And Here Come The Pretzels!: at least he didn't get shot

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

An Open Letter To Carmelo Anthony

YOU ARE A FUCKING MILLIONAIRE. HIRE SOMEONE TO DRIVE FOR YOU OR CALL A FUCKING CAB.

Sincerely,

Phony Gwynn

This Site Is Under Construction

Because we only update it once or twice a week. On a good week. But you know what? We've got lives, man. Big, hairy, beautiful lives that involve loving, and drinking, and cursing, and laughing, and screwing, and falling down, and shooting hoops on mild winter days, and getting threatened by a team of Puerto Ricans in the South Bronx because a couple changeups strayed inside and grazed their jerseys, and staring out the window and wondering when the canary of destiny is going to land on our lap so we may pet its sweet, ruffled feathers before it flies away. Sometimes, sports are our canary. Other times it's a buzzard with herpes and a paternity suit. Either way, we sit at the windowsill, patiently waiting.

And Here Come The Pretzels!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

An Open Letter To Carmelo Anthony

This Site Is Under Construction

Salty Dogs

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And Here Come The Pretzels!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

An Open Letter To Carmelo Anthony

This Site Is Under Construction

Salty Dogs

Blog Archive

How should Roger Clemens be punished for his bullying, lying ways?

Get Yo' Pretzels, Son!

Other Good Things

YEAH.