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2012 1st Annual Zombie Surviving Team Draft Pre-Thread

TagDon'tTweet — Wed, 30 May 2012 15:45:46 -0000

So, Zombies are coming. It is inevitable. We are all fucked individually. In order to survive, you must draft (or choose) 5 other LSB'ers to form the most ultimate zombie surviving group. Everyone needs to bring something to the table, as you could be surviving for months with just each other.

We are going to need Player Profiles (ex. GB is basically a doctor, so he is a good).

So I am thinking this is the thread where we choose team captains, lay out player profiles, and maybe pimp yourself out to be drafted in you are not a team captain.

I'll let you fucks work on some of the deets below.

We are going to need Player Profiles (ex. GB is basically a doctor, so he is a good).

So I am thinking this is the thread where we choose team captains, lay out player profiles, and maybe pimp yourself out to be drafted in you are not a team captain.

I'll let you fucks work on some of the deets below.

I got married

TagDon'tTweet — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 12:02:09 -0000

This is being posted from my iPad, so I have no idea if it will work, but TDT got married, baby! I'm in a badass suite with a jacuzzi tub, living the fucking dream. I love you all. I hope no one misses me too much yet. I probably won't be here a lot this week, but I'll try to check in every now and then.

Thanks everyone for the well wishes over the last couple of months. You guys are all pretty fucking awesome. Stay thirsty, my friends. TDT out.

March Madness Saturday 19 March 2011

TagDon'tTweet — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 15:10:44 -0000

Well, after a great 13-3 run on Thursday, it looks like i went a putrid 10-6 yesterday. I was atop my office bracket, and now i am square in the middle.

The good thing is: I still have every single sweet 16 team remaining. That in of itself is pretty remarkable, considering a 12 is playing a 13 (Richmond, FTMFW).

So, I need K-State in a bad way today. I have them in the Elite-8? Holy fuck that was stupid. The best game on paper today, the very first one: WVU/Kentucky (need some Kentucky). The 6:45 (CT) game is my wild card game of the day: Gonzaga/BYU. I need BYU to show up today, but I could see the 'Zags taking care of business.

Anyway, discuss:

Well, after a great 13-3 run on Thursday, it looks like i went a putrid 10-6 yesterday. I was atop my office bracket, and now i am square in the middle.

The good thing is: I still have every single sweet 16 team remaining. That in of itself is pretty remarkable, considering a 12 is playing a 13 (Richmond, FTMFW).

Anyway, discuss:

"Jon"

TagDon'tTweet — Fri, 11 Feb 2011 19:57:04 -0000

This is a little something I wrote about Jon Daniels and Michael Young. The poems (well, song, really) construction and melody comes from Eminem's "Stan". Enjoy...

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all?
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all?
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mike, I play you but you still ain't ballin'
I left my doubt, my worries
And my whole fear near the bottom;
I sent 80 Mil back in autumn,
You must not have got 'em,
It probably was a problem
With Hicks’ account or somethin'

Sometimes he forgets to sign checks
Too, when he fuckin’ sends ‘em,
But anyways fuck it
What's been up man, how's your defense?
My game’s a little weak, too
I'm ‘bout to hit free agency;
If it’s our last season, guess we fought for no reason?
This GM thing I’m learnin’

I read about your Friend Vernon, too, I'm sorry;
We tried to trade you there for a couple of ‘spects-
They didn't want you.
I know I don’t tell you this everyday:
But I’ll be sad when you’re gone;
I even got those baseball cards that you did with Don

I got a room full of your posters
And your pictures man,
I like the shit you did with Toronto, too
That shit was phat.
Anyways I hope you get this, man
Hit me back just to chat.
Truly yours, and always fond
This is Jon

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all?
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mike, it’s sad to see you go
I hope you get a chance, I ain't mad;
It’s just fucked up when you call me out to fans,
If you didn't want to talk to me
Inside my office you didn't have to,
But you could've shut the fuck up to Evan
That shit hurts a little, man,

That’s opposite of bold;
I thought that fucking Busch league was beneath you,
I asked you to move and you said, "No"
That's pretty shitty man,
You're like my fuckin' idol
I want to be just like you, man
I wish you’d just see this through;

I ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied to,
Remember you said it wasn’t fair?
You said if I asked you to, you would step back
And give up your spot for Beltre;
I never knew you’d respond this way
If I did, I prolly wouldn’t have asked you to stay.

I can relate to what you're sayin' in the paper
It’s still kind of bullshit though
Requesting that you play more,
But you don't really got shit else
Your fielding shit makes me depressed,
It’s that bullshit contract, too
That’s like a knife in my chest.

Sometimes I even ask myself
I wonder what he needs?
You’re like my albatross
The cost is such a sunken one for me;
I should never have made this deal,
But I respect you 'cause you tell it,
I think Ian’s jealous
'Cause I talk about you 24/7

But he don't know you like
I know you Mike, no one does,
He don't know what it was like
For people like us growing up;
I knew someday you’d be gone
I just didn’t think it would be this soon
Sincerely yours, Jon
P.S. We should stay together too

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all?
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mister, “I’m too good to change positions,”
This'll be the last contract we ever agree on;
It was 80Mil you greedy whore
You don’t deserve it,
I know you got the last couple checks-
Greenberg tends to keep his payroll perfect

So this is my bargain I’m giving you
I hope you hear it,
I'm in the cage right now
I'm hittin’ 90 the other way.
Hey Mike, I drank a fifth of vodka
On that day you signed;

You know the Phil’s have been callin’
Trying to find a price?
You could have been the one who saved
His fucking team from drowning
But didn't, that’s when the Phil’s called
Trying hard to make amends,

That's how sad all this is,
You could have rescued us from drowning,
Now it's too late,
I'm on a thousand downers, now I'm drowsy,

And all I wanted was a lousy player in a trade-
I hope you know
One day your legacy is gonna fade.
I loved you Mike, we could have been together,
Think about it, you ruined it now

I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep
And you scream about it
I hope your conscious eats at you
And you can't breathe without me

See Mike, "Shut up Thad!
I'm trying to talk."
Hey Mike, that's my assistant trying to wish you luck,
I really wish that you wouldn’t have fucked this up-
See I ain't like you
'Cause if you walk out, he’ll just suffer more
And then he’ll cry, too.

Well gotta go
I almost found a trade now
Oh shit! I forgot!
Do you think the Angels will give us Trout?

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all?
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Jon, I meant to write you sooner
But I've just been busy-
Interviewin’ all over town,
Everyone wants this lead.
Look I'm really flattered
You tried to get me and Vernon back
Together with one another,
So for you, here I’ll tip my cap

I’m sorry I stopped producing in ‘The Show’
Nothing against you,
Don't think I did that shit intentionally
Just to diss you,
And what's this shit you said about
Bringing Thome in here, too?
I hope you was just clownin' dawg,
C'mon, how fucked up is you?

I got some issues, Jon
I think I need some instruction
To help me from divin' awkwardly at balls,
That shit gets me down.
And what's this shit about us
Tryin’ to stay together?
We publically just talked about tryin’
To kill each other.

I really think me and Vernon
Need each other,
Or maybe you just need to treat me better,
Then I’d prolly play a little better,
I really just want my 10 and 5
Before I’m an Astro.
I think that I'd be doin' just fine
If I could play a little;

I'm glad I inspire Thad
But Jon, why are you so mad?
Try to understand
That I respect you as a man,
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
And trade me away for nothin’
Cuz deep down I think that’d me sick

Now I just keep getting drunk and burning bridges,
But truly I don’t give a fuck
Cuz you’re still a fucking kid,
But all I wanna do is play
And it might as well just be for you;
Come to think about it,
I love you, Jon. Fuckin’ Hell