SoullessMonster
SoullessMonster
SoullessMonster

Game 6 never gets old. I still cheer that rally like it’s happening live. I read a great line somewhere - that watching Buckner lumber around in the pregame is like watching film of the Titanic launch.

The floor in the urinal area at a sporting event is covered in pee and dirt. You’re letting your pants marinate in that, and then picking them up and putting them back on? You presumably ride home in your car, maybe sit on your sofa when you get home.

I lived in a house with 9 guys and one bathroom last two years of college. Because of logistics it was forbidden to lock the door, and you got used to laying cable with an audience real quickly. (Or you adjusted your schedule so you could use school toilets.) On a Friday evening you’d have one guy showering, one guy

Yeah, it’s the outnumbered-20-to-one Mets fans starting those fights.

“I’m well aware that pretty much all the teams in my town are dumpster fires right now.”

“Best you can hope for is a strong support group to care for them and find appropriate help when they have psychotic episodes.”

Trader Joe’s makes this coffee and garlic bbq rub, which I highly recommend.

Sometimes we get too busy/lazy/exasperated to deal with dinner and order the meh pizza from the guy a few blocks away. I am intrigued by this discussion and next time will apply grape jelly to a slice just to see what happens.

One of my college buddies came home with me for a weekend. Saturday night we’re having sausage and peppers, and he asks for mayonnaise. My mom said “Why, you’re not having sausage and peppers?” and he said “No, I always put it on sausage” and proceeded to slather about 1/3 of a jar of Hellman’s on the Italian bread

I grew up and still live in NYC. We always called the beach near my house “the beach”. Ditto for anywhere else on earth: Long Island, Florida, California, the Caribbean. But for some reason everyone always calls all the Jersey beach towns (LBI, Manasquan (ugh), Belmar, etc) “The shore”. No idea why.

This was their first year, summer of ‘92, in their old location not near Beach Haven. It was a little shack, and it was BYOB. Which we did for this expedition. Not sure if that helped.

They had pictures up of us on the wall for years, even after they moved to the current location. I was immortalized - shirtless, face and chest smeared with sauce, early-90s mullet soaked with sweat in wild disarray, standing up and screaming at the cameraman. Good times. Except for explosive diarrhea.

Anyone old enough to remember Beefsteak Charlie’s and their All-you-can-eat shrimp and rib (or chicken) dinners? With the unlimited beer, wine and sangria? Went with my family when I was 18. They were half-racks of ribs. When the waitress brought me #2 I told her “Y’know what, just keep ‘em coming.” My family stared

We went on a vacation to Virginia with another family, my daughter’s classmate and his sister and parents. We had hung out with them a couple of times and got along well enough that I felt comfortable just being me.

Near the LBI shore house we rented one summer there was a wing joint (Still there - The Chicken or the Egg) that had enormous wings. They had one of those challenge deals where if you eat 15 of their Nuclear wings in 15 minutes you got a free t-shirt, so one weekend (not coincidentally, the weekend my fiance was away

Sadly, it is all too common among grown men. Like you I am inclined to give kids a pass, and ultimately it’s nice anyone is there.

There’s gotta be a middle ground between crazy church-lady hats, suits and finery, and the guy in gym shorts, a tank top and flip flops.

The Galaxie is a tremendously underpriced car. Some of them are gorgeous (like ‘64 and my ‘66). Ford built scads of them and they share drivetrains with Mustangs, so you are NEVER gonna run out of parts. They cost next to nothing compared to the same-era GTOs, Chevelles and such, and you will be the only guy with one

Might I add: gentlemen, leave the damn flip-flops and slippers at home. No one wants to see your hairy disgusting feet ANYWHERE, let alone in Church.

The last time I shopped at BB for anything other than CDs (shut up, I am old), I asked the kid some questions about the device we were considering and he bent down and started reading the damn card out loud to me. Thanks, Jeremy, I never would have thought to look at that.