Ostensibly Hoops

[crotch]

What really funny is the change in attitude in U*NC fans over the last two years. It's gone from "You're making this up, we don't do that kind of stuff." to "Everybody does it. We just cheat better than anybody else."

Maybe the heels will hang a 'We Cheat Better' banner to put beside their Helms one in the DD........

[hedge]

Your jealousy is palpable...

On a serious note, I hope you have a merry christmas, crotch. You're my favorite crotchety old UK fan...

[crotch]

Your jealousy is palpable...

On a serious note, I hope you have a merry christmas, crotch. You're my favorite crotchety old UK fan...

.... and a Merry Christmas to you and yours too, Hedge. Stay safe.

[Cats rule]

What really funny is the change in attitude in U*NC fans over the last two years. It's gone from "You're making this up, we don't do that kind of stuff." to "Everybody does it. We just cheat better than anybody else."

Maybe the heels will hang a 'We Cheat Better' banner to put beside their Helms one in the DD........

i suspect the next embarrassing banner hanging will come from i.u. hanging their "2012-2013 Indiana State Champion (Runner-Up)" banner; unless they decide to forego the hanging and use it to commemorate their newly commissioned trophy case

[Jungle Rat]

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap;


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of midday to objects below—
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name—
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer! Now, Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Dunder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall!
Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away! All!"

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.


He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.


He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings—then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle;
But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"

[Bklyn]

Just finished reading that to my parasites before bed tonight.

[Jungle Rat]

Me too. Just wanted to make sure nobody missed the chance.

[onion eyed gudgeon]

Oh hi, Rat.

I knew you missed me. Still jumping from behind school bus stops while wearing only a fluorescejt green naturalamb and groucho marx novelty glasses?

Arizona 2 - ACC 0

Bwahahahahahahahaha. Shit, we're in 1st in that conference, and its only christmas.

Speaking of christmas, have a safe and happy holiday season, fucksticks... yes, even you, Rat.

Go Arizona.

[crotch]

[Jungle Rat]

Im thankful that even the fucking wackos like Onion think of me on xmas.

[Cats rule]

Merry Christmas, all.

[Jungle Rat]

I thought these uniforms Xavier wore on Saturday were pretty cool. They'll be auctioned off with the $ going to Newtown.

[AugustWest]

Merry Christmas everybody. I hope all celebrations are happy and safe.

[aTm]

Re: crash's fantasy football email

League was $20 if I recall. I don't remember anybody setting the payout but tgp contests are usually runner up gets their money back and winner gets the fee from everyone else. BRM and eCat did the most setting up the league and trying to get members. Maybe they remember.

[Jungle Rat]

Winner takes all. Cheater.

[AlabamAlum]

Is it too late for me to join?

[aTm]

Rat, try not to suck so much at FF next year.

[Jungle Rat]

Maybe next year Ill actually pay attention if its more than a lousy $20.

[Bklyn]

That running gag by AA never gets old to me for some reason. Just like hedge's psycho cat link always amuses me.

[hedge]

Would you call Chopin psycho? Much like the Polish hypochondriac, that cat has perfect aesthetic control over his material. Passionate? Yes. Psycho? No..