So, I’m not really sure where I fit into the whole scheme of things around here.  Chris has his douchebaggery, A-Team has his statistics to make sweet sweet animal love to, and Ruckus has the common sense.  I’m part Kenny Mayne, part George Carlin, and part Screamin’ A (only the cheese doodle part).  Whatever seems to be on my mind, I’ll be posting it in Reader’s Digest fashion.  Short enough to not bore you all to death, but long enough to match the size of my… never mind.  (insert penis size joke here)

I figured before I hit the uncertain “real world” that lies ahead of me post-graduation (a lot of good these two Sport Management and Communication degrees will do me), I’d have a few yuks with a couple of e-friends from the Phillies forum world.  We’ve never met in real life (outside of Ruckus and I attending our first Phillies game on the SAME DAY – July 5th, 1995, Phillies v. Padres), so thankfully I don’t have to send these clowns Christmas cards.

So here it is… one more thing that my girlfriend will officially hate me for.  Add it to the growing list of things including my unmanly 2004 Honda Civic that has LED lights under the seats, quoting movies, baseball sim leagues, farting, and man-boobs.  I’m working on that last part.  Don’t want to look like Todd Coffey and his DD’s.

Tits

And finally:  Mets suck.  That is all.

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