NHL offseason
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:44 pm
New thread. if it gets moved or locked, im making another one. 
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:46 pm
lets get it started on the right foot -
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:46 pm
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:56 pm
bomb and i paste it to the NegroFL and NegroBA
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:57 pm
That's a threat. Sancho, we should pack our bags, bra.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:58 pm
sorry bra, but it doesnt bother me like it bothers all of youHunter/Killer wrote:bomb and i paste it to the NegroFL and NegroBA
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:58 pm
already packed. and im already out of the thread. i dont know what yer gonna do.Aeon wrote:That's a threat. Sancho, we should pack our bags, bra.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:59 pm
I'm out.Dirty Sanchez wrote:already packed. and im already out of the thread. i dont know what yer gonna do.Aeon wrote:That's a threat. Sancho, we should pack our bags, bra.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 1:17 pm
Ha, good, both of you, GO.
So, NHL playoffs. If this thread gets locked or deleted and Wayne doesn't make another thread, then I will. So.
So, NHL playoffs. If this thread gets locked or deleted and Wayne doesn't make another thread, then I will. So.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 1:17 pm
likewise. Too bad edmonton is done and the series is just about over.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 1:17 pm
I'm back.CP wrote:Ha, good, both of you, GO.
So, NHL playoffs. If this thread gets locked or deleted and Wayne doesn't make another thread, then I will. So.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 1:18 pm
Aeon wrote:I'm back.CP wrote:Ha, good, both of you, GO.
So, NHL playoffs. If this thread gets locked or deleted and Wayne doesn't make another thread, then I will. So.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 1:19 pm
We'll see. It's not looking good, but never say never. If Edmonton can win this next game, they're right back in it. Lose, and they're complete and absolute toast.axlash wrote:likewise. Too bad edmonton is done and the series is just about over.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:13 pm
Terrell Owens saves the best for last - himself
BY KEVIN SHERRINGTON
The Dallas Morning News
NORTH RICHLAND HILLS, Texas - A kid on the bleachers' front row voices the thoughts of everyone starting this two-day camp.
"Maybe he's gonna come later," he says. "Maybe he's waitin' to surprise us."
He holds it in five seconds, maybe 10.
"Are we gonna see him today?"
Welcome to the Terrell Owens Youth Football Camp on Wednesday.
We've got T.O. shirts. T.O. T-shirts. T.O. caps. We've got coaches in T.O. T-shirts and T.O. caps.
We've got all kinds of T.O. jerseys in one of the two huge Cowboys trailers parked out front.
We've even got T.O. in the camp prayer. Byron Williams, who played for Bill Parcells' Giants in the `80s, prays for God to "bless T.O as he embraces this community" and also for "the love he has for these kids."
The kids have to take it on faith. T.O. may be here in spirit and merchandise, but he's not here in the flesh.
Not this morning, anyway. He's busy with his day job over at Valley Ranch.
This is a difficult concept for kids, especially if they can read the camp notice on The Official Web site of Terrell Owens:
"Youth ages 7-17 will get to learn first hand from Terrell as well as active and retired players the fundamentals and special techniques of the sport. They will learn how to enhance their skills and make new friends."
He could start by showing up. During most of the next eight long hours, sandwiched around lunch and sprinkled with water breaks, 90 kids run and sweat and roll and catch and slug Powerade.
Football practice, in other words.
And that's not why they're here.
"Where's T.O.?" kids ask after lunch.
"When's T.O. gonna be here?"
T.O.'s publicist is here. T.O.'s photographer, too. T.O.'s agent, Drew Rosenhaus, rolls in during lunch. T.O. wants to be here, they say. He's "stressed out" about all his Cowboys commitments.
This is not going over with the campers.
"Man doesn't come to his own camp," Michael says, "that's not right."
Parents grumble, too. Most paid $195 for this. Ugly words like "refund" circulate.
At ten til four, supposedly camp's end, word leaks that he's on his way.
Four-fifteen. Turns out he's getting treatment. "Stressed out," you know.
Four-forty. A silver car approaches. Kids press against the iron fence of the stadium.
"T-Ooooooooohhhhhh."
Caterer. Rats.
Four-fifty-five. Coaches try to distract the kids with T-shirts and a shot of reason.
"T.O., he's just like us," one coach tells them. "He has to play football."
Finally, straight up five, a silver Cadillac Escalade pulls up on the sidewalk. A tall, muscular guy in shades and his cap turned backward gets out.
Bedlam.
T.O. puts his finger to his lips. The cacophony dies. He apologizes for being late and tells them he wants to see what they've done. Then he leads them in the camp chant, only he adds a verse.
"Who you waitin' on?"
"T.O.!"
"Who you waitin' on?"
"T.O.!"
On the field, campers run routes. Big kids on one end of the field and little ones on the other.
A kid in a green cap steps to the line.
"What are you doin' with that Eagles cap?" T.O. asks, and snatches it off his head.
He puts the cap under his arm. Next time the kid comes up, he's wearing one of T.O.'s.
The camp host offers encouragement at first. But the longer it goes, the freer his comments.
"Pump your arms. Y'all looking like robots. Run like you've got some athletic ability."
"You gotta turn your head around. You all right?"
(To a short camper) "We gotta get you off the ground."
Imagine this: T.O. becomes mildly frustrated that QBs can't get the ball to receivers and starts throwing himself.
"Have y'all ever seen a better QB?" he asks.
"Donovan McNabb," says one kid, giggling.
Silence.
A tiny kid, all angles and sharp edges, comes to the line. T.O. bends down and asks his name.
Kid takes off. Runs 20, 30 yards, fast, as if his life depends on it.
"Jacob," T.O. calls after him, "you gotta look back!"
A coach/QB tries to change lines. More bedlam. Coach goes back to his own line.
T.O. cuts loose.
"Man," he hoots after a dropped pass, "I bet if that was a pizza you would have caught it."
Five-forty-five. T.O. looks around. "We about done? How many more we got?"
"Twenty."
"Five more."
The last of the five makes his catch. T.O. calls everyone up. Tells them to remember what they've learned when they come back.
Kids press for autographs. Tomorrow, he tells them. High-fives and smiles for cameras.
No one's complaining anymore. This is what's great about kids. They forgive easily.
T.O. did what he had to do, but he did it well. In just 45 minutes, he's made up for nine hours of sheer anxiety. Even the kid with the McNabb comment is dazzled.
"He shook my hand!"
He did more than that. Football's most dangerous, controversial receiver is now one of them.
A kid with a backpack passes him on the steps.
"See you tomorrow, T.O."
"See ya."
BY KEVIN SHERRINGTON
The Dallas Morning News
NORTH RICHLAND HILLS, Texas - A kid on the bleachers' front row voices the thoughts of everyone starting this two-day camp.
"Maybe he's gonna come later," he says. "Maybe he's waitin' to surprise us."
He holds it in five seconds, maybe 10.
"Are we gonna see him today?"
Welcome to the Terrell Owens Youth Football Camp on Wednesday.
We've got T.O. shirts. T.O. T-shirts. T.O. caps. We've got coaches in T.O. T-shirts and T.O. caps.
We've got all kinds of T.O. jerseys in one of the two huge Cowboys trailers parked out front.
We've even got T.O. in the camp prayer. Byron Williams, who played for Bill Parcells' Giants in the `80s, prays for God to "bless T.O as he embraces this community" and also for "the love he has for these kids."
The kids have to take it on faith. T.O. may be here in spirit and merchandise, but he's not here in the flesh.
Not this morning, anyway. He's busy with his day job over at Valley Ranch.
This is a difficult concept for kids, especially if they can read the camp notice on The Official Web site of Terrell Owens:
"Youth ages 7-17 will get to learn first hand from Terrell as well as active and retired players the fundamentals and special techniques of the sport. They will learn how to enhance their skills and make new friends."
He could start by showing up. During most of the next eight long hours, sandwiched around lunch and sprinkled with water breaks, 90 kids run and sweat and roll and catch and slug Powerade.
Football practice, in other words.
And that's not why they're here.
"Where's T.O.?" kids ask after lunch.
"When's T.O. gonna be here?"
T.O.'s publicist is here. T.O.'s photographer, too. T.O.'s agent, Drew Rosenhaus, rolls in during lunch. T.O. wants to be here, they say. He's "stressed out" about all his Cowboys commitments.
This is not going over with the campers.
"Man doesn't come to his own camp," Michael says, "that's not right."
Parents grumble, too. Most paid $195 for this. Ugly words like "refund" circulate.
At ten til four, supposedly camp's end, word leaks that he's on his way.
Four-fifteen. Turns out he's getting treatment. "Stressed out," you know.
Four-forty. A silver car approaches. Kids press against the iron fence of the stadium.
"T-Ooooooooohhhhhh."
Caterer. Rats.
Four-fifty-five. Coaches try to distract the kids with T-shirts and a shot of reason.
"T.O., he's just like us," one coach tells them. "He has to play football."
Finally, straight up five, a silver Cadillac Escalade pulls up on the sidewalk. A tall, muscular guy in shades and his cap turned backward gets out.
Bedlam.
T.O. puts his finger to his lips. The cacophony dies. He apologizes for being late and tells them he wants to see what they've done. Then he leads them in the camp chant, only he adds a verse.
"Who you waitin' on?"
"T.O.!"
"Who you waitin' on?"
"T.O.!"
On the field, campers run routes. Big kids on one end of the field and little ones on the other.
A kid in a green cap steps to the line.
"What are you doin' with that Eagles cap?" T.O. asks, and snatches it off his head.
He puts the cap under his arm. Next time the kid comes up, he's wearing one of T.O.'s.
The camp host offers encouragement at first. But the longer it goes, the freer his comments.
"Pump your arms. Y'all looking like robots. Run like you've got some athletic ability."
"You gotta turn your head around. You all right?"
(To a short camper) "We gotta get you off the ground."
Imagine this: T.O. becomes mildly frustrated that QBs can't get the ball to receivers and starts throwing himself.
"Have y'all ever seen a better QB?" he asks.
"Donovan McNabb," says one kid, giggling.
Silence.
A tiny kid, all angles and sharp edges, comes to the line. T.O. bends down and asks his name.
Kid takes off. Runs 20, 30 yards, fast, as if his life depends on it.
"Jacob," T.O. calls after him, "you gotta look back!"
A coach/QB tries to change lines. More bedlam. Coach goes back to his own line.
T.O. cuts loose.
"Man," he hoots after a dropped pass, "I bet if that was a pizza you would have caught it."
Five-forty-five. T.O. looks around. "We about done? How many more we got?"
"Twenty."
"Five more."
The last of the five makes his catch. T.O. calls everyone up. Tells them to remember what they've learned when they come back.
Kids press for autographs. Tomorrow, he tells them. High-fives and smiles for cameras.
No one's complaining anymore. This is what's great about kids. They forgive easily.
T.O. did what he had to do, but he did it well. In just 45 minutes, he's made up for nine hours of sheer anxiety. Even the kid with the McNabb comment is dazzled.
"He shook my hand!"
He did more than that. Football's most dangerous, controversial receiver is now one of them.
A kid with a backpack passes him on the steps.
"See you tomorrow, T.O."
"See ya."
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:16 pm
Slash...stop it.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:18 pm
all brown people are fascinated with nigs. It's an interesting phenomenon.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:26 pm
its really too easy to do the 'white people are fascinated with' gameaxlash wrote:all brown people are fascinated with nigs. It's an interesting phenomenon.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:32 pm
I'm fascinated with all people. And also disgusted with all people. And I also want to have little to do with most people. Try to define that!
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:36 pm
you want me.CP wrote:I'm fascinated with all people. And also disgusted with all people. And I also want to have little to do with most people. Try to define that!
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:37 pm
You've got me alllll figured out. 
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:40 pm
The Hockey thread is deleted?Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:41 pm
No, it's stuck in the all-music area, I think, under the title "Gay." Ha ha freakin' HA.Avulsed wrote:
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:44 pm
jussi is playing fucking great, hope he gets a shutout
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:44 pm
pretty good game so far
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:47 pm
How many touchdowns has AI scored?Dirty Sanchez wrote:pretty good game so far
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:49 pm
wow
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:49 pm
huhAeon wrote:How many touchdowns has AI scored?Dirty Sanchez wrote:pretty good game so far
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:49 pm
It was a joke. Play along.Dirty Sanchez wrote:wow
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:50 pm
i was laughin at the gameAeon wrote:It was a joke. Play along.Dirty Sanchez wrote:wow
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:51 pm
You're actually watching it?Dirty Sanchez wrote:i was laughin at the gameAeon wrote:It was a joke. Play along.Dirty Sanchez wrote:wow
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:53 pm
are you a fucking moron? ive been rooting for carolina.Aeon wrote:You're actually watching it?Dirty Sanchez wrote:i was laughin at the gameAeon wrote:It was a joke. Play along.Dirty Sanchez wrote:wow
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:55 pm
No you haven't. Sportcenter has brainwashed you. What the fuck is your problem?Dirty Sanchez wrote:are you a fucking moron? ive been rooting for carolina.Aeon wrote:You're actually watching it?Dirty Sanchez wrote:i was laughin at the gameAeon wrote:It was a joke. Play along.Dirty Sanchez wrote:wow
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:56 pm
i havent been pointing enough. my bad.
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:27 pm
this is a great game.
You all realize, of course, that the key to carolina's success is Cory Stillman. He's with the Bolts, they win the cup. He's with the Canes, they'll win the cup. When he gets traded to the Blues, or the Pens, they'll win the cup also. Write this down.
You all realize, of course, that the key to carolina's success is Cory Stillman. He's with the Bolts, they win the cup. He's with the Canes, they'll win the cup. When he gets traded to the Blues, or the Pens, they'll win the cup also. Write this down.
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:31 pm
qtf, i missed the canes goal cause i was watchin the end of 'runaway jury'
who scored?!?!
who scored?!?!
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:39 pm
brindamour i believeDirty Sanchez wrote:qtf, i missed the canes goal cause i was watchin the end of 'runaway jury'
who scored?!?!
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:39 pm
OH SNAP!
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:39 pm
SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:40 pm
OOOOOOOOOOORE!!!!!
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:40 pm
fuckin hell 