SB Nation User Blog: 92wastheyear

JD 12-12

92wastheyear — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 18:44:01 -0000

I am sitting here thinking that I need a new Junk Drawer. I keep refreshing to see if there is a new one up...but no such luck. I am writing one and trying to come up with some sort of topic. I wanted it to be a Christmas theme, but am not sure what to do with it....Xmas songs? Xmas trees?....Santa Claus?. Ok how bout...what is your favorite Holiday tradition?....Trees, Santy, Candy, Movies, Presents....or other? What do you think?

via www.allthingschristmas.com

Poll

What is your favorite part of the Holidays??

Junk 11/8

92wastheyear — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:50:58 -0000

Lately I have met some of you in real life (at the game) and you all seem pretty cool. It is weird meeting someone from the internet though....dontcha think? It seems strange to hear someone say "Hey 92" when my real name is in fact Barney. I haven't worried too much about a real weirdo rolling up on me but that could also happen. Additionally, people say i look like a celebrity ....usually a weird one like Craig T Nelson or Richard Lewis

via 1.bp.blogspot.com

I am not as grey but the hairline is correct

via static.tvfanatic.com

not bad but I am not as neurotic

Barrett on Roy

92wastheyear — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 02:15:13 -0000

Barrett on Roy

Roy is in town and sportin' new kicks

Junk 9-10-09-True Lies

92wastheyear — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 04:40:26 -0000

So this one time in the Junk drawer...

...A somewhat minor character in the land of Sedge set out to create the mandatory daily repository of inane blather called The Junk Drawer (mainly 'cause he had some inane blather to put in it). The day was August 29th 2008. It was in the depths of the summer doldrums and the topic was very mundane (some tripe about about how awesome it was that football season had started..arrg). So it comes as no suprise that there was not much response.It was obvious that it wasn't a world beater of a JD....no question at all..... but much to this poster's dismay it became the model of futility ...the least commented of all the JD's in the HISTORY of junk. The poster in question was of course .....92wastheyear. 92wastheyear just hoped that this indignity would just fade into obscurity...alas that was never to be.

First a little background info about 92wastheyear. You see he was still new to the community that was the BLedge...and more than anything he wanted to be like that mythic smart-ass god of the internet....the esteemed...immortal.....TominHawaii. That being said, it was almost inevitable what came next. A few dayslater The great Tominhawaii ....92's hero...role-model..muse..whatever...mentioned 92 in one of comments!!! 92, breathless with excitement, began to read the comment.....Oh no!!! It read: "Remember when 92wastheyear had a junk drawer with only 35 comments?"92 was horrified! His hero not only knew about the 35 comment debacle (some weird internet thingy caused it to drop to 34), but actually was pointing it out to everyone!!! oh the shame almost too much to bear!! 92 did the only thing he could ...and made some quip about it being "a slow time of the year" and slunk off to lick his wounds. But as he lay in a fetal position, randomly pecking at his keyboard from time to time in an effort to appear lifelike...relief came from an unlikely source ....Bow4Meow! B4M made a random comment to the effect the this horrible JD was actually good...his thinking was that the unbeleivably bad JD was in fact sooo good that nothing else could be added by having a bunch of comments...it was perfection as is!! Of course this was a load of crap, but it gave 92 an idea....an idea that would take a long time to pull off....but just audacious enough that evenTom would chuckle with delight at the sheer ballsy-ness of it.

The plan was this....92 would consistantly use self deprecating humour regarding the JD whenever it was mentioned (and sometimes even when it wasn't) and Bow4 would defend it!! This in turn would grow 92's stature within the BEdge community.Everytime it was mentioned, the legend grew larger and larger until it was known throughout the cyber neighborhood known as the Junk Drawer. It shouldn't have worked (and wouldn't have either) without Bow's persistance and (I suspect) the guiding hand of Annthefan. But it did....It worked to perfection!! But as 92's fame grew ....so did another's jealousy.

Next came the now infamous actions of March 22, 2009....that started a chain of events that even 92 was unable to control.

A poster with the now record breaking name of Engineer Scotty watched the acsent of 92wastheyear with first scorn and then ...envy!! Scotty came up with a plan to steal the limelight ....a diabolical plan! He would post camoflaged JD drawer on the slowest ....most distracted day of the BLedge calander...March 22nd! This would insure that he would then hold the least commented Junk Drawer record ....and have all the glory therein....to himself. And whether you agree this was honorable or not, he certainly didn't deserve what happened next. You see...one person ...and one person alone..saw through his scheme.... Annthefan!

We may never know exactly what happened to Engineer Scotty, but we know one thing for sure ...Ann liked 92. No one quite knows why....maybe she liked the twinkle in his blues eyes ...or maybe he dropped a rakish "+92" on one her radical left-wing comments...either way, An like 92 and....Scotty was never to be seen again. All we know for sure is that Ann was the last one to see him alive.....and the record breaking Junk went unseen as well....that is..until today.

I am 92wastheyear ....and I am, in fact, glad to be out from under the weight of that horrible record ...and I would have gladly handed it off to Scotty...if he were only here to take it. As for Ann ....I can't blame her for what she did ....I cause feelings in others they, themselves don't understand. However ....there is one thing I have to tell her....Ann....if you can hear me....Tom is blameless. He was put up to posting yesterdays junk, and thus exposing your secret. If you must wreck vengence.....wreck it on Broyposse and his running dog Cablinasian...for they are truly to blame.

Your friend always, 92

Opie (Brian T Smith) sings Brandon's praises

92wastheyear — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 20:27:03 -0000

Opie (Brian T Smith) sings Brandon's praises

This appears to be the new guy's first column ....I like it! Give it a try

7/27 late evening Junk (you can still use it on 7/28 if you want)

92wastheyear — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 04:04:57 -0000

This Junk popped up outta nowhere (as is sometimes the case). Thanks to Idoltime for putting me into a John Lennon frame of mind

Give a listen

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she's gone I can't go on
Feelin' two-foot small

Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say

Hey you've got to hide your love away
Hey you've got to hide your love away

How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I'm in

How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say

Hey you've got to hide your love away
Hey you've got to hide your love away

7/26 junk Sunday Morning

92wastheyear — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 07:16:30 -0000

Sunday Morning Junk is the bestest junk ever. It makes me break into song

Know it sounds funny
But I just cant stand the pain
Girl Im leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know Ive done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed
Ooh, thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Why in the world
Would anyboddy put chains on me?
Ive paid my dues to make it
Everbody wants me to be
What they want me to be
Im not happy when I try to fake it!
No!
Ooh,thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Because Im easy
Easy like sunday morning
Because Im easy
Easy like sunday morning

Premature E-Junk-ulation 7/23 nighttime is the right time version

92wastheyear — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 02:58:49 -0000

I was thinking that I would cut Southern Oregon a break and get a new Junk up for the evening. There is a little something for Pookie after the jump

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they�d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I�d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn�t take one more step.

I can�t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock �n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you�re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin� in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin� buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin�,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we�ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin� stone,
But that�s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil�s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan�s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I�d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn�t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die."

Contest Entry: The Blazers' best move ever

92wastheyear — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 20:58:29 -0000

AKA How we avoided the Curse of Tom Owens

We know …..Walton and Moses, Bowie and Oden, Sabas and Thompson, Duckworth and Dudley……but do you recall the 3rd most important Blazer Big man of aaaaaaaaall?????? Ok…ok….I can hear you all groaning out there ……I will not sing the rest of my essay. But the answer to the question above is ……..Tom Owens!! What? Tom Owens? Who the hell is Tom Owens?? OK, Maybe a little history lesson is needed.

Thomas William Owens was a 6’10”center from the University of South Carolina who drafted by the Memphis Pros of the ABA in 1971 (also drafted in the 4th round by the San Diego Rockets of the NBA). After playing several years in the ABA and a short stint with the Rockets (in Houston), Tom joined the Trail Blazers before the 77-78 season, primarily to be Bill Walton’s backup. His best season as a Blazer was the 78-79 season, where he scored 18.5 ppg and 9 rpg. This was the first full season after Big Bill went down with his infamous foot injury and subsequently left for San Diego (the Clippers, not the Rockets), this was also Mychal Thompson’s rookie season.

After that season his production began to slip and by the 80-81 season he had dropped all the way to 10.6ppg and 5.8rpg. The Blazers traded him to the Indiana Pacers in the summer of 81 for a ........draft pick.

Ok, well, big deal…who cares, right?……Well, except that draft pick in question was the Pacers’ 1st rounder in 1984 (beginning to sound familiar now?)….I can hear the collective “ah-ha….the Bowie pick” from you now. As you all know, 83-84 Pacers had the worst record in the NBA (tied with the tanking Rockets). We lost the coin flip and ……anyway, we all know the rest of the story …..the Blazers take Bowie instead of Jordan and were branded fools. If the Blazers had taken Jordan, then this would have been a essay about the most lopsided trade in the history of the NBA…but alas it was never to be. However it is still a very lopsided trade....when you factor in what was given up (Tom Owens played exactly 74 games for Indiana(@ 10.5ppg/5rpg) and that Bowie was actually a pretty good player when upright (10.9ppg and 7.5rpg over 10 seasons) …plus....we were able to trade Sam for Buck Williams in time for the 89-90 season (we went to the finals). I still believe this is one the best trades by Portland ever!!!!

Jarret Jack signs offersheet from Toronto

92wastheyear — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 17:13:59 -0000

Jarret Jack signs offersheet from Toronto

Wow....he will be stepping outta bounds north of the border