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Post by Ms. Jericho on Jul 31, 2007 9:30:27 GMT -5
Dude, don't cry on the train again or I am so taking away your mp3 player.
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Post by Jason Giambi on Jul 31, 2007 9:37:36 GMT -5
lol
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Post by $heriff Tom on Jul 31, 2007 12:40:57 GMT -5
Actually, I think I wa crying cause I remembered its the last day of the month and I am going to get stuck here crazy late.
Here's another one. So, one of the players bouncing back to Minny in the Mets trade for Castillo was catcher Drew Butera, son of Sal. I have an oddball connection to Sal. He went to Suffolk Community College's Selden campus for a short spurt, and when I was sports editor over there in 87 (holy crap!) I got the bright idea to interview him for the paper. I mean, the Twins were in the World Series at the time!
So I make a few calls, and somehow I end up with the "phone number to a phone in the clubhouse in Minnesota." I was told, on my life, not to screw around with the number. The Twins PR people actually set a time for me to call, where Butera would be available to talk to me. So at the designated time I put down my beer and ring the clubhouse of the Twins, who have a World Series game like 4 hours later.
Some guy answers and I ask for Butera, and he snarls, "what do you want with him" - and I was like, "Well, I am supposed to interview him for my school paper." This was like, very odd. The guy was like, hold on. I wait a minute or so, and here comes Sal Butera on the phone.
And we chitter chatter for like 20 minutes. He was as nice as can be. I am a dope, I never did anything with the number. I should have called to congratulate them along the way.
I was pretty cool in school. Another interview I had set up was with shuttle Astronaut Robert "Hoot" Gibson, another alum.
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Post by $heriff Tom on Aug 2, 2007 9:12:55 GMT -5
So I just took a ramble into the sales pit in the back and just about tripped over this gigantic black reclining chair....a massage chair! One of the reps bought it through some contest/coupon thing he won through here, and installed it in the office rather than his cramped NYC apartment. So I just made a 10 minute stop.
My whole body is still quaking. That was somethin' else.
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Post by Ms. Jericho on Aug 3, 2007 16:46:19 GMT -5
He's cheating on me with the office "massage chair."
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Post by 9 on Aug 3, 2007 17:51:32 GMT -5
But it was only a 10-minute stop.
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Post by baldvinny on Aug 6, 2007 9:02:18 GMT -5
here is a random tale (and im only posting the "tale" to post the pic) back in 2003, a bunch of us roadtripped to baltimore (from the looks of all the pics, it was a huge trip). anyway, i was in larry's truck with he, dan and steve. i remember we left real early, but we hit a ton of traffic on I-95 heading south. this is the reason why: that dude was PISSED!
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Post by IronHorse4 on Aug 6, 2007 9:40:41 GMT -5
I don't blame him. I've had more than one horrible haircut in my time, and I tell you it just ruins my day.
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Post by Bad Mouth Larry on Aug 6, 2007 9:40:49 GMT -5
man......i was searching for a laugh this morning, and got it! thanks to tj. man, that story about the video game fire cracked me the fuck up. thats some funny shit.
and i got another laugh from vinny with that pic. i saw the pic and was like, wait a second. how come i recognize this scene. lol. that was a weird trip to balt.
my random tale? i sneezed really hard on saturday morning. sneezed so hard a little poo came out.
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Post by Jason Giambi on Aug 6, 2007 10:13:00 GMT -5
lol, that's a hard fucking sneeze
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Post by MSBNYY on Aug 6, 2007 10:15:26 GMT -5
Just reread some stuff here. I liked that Butera story. You really should have kept that phone number. If would be funny as hell if it still worked. The prank calls would be hysterical.
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Post by Ms. Jericho on Aug 7, 2007 15:18:21 GMT -5
Okay so I'm very impatient and I have a pretty bad temper and usually I can't go anywhere without somebody pissing me off. Case in point, simply walking out of a lobby this weekend I somehow managed to end up behind a rather large Middle Eastern family moving at a snail's pace. This prompted me to throw my hand up in the air and bang it down on my hip while giving a sigh of disgust and a major eye roll. I was spotted by a member of this mob who replied to me, "Sorry, very slow family." I said (in pissed-off voice) "Yeah, that's okay." And when I saw my chance I made a break for it and sprinted around them.
But how much trouble can I get in taking my kid to the movies?
Well today we are sitting there, only one's in the theater, and some ten year old girl WITH A BOOSTER seat and her grandma come and sit right in front of us. The grandma, trying to show some common sense, tells the girl to sit in front of Emma so that Emma can still see. WELL SHE CAN'T SEE YOU MORON. SHE'S FOUR AND TOLD ME SHE IS TOO MUCH OF A BIG GIRL TO REQUIRE A BOOSTER SEAT WHILE YOUR FIFTH GRADER IS PERCHED ATOP ONE!!!!
Normally when someone sits right in front of me I "accidentally" kick them in the shoulders a few times and they disperse. Can't do that to kids and old ladies however. I managed to get my point across somehow and they move TO DIRECTLY BEHIND ME.
Then when they got up some other idiots went to sit in front of me and I got my point across and they moved. These idiots by the way, were another grandmother and child combo this time a boy of about eight who was accompanied by a STROLLER!!
Upon moving up one row the grandmother was screaming "PAULIE IS THIS TOO CLOSE?? IS THIS TOO CLOSE??" I had to bite my tongue to keep from shouting "NO!! BUT YOU'RE TOO LOUD!!" I got my revenge however when she moved to the row in front of the one directly in front of me and when Granny went to sit down the chair leaned back all the way. She tried to grab hold of the aforementioned stroller to break her fall; down they both went. It was awesome. I managed to not burst out laughing, but man was that funny.
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Post by 9 on Aug 7, 2007 15:42:14 GMT -5
You're a better person than I am. I'd have howled.
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Post by Ms. Jericho on Aug 7, 2007 15:43:44 GMT -5
Had the kid with me, setting an example, blah, blah, blah.
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Post by $heriff Tom on Oct 3, 2007 9:28:35 GMT -5
So when I was in the later years of my elementary school career we had this exercise that lasted a couple of weeks, where were broken down into groups simulating the old Peasant/Master/King format. We were supposed to build functioning society or something.
I was a peasant. I was given a small amount of currency and expected to live as such. There was this whole convuluted method of buying food and livestock and paying my taxes and what not with this currency. Meanwhile the Lords had all this money and crap and my life in school was supposed to be difficult during this time, with the rest of the peasants. After a set amount of time, we would be checked to see how profitable we were able to run our little spats of land.
Well, it took me all of a minute to figure out that my currency was simply run off on a photocopier. It took me all of a minute after I got out of school to figure out my next move, which was to get to a copy machine and run off heaps of this currency.
Make a long story short, I was a peasant who had more currency than some of the Lords. I even shared some with friends. My one mistake was handing over all of my currency at the end of the exercise, instead of showing enough of a profit that would make sense. When I handed over my ridiculous amount of currency I was basically nailed as a fraud. The fact that just about every other peasant had more currency than was out there also knocked the wheels off that applecart.
Turns out not only was I a fraud, I quadrupled the amount of currency in the entire feifdom. I got a little too busy at that photocopier. Basically, I killed the whole exercise and ruined something that we spent over 3 hours a day of class-time for 2 weeks on.
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Post by 9 on Oct 3, 2007 12:12:54 GMT -5
I see you learned the lesson of insider trading: Make about $10,000, and you won't be noticed. Make $1,500,000, and here comes the SEC. (Not that I know about any of this personally, but just sayin.)
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Post by crazilyz on Oct 3, 2007 20:57:21 GMT -5
I see you learned the lesson of insider trading: Make about $10,000, and you won't be noticed. Make $1,500,000, and here comes the SEC. (Not that I know about any of this personally, but just sayin.) Wasn't that covered on "Wall Street?"
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Post by Jason Giambi on Oct 3, 2007 21:41:49 GMT -5
I see you learned the lesson of insider trading: Make about $10,000, and you won't be noticed. Make $1,500,000, and here comes the SEC. (Not that I know about any of this personally, but just sayin.) what does college football have to do with this?
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Post by $heriff Tom on Oct 5, 2007 13:29:01 GMT -5
When I was in high school, the hallways were peppered with banks of phone booths. Stupidly, the phones allowed incoming calls, and had the number of each phone on a sticker on the handle. So what I would do, as if I was not annoying enough and dreaming up enough capers already, was to use the phones to "ask for directions."
What I would do is go by the office by the front entrance, and call the phone that was by the gym on the other side of the school. After a heap of rings, cause a lot of times people in between classes would ignore the ringing phone, someone would invariably pick up. I would then act ignorant, like I was new to the school or something. I would say I was given that number by someone in the office, and I needed directions to the gym by that phone.
And damned if 4 times out of 5 the idiot on the other line would start giving me directions. They would go, "look to the left, do you see the nurses office? Yeah? Well, head that way...then there is a split, you can go one of two directions, make the left..."
And this would go on, and of course I would read back the directions, and of course I would have them wrong...
Every once in a while I would call the phones when I was home sick to laugh at whoever answered for being in school.
One other memory I have of those phones is one December where all kinds of Yankee trade rumors were imminent, pulling out a quarter and calling SPORTSPHONE every couple of hours to get the skinny.
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Post by $heriff Tom on Nov 26, 2007 9:47:30 GMT -5
So the other night we are driving by a cemetary off of Old Country road, and Emma asks, "does the cemetary ever close?"
So Dana mentions, yes, it closes at night.
So Emma ponders this for a minute, then asks, "but what if someone dies at night?"
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Post by MSBNYY on Nov 26, 2007 9:52:08 GMT -5
You should tell her that it's a very exclusive cemetary. People are just dying to get in there.
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Post by massyanksfan on Nov 26, 2007 14:07:43 GMT -5
I work with a guy who just turned 21. It's basically his first job out of college. Kind of immature. Anyway, we usually get lunch as a group on Mondays, as there are a total of 8 employees at my company. We are walking through downtown, and there is a homeless guy begging for change. I usually ignore the type, but it was raining, and I felt bad for him. As we pass, and I begin to get some $$ from my pocket, he asks the kid if he can spare some change. Without a thought, he replies like Jim Carey in 'Liar, Liar' "Yes, and keeps on walking. Needless to say the guy ended up with $20 from me before he could pummel jr.
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Post by $heriff Tom on Nov 26, 2007 14:13:17 GMT -5
$20? Hey big spender! Shoot some of that graciousness my way! One time a bunch of us Creatures were traipsing through the city, under the influence. I was five sheets to the wind. While the rest of the crew huddled on a corner plotting the next move, I sprawled out on the sidewalk and promptly went to sleep. The others turned to see people dropping change on and around me.
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Post by massyanksfan on Nov 26, 2007 14:50:08 GMT -5
It was either $20 or $2. I didn't want to see the kid get his ass kicked, so I dropped the Jackson on him.
Tom your story reminds me of an Old Timers day where I saw you passed out by the garage door to the old bullpen. I think that you were sober the next day.
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Post by $heriff Tom on Nov 26, 2007 14:57:46 GMT -5
Someone must have slipped me a mickey.
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Post by Bad Mouth Larry on Nov 26, 2007 15:07:17 GMT -5
SPORTSPHONE!!!! bahahahaha. i remember calling those numbers for college football updates when i used to gamble.
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Post by 9 on Nov 26, 2007 15:36:11 GMT -5
976-1313!
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Post by elliejay21 on Nov 26, 2007 23:45:12 GMT -5
$20 can buy a "homeless" dude a pack of cigarettes, a 40 AND some crack!!! Whoo hoo!!! FYI, panhandling/begging is an alternative method to hooking/hustling/stealing/dealing to get cash for AToDs & the guy is not necessarily homeless... if the dude was not feeding an addiction, he'd have been hooking it up at a local soup kitchen or church to get lunch at lunchtime, out of the rain. One time a bunch of us Creatures were traipsing through the city, under the influence. I was five sheets to the wind. While the rest of the crew huddled on a corner plotting the next move, I sprawled out on the sidewalk and promptly went to sleep. The others turned to see people dropping change on and around me. ONE TIME??? I can remember witnessing this more than once outside the Hatch...
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Post by massyanksfan on Nov 27, 2007 11:28:22 GMT -5
True. The guy was begging in the rain which is shitty to begin with. I know that he was most likely going to drink, smoke or shoot the cash. If that was his hustle then so be it. Did I get taken? Sure, and I knew it going in. It's his choice to use drugs or drink. Most of us do one or the other. The difference is that we work different jobs to partake. This guy was on top of his game, and I respected that. Bottom line is that I increased my offering to possibly prevent a coworker, all be it an immature one, from getting his teeth handed to him.
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Post by Ms. Jericho on Dec 11, 2007 16:38:05 GMT -5
We were finishing up our Christmas shopping over the weekend and spotted a tannish Trail Blazer in the parking lot of Kohl's in Levittown that had a Rick Springfield bumper sticker on the back which Tom pointed out with a chuckle.
Monday I was purchasing some gift wrap, gift tags, and stocking stuffers at Target and there in the parking lot was the same Trail Blazer with a Rick Springfield bumper sticker. It aslo had a Mickey Mouse shaped trailer hitch and two Mets logo window stickies. (One of which was bright yellow??)
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