Ted Nugent

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I have a theory that even the people who like Ted Nugent secretly agree that he is an asshat. I think that these people might even have occasional meetings to confirm this - kind of an asshat inventory if you will. 

Of course, not being the sharpest tool in the shed, Ted is oblivious to this and continues to whore himself out for any neanderthal cause that wants him, all the while reveling in the limelight thinking that he is a respected "spokesperson" when everyone knows that he is nothing more than an ego-driven lapdog. 

It's kind of funny that the guy who got out of being a member of the military by intentionally filling his pants with shit now gets out of being a cognizant member of the real world by filling his head with the same.

Hey Ted? 

The joke's on you. Trust me on this.


http://gawker.com/5983634/patriotic-american-ted-nugent-shit-his-pants-to-avoid-the-draft

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Crosley Field

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When I was about 5 or 6-years-old my Dad took me to Crosley Field for my first Reds game. We sat in the top row way down the left field line, but of course I brought my glove in case of an errant foul ball. 

While introducing the starting lineups, the PA announcer would say each players complete name, pause for a bit, and then repeat the last name. Naturally my Dad couldn't resist this opportunity: 

PA announcer: Starting in right field, Frank Robinson . . . 
Dad: Who?!
PA announcer: Robinson!
Dad: Oh - OK.

I thought this was about the funniest damn thing that I had ever heard.

When we got home I told the rest of the family that my favorite player, Vada Pinson, had looked at me and smiled on his way out to center field. I remember everyone kind of nodding and smiling a little uncomfortably just like in the final scene of The Wizard Of Oz when Dorothy tells everyone about her adventure.


http://youtu.be/w-e_UJOGF4E

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