18-1 / Copywrite This, Bitch!

Where the heck do I begin? If you are not a Giant fan, I imagine you still went through that game, saying to yourself - "this is the greatest thing I have ever seen!" If you are a Giant fan, I imagine you woke up today, without a voice, and your cheeks hurting like hell. This game had so much content, so many unbelievable plays, so much suspense, that I feel bad for whoever has to follow this one up.



And how about Plaxico being the smartest guy in the NFL? He said the Pats would only score 17, and everybody laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more. Especially Tommy boy, who found Plaxico's guarantee and prediction extremely humorous. Turned out Plax was being generous - as the Patsies only scored 14.



And, how great do you feel for this guy? All the bullshit this guy has endured in the NY market and also in the national scene. I don't care who you are, seeing Peyton cheer for his little brother, as he was en route to the biggest derailing in football history, got you automatically emotionally involved. There were so so many inspirational moments in this game, and there was just so much at stake. I can't believe a football game has moved me as this one has, but it was an experience that I will never forget. And for those of you who remember, I had a little poll set up back in the early fall, asking which team would hand the Pats their first loss. There were only 2 of us who voted for the Giants - Kristen, good lookin out!

As for me, the winning feeling will continue for a long while. Especially because I am really looking forward to seeing Giselle run down 5th Ave buck ass naked. She decided to open her mouth, on record, and said that if her Tommy boy didn't win the Superbowl, she would run naked through the streets of NY. I hope it is damn cold in Manhattan this week!!



The Giants brought back the age-old premise that Defense Wins Championships. End of Story! They proved that tenacity, committment, and rugged pursuit, will beat out flash and expectations any friggin day of the week. I am damn proud of this team, and I am damn proud to be a fan of the NY Football Giants. The vision of Michael Strahan flexing over a knocked-down and demoralized Brady, says it all. Like they did to Tony Romo earlier in the playoffs, the Giant's D-Line completely mind f-ed Tom Brady, and the entire offensive gameplan. NE, have fun with your 18 and 1 record - it means pure shit at this point. You will be remembered for nothing.

Job well done Big Blue...

Bill Clinton Disgraces Martin Luther King Jr.

Just when you think this guy could not be a bigger piece of crap, he reminds you that he always has room to grow. All you ever hear about is how the Democratic party is the party of the black man, and how the Clintons are always looking for ways to show support for black people. What a crock of shit. Barack Obama is going to have a friggin field day with this clip, and he has every right to make an example of this performance.

Now believe you me, I get incredibly tired after sex as well, so I understand his desire to nod off and recharge his batteries. But of all the times to not be able to keep his cigar in his pants...

Giants Are Going To The Superbowl!

Now believe me, no one in the world has been harder on this guy throughout his time with the New York Giants. And I mean no one. You have all seen it. The dopey expression on his face after screwing up, like he was trying to figure out if he remembered to take a pre-game dump. You would think the guy could give two shits whether he was playing in the NFL, or putting together legos. Either or, and he'd have the same happy look on his face.

But, then came the game against the Patriots, the last game of the regular season. I watched that semi-retarded bastard grow up right before my eyes. As soon as I watched this, I knew the Giants would be legit contenders for the Superbowl. As soon as the schedule was set, I called my buddy, and said they will get this done. No way they lose to Tampa Bay, no way they lose to that homosexual Romo three times in a season, and no way old man can be effective against the greatest D-line in football.

What an unbelievable game last night. Ups and downs, score changes, turnovers. Everything you want in a championship game. And, without a doubt, the kicker, Tynes, is the luckiest bastard in the world right now. Let's be honest, if that dipshit would have missed for a 3rd time, I'm thinking some fat Guinea bastard from northern Jersey busts a cap square in his face. Football and salami heros. Two things in life that when lost will bring an Italian to violence.

End of an Era

Today, I lost my grandfather. Though his life had been dragging along for some time now, the ending happened all too quickly. An email from my father saying he had been taken to the hospital for an infection. Less than an hour later, a phone call, letting me know he had moved on from this world. As I sat there on the phone with my father, my grief became more for him than anything else. My grandfather had gotten his wish, he would now be with his wife that had left him some years earlier. His passing had become his only goal. But my father had always been the one trying to get my grandfather engaged in his own life once again. He wanted to see his father strong and full of life, not helpless and uninspired in a cold nursing home bed. As I was given the details of the events leading up to the passing, I kept trying to ask my father if he would be ok. Such simple words, but incredibly difficult for me to get out. Impossible for me to get out. I did not want any silence on the phone, I did not want a turn to speak. On one hand, I wanted to be strong for my father, didn't want him to know how I was breaking apart on the inside. But on the other, I just could not handle him telling me the truth. Plain and simple, my father is my hero. Always has been, always will be. And when he shows hurt and vulnerability, it cuts deeper than any knife. His voice grew shakier as he explained how he would be bringing the ashes back up to New York, to be laid atop those of my grandmother, and I fought back the tears with every ounce of strength I had. Just as I feared, the conversation was quiet now. I took a few deep breaths, and I thought of the right words to say. I thought about what his hero would have said to him. And then, with my eyes squeezed tightly, I asked him those very simple words, "are you going to be ok?" He said he would, but I knew the answer long before I struggled to get out the words. The conversation needed to end, my heart was breaking, and my strength was near its end. I told him that I loved him, closed the call, and allowed myself to stop being strong. Rest well PopPop, and tell Nana I love her...

Hillary Done????

Give this article on Drudge a looksy.

Seems the crying candidate may be packing it in early. Seems fitting - not enough balls to get rid of her POS husband, not enough balls to finish the race. The story cites that Clinton may have exhausted all of her campaign funds...wtf? How is that possible?

http://www.drudgereport.com/flashhn.htm

WTF of the Week

So, I go home for the holidays, and all I hear about is this Goddam game called Apples to Apples. Now, the last thing I want to do is give this game, or this company, any sort of free advertising. However, I feel compelled to get this message out to my public, in fear that some of you may encounter similar situations. My mother could not stop raving about this game. Then I had to hear it from my Aunt. Then I had to hear it over Christmas dinner from another friend of he family. So, of course, after this game getting completely emblazoned into my mind - the first thing I did when I returned - I bought the game. Now, my wife and I are major major major game players. Our competitiveness is clearly our curse, as we have both lost countless friends due to heated exchanges over board games. Pathetic, I know, but the truth none the less. Just dying to break out this game, we set up a gamenight, and told our friends coming it would just be the greatest friggin experience in their lives. We went on and on, about our family members going on and on about this game. I could not wait. All of a sudden I was 6 years old again, and just saw that Santa Claus ate his friggin cookie. Seriously, my level of excitement to break this puppy out was completely off the charts.

The moment arrived, the doorbell rang, and I could not wait to get this shit started. I cut all that small talk bs out, and lead everyone to our dining room table. Cracked open the game, and dug in for the directions. The directions turned out to be about one paragraph long, and already the letters WTF began circling in my head. One person is the judge for the round...people select a card that they believe corresponds to the judges card...judge select card they like best to correspond...game over. Shoot me in the face. Clearly we were missing something, like I chose the wrong version of the game or something. We played a few rounds, it still sucked, and I proceeded to collect my guest's game cards, placed everything back in the box, and walked outside to my trash cans. I threw the gamebox so goddam hard into the trash can that the green and read cards came flying back out at me - like one last FU in my face. My mother was lucky for the time difference, cuz I wanted to give her a phone call as well. Bottom line, that game was the biggest piece of shit I have ever come across, and I hope this post will save some of you from the hype and propaganda.

Father Kills Daughter Over Traditional Garb

Yeah, let's just talk it out. Go get 'em Jimmy Carter, Al Gore, Sean Penn, and any other left-wing jack ass out there. Here, you have a father murder is own daughter because she wanted to look like the other kids, her friends, at school. His daughter wanted to dress differently from their traditional garb, and he f-ing killed her. Dead. I'm sure he is actually, a very rational man underneath it all. And, I am also sure that if you were able to sit down with some of his countrymen, Jimmy et al, you could cure all the problems of the middle east. These guys are just dying to talk it out, and then hug it out...

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=071211175557.p3d3kaah&show_article=1