I know I'm probably the only person making playoff predictions in Canada, so this should be interesting and unique.
My first round predictions:
East
(1) Washington vs. (8) Montreal
Prediction: Washington in 6
Result: Montreal in 7
(2) New Jersey vs. (7) Philadelphia
Prediction: New Jersey in 6
Result: Philadelphia in 5
(3) Buffalo vs. (6) Boston
Prediction: Boston in 7
Result: Boston in 6
(4) Pittsburgh vs. (5) Ottawa
Prediction: Pittsburgh in 6
Result: Pittsburgh in 6
West
(1) San Jose vs. (8) Colorado
Prediction: San Jose in 5
Result: San Jose in 6
(2) Chicago vs. (7) Nashville
Prediction: Chicago in 4
Result: Chicago in 6
(3) Vancouver vs. (6) Los Angeles
Prediction: Los Angeles in 7
Result: Vancouver in 6
(4) Phoenix vs. (5) Detroit
Prediction: Detroit in 6
Result: Detroit in 7
UPDATE:
5 for 8 in straight picks
1 for 8 in number of games picks (ouch)
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
The filthier the better.
So watching the Blue Jays home opener tonight made me start thinking about one thing.
No, not about how much money I pissed away on that authentic Alex Rios jersey.
How the hell Alex Gonzalez suddenly found out how to hit? Nope.
It was how I can't wait to have my first one of these of the season:
Call it what you like: dirty dogs, street meat, pigeon sandwich, every one (or every one who isn't lame), loves themselves a nice, hot, filthy, disgusting, hot dog (or sausage) from your local vendor.
Combine that with all the condiments and toppings that haven't been changed since the Blue Jays inaugural season, and you have delicious meal layered with all things dirty.
I remember in grade 7, me and some buddies headed to the Hockey Hall of Fame downtown and capped off our day with some street meat...
That is, until my un-trusting of the world (or just logical) mother saw me about to take a bite and demanded I give it to my friend, who was more than willing to eat my sausage (you're perverted, welcome to the club).
Maybe that's why I love it even more now? A few years ago, I had 3 throughout a day at the Rogers Centre. That was some good eatin'.
So for you prudes who don't/won't eat the filthy goodness that is street meat (sorry Mom), I have one question for you.
How can you not trust this guy?
No, not about how much money I pissed away on that authentic Alex Rios jersey.
How the hell Alex Gonzalez suddenly found out how to hit? Nope.
It was how I can't wait to have my first one of these of the season:
Call it what you like: dirty dogs, street meat, pigeon sandwich, every one (or every one who isn't lame), loves themselves a nice, hot, filthy, disgusting, hot dog (or sausage) from your local vendor.
Combine that with all the condiments and toppings that haven't been changed since the Blue Jays inaugural season, and you have delicious meal layered with all things dirty.
I remember in grade 7, me and some buddies headed to the Hockey Hall of Fame downtown and capped off our day with some street meat...
That is, until my un-trusting of the world (or just logical) mother saw me about to take a bite and demanded I give it to my friend, who was more than willing to eat my sausage (you're perverted, welcome to the club).
Maybe that's why I love it even more now? A few years ago, I had 3 throughout a day at the Rogers Centre. That was some good eatin'.
So for you prudes who don't/won't eat the filthy goodness that is street meat (sorry Mom), I have one question for you.
How can you not trust this guy?
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Priceless
Got this in a text message from a friend today:
A man asks his wife, "Can I come in your ear?"
She says, "NO! I might go deaf!"
He says, "Bullshit! I always come in your mouth and you never shut the fuck up!"
A man asks his wife, "Can I come in your ear?"
She says, "NO! I might go deaf!"
He says, "Bullshit! I always come in your mouth and you never shut the fuck up!"
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Swing and a miss.
So I witnessed a real-life train wreck last night coming home from school on the bus (metaphorically speaking of course).
As I took a seat on the GO Bus, the song on my iPod started to fade and before the next song started I heard a conversation going on behind me. Usually I would pay absolutely no attention to this and turn up the volume to drown it out, but I paused it when I heard a guy say "What's your major?".
Now we've all been told eavesdropping is "unethical" and all that crap, but realistically, we all do it and the odd time it's actually interesting. But anyways back to the story. The conversation I was hearing went something like this:
"What's your major?"
*I turn to my left and see the rather attractive girl respond*
"Psychology."
"Say word. So you deal wit' like crazy people n' shit eh?"
"I guess you could say that..."
"Haha, well good luck wif dat."
"Thanks..." *Girl instantly gets on her cell phone*
*Conversation ends, cue long ass bus ride*
*Lights on bus come on*
Guy behind me: "Wow...I'm like speechless..." (After seeing her in the light I'm assuming)
*Girl politely smiles*
"Guess I'll see you on da bus eh?"
"I guess so."
"Yo, you got Facebook?"
"No." *Speedwalks down aisle and off bus*
Me under my breath: "Swing and a miss..."
I spent the next few minutes trying not to burst out laughing, poor guy.
Props to the dude for having the courage to try and pick up a girl on of all places, an hour and a half bus ride, because you know if you strike out, that's one long ass awkward ride. God knows I'm way too much of a pussy to even try that myself.
Entertainment on the GO, who knew?
As I took a seat on the GO Bus, the song on my iPod started to fade and before the next song started I heard a conversation going on behind me. Usually I would pay absolutely no attention to this and turn up the volume to drown it out, but I paused it when I heard a guy say "What's your major?".
Now we've all been told eavesdropping is "unethical" and all that crap, but realistically, we all do it and the odd time it's actually interesting. But anyways back to the story. The conversation I was hearing went something like this:
"What's your major?"
*I turn to my left and see the rather attractive girl respond*
"Psychology."
"Say word. So you deal wit' like crazy people n' shit eh?"
"I guess you could say that..."
"Haha, well good luck wif dat."
"Thanks..." *Girl instantly gets on her cell phone*
*Conversation ends, cue long ass bus ride*
*Lights on bus come on*
Guy behind me: "Wow...I'm like speechless..." (After seeing her in the light I'm assuming)
*Girl politely smiles*
"Guess I'll see you on da bus eh?"
"I guess so."
"Yo, you got Facebook?"
"No." *Speedwalks down aisle and off bus*
Me under my breath: "Swing and a miss..."
I spent the next few minutes trying not to burst out laughing, poor guy.
Props to the dude for having the courage to try and pick up a girl on of all places, an hour and a half bus ride, because you know if you strike out, that's one long ass awkward ride. God knows I'm way too much of a pussy to even try that myself.
Entertainment on the GO, who knew?
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Marcum vs. Romero
My pitcher:
My opponent's pitcher:
The stats: W, ERA, WHIP, K, CG
Winner: Pitcher with best 3 of 5 of these categories.
The Wager: $100 000 000 (or ten bucks)
Update: I lost, fuck you Kevin Gregg.
My opponent's pitcher:
The stats: W, ERA, WHIP, K, CG
Winner: Pitcher with best 3 of 5 of these categories.
The Wager: $100 000 000 (or ten bucks)
Update: I lost, fuck you Kevin Gregg.
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