A Happy Medium

I'm kinda steamed at myself for forgetting to trade Soriano for A-Rod before I started my dynasty with the Padres, since I was able to build my team into the team of the century, with my 1-9 at one point being Renteria, Baldellu, Pujols, Ordonez, Phelps, Lecroy, Crede, and a rapidly aging Roberto Alomar. then a starting rotation based on Halladay and Beckett. Makes me feel like the whole thing is tainted.

I remember that swastika being a Native American symbol or some such. It was actually up on the Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota one year for decoration. BTW...anyone else see the Lita anti-doping signs? Or was that just me?

I remember back in WCW whe Rey and Juvi were trying to have a best out of five series, and Konnan was doing commentary. He was damned good. Of course, those guys are two of his best friends...so meh.

Even though you can't play video games or watch tv, I'd go on the Real World. I'd either be the character who doesn't show up half of the time, or I'd be the house crazy man. *Has fond visions of himself leaping through a coffee table and then having a whole episode dedicated to him bleading a lot and being taken to the hospital.

How are the ratings for Scrubs? It would be nice to throw into Thursdays.

Bulls three-peat that year...on my birthday as well. Oh...and John Paxson was not Bucky Fucking Dent...he was actually a damned good clutch player his entire career. He pretty much defeated the Lakers himself in Game 5 of the 91 finals. He was like 10-12. But yeah, fuck Horace Grant. My heartbreaks.... I missed Game 6 of the NLCS last year, and blame the people I was with that night for the Cubs losing..bad karma. But Game 7 tore my heart to tatters...to very rags. The last six outs were just so depressing....me watching the game from a distance, pacing back and forth... Chicago hasn't really had that many pure heartbreaking moments that last twenty or so years...outside of the Cubs finding ways to lose.. Every team other than the Bulls pretty much sucked for the majority of the time...just a lot of dismal seasons.

....could Mr. WK be main eventing Badd Blood against Chris Benoit? Weirder things have happened.

MLB: Wrigley Field...even with the shitty neon signs on the decks. NFL: Arrowhead Stadium...good fans..and the stadium looks so damned scary to be a visitor in. NBA: All the same...no winner...and my hatred for the Knicks rules out Madison Square Garden...oh and the fact that the place looks so cold and mechincal. NHL: Saddledome

I have a feeling this Jeyshawn/Galloway trade may wind up being very onesided..don't know which way..but someone will get bitten by the injury bug...and bad. How about the Bulls trading away Elton Brand, Ron Artest, and Brad Miller in pretty much a two year span? They got Jalen Rose and Tyson Chandler respectively from the trades. Tyson si going to have a short injury plagued career, while they traded Rose for Antonio F'n Davis.

About two years ago.

"His former physician, John Harlow, interviewed his friends and relatives, and wrote two, reporting Gage's reconstructed medical history, one in 1948, entitled "Passage of an Iron Rod Through the Head", and another in 1868, titled "Recovery from the Passage of an Iron Rod Through the Head"." Reminds me of Hans Moleman's "Man Getting Hit in The Groin with a Football."

I would still think that Frank Thomas had a higher walks to strikeouts ratio than that...eh I think the first bit of stats is pointless...all of these guys are pretty 120+ strikeout guys a year and are very streaky to begin with. I could actually only see Bonds, Choi, Giambi, and maybe Glaus continuing well in this stat.

Nope. I actually am interested in Fozzy again. And my opinion is all that matters...meh. *goes off to download some Fozzy*

I'd also consider putting Toni Kukoc on this list too...along with Kirk Hinrich...who will be damned good next year.

Best panel - Jay Mariotti, Woody Paige, Dick Shapp, Michael Wilbon Worst panel - Bill Plasche, Kevin Blackistone, Tom Arnold, Jim Rome So bad it's good - Charles Barkley, Michael Irvin, Jose Canseco, Frank Thomas...

I am Ed Jons - chain smoking, over opinionated sports writer from a random east coast city. Eh, not bad.

SWF Favorite Writer): Xstasy (the guy I pretty much tried to model myself after when I joined. First person I ever read), Low Brass, SoS, King Favorite Promo: Forget the title of it, but the one where the MC go to a fast food place and Edwin goes apeshit over his action figure's eyes being incorrectly colored. He screams, "they deserve the real me!" as he is dragged away from the scene. Favorite Matches: Triple Threat match between me, Avalanche and D-Devil from my JL days....even though I look back now and see that it was shit to what I could write now...Silent vs. Vlad de Burrov or whoever from the old ML. Favorite Stip to Write: Bar-room Brawl, bitch...even though I only wrote one. My Biggest Accomplishment: Getting to the WF, and winning the JL World Title. I Regret That: My WF career sucked and I got severly lost in the shuffle of everything. Oh, and that I left and haven't written a match for myself in two years. I Wish: Someday, I'd be the WF Champion...I dunno, something along those lines. Dream Matches Involving Yourself: Me vs. Thugg..that's it. I thought up actual signature moves just in case I had a chance to face him. Dream Matches: None, actually... I've Become Most Friendly With: Crowe, probably I Hope: That I'll seriously consider making a comeback... Personal Name: Jonathan Dehn Single: Yup Have Most Trouble: Time management...math.. Favorite Things to Do: Read..sleep...play video games... Most Recent Accomplishment: Becoming a pack a day smoker...Making it to nearly 19 years of age. Most Recent Failure: Jess...year long relationship that did and does nothing but cause me pain. Favorite Bands: The Rx Bandits, The Talking Heads...I'm on the spot, can't think of any more. Favorite Book: Battle Royale Favorite Movie: Back to the Future Favorite Actor: tough to tell.... One Song to Listen to On Repeat: "A Change of Seasons" by Dream Theater One Item You'd Save During A Fire: My family. Something You Want to Get Into: Music...never picked up an instrument outside of playing drums when I was 10. Biggest Regret/Mistake: Not having enough fun during my high school days. Biggest Turn On: When I have my ears played with. Don't know why..but I enjoy it. Biggest Turn Off: Superficial whores. If You Died and Went To Heaven, What Do You Want God to Say: You made it...but I must warn you of the shortage of chairs. How About Going to Hell, Devil says: You made it....now hold still while I stick this pinecone up your urethra.

Didn't know this was a workplace...I guess this makes me the quiet Milton type that everyone looks right through and walks right by. See you around, Fridge.

REO Speedwagon...classic. It'd be even better if someone said they were rocking out to Wesley Willis.

SWF match baby!!! This is from Ced Ordenez, I believe. ------------------------------------------------------------ The camera surveys the crowd and zooms in on a particular sign in the audience. In black letters it reads “Insanely Gay Now” with the first letter of each word outlined in green. The camera then pans to the announcing table where Axis and Edwin sit. Edwin: [chuckling] “What do you suppose that means?” Axis: “Call them like you see them…Anyway, welcome back to SJL Metal!” Edwin: “SJL! SJL!” Axis: “Stop that…” Edwin: “Sorry…SJL!” The camera shot transitions to a shot of the entranceway as Funyon introduces the bout. Funyon: “Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat match. Introducing first, from San Jose, California, weighing in at 191 pounds, Ced Ordonez!” A thunderclap echoes through the Sydney Superdome with segues into “Storm of Ambition” blaring through the speakers. A few seconds pass before Ordonez pulls the curtain back and walks toward the ring, his towel draped around his neck. He slows down a little to slap a few of the audience members’ hands as he makes his way down the ramp, the lights flash like intermittently like lightning. He rolls into the ring and does his pre-match warm-up jog in the ring. He gets into a corner and throws his towel into the crowd as Funyon continues the introductions. Funyon: “His opponent, hailing from Kittery, Maine, weighing in at 239 pounds, Thomas “Tomcat” Menias!” “Stray Cat Strut” instantaneously arouses the female demographic in the audience. Menias struts to the ring with his usual entourage of women. He stops once he gets to the bottom of the ramp and gets a kiss from each of his girls before they all walk back up the ramp and to the locker rooms. Menias climbs into the ring and heads to the center of it. Ordonez casually walks up to Tomcat as he removes his coat and hat. Ced extends his hand out of respect and Menias shakes his hand. Ordonez mouths the words “Good Luck” and Tomcat does the same as the lights slowly dim and the camera switches its focus to the SmarkTron. Funyon: “Finally, being accompanied to ring tonight by Melinda, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 260 pounds, “Natural Born Killer” Josh Tupper!” A loud siren sounds as a red spinning siren appears on the SmarkTron. The words “Natural Born Killer” imprint themselves behind the siren and jail cell bars suddenly slam down over the words. The SmarkTron goes black as the combined sounds of Twiztids, Broken Wings and heavy boos approaches deafening levels. The arena lights up as five quick pyro blasts flash from each side of the stage. “NBK” emerges from behind the curtain followed by Melinda. They both walk to the ring and Tupper tells Melinda to remains outside of the ring while he slides into it. Tupper scouts his opponents as his music fades and the referee gets into position. **DING DING** Tupper and Ordonez tie up and Tupper wastes no time in shoving down Ced hard and he nearly slides out of the ring. Tupper makes a crude gesture at the newcomer as Tomcat gets ready to try his luck. Tupper and Menias tie up and “NBK” uses his leverage to force Menias back into the corner. The referee asks for a clean break and nearly gets it, but Tupper cheapshots Tomcat and whips him into the opposite corner. Tupper charges but Menias dodges and “NBK” hits the turnbuckle chest first. The pissed off Tupper turns around and charges again but Menias takes him down with an armdrag. Tupper charges again with the same result. “NBK” looks like he’s about to completely lose it and rushes at Tomcat with a clothesline. Menias ducks it and Ordonez takes a few steps and catches the charging Tupper with an abbreviated Final Surge. Tupper completely loses his composure and rolls out of the ring, grabbing Melinda firmly by the arm. He forcefully drags her as they both head back up the ramp. Ced looks absolutely stymied by the sudden turn of events as the crowd yells obscenities the departing Tupper. Edwin: “He’s…leaving?” Axis: “The newcomer showing up the veteran and I don’t think “NBK” appreciated that much!” Edwin: “But what about Melinda? And, um, the match?” Axis: “Well we’ve still got two guys in there.” Edwin: [sighs] “But no eye candy!” Menias surprises the distracted Ordonez with a quick roll up. ONE, Ordonez kicks out easily Ordonez sits on the mat confused as Menias laughs and reminds him that it’s a Triple Threat Match. Ced stands back up and nods as they both shake hands and begin circling each other. They lock up and Ced gets the early advantage and starts wringing Tomcat’s arm. Tomcat struggles a little but manages to counter into an armlock of his own. Ordonez counters by rolling through then catches Menias with an armdrag. Ced charges but Menias leapfrogs over him and Ced runs to the ropes. Off the ropes, Ced leapfrogs over Menias and hits the ropes again. Ordonez rebounds but gets caught by an armdrag by Tomcat that Menias segues into an armlock. Ordonez stretches his foot out and manages to get into the ropes. The referee calls for a break and gets it cleanly. The crowd applauds the exchange they have just witnessed. Crowd: “SJL! SJL! SJL!” Axis: “Well I guess it just rolls better off the tongue.” Edwin: “You better believe it! SJL!” They square off again in the center of the ring as Menias feints with jabs. Ordonez catches him in the left leg with a signature roundhouse kick. Ordonez fires off another kick and goes for a dropkick to the knees, but Tomcat swats away Ced’s legs. Ced tries to get up quickly, but Menias catches him from behind and takes him down with a belly to back suplex. Menias continues to grab his waist and rolls into another belly to back suplex attempt, but Ordonez rolls underneath him and grabs his left leg. Menias falls forward and Ced clamps on with a reverse crucifix kneebar. Menias feels it, but drags himself and Ordonez to the ropes and Tomcat gets a hand on the bottom rope. The referee asks Ced for a clean break. Ced complies, walks back to the center of the ring and waits for Menias. Menias shakes off some of the pain and meets Ordonez in the center of the ring for another stand off. Ced answers first with another roundhouse kick to the injured leg and Tomcat replies with three quick jabs to Ced’s temple and cheek. Ordonez tries for another roundhouse kick, but leaves himself wide open to an uppercut. The impact of the blow glazes Ced’s eyes and his legs buckle as he crumples onto the mat. Menias pins Ced’s shoulders. ONE, TWO, Ordonez kicks out. Tomcat picks up Ordonez and whips him off the ropes. Menias meets Ordonez off the ropes and knocks him down with a kneesmash to the head. Ordonez sits up with a clueless expression on his face as he falls back onto the mat. Menias checks on his knee before making the cover. ONE, TWO, Ced barely gets a shoulder up. Tomcat gets Ordonez back onto his feet and gets back to back with Ced. Menias then grabs Ced around the neck and Menias drops straight down into a neckbreaker. Menias then forces Ordonez up into a sitting position and places him into a sleeper hold in the center of the ring. The referee checks on Ced to see if he wants to submit. Ced only makes motions that he’s still conscious, but he slowly fades until he is motionless. The referee lifts Ced arm up and it falls dead. ONE! He checks again with the same result. TWO! The ref signals and lifts Ordonez’s arm one more time. TH---NO! Ordonez thrusts his hand into the air. Ced looks around in desperation and struggles to the ropes. He kicks his leg out and misses the bottom rope. He lunges once more and manages to hook onto the rope, forcing the referee to ask for a rope break. Menias lets go as Ced takes a huge breath of air. Ordonez slowly gets to his feet but is met with a snap jab from Menias. Ordonez stumbles back a few steps but lunges right back at Tomcat with a vicious knife-edge chop to the chest. They furiously begin exchanging jabs for knife-edge chops. Ordonez breaks the chain with another roundhouse kick to Tomcat’s left leg. Menias responds with a left cross, but Ordonez dodges it and pulls Menias down into a Fujiwara armbar. Ced shakes the remaining cobwebs while Tomcat writhes in pain trying to escape. He manages to turn his body perpendicular to the ropes and uses his right arm to hook the bottom rope. The ref calls for a break and Ced complies. Ordonez pulls up Menias by the left arm and puts him back down with another Fujiwara armbar, but Menias falls to his knees and is able to roll through. Tomcat floats over Ordonez and places him in a full nelson while picking him up off the mat. Ced struggles to break free, pulling his weight down especially hard on his left side. However, Menias puts everything he’s got into holding on and comes out on top with a vicious Dragon Suplex. He bridges it into a pin attempt but Ced’s feet are in the ropes. Both wrestlers are just about exhausted as Menias picks up Ordonez and whips him into the ropes. Off the rebound, Menias back body drops Ced, but Ced floats over and grasps Menias from behind. Tomcat tries to counter with a headlock, but Ced gets him off the ground and backdrops him hard. Ced lies on the ground and tries to catch his breath while Menias instinctively rolls onto his stomach away from Ced. The referee administers a ten-count. ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…Ced slowly crawls toward the prone Menias. Ced rolls him onto his back and gets an arm on him for the pin. ONE, TWO… THRE---NO!!! Menias just barely gets his shoulder up before the referee’s hand slaps the mat for the third time! Both men roll to opposite ropes and pull themselves back up. They make a charge at each other and Ced times his sidestep just right and catches him in Final Surge position. Menias frantically elbows Ced, and Tomcat manages to get him to let go. He wastes no time in grabbing Ced and hoisting him up into a stalling suplex. Ordonez flails his legs, sensing a Tomcat Crush attempt. Menias desperately tries to hold Ordonez up but can’t. Ced floats over and lands on his feet directly behind Tomcat. Tomcat swings wildly with a back elbow but Ced ducks it. Ced shoots at Menias and Tomcat blocks high. However, Ordonez goes low and grabs Menias by the leg. Ced gives him Dragon Screw Legwhip and holds on the ankle as he stands back up. Ced turns away from Tomcat then proceeds to apply the Cross Lightning. Menias grimaces in pain but he’s nowhere near the ropes and he taps! The crowd goes wild and the referee calls for the bell! **DING DING** “Storm of Ambition” starts again as Ced lets go of the hold and raises his arm in victory while Tomcat clutches his knee. Funyon: “Your winner, by submission, Ced Ordonez!” The crowd applauds the sensational match while Ordonez walks over to Menias to see if he is OK. Ced helps him to his feet and they shake hands, which the cheering crowd approves. Menias goes to a corner to catch a breather while Ced rolls out of the ring and back up the ramp. Axis: “The newcomer gets another impressive win!” Edwin: “I love this stuff! SJL! SJL! SJL!” Axis: “Is that all you can say?” A long pause… Edwin: “SJL!” Axis: “[sighs] After the break, the TV Title is up for grabs wiWHAT THE HELL?!?” Edwin: “SJL?” Ordonez pulls back the curtain only to be met by a waiting Josh Tupper, who brutalizes Ced with a Hit and Run. Ced falls backwards and Tupper drills him hard onto the ground. Tupper nails a defenseless Ordonez with a few solid punches before Menias sprints up the ramp to make the save. Tupper gets off Ced and he and Tomcat begin brawling. They fight their way to the back as the referee checks on Ced, who is doubled over in pain as the shot fades and we head to a commercial break.

The fact they put "Two Princes" and "We Didn't Start The Fire" on this list makes me cringe. So be it.

On Saved by the Bell...people can't forget Jessie's annoying "New Yauk" step brother...what a useless douche.

I went to go see it last night with a few friends...I really liked it more than volume one...just because everything came together in a great story of love and betrayal. I know that we were all thinking of some long, epic fight to finish this one off, but eh, in reality real fights don't last too long anyways. It was short and to the point, and really...after seeing how those two were in love..I don't know if I wanted to see a long drawn out, gorefest of a battle. Everyone was great in the two movies. Pai Mei rocked the house, especially.

The computer is awesome at fielding...it kinda bothers me. I should consider moving the sliders a bit. However, I am able to keep in the field by picking good routes to the baseball.

gee, I wonder how you keep winning all the time. Actually...I won 94 games without him...and the year before that the World Series.