Friday, April 27, 2012

work it parents....it means so much....TO YOU!





wifey and i are knee deep in the shit...the political shit...kids shit...

we dont wine and dine coaches so junior gets to start...
we dont call the coach...
we dont work the pick up line..i stay in my truck and wait for my kids to find my ass
we dont volunteer for nothing...we pay out our collective asses for our 3 money withdrawers to attend prep skewl

i heard a story yesterday....most likely it is true...parents flying coach out on  their private jet to their place in socal...wine and dine....and junior is starting....nice lesson there eh?

we cant offer much....maybe a short weekend at the lake of the ozarks...stay at my friends 1970s throwback condo...bad fishing...bad food...perhaps a round or two of great gof...the boys can then make the B team....oh wait, they are already there...

i refuse to play this game...my plane isnt going anywhere for anyone except for me...in my dreams...actually i dont need a fuggen plane to fly...in my dreams....its three steps and a jump and im off....awesomeness!

i told my sons to work their asses off this coming summer....hit the weights and pound the amino acids...eat like crazy....become a beast..they are working hard and they are getting results...FUGGEN FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!...dad aint gunna pucker and kiss no ones sphinctor..

i sit and watch as these parasite parents whore their way around and im fuggen sick of it....i feel strongly that someone needs to go off the reservation and make a statement...

the kids arent learning shit....the parents look at their kids as fuggen trophies....its sickening...i kinda knew this shit was going on back in the day...why else would mickey labinsky make the A soccer team?  his dad bought the team new Adidas uniforms...i saw mr labinsky talking to coach during tryouts...my dad never...ever watched my practices...tryouts...why would he?  he knew that his son was going to bust his ass...and he knew his boy was talented beyond the norm...i was a very good soccer player back in the day...didnt make the A team that year tho...i was crushed...coach had no explanation...started for this team for 3 years...traveled...won cups...i was the sweeper...no one got by me...

that was my last year of soccer....8th grade...i gutted it out on the B team... started for the A team during travel tourneys....got to wear those new Adidas unis thanks to mr labinsky....

parents can really fugg things up for their kids....and while doing so, there is always collateral damage...





Thursday, April 26, 2012

golf tourney...wow im good...

i suck at this blog thing...i get all into it and then disappear...like a fart in the wind..

just now, my retarded brain just told me to make an entry....so i do this now..

no idea what to write about..

golf season is upon us...love the game....its greatness on wheels..

entered a scratch medal play tourney last weekend at one of me fav "tracks"...GATEWAY NATIONAL GOLF LINKS...

i was the aarp guy in the 4some...these kids are fuggen awesome...they kill the ball and they are fearless....guess what?  so is the dog!  i crushed it all day...didnt miss one drive....take that you young fag!  i had nothing in common with these gents...fuggers were about half my age....what do you talk about....?  "yeah man, i went to the WHO concert in 79....they fuggen rocked it!"

one of our group....tony....he won the tourney....shot a cool 71...yours truly shot a 78...good enough  for 5th place and a "thanks for playing today!"...tony was cool...he liked the way i drew the ball...thats enough for me to like a guy....

the other two fellas, im horrible with names so i couldnt tell you their name if my life depended on it, left quickly....pooof they gone!...they didnt play so well....scratch golfers but i guess the pressure got to them....or maybe it was me..." hey guys, you playing golf today?  this will be a fun time eh?" one fella, i nicknamed "redass."  this guy never fuggen smiled and walked like he had poison ivy in his crack....this guy wouldnt smile if he won the mega millions....what gives...? 

i had bad gas that day and i took it to the course with me....there is only so many times you can blame your output on the east side aroma...pretty much sure that they knew it was coming from the geritol guy...the fella with the white hair and walked with a limp...i did look great tho...always do when i golf....tommy b silk pants...lacoste golf shirt with pocket (for me dip can)....mizuno white golf hat...not wearing visors much anymore....apparently im balding because me head gets burnt now...fuggen old guy....

I played well....one double booger...finished with a bird...lots of pars...several boogers...struck it well....nice big ole draw that caught the fancy of me mates....love to bend it...just makes the game more fun....


oh well....gateway is having a match play tourney in a couple of weeks...my luck, ill  have to spend 5 hours with redass....