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 ok so if you want the skinny, go to smithappens.com, because thats so up to date, it's anorexic like mischa barton.
but here's the part where i chime in with my two cents. of course i'll have to write you a check or charge it to paypal and transfer those 2 cents to you because i don't carry cash, with the exception of when conducting drug deals, because we live in a cashless society, well with the debit cards and all. what am i talking about, yeah right my take on the keg race fanfare.
The live draft was tonight, for those of you whose fingers are far from the pulse of my meager little existence, the draft was for the annual block keg race.
keg race, which if you're not familiar, is like a case race, or a decathalon, or that one where you ski and then shoot guns, yeah thats the one that really gets my engine going.
In short: two teams, 20 or so members on each, a keg per team. drink. don't puke. speed is of the essence. heavy undertones. emotions runnning higher than high, and opponent's feelings being trammpled to death by tight team dynamics
i was drafted roughly 6th round, along with james, by Ed the captain of Team Grey. in fact all 4 members of 1145J were drafted by Team Grey, not to mention Abby, who spends many a night under the safety of our roof.
I'm not sure how my stock rose so high but somewhere around the 12th overall pick is pretty damned early for my pansy-face if you ask me. But Ed was drafting and he has watched in awe as I've consumed entire dollar menus of fast food crap, so he knows my body has a special something going on and is capable of the occassional disgusting gluttony.
Here's where I say that Team grey GREEN is the best and will wipe the floor with the vile Team green GREY. Of course in this cutthroat workaday world of wheelings and dealings i could easily wake up tommorow, having been traded to the heinous lovely and hated powerful team green. Here's hoping that's just paranoia.
[Editor's Note 02.04.05
I did in fact wake up this morning to the sounds of Commisioner Michael Patrick Keown at my door, with news of my trade to Team Green.
The official league press release reads as follows:
In another blockbuster deal reminiscent of the infamous "Joy plus One" trade, the Green Machine acquired Danwho for C.Duane plus one Beer. Time will tell on this one, folks.
Regardless of what I may have said last nite, Team Green: The Green Machine is the right place for me at this point in my career. I am eager and willing to fill any role-player position available in Team Green's march towards a title. Team Green is stacked to the brim with talent, has a great team dynamic and is primed and ready for a championship.
I am more than thrilled to have this opportunity and wish Team Grey only the worst of luck for tossing me aside. Organizational Suicide Grey, really sloppy.
If you think i've changed my tune, well you might have a point, but just look how non-excited I was when Team Grey called my name...not even holding up my jersey for a photo-op with james. I had some contract issues that Team Grey just couldn't accomodate in our pre-draft meetings, and I had a feeling a trade would be in the works.
The Green Machine is Shaun, Keown, Kristian, Blond John, Angel, Ryan, Galli, McGowan, Mac’n Steve, Steve Phil and Jerry, Jewel, Brad, Matt Grespin, Jean, Tori, Golftom, Asian Lindsay, Nicole, Joy D, Danwho +1 BEER, Julia gulia, Jess, Teggy (15 guys/8 girls)
as for the I Stole Your Grays, they're a bunch of high-priced babies, professional whiners and little jerk-off headcases. I wont bother listing the losers but their team consists of 11 guys and 12 girls. That's right more girls than guys.
Now I'm no misogynist but when Grey already had more girl drinkers than the Green Machine, they traded me to get another. Sure they got the plus one beer, which ended up being huge last year.
Regardless, stacking your team with females, each of them a sexy little slip of a girl, to the point where they outnumber the neanderthal beer-bellied men, seems like a front office fiasco.]
This annual keg drain competition originated last year, and was a brutally exciting event. I was unable to participate in the proceedings as I was stricken with a nasty bout of the Mono, but I was in attendance to witness first hand the heat of competition, and shit if I didn't get just a little singed by the roaring competitive fires in play.
So in conclusion, we're all playing things serious as can be, and takin' er easy until the main event, Saturday 2pm.
Until Saturday...kiss for luck
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danwho kissed you on the nose on 02.04.05 @ 03:05 AM [link] |
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