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Post by Ghost Writer on Oct 31, 2011 11:14:49 GMT -6
The GW must apologize for not getting to this sooner but I am currently attending to some heavenly duties tied to our big HolidayDay tomorrow, "All Saints Day". As I am sure you will all agree by now, being a major figure in that mix, it is a first things first rule that wins out. However, the GW will be hosting his big Halloween Bash, by invitation only, tonight and will report on all the festivities. I still need a few of you to pick up your costumes. I gotta fly now, talk to all my earthly fans soon.
Defender of the Saints
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Post by Ghost Writer on Nov 1, 2011 7:53:03 GMT -6
First, the GW would like to thank one and all who showed up at his Halloween Bash last night. As promised I am announcing the winner of the Marilyn Monroe (white dress) look a like contest and it goes to New-B with Coach501 a close second followed by JV Mom and Drop Ball. Sorry, what happens in the clouds does not stay in the clouds. Although the party was memorable, it has the GW thinking about my favorite Halloween over the years and one stands out among the others. It was back in the day at a not too fictional location. It was a cool, brisk, moonlit night. The trick or treaters were coming around by the cloud load. The first one at the door was dressed as Ebenezer Scrooge. He requested no candy and asked for only money instead, cash preferred. I pulled off his mask and it was little Billy Dowell. What an early stage entrepreneur! Right behind him was a boy dressed as Dennis the Menace and he was causing all kinds of trouble, fighting, cursing and hitting the other trick or treaters. His name was Racsan, as I recall, and I immediately thought that the kid will surely give people fits down the road. Next in line was a little girl dressed as Pinochio. Her nose was extremely long. I asked her why it was so long and she said that it grew every time she lied. As I gave her a box of milk duds I heard her mother say, "get down here Laura Watten and let the other kids have a chance". While it takes a lot to "spook" the GW, the next trickster was dressed as the Devil himself. He had a red face, a pitchfork and a long tail. He was jabbing the pitchfork into the other kids telling them he was the best at everything. He wouldn't stop until I agreed to address him as Mr. I asked Mr. what, and his reply was, MrMan. That kid was trouble and I look for him to be in jail one day. Luckily, right behind him was a little Angel in the whitest costume with floating-like wings. She politely said hello, my name is Jan Smartwater and I would like to thank you for giving all of the children candy. She had an angelic smile and all I could think is that they don't make kids like that anymore. The next two kids came up together, one as a Citgo gas station attendant and the other as the neighborhood vagabond. I said you boys look like you belong together what are your names? I didn't understand what they meant when they quickly replied TRT and Surfishin. What kind of names were they? How creepy! As they were walking away I heard the short one say, "hey man, the candy in this neighborhood sucks, I'm going to get the rest of the kids (except that one hanging out on the Wilson's front porch) and head out to Catonsville, the candy is better over there". The Citgo clown answered, "not me, I've done my one block for the year. I'm going home to chill on the couch and study for the Spelling Bee tomorrow". The candy was flowing out the door very quickly, and just then the fattest kid of the night came to the door. I asked him why no costume. He said that getting dressed up would cut into his candy collecting time and he wanted to get and eat all that he could. He said his name was Heavy and that I needed to give him extra Snickers bars or he wasn't leaving. I was afraid he was going to take a bite out of my hand so I complied. The next kid was wearing a strange costume. He had what appeared to be several different softball uniforms on. I saw parts of one team's uniform, then parts of another and still parts of another. The child was obviously confused, not knowing which team he wanted to be with. I wonder what happened to him? Speaking of uniforms, the next little kid came up with a Chicago Cubs uniform on. I couldn't understand why a local kid would dress up as a Cub's player. He said that following a "big loser" was something he enjoyed. I asked him his name and all that he would say was DHF. I wonder what team he was going to follow next? Probably another "loser". The costumes started to get even crazier. A boy dressed as Fidel Castro pulled a gun on me demanding candy and shouted, I am El Presidente. Good things bullets go right through me or I would have been terribly afraid. I am sure that he will turn into a Real Turd, if he ever grows up. Now the next "treater" was a little girl dressed as a turtle. I said to her "who are you little girl and why do you want to be a turtle"? She said that her name was OpticY and that turtles were very tough with a hard shell and nothing bothers them. I said, that while I agreed with her about them being very hard, being a Turtle is not all that it is cracked up to be. I said you might be better off being a Tiger or a Retriever. The costumes were great and the kids were really into their characters. But as I think back I wonder if I was just seeing kids in their costumes or were these kids really just being themselves? It doesn't really matter because the GW had one heckuva Halloween and had the chance to meet many of the neighborhood's best kids. Defender of the Right to Dream
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Post by New-B on Nov 1, 2011 8:49:45 GMT -6
Another Classic. Two thumbs Up...
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Post by The Real Truf on Nov 1, 2011 9:22:39 GMT -6
Another Classic. Two thumbs Up... lol. Yeah ... but he did misspell Pinocchio !!!
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Post by Ghost Writer on Nov 1, 2011 10:25:05 GMT -6
Truf, you are right to point out that mistake. In fact the GW has a confession to make. We have a multitude of guests up here today and I have had to outsource the past two posts to "our writer's pool". Now, Matthew and Mark usually do a great job but you just never know what you will get out of Luke or John. I will talk to my Father, if I can get him away from watching my show off twin brother doing his bread and fish thing, and have this matter attended to.
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Post by surfishin on Nov 1, 2011 10:50:57 GMT -6
That was the all-time best. Maybe better than the Night Before Christmas (softball version). It should be published with every tournament entry fee, for a price, of course.
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Post by The Real Truf on Nov 1, 2011 11:45:11 GMT -6
Truf, you are right to point out that mistake. In fact the GW has a confession to make. We have a multitude of guests up here today and I have had to outsource the past two posts to "our writer's pool". Now, Matthew and Mark usually do a great job but you just never know what you will get out of Luke or John. I will talk to my Father, if I can get him away from watching my show off twin brother doing his bread and fish thing, and have this matter attended to. Defender of Good Writing Well ... maybe the next time just have Moses chisel your post for you in cement !!!
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Post by The Real Truf on Nov 2, 2011 4:26:20 GMT -6
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Post by coach501 on Nov 2, 2011 8:28:39 GMT -6
First, the GW would like to thank one and all who showed up at his Halloween Bash last night. As promised I am announcing the winner of the Marilyn Monroe (white dress) look a like contest and it goes to New-B with Coach501 a close second followed by JV Mom and Drop Ball. Sorry, what happens in the clouds does not stay in the clouds. Although the party was memorable, it has the GW thinking about my favorite Halloween over the years and one stands out among the others. It was back in the day at a not too fictional location. It was a cool, brisk, moonlit night. The trick or treaters were coming around by the cloud load. The first one at the door was dressed as Ebenezer Scrooge. He requested no candy and asked for only money instead, cash preferred. I pulled off his mask and it was little Billy Dowell. What an early stage entrepreneur! Right behind him was a boy dressed as Dennis the Menace and he was causing all kinds of trouble, fighting, cursing and hitting the other trick or treaters. His name was Racsan, as I recall, and I immediately thought that the kid will surely give people fits down the road. Next in line was a little girl dressed as Pinochio. Her nose was extremely long. I asked her why it was so long and she said that it grew every time she lied. As I gave her a box of milk duds I heard her mother say, "get down here Laura Watten and let the other kids have a chance". While it takes a lot to "spook" the GW, the next trickster was dressed as the Devil himself. He had a red face, a pitchfork and a long tail. He was jabbing the pitchfork into the other kids telling them he was the best at everything. He wouldn't stop until I agreed to address him as Mr. I asked Mr. what, and his reply was, MrMan. That kid was trouble and I look for him to be in jail one day. Luckily, right behind him was a little Angel in the whitest costume with floating-like wings. She politely said hello, my name is Jan Smartwater and I would like to thank you for giving all of the children candy. She had an angelic smile and all I could think is that they don't make kids like that anymore. The next two kids came up together, one as a Citgo gas station attendant and the other as the neighborhood vagabond. I said you boys look like you belong together what are your names? I didn't understand what they meant when they quickly replied TRT and Surfishin. What kind of names were they? How creepy! As they were walking away I heard the short one say, "hey man, the candy in this neighborhood sucks, I'm going to get the rest of the kids (except that one hanging out on the Wilson's front porch) and head out to Catonsville, the candy is better over there". The Citgo clown answered, "not me, I've done my one block for the year. I'm going home to chill on the couch and study for the Spelling Bee tomorrow". The candy was flowing out the door very quickly, and just then the fattest kid of the night came to the door. I asked him why no costume. He said that getting dressed up would cut into his candy collecting time and he wanted to get and eat all that he could. He said his name was Heavy and that I needed to give him extra Snickers bars or he wasn't leaving. I was afraid he was going to take a bite out of my hand so I complied. The next kid was wearing a strange costume. He had what appeared to be several different softball uniforms on. I saw parts of one team's uniform, then parts of another and still parts of another. The child was obviously confused, not knowing which team he wanted to be with. I wonder what happened to him? Speaking of uniforms, the next little kid came up with a Chicago Cubs uniform on. I couldn't understand why a local kid would dress up as a Cub's player. He said that following a "big loser" was something he enjoyed. I asked him his name and all that he would say was DHF. I wonder what team he was going to follow next? Probably another "loser". The costumes started to get even crazier. A boy dressed as Fidel Castro pulled a gun on me demanding candy and shouted, I am El Presidente. Good things bullets go right through me or I would have been terribly afraid. I am sure that he will turn into a Real Turd, if he ever grows up. Now the next "treater" was a little girl dressed as a turtle. I said to her "who are you little girl and why do you want to be a turtle"? She said that her name was OpticY and that turtles were very tough with a hard shell and nothing bothers them. I said, that while I agreed with her about them being very hard, being a Turtle is not all that it is cracked up to be. I said you might be better off being a Tiger or a Retriever. The costumes were great and the kids were really into their characters. But as I think back I wonder if I was just seeing kids in their costumes or were these kids really just being themselves? It doesn't really matter because the GW had one heckuva Halloween and had the chance to meet many of the neighborhood's best kids. Defender of the Right to Dream An Instant Clasic!
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Post by Ghost Writer on Nov 2, 2011 10:23:55 GMT -6
Truf, while the GW is not of the flesh, the importance of keeping in shape is important. I must admit, the guy drawing on the white board got on my nerves so badly that I ended the viewing of that awful video before the end. But suffice it to say, being a fat slob is not in anyone's best interest. If you are coaching young athletes and you look like you are one Happy Meal away from a heart attack, you should assess your lifestyle. How can you field a legitimate team and push the girls to be their best, when you can't take care of yourself? That goes for parents as well. How many out of shape fathers and mothers are all over their kids for this or that performance-wise, all the while as they sit in their over sized lounge chairs with a cooler filled with snacks and goodies, smoking cigarettes, starting trouble and strife among the other parents, and having their pants undone like Al Bundy sitting in his favorite chair. Have some self pride people! If you look that bad, have liposuction or get a gastric bypass. It's been done before in softball. Women, if breast implants help your image, do it. Whatever it takes. When you travel with your teams let the other teams know that everyone associated with your organization is serious about looking good. If you look like you are from Pasadena or Glen Burnie, wear a mask or a lot of makeup. Look your best and your team will be one up on the opposition. Defender of Looking Good
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Post by Drop Ball on Nov 2, 2011 11:47:32 GMT -6
First, the GW would like to thank one and all who showed up at his Halloween Bash last night. As promised I am announcing the winner of the Marilyn Monroe (white dress) look a like contest and it goes to New-B with Coach501 a close second followed by JV Mom and Drop Ball. Sorry, what happens in the clouds does not stay in the clouds. Although the party was memorable, it has the GW thinking about my favorite Halloween over the years and one stands out among the others. It was back in the day at a not too fictional location. It was a cool, brisk, moonlit night. The trick or treaters were coming around by the cloud load. The first one at the door was dressed as Ebenezer Scrooge. He requested no candy and asked for only money instead, cash preferred. I pulled off his mask and it was little Billy Dowell. What an early stage entrepreneur! Right behind him was a boy dressed as Dennis the Menace and he was causing all kinds of trouble, fighting, cursing and hitting the other trick or treaters. His name was Racsan, as I recall, and I immediately thought that the kid will surely give people fits down the road. Next in line was a little girl dressed as Pinochio. Her nose was extremely long. I asked her why it was so long and she said that it grew every time she lied. As I gave her a box of milk duds I heard her mother say, "get down here Laura Watten and let the other kids have a chance". While it takes a lot to "spook" the GW, the next trickster was dressed as the Devil himself. He had a red face, a pitchfork and a long tail. He was jabbing the pitchfork into the other kids telling them he was the best at everything. He wouldn't stop until I agreed to address him as Mr. I asked Mr. what, and his reply was, MrMan. That kid was trouble and I look for him to be in jail one day. Luckily, right behind him was a little Angel in the whitest costume with floating-like wings. She politely said hello, my name is Jan Smartwater and I would like to thank you for giving all of the children candy. She had an angelic smile and all I could think is that they don't make kids like that anymore. The next two kids came up together, one as a Citgo gas station attendant and the other as the neighborhood vagabond. I said you boys look like you belong together what are your names? I didn't understand what they meant when they quickly replied TRT and Surfishin. What kind of names were they? How creepy! As they were walking away I heard the short one say, "hey man, the candy in this neighborhood sucks, I'm going to get the rest of the kids (except that one hanging out on the Wilson's front porch) and head out to Catonsville, the candy is better over there". The Citgo clown answered, "not me, I've done my one block for the year. I'm going home to chill on the couch and study for the Spelling Bee tomorrow". The candy was flowing out the door very quickly, and just then the fattest kid of the night came to the door. I asked him why no costume. He said that getting dressed up would cut into his candy collecting time and he wanted to get and eat all that he could. He said his name was Heavy and that I needed to give him extra Snickers bars or he wasn't leaving. I was afraid he was going to take a bite out of my hand so I complied. The next kid was wearing a strange costume. He had what appeared to be several different softball uniforms on. I saw parts of one team's uniform, then parts of another and still parts of another. The child was obviously confused, not knowing which team he wanted to be with. I wonder what happened to him? Speaking of uniforms, the next little kid came up with a Chicago Cubs uniform on. I couldn't understand why a local kid would dress up as a Cub's player. He said that following a "big loser" was something he enjoyed. I asked him his name and all that he would say was DHF. I wonder what team he was going to follow next? Probably another "loser". The costumes started to get even crazier. A boy dressed as Fidel Castro pulled a gun on me demanding candy and shouted, I am El Presidente. Good things bullets go right through me or I would have been terribly afraid. I am sure that he will turn into a Real Turd, if he ever grows up. Now the next "treater" was a little girl dressed as a turtle. I said to her "who are you little girl and why do you want to be a turtle"? She said that her name was OpticY and that turtles were very tough with a hard shell and nothing bothers them. I said, that while I agreed with her about them being very hard, being a Turtle is not all that it is cracked up to be. I said you might be better off being a Tiger or a Retriever. The costumes were great and the kids were really into their characters. But as I think back I wonder if I was just seeing kids in their costumes or were these kids really just being themselves? It doesn't really matter because the GW had one heckuva Halloween and had the chance to meet many of the neighborhood's best kids. Defender of the Right to Dream Oh dear, fourth!
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Post by The Real Truf on Nov 2, 2011 13:03:21 GMT -6
First, the GW would like to thank one and all who showed up at his Halloween Bash last night. As promised I am announcing the winner of the Marilyn Monroe (white dress) look a like contest and it goes to New-B with Coach501 a close second followed by JV Mom and Drop Ball. Sorry, what happens in the clouds does not stay in the clouds. Although the party was memorable, it has the GW thinking about my favorite Halloween over the years and one stands out among the others. It was back in the day at a not too fictional location. It was a cool, brisk, moonlit night. The trick or treaters were coming around by the cloud load. The first one at the door was dressed as Ebenezer Scrooge. He requested no candy and asked for only money instead, cash preferred. I pulled off his mask and it was little Billy Dowell. What an early stage entrepreneur! Right behind him was a boy dressed as Dennis the Menace and he was causing all kinds of trouble, fighting, cursing and hitting the other trick or treaters. His name was Racsan, as I recall, and I immediately thought that the kid will surely give people fits down the road. Next in line was a little girl dressed as Pinochio. Her nose was extremely long. I asked her why it was so long and she said that it grew every time she lied. As I gave her a box of milk duds I heard her mother say, "get down here Laura Watten and let the other kids have a chance". While it takes a lot to "spook" the GW, the next trickster was dressed as the Devil himself. He had a red face, a pitchfork and a long tail. He was jabbing the pitchfork into the other kids telling them he was the best at everything. He wouldn't stop until I agreed to address him as Mr. I asked Mr. what, and his reply was, MrMan. That kid was trouble and I look for him to be in jail one day. Luckily, right behind him was a little Angel in the whitest costume with floating-like wings. She politely said hello, my name is Jan Smartwater and I would like to thank you for giving all of the children candy. She had an angelic smile and all I could think is that they don't make kids like that anymore. The next two kids came up together, one as a Citgo gas station attendant and the other as the neighborhood vagabond. I said you boys look like you belong together what are your names? I didn't understand what they meant when they quickly replied TRT and Surfishin. What kind of names were they? How creepy! As they were walking away I heard the short one say, "hey man, the candy in this neighborhood sucks, I'm going to get the rest of the kids (except that one hanging out on the Wilson's front porch) and head out to Catonsville, the candy is better over there". The Citgo clown answered, "not me, I've done my one block for the year. I'm going home to chill on the couch and study for the Spelling Bee tomorrow". The candy was flowing out the door very quickly, and just then the fattest kid of the night came to the door. I asked him why no costume. He said that getting dressed up would cut into his candy collecting time and he wanted to get and eat all that he could. He said his name was Heavy and that I needed to give him extra Snickers bars or he wasn't leaving. I was afraid he was going to take a bite out of my hand so I complied. The next kid was wearing a strange costume. He had what appeared to be several different softball uniforms on. I saw parts of one team's uniform, then parts of another and still parts of another. The child was obviously confused, not knowing which team he wanted to be with. I wonder what happened to him? Speaking of uniforms, the next little kid came up with a Chicago Cubs uniform on. I couldn't understand why a local kid would dress up as a Cub's player. He said that following a "big loser" was something he enjoyed. I asked him his name and all that he would say was DHF. I wonder what team he was going to follow next? Probably another "loser". The costumes started to get even crazier. A boy dressed as Fidel Castro pulled a gun on me demanding candy and shouted, I am El Presidente. Good things bullets go right through me or I would have been terribly afraid. I am sure that he will turn into a Real Turd, if he ever grows up. Now the next "treater" was a little girl dressed as a turtle. I said to her "who are you little girl and why do you want to be a turtle"? She said that her name was OpticY and that turtles were very tough with a hard shell and nothing bothers them. I said, that while I agreed with her about them being very hard, being a Turtle is not all that it is cracked up to be. I said you might be better off being a Tiger or a Retriever. The costumes were great and the kids were really into their characters. But as I think back I wonder if I was just seeing kids in their costumes or were these kids really just being themselves? It doesn't really matter because the GW had one heckuva Halloween and had the chance to meet many of the neighborhood's best kids. Defender of the Right to Dream Oh dear, fourth! Yeah ... Seeing who all is in the mix there, if I were you, I'd demand a recount. Who counted up the votes ... JVDad?
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Post by surfishin on Nov 2, 2011 14:20:08 GMT -6
I can't believe she finished 4th behind that group. RECOUNT!
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Post by LSL Dad on Nov 2, 2011 15:02:56 GMT -6
Oh dear, fourth! Yeah ... Seeing who all is in the mix there, if I were you, I'd demand a recount. Who counted up the votes ... JVDad? You can't blame me. I was left out of the party.
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Post by georgejetson on Nov 2, 2011 16:35:30 GMT -6
GW.. I'm sure you can shed some light on this perplexing on going issue of local recruiting.
I am speaking of the coaches from Georgetown, George Washington, and University of Maryland.
As coaches from institutions of higher education why is it that they can find their way to Colorado, Florida, and California several times a year, but are incapable of finding their way to Bachman? I see this weekend they will again be headede to Florida.
I can see if they had successful programs and were kicking some serious butt during the season. Their records are absymal at best! Obviously their all out recruiting of second tier Cali, and FL girls isn't helping them get far.
If they were basketball or football coaches and their records were like this they would be outta here! They've had their jobs for much longer than most coaches. I know softball isn't a revenue generating sport and they've been able to fly under the radar, but it's nuts! The one thing you can say is at least the student- athlete got a degree at a good school. In this job market one needs all the help one can get.
Ok i'll get off of my soapbox now
Your thoughts
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