………………….. “Everybody wins — and ALL must have prizes!”

Being Sergio “chocolate”, Jerryd “Mighty Mouse” will be “cheese”. I will root for both, and Rudy, and every one. The battle cry to defend both players against any attack will be “CHOCOLATE WITH CHEESE!!!!”. Arrrggg, imagine you have to eat that mixed. I am warning you ;-)

………………………. relating to all the horsepuckey spewed about Rex being 6’3" tall…

Here’s a picture by Blazerland from last night of Rex next to the 6’5" (inflated to 6’6") Brandon Roy…

Rex is MAYBE 6’1" tall, but 6’0" seems more likely.

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Here is what the Kings have to deal with:

“I’ve got my work cut out for me,” Theus said after Tuesday’s training camp session. “(Donte Greene plays) great offense and has no basic understanding of how to play defense.”

Theus said he considers the forward a “project player,” because he has “never really been taught anything about defense at all.”

THANK YOU for the above mentioned. The last junk drawer was Palin overkill. I understand it was a hot topic after the debate in St. Louis, and I can’t get upset over discussion over it but it was overkill. Take it from someone who is electioned out ( Elections everywhere you look here, our federal election is Oct 14, civic elections here in Victoria are next month Nov. 15 and our provincial one is May 09 ). The US elections are far more interesting than ours ( federal that is ). However, enough with that and keeping with the Palin free theme I’m not sold on the Seahawks on Sunday in NY. Not a great road team, not off to a great start in Homgren’s last year. Plus against the champs, they’ll have a tough one. Speaking of in their division how about the Arizona Cardinals? A traditionally bad team not looking bad so far.

so we can get back to bashing the right wing tomorrow.

The Seahawks just arent that exciting. About as exciting as the Arizona Cardinals, and Im a Bengals fan so I know bad.

What else is there to frivolize about? It was a monsoon earlier today, ay least where J.R. Rider fears to tread

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aBaX9GPSaQ

“Twin towers”, “dangerous duo” (Gasol said “dangerous couple”, but well English is not his first language), “terrifying tandem”, …

What would you call it? And how could we call Oden and LMA?

Alice was my Mom’s name.

Alice was my Mom’s name

 We lived for a decade plus, 8.5 miles up The Wilson River, West bank o’ Black Jack Creek. We had just left Canby, leaving a refrigerator box full o’ blue ‘n strobe lights, posters and other thangs not removed from the rental. The State Police showed up at our door one day, with a warrant "To Remove Garbage" from along the banks of The Willamette River, somewhere ‘tween OR City ‘n Portland. We found it but there was also a rope swing out o’er the river and a rowboat. We had our fun ‘n almost died, in mo’ ways than one. Still I will remember. Livin’ on 11th Street. Paintin’ the ceilings blue with twinklin’ stars, purple frame work, burnin’ "zilches" and playin’ "Grock" with the wrestlers. As I dove out the windows. To save my life!

Alice’s Restaurant
By Arlo Guthrie
This song is called Alice’s Restaurant, and it’s about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice’s Restaurant is the name of the restaurant,
that’s just the name of the song, and that’s why I called the song Alice’s Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant
Walk right in it’s around the back
Just a half a mile from Black Jack Creek
You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant

Now it all started twenty Thanksgivings ago, was on – twenty years ago on
Thanksgiving,
when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant,
but Alice doesn’t live in the restaurant, she lives in the Big Log Cabin cross the road from the restaurant,
with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog. And livin’ in the big Log Cabin like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the taters used to be in. Havin’ all that room,
seein’ as how they took out all the roots, they decided that they didn’t
have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it’d be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a blue Chevy
van, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across the
dump saying, “Closed on Thanksgiving.” And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn’t find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our’s down.

That’s what we did, and drove back to the cabin, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn’t be beat, went to sleep and didn’t get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, “Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it.” And
I said, “Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage.”

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer’s station. So we got in the blue chevy van with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer’s station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn’t very likely, and we didn’t expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer’s station there was a third possibility that we hadn’t even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested. Handcuffed.
And I said “Obie, I don’t think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on.” He said, “Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car.”

And that’s what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Canby, Oregon, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer’s station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that’s not to mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, “Kid, I’m going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt.” And I said, “Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don’t have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?” And he said, “Kid, we don’t want any hangings.”
I said, “Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?”
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn’t hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn’t bend the bars roll out the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice? It’s a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat, and didn’t get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down.
Man came in said, “All rise.” We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
‘cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn’t nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn’t going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but that’s not what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a Center down Portland, Or, he’s called Greg Oden,
when he walks in, you get subjected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and rejected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid Stephen o’ Nazareth, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all, I wanted to be the all American kid from Portland, OR, and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o’ mean nast