Comments' Comments

On occasion someone will give me a hard time for not responding to intermittent comments from readers.  As I've never done this before, and, as it seems to work for Bill Simmons, below are my comments to the last few comments posted in response to various blog entries:  

In response to "Shame" Ryan from New Jersey said...
Aren't we all friends here? What's with the aliases? You act as if you guys killed someone that night. Oh my god - did you?
PS. - you are a huge meat ball.
PSS. - I'm sure you won't post this just like you never post my responses.
PSSS. - turf toe=turf blow.

Ryan, by "here" do you mean the internet? Because everyone short of the homeless has internet access.  And as some of the players in "Shame" happen to hold public offices -one of them is actually running for president (vote Huckabee!)- I think I owe it to them not to reveal their identities on the world wide web, especially when recounting how one of them was so drunk he felt compelled to pull his dick out for no reason, mid-conversation.  That'd be a real campaign killer.       

I am a huge meat ball.  No argument there.

I always post your responses. The only reason I gave myself the power to reject comments on this blog before they're posted is because certain individuals, who again shall remain nameless, were overly critical, to put it lightly, of my dad and his Led Zeppelin criticism that he posted as a guest writer. He's a sensitive guy. And the apple never falls far... :(

In college, a buddy and I were challenged to a game of two on two football in what was billed as a clash between "Skinnies" and "Fats".  My team, the Fats, was comprised of myself and a friend of ours who was also played football in high school.  Our opponents, the Skinnies, was comprised of two of my skinny roommates that smoked weed and got stuffed in lockers in high school.  For them this was a shot at redemption.  For us, the game began as a vehicle for comedy that later became a source of stress.  What if we ended up losing?  It worked out in the end as the Fats prevailed, though the Skinnies would likely argue the fact to this very day.  A day later, when I arrived home from class, I found my the walls of my room covered in pieces of paper prominently displaying taunts.  "Skinnies Rule Fats Drool!" read one.  "Turf Toe = Turf Blow" read another.  To be honest I forget the rest but we I remember most, if not all of them, were hilarious.   The whole thing was a kind of satirical play on our former high school selves.  At least that's how I saw it.    

In response to "OK, Last One for Real" Joe Whelan, from somewhere in Giants' country, wrote...

Not sure who you are or how you 'took a punch for me' but I think you have me confused with someone else. That's not me in your you tube video in Germany. Sorry bud! Thanks for posting my story on your blog though.

Joe Whelan, see the picture of me in the upper right?  That's me.  You don't remember me from college??  I thought I'd told the story clearly.  Upon further review, I can see how Joe Whelan mistook my referring to "Joey", who is the star of the YouTube clip, is a buddy of mine, and whom I did take a punch for, for a reference to him.  I had a brief verbal altercation with Joe Whelan in the immediate aftermath of having been punched in the face for trying to break up a one sided fight.  Is Joe Whelan trying patronizing me?  It's difficult to tell for sure.  I'll give him the benefit of the doubt because his story is absolutely amazing.  Not to mention our sole interaction was fueled by alcohol.      

Mr. Tallent, of South Boston, said in response to "Music Videos I've Been Obsessed With Over the Past 15 Years Or So"...

The November Rain video is great. The best part is when it starts raining at that wedding and the guy jumps right through the wedding cake. HAHAHAHA It was only rain there was no need to jump through the wedding cake.

I think it's safe to say that anyone who has ever seen this video would wholeheartedly agree, though perhaps they have never really thought about it before.  That part of the video makes absolutely no sense.  Something that nonsensical?  Definitely Axl Rose's creative input.  

My cousin Kate, of Tennessee, said in response to my Giant Superbowl gloating:

I am jealous that you live in a city that is so erroneously arrogant about their sports franchises that when the Giants single handedly thwarted the Pat’s perfect season people actually noticed.

I did my fair share of lamenting the fact that I spent Superbowl Sunday in Boston with Patriot fans.  Kate's sentiments actually opened my eyes.  The worst thing for sports' fan isn't a rivalry, it's ambivalence.  Also, I'm glad Kate found her way to my crappy blog.  I just hope that she doesn't think less of me after having had a romp through the mind of this moron.  

Anonymous, from somewhere, in response to the picture of Rycree that accompanied "Superbowl Diction" said... 

oc-o (original comb-over) said... glad to see the Creeman has embraced the comb-over

I'm not so sure he's embraced it, so much as he may have just gotten a bad haircut.  More importantly, who is this person who has dubbed himself "oc-o"?  Who would want to take credit for getting the original bad haircut?  

In response to the same entry Ryan, of Massachusetts, said...

Best coach in the game.
Best big-game qb in the game.
Best wideout in the game.
Best passing down rb in the backfield, in the game.
Best d-line in the game.
Best shutdown corner in the game.= Patriots finishing the best season in NFL history on Feb. 3rd with a W

CLASSIC!  I guarantee that when Ryan reads this portion of this blog he grits his teeth, curses my name under his breath, and pounds his closed fist against the table/desk....IN THAT ORDER!   

In response to "Whoops", Chester Copperpot, of some cave from the set of Goonies, said...

At least he didn't bust in and puke on you. I have seen it happen.

At a work event at some swanky hotel, presumably before he went to look for One-Eyed Willy's treasure and either starved to death or failed to anticipate one of countless booby traps, Chester stormed into the bathroom threw the first stall door open and, in his haste, failed to make note of the guy peeing in the stall before he threw up all over his back.   

Cree, of Brooklyn, strangely proclaimed in response to "Now Boarding"...

Welcome aboard. As I mentioned in my autobiography, sometimes I like to sit naked in front of my high-powered fan in my room with my genitals submerged in a bowl of ice water while I blast Nadja through headphones and into my soul.

"Stays Demons" is particularly enjoyable in this state:
http://www.alien8recordings.com/releases/168/Touched

Whoa.  Refilling ice trays as we speak...