forgot to bog it in the appropriate entry... my third favorite thing of the browns-jets game:
me [to the nice people in front of us who'd retrieved a glove and a lens cap for me because yes i'm that clumsy]: i'm sorry! thank you so much. guy in front of me [joking]: what's wrong with you? you're throwing stuff everywhere! me: i'm not used to the browns doing anything right, i guess i'm so excited i don't know what to do with myself. kid in front of me: so where are you from? where do you go to college? me: college? kid: yeah. me: i'm 28. kid: really?! me: i'm an old woman! kid: it sounds so sophisticated when you say it! [grinning] old woman.
Corrupt in conception, inept in execution, this is in general a vile report. What decency there is in it comes from, of all people, Andy Pettitte. The ostentatiously religious Pettitte, who deserves and will receive a rousing ovation the next time he takes the mound at Yankee Stadium, will be scorned by many as a hypocrite, but according to the second-hand accounting of this report, he decided to use HGH because he thought it would "speed his recovery and help his team." And what could be nobler than that? [tim marchman]
what a sad, sordid mess. it cost what, 20 million dollars to produce a billion pages worth of something that generally reads like a bizarro world page 6 (the brian roberts section? give me a fucking break)? on the dl probably has more trustworthy and varied sources. and now what? am i supposed to believe that this is really anymore than a lot of "HEY LOOK AT MLB WE CARE!"? please.
me: also i guess my wondering about what made scott schoeoeneweis suddenly become ugly can stop? add "steroids: they ruin your looks" to the list of why not to do them alex: Doesn't he only have one testicle? Poor guy, putting the other one on the line *~for the sake of his team~*.
because hating the yankees is more important than supporting your football team
so sunday i attended my first nfl game since 1992, and except for initially being convinced i was gonna be killed and eaten by certain nearby jets crazies, it was a pretty funtastic experience. by the time jamal lewis made that final ridonkulous run, i was so delirious with hypothermia i was shrieking and hopping and clapping "go baby go go go!" and now i'm a little afraid i'm officially irrevocably emotionally invested in yet another sports team. oh, right, i guess i could get to the point of my post title sometime today... after it was all over, most of the people i saw filtering out of the stadium were elated browns fans, arfing and barking and all that dawg poundy shit. even i got a couple giddy grins and woofs and fistbumps (pleasantly startling -- i kept forgetting i had a jersey peeking out of my ginormous coat). of course, there always has to be a douchebag: as i stood near one of the escalators waiting to hook up with my family, a group of browns fans filtered past and i noticed one of them looking at me like he had something to say. i looked over, clearly all wtf, and he goes (in the most peevishly queeny tone ever, AND as he's still moving in the other direction, i might add) "[nodding derisively at my woolly yankees hat] a browns fan AND a yankees fan? [pause pregnant with bitchiness] that's a contradiction." excuse me? the football team we both like just won and is possibly maybe poised to grab a wild card spot and all this asshole could do was pick on my baseball team? may his tiny penis be devoured by a swarm of starving midges as he sleeps.