D-Bags Season 1 Comes To Abrupt End.

Well season 1 has come and gone for our beloved D-Bags. Despite my stellar pitching efforts we just couldn't get it done against those pesky White Out folk. Oh well, better luck next season. At least we did manage a win against the Gulf Coast Scrappers in the play-in game. So we have that to build on. With the right free agent acquisitions maybe we can win 3 games next season. The addition of a once hobbled Mike Pernecky should be of negligible help. Only time will tell.

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What is that thing I keep finding at the bottom of bottles lately? Oh yeah, solace. That's what it is.

Bulls

Two more wins away from one of the greatest comebacks in sports history. Go Bulls!

Audioslave

So I heard from a friend here at work that Rage Against the Machine reunited for one show at the Coachella Valley Music Festival in California last month. Then I noticed on MSN that Chris Cornell has been performing solo again. It caused me to wonder "is Audislave going to break up?" I checked on Wikipedia. They broke up on February 15th. WTF!! Rage better at least get back together if Audioslave is no more. I hate rock musicians. They're a bunch of whiney little spoiled babies.

Dreams?

Recently I had a very graphic dream. It was funny and very frightening all at the same time, and I remember it very vividly. In this dream I was on a Japanese game show with my best buddy Mike. The premise of this show was to take two straight friends and offer them $1,000,000 if one of them will have his way with the other...anally. The show, as you may have guessed, was called F*** Your Friend in the A** for $1,000,000. Anyway, in this dream Mike was the taker, Angelina Jolie was my fluffer, and I wasn't into it. I ended up doing it, after my fluffing of course, because Mike kept egging me on saying things like "just F me. We need the money." So I woke up, and unfortunately I remembered this entire nightmare. This weekend I found out Mike had kind of a homosexual dream about me too. In his dream we were at football practice holding hands and our coaches were yelling us for being "queer" I guess. You'll see an entire huddle holding hands at times in college football, but never just two friends holding hands. So my question to the readers is "are dreams just really messed up, or are they a representation of deep rooted feelings?" Are Mike and I a happily gay married couple in Massachusetts in an alternate universe? Are we in love now and in denial? Your thoughts please.