Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Its that time of year again folks...time to fill out those brackets and become the toast of the town at your workplace. That's right people....its NCAA Tournament Time... Yeeeehaaaa!!! An event so great that an entire nation will have two web pages opened up on their office desktops for 2 weeks straight...one for those TPS reports, and the other for the Utah State/Texas A&M game. March has been an incredible month in my life for the past 17 years as my first bracket I ever made won my fathers office pool (Thanks Chris Weber). There's no feeling quite like winning an NCAA office pool, especially when you're ten and things like taking a dump are a daily adventure. Every year since the 1993 tournament I have chosen Syracuse to go to the final four, and this year is no different (I have them winning). This strategy, which often leaves me out of the money, payed dividends only one time since than, as the 4 seeded Orange got to the Finals after beating Georgia in an insta-classic. But this isn't about Syracuse people. This is about grown men and women duking it out with some sniveling 9 year old kid who picks winners based on which mascot he thinks is the cutest. The tournament is about pride people. Its about who knows their shit, and who just listens to Dicky V. What's the point of this post, I have no idea, but I know one thing....Ole Boy is gonna make one hell of a run in his office pool in 2010...
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Well I don't quite even know where to start with what has transpired over the past several days... I guess we should start off with Saturday morning and good Ole' Saint Patty's Day Parade in Hoboken (Which will be changing its name next year to "The Belligerent, Parliament Smoking, Twenty Something Hammer Fest"). That's right, St. Patty's Day was an absolute shit show as White Men ages 24-35 did their best Artie Lange impressions in order to make out with 21 year old chicks who might have had a few too many Schlitz's. I'm not gonna really go into the details of the Hoboken festivities, but in a nut shell, by 3:00PM it looked as if there was a "Dawn of the Dead" sequel being filmed between Bloomfield and Washington (God only knows what would have happened if Gronske had attended the festivities). The highlight for me of course was seeing some schmuck wearing a "Kiss me I'm Jewish" shirt. I immediately walked up to him and gave him a handjob for his heroism. I guess you can call this entire the week "The Week of the Irish," cause this Sunday marks the 207th annual West Orange St. Patty's/homecoming/reunion/god she got ugly...Day. Just in case you didn't eat enough green bagels, now's your chance to once again "Get Your Irish On" and possibly share a pint or two with your favorite West Orange police officer. I myself am praying for a rainout, only cause I live with my parents and I don't feel like answering a dozen questions about why I smell like cigerrettes and "Dillons" Corned beef and cabbage. I can honestly say I'm looking forward to a local weekend cause Hoboken Saturday Nights are getting a little too wacked out for my liking (who am I kidding, I'm nothing without the Bokes). Please check back for updates on what should be a wet and wild weekend filled with poorly aging local broads and maybe a fight here and there.