Originally posted by: Farang
Originally posted by: 3chordcharlie
Originally posted by: Farang
Originally posted by: 3chordcharlie
Originally posted by: Farang
lol at idiots saying the players should have paid.
Well, they make so much money, and they're so lazy, and it cuts into league and owners profits quite a good bit.
I think instead of whining about more money, the players should just pay
each other's salaries. Manny could pay Curt, Alex could pay half the Yankees, and there would be much more left for the owners.
In fact, with a system like this, I'm SURE ticket prices would fall.
It is a business. They're paid what the owners think they're worth. The owners want them to go halfway around the world, something extra, they get paid extra. The owners want the coaches to go around the world, they pay the coaches, or they should pay the coaches. The players see the coaches not getting paid and are upset, walk out on the owners. The players aren't the ones pushing for the trip, it is the owners. Therefore the owners pay. What incentive is there for the players to pay?
Oh, right, because they afford it they should pay. Just like Bill Gates is a jackass for not buying me a six pack every night.. after all, he can afford it!
Why did everyone suddenly turn so stupid on this issue? Usually people here are somewhat reasonable.
*Offers Farang some batteries*
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... Anyway, about my washtub. I?d just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as... a walking bird. We'd always have walking bird on Thanksgiving with all the trimmings: cranberries, beloved patriot eyes, yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called "baseball"...
... Eh, why didn't you get something useful, like storm windows, or a nice pipe organ? I'm thirsty! Ew, what smells like mustard? There're sure a lot of ugly people in your neighborhood. Oh! Look at that one. Ow, my glaucoma just got worse. The president isn?t Democrat! Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat belt. Hello? [honks car horn] There are too many leaves in your walkway...
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Now where were we? Oh yeah - the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn?t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
Ah, there's an interesting story behind this nickel. In 1957, I remember it was, I got up in the morning and made myself a piece of toast. I set the toaster to three - medium brown...
I first took a fancy to Mrs. Bouvier because her raspy voice reminded me of my old Victrola. Oh, it was a fine machine with a vulcanized rubber listening tube which you crammed in your ear. The tube would go in easier with some sort of lubricant like linseed oil or Dr.
Not many people know this, but I own the first radio in Springfield. Not much on the air then, just Edison reciting the alphabet over and over. 'A' he'd say. Then 'B'. 'C' would usually follow...
My story begins in Nineteen dickety two. We had to say "dickety" because the Kaiser had stolen our word for "twenty." I chased him down the road but gave up after dickety-six miles...
Well you?re really asking two questions there. The first one takes me back to 1934. Admiral Burn had just reached the pole, only hours ahead of the Three Stooges...
... and I guess he won the argument, but I walked away with the turnips. The following morning I resigned my commission with the coastguard. The next thing I knew there was civil war in Spain...
... and, that?s everything which happened in my life right up to the time I got this phone call...
Three wars back we called Sauerkraut "liberty cabbage" and we called liberty cabbage "super slaw" and back then a suitcase was known as a "Swedish lunch box." Of course, nobody knew that but me. Anyway, long story short... is a phrase whose origins are complicated and rambling...
Then after World War Two, it got kinda quiet, 'till Superman challenged FDR to a race around the world. FDR beat him by a furlong, or so the comic books would have you believe. The truth lies somewhere in between...