Ass Island....the only one I care about is MISSING THE WIDE OPEN, GAPING FUCKING NET IN GAME 6 OF THE STANLEY CUP FINALS ISLAND.
Do I think the partying had something to do with he and Richie running out of gas in the finals? Damn right I do. If they could do all the partying, and win the Stanley Cup, hey, next rounds on me, party on, boys. But good old H&W shit the bed...and it turn's out that maybe he should have stopped by Dry Island once in a while. Yes, I think it was true...I just don't think it was news.
I am a HUGE Danny Briere fan...this is no secret to most of my friends. I first noticed the diminutive Mr. Briere when he was a Sabre, in 2006. The Sabres beat the Flyers in 6 Games, and Briere scored in double OT against Robert Esche to win Game One.
I hated him with a passion...sort of. Anyway, Paul Holmgren signed him to fend off the restless natives after the season we do not speak of, and he has been my favorite Flyer ever since. Do I also think he is a hottie? Well...yes, that is a given. Sorry guys, women are ALLOWED to think men are hot...even if we are married. Just like you ogle the cheerleaders on the sidelines at the Eagles games. Except for me, and a lot of women, the hot bodies are on the ice. So, I started a Danny Briere fan page in response to being called a puck bunny...sort of a "fuck you...you want a puck bunny? I'll show you a puck bunny." The tag of "puck bunny" is one that I despise...and one that I have fought damn near my entire life. Apparently, it is difficult for most men to comprehend that big tits, long legs, and hockey knowledge can all co-exist in the same body. Any how, I started the page, and holy shit, the boil his bunny, Danny's #1 fan whack jobs came a calling.
Whack job #1 and whack job #2 (yes, names have been changed to protect the completely fucking clueless) would argue, on my page, about which one of them was Danny's #1 fan...have you scene "Misery"? Yeah...these two scared me.
At first, #2 did me a favor, and befriended #1, who had been texting me via Facebook so often that my husband SWORE I kept my phone on vibrate for the kicks. So the two shared medication, uploaded pictures (some of #1s pics are these scary, photoshopped nightmares) and chatted together, until #2 sat on Briere's lap. At the Carnival. Oh, did I mention that #2 thought Briere was flirting with her at the Carnival? Yeah...sure. I love the Flyers, and the Carnival is an amazing event, but it is sort of a hockey strip club. Think about it...all the really hot properties are in private areas, everything is insanely expensive, there is some talking but very little touching, but SORRY ladies, there aren't going to be any happy endings tonight. But I digress..so, whacko #2 sat in Briere's lap, posted the picture, and whacko #1 unfriended her. There was a lot of "How could you do that to me?? You know I love Danny!! I thought you were my friend!!!" wailing and nashing of teeth.
Seriously? Those two scared me, but I had a pretty good idea from the get go that they had issues. The one that really freaked me out was whacko #3. She seemed normal enough. She was a single mom, with an adorable son...named Danny. She SWORE that her son was not named after Briere, but I think this should have been my first red flag. She also frequented the "Girl Friend Forums", which should have been red flag number 2.(If you haven't checked those pits from Hell out, I suggest you do so on an empty stomach.) But, she had a job, a child, was about my age, and had a pretty decent sense of humour. About a month ago, I got a text from her: "If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone?" The fuck? I didn't remember getting in a DeLorean and going back to high school, but I played along. She proceeded to tell me that she had created a fake Facebook profile. With a hot blonde picture. And lots of hot friends (that she also created)....and then sent Danny Briere (and the real Daniel Briere, not a fake or fan page) a friend request. That he accepted immediately. Danny, Danny, Danny...you aren't the first man to be fooled by fake tits, but you make $10 million a year and have three kids, you should be more careful. She told me all about his pictures, his kid's profiles....that he was friends with the "real" Flyers players...and was surprised when I told her, no, I didn't think it was a good idea. What DID I think? That bitch needs more medication than #1 and #2 put together, and her poor kid is going to need more therapy than a child porn star.
OK LISTEN UP PUCKBUNNIES!!! You don't have a SHOT IN HELL with Danny Briere. Or Claude Giroux. Or Dan Carcillo, for that matter. No, it's not because they are smoking hot, out of your league athletes. My husband is a smoking hot athlete, and I am average looking, and we have been happily married for 13 years. (The answer to that question is big boobs, and food. My husband loves boobs, I have big ones, and I am a really good cook. Can I get back to the topic at hand?) No, it's not because you are too fat, too young or too old...it is because Danny Briere lives in THE REAL WORLD!!! And I am not talking about the MTV reality show, I am talking about the REAL FUCKING WORLD!!! You know, where vampires DON'T sparkle (sorry Shanna) and wizards DON'T fly. So for the love of God, please stay on your medication, and keep watching hockey. Someday, you might actually realize that it is the most exciting sport on the planet.
Oh, and if you are reading this, Mr. Briere, I hope none of your children ever wants a rabbit for a pet.
Seriously? "Richie was the best cappy ever". Umm. OK. On the Flyers. One of the most storied franchises in the NHL. Captains have included: Dave Poulin. Ed van Impe. Rick Tocchet. Eric Desjardins. Bill Brber. Eric Lindros. Mel Bridgeman. And yeah, this guy named Bobby, what was it..oh yeah. Bobby fucking Clarke. Look you over-sexed, under educated puck bunnies...Mike Richards, while a good player, was not, I repeat NOT the best captain the Flyers have ever had. And the fact that you say "cappy" not only makes me want to smack the ever loving shit out if you, it only proves that you don't know shit about shit, and that you aren't a true Flyers fan. Case in point...I loved Rick Tocchet. And I do mean fucking WORSHIPED him. Posters, jerseys, you name it. When he got traded, I was crushed. For about five seconds..and then he was dead to me. He was a Penguin, I was a Flyers fan...sorry. Oh, and yes, I am a huge Danny Briere fan. I hope he is the next to wear the "C" in orange and black. And if he gets traded, ever? I wish him well, and move on. For the last time....IT IS ABOUT THE CREST ON THE FRONT. Idiots.It is morons like you that have made it hard for female fans like me to be taken seriously.
This is MY blog. That means it is my opinion. And yes, I know you have your own opinion...if you want to read YOUR opinion, get your own blog. Also, I swear a lot. A whole fucking bunch, as a matter of fact, so if you are easily offended, get the fuck out now, and don't come back. I am a born and raised, bleed black and orange Flyers fan. If you don't know what that is, you are going to be lost an awful lot, but at least you aren't a Rangers fan. Or a Penguins fan, so you are allowed here. Again, I am a Flyers fan, so I will make nasty comments about Cindy Crosby, and his band of merry men, so again, if that is going to bother you, buh-bye. Rule #1:Thou shalt not blaspheme the Flyers.
I am also TOTALLY obsessed with Kenny Chesney. I adore him, his voice makes me weak in the knees, and we would be married if he did not seem to prefer 23 year old blondes who weigh less than my cat. And a Republican. Seriously Kenny?? George Bush? Oh, and if my husband would forgive the whole bigamy thing. Anyway, I digress. I know he's bald, I know he's short...and I don't care. Rule #2: Thou shalt not blaspheme the Chesney.
Ok, those are the ground rules. So, now, a moment about the title. Shit pisses me off...all the time. And when it does, I look at my 24 pound cat, who is usually in my office with me, and say "Seriously?". Yeah, he doesn't ever answer, except with that "I don't give a rat's ass" look that all cats have, but he does understand me. I wish management at my work knew that "Seriously?" means I think you, or what have done or said, has led me to believe that you are a fucking moron. Anyway, I know it's been a couple of weeks, but I really have to get this off my chest...
An Open Letter to the 12 Stupidest People in The State of Florida, AKA the Casey Anthony Jury
Seriously? You needed to know HOW that baby died? I don't give a fuck how she died. her mother KNEW SHE WAS DEAD, ROTTING IN A SWAMP, AND WAS PARTYING WITH HER BOYFRIEND!!!! And got a Bella Vita TAT!!!! Any rational human being with two brain cells to rub together could do the math on that one...dead baby+mom who doesn't give a fuck=mom who killed her baby. Please go the electric chair. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200, go straight to HELL, with a quick stop in the electric chair.
OK, I feel better. So does the cat. It's time for a nap.
