Excerpt of an actual phone-in, this morning, to Sports Radio 950 KJR's Mitch in the Morning program; guest hosted by former Mariner relief pitcher, Norm Charleton, while Mitch was away on vacation.

Host Steve Sandmeyer: "Norm, we have Mary from Renton who has been waiting on the line now 19 min to talk to you."

Norm: "Hi Mary.."

Mary from Renton: "Hi Norm so good to talk to you. Tonight I am going to the game with my son and I will be the one wearing my 10 year-old Joey Cora jersey!" (sounding as if she were the presdient of the Lil' Joey Cora fan club) (p.p.s: note she said that she'll be the one wearing the jersey, as if Norm and the rest of us will recognize her now)

Norm: "Okay..."

Mary from Renton: "I was wondering if you could tell us some funny Joey Cora stories from '95. And to most people you are always going to be 'The Sheriff", but to me you'll always be Norm Norm Charleton from that hillarious Mariner commercial with you guys talking out on the mound. Tell us how you guys came up with those great commercials every year, because we fans LOVE them!" (I can't remember the exact way she said it, it's a little rough, but the way she said was as if she had wrote down the question yesterday only to read it aloud....kinda like when a forth grader asks the governer a very important question)

Norm: Well, I guess the ads had to be kinda funny, or the players wouldn't do them.......



Sandmeyer: We go to Bill in Redmond on line three...

At that moment I would have paid $100 to see the look on that woman's face when she got that ho-hum answer from her Norm Norm! Said the governer, "well that's a big question from a little girl." as he pats her on the head and sends her on her way. Deflated is the word I might use. It was a stupid question that got a stupid responce.

Eric's gone.

No more calling you at work and asking "What are you up to?"

No more getting to the bar and asking Blair if he can take his car home because forgot his ID

No more asking for his beer back that he left in your fridge 2 weeks ago

No more bitching about having to pay an extra dollar in tip when he didn't hardly tip in the first place

No more calling Blair half a dozen times in the afternoon asking/telling Blair to take the boat out

No more refusing to take "no" for an answer when he asks Blair about bringing friends.

No more throwing of mayonaise at Hallock's face

No more bleeding from the head

No more having to hear him try and brag about how he punched Hallock

No more locking his door when he leaves his room to protect his "stuff"

No more alienating all but his closest friends

No more asking you to pick him up when he lives a few blocks away (claiming he has no gas)


Man he was annoying.....I'll really miss him.

So Pat called me today from Madison Square Garden where he is watching the NBA draft. Pretty cool! I don't understand what our fascination is with the NBA draft. I like seeing who the first three picks are and who the Sonics pick, but with all the High Schoolers (glad to never see them again) and european fags, i have no idea who half of these guys are. I'll admit, this year seems to be packed with college players, many of them at least sophomores...Holy shit Nate just got picked by the Suns!!! Good for him, I thought he would get drafted in the second round. Now comes the velcroed football highlights....wait just got traded to the Knicks! i fucking hate the Knicks. DAMMIT! How's that for the hometown boys, three picked in the first round!

Well, forget all that shit i wrote about not understanding the excitment of the draft.

Not that anyone cares Colby and Brian are the only ones who will read this.

P.S. anyone down to getting some tickets for that new Martin Lawrence movie. Just the pill I need to get my basketball offseason fix!

“I’d like to start a religion. That’s where the money is.”
- L. Ron Hubbard to Lloyd Eshbach, in 1949; quoted by Eshbach in OVER MY SHOULDER: REFLECTIONS ON A SCIENCE FICTION ERA, Donald M. Grant Publisher. 198

In the late 1940s, pulp writer L. Ron Hubbard declared, "Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wants to make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own religion." Reader's Digest, May 1980

“Somebody some day will say ‘this is illegal.’ By then be sure the orgs [Scientology organizations] say what is legal or not.”
- L. Ron Hubbard, Hubbard Communications Office Policy Letter, 4 January 1966, “LRH Relationship to Orgs”

"Make sure that lots of bodies move through the shop," implored Hubbard in one of his bulletins to officials. "Make money. Make more money. Make others produce so as to make money . . . However you get them in or why, just do it." Time Magazine May 6, 1991 page 50.Special Report (cover story)Copyright © 1991 Time Magazine


This is some crazy shit...it gives me the willies! Katie is gone. It sounds like once your in the door, you're fucked.

Weird dream last night. Somehow I found myself in the Blair's church's temple, before the 'mass' or whatever was about to happen. I kept trying to find a place where I could spy on the proceedings, but since the hallways were like a maze, I kept getting lost. Finally I found myself in the library, which housed all the previous editions of the book of Mormon, before they were edited. I remember picking up the newest edition of the Book that was about to be released, and laying down to read it on a couch. When I got to the part where Joseph Smith was talking to Superman, I finally said, 'Ok, this is a bunch of shit.' At this time, I heard a door slam, which scared the living shit out of me in the dream, but it turned out to be Bobbo, who had left mass, and was drinking out of one of those Fright Night flasks. He was really pissed that I was there, but admitted to me that he had known Mormonism was fake for years, but was pretending it wasn't so his parents wouldn't hate him. That's when I woke up.

Good weekend with Darkness. we had a good time. Unlike Adam Wright, I didn't charge him for the electricity and water that he used. He also doesn't have to pay me back for the beer he drank.
Been packing up my stuff last night and this morning. I have an amazing amount of shit. many things I have two of, because I forgot I had it, and re-purchased.

The other day I found some Margaritaville sandals. Excellent.
haven't played poker online for a few days.
Just got fitted for a tuxedo. I have to attend a wedding in California the first week of August. which coincides nicely with my moving for law school.

Colby. I called him yesterday.

I was reading Forbes' list of the highest paid celebrities and came across the 20 highest paid athletes in millions (note: the top 20 male athletes are paid higher than any female--Maria Sharapova is the highest at $18.2 million).

1. Tiger $87
2. Schumacher $60
3. De La Hoya $38
4. Vick $37.5
5. Shaq $33.4
6. Jordan $33
7. Beckham $32.5
8. Kobe $28.8
9. Armstrong $28
10. Valentino Rossi $28
11. A-Rod $27.5
12. Mickelson $26.8
13. Agassi $26.2
14. Jeter $25.5
15. Manny Ramirez $24.2
16. Jeff Gordon $23.4
17. WALTER JONES $23.2
18. Ronaldo $23
19. LeBron $22.9
20. MATT HASSLEBECK $22.8

What the hell! Walter Jones and Matt Hasslebeck, the best two Seahawks, if that means anything, are two of the 20 highest paid athletes in the world are relative no names in the world of sports. These guys are Nos. 2 and 3 in the NFL (Grant Wistrom probably is in the top 25 worldwide). What's crazier is the fact that this list includes endorsments, etc. Can you beliveve this? Where's Peyton Manning?

A few surprises,

A) A-Rod has no marketability. If he makes 25 mil a year with his contract and makes an additional 2.5 on top of that for endorsments means no one wants that jackass as their spokesman. Lee Johnson Chevrolet in Kirkland could probably land A-Rod for a commercial or two. A-Rod probably says he makes enough money to pick and choose, but last I saw he was doing a Radio Shack ads with Ving Raimes...not exactly A-List.

B) NBA Rookie contracts are crap. LeBron, probably the most marketable guy in the NBA now, makes almost 4/5ths of all his money in endorsments. Wait till next year when he becomes an unrestricted free agent....kaboom! He'll probably will be one of the top 5 in the world for the next 15 years.

C) Who the hell is Valentino Rossi?

Because of the generosity of a one Jeff Kapp, I'll be in attendance as the Red Sox take on the Cleveland Indians on Wednesday at Fenway. Incidentally, I'll also have just completed my first year of dental school. One down, three to go.

Update: The President likes baseball too!

I ended up stumbling across this little gem while on Gorilla Mask.

Take a look -

Today J-moan and I continued our tradition of shooting way over par. Jason also seems like he needs to keep proving that he'd be outdriven on the LPGA tour, but the thing is, I already know he's a wuss.
This morning I learned something. If you play 36 holes of golf yesterday, then go to bed without showering or brushing your teeth, you wake up smelling pretty bad. Jason wouldn't even let me spoon him.
so far, we have played 130 holes combined, netting four birdies. the number of three-putts, however, is pretty impressive. And I know everyone cares about this.
Tonight, we are planning on doing 'something awesome,' but don't know what that is yet.
I wonder what Hue Weller is up to these days.

hungry? 

For all of you college basketball fanatics:

Joe Lunardi's Bracketology report is up on ESPN for 2006 (complete with Central Connecticut State vs. Alabama A&M in the play-in game). That's not a typo - 2006.

My question is: Who cares?

Fucking Chinese people. 

Well, Jackson Hole Mountain Resort has announced what seems like the unthinkable. They're going to be decommissioning the Tram after Summer of 2006. For any of you that haven't had a chance to ski Rendezvous Bowl or go out of bounds and into the backcountry, next year's ski season is going to be the last chance for at least a few years. After having ridden that thing for 90+ ski days in the winter of '03 - '04, I'll be sad to see it go.

that was my toe, man! 

The 'summer of brian' has gotten off to a good start, although I am not drinking enough. That being said, I wake up thankful every morning that I'm not Colby. Misshapen penises are not my thing (nor is having to squeeze it so it looks larger).
Not that anyone cares, but I shot an 81 today on Quail Valley (http://www.quailvalleygolf.com/course_layout.htm). played the back nine first, at 7 over par. on the front nine, I played 2 over par for an 81. Shit. I played with a guy who started sucking about halfway through. He said, 'I forgot how to hit the ball well.' No, you forgot that you sucked for the first 8 holes, dumbass. You remembered on the 9th tee.
I will now retire to the couch with my bottle of Crown.