Random Quotes I Came Across Today
My friend Tom sent me this one:
Dolphins LB Channing Crowder, who appears likely to start in the middle Sunday against the Giants with Zach Thomas ailing, says he didn’t know until Tuesday that people in London speak English.
“I couldn’t find London on a map if they didn’t have the names of the countries,” he said. “I swear to God. I don’t know what nothing is. I know Italy looks like a boot. I know London Fletcher. We did a football camp together. So I know him. That’s the closest thing I know to London. He’s black, so I’m sure he’s not from London. I’m sure that’s a coincidental name.”
I was looking up something on former Major League Baseball Player Lenny Dykstra and found this nugget:
I was in Scores about four years ago and Dykstra was in there late on a Friday night. He must have been hitting the Bud pretty hard, because he was trying to demonstrate to these girls how to stand your ground on a fastball up and in. One of the dancers was swinging a long, narrow cardboard tube (like for wrapping paper) while a fetching young blond hurler delivered a paper napkin to a make believe plate. Dykstra’s girl immediately bailed out and took a half swing at the ball. Dykstra came out of his chair knocking drinks everywhere and got right in this horrified girl’s face. “Never back off the plate! Take the shot!” he screamed. The bouncers arrived at the commotion and everything was fine, but as I witnessed this I knew deep down Lenny was serious. 100% baseball, all out, all the time, that was Lenny. Jesus, he was something. We should have never gotten rid of that guy.
And one final thing, what would Pointlessbanter.net look like if it had a social networking component to it?
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Hmmm… could that be a hint at something coming up?
I have to give Channing some credit for admitting his ignorance, even if it was done in such a way as to make me cringe all the more at greater untapped levels of stupid. The thought that there are no black people in London *fail*.
And I think we’ve all known people like Lenny Dykstra, only the ones I’ve managed to get cornered by all had PhDs in some esoteric field that would put an insomniac jacked on IV-fed coffee to sleep.
I don’t know man, i think maybe social networking might be something akin to selling out.
It goes from “my favorite blog that moved from MySpace” to “my favorite blog that tries to be myspace”?
Meh, just not too sure.
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Oh there is more to it though, I can’t really say anything yet. But it is pretty damn cool.
Admit it, you just want a bank of pictures to see if any of us are date material for another installment on your ongoing series. I think you forget how truly heinous some of us look.