SomeGuy wrote:
....The mouse with his stomach stapled, will play. Mac is gone, right? I can't remember if he leaves today or Monday or whenever. Good for him, he has no stomach for war, no strength to carry the torch, to bear the flag and make his presence felt. He had a golden opportunity twice this week to take the first of many shots to cripple the BernSTINE Empire and lead us all to victory, he failed to do that. Instead he slinked away, he clammed up and let BernSTINE carry the day without a shot being fired in anger. There is a war on, Mac, we need you....we need you in the drive time slot. You're our only hope.
Here is the straight PoopCup.
-The NHL season is tucked away for good. BernSTINE gave his station decree and Mac has no choice but to follow for fear of being brow beaten. Old Mac ,and that is to say Young Mac, would have never taken orders from BernSTINE like some 3rd rate server, but these are different days and Mac is BernSTINE'S subordinate.
-Baseball Talk! BernSTINE sat Mac down in a dimly lit room and kindly "explained" to Mac that all baseball talk must be SABR/Numbers based, no more talk about stealing bases and no more talk about batting averages or the 2005 White Sox. Mac will be a good little soldier and follow the rule of law handed down by his lord and commander, Dan BernSTINE.
-NBA TALK - BernSTINE likes the NBA, Mac is privy to his every whim so Mac must oblige him. That's why Mac is going to cottage for 4 weeks, he's going to learn about the NBA, BernSTINE has sent away for an entire month to get the juicy details on HUGE BLACK STUDS, opening mail, drinking coffee, Jason Caffey's kids, Pippens budding MMA career, landmarks, pivots, slashing, rotate and giant mounds of rippling, glistening ebony muscle.
-NFL TALK- NO MORE BUFFONE. He is done. No more NW Indiana football talk and every football discussion must involve CTE talk and why it's NOT.A.CONCUSSION.PROBLEM.
SO there it is, folks. Mac has waived the white flag and will now be taking orders from King BernSTINE, that's it. With Mac gone to exile in the Great White North to learn about a bevy of subjects that BernSTINE laid out for him, Meat will be all alone to carry the almost extinguished torch of the once Dangerous Danny Mac. It's flickering, it's fading...it's about done. Well, maybe Meat gets pushed to the edge and explodes...maybe lashes out on Twitter, maybe he pees in someones coffee...maybe he just fucking loses it and does what Mac refuses to do.....we can all dream, can't we? But this dream....has become a nightmare.
Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it's someplace that you've been
You see you'd love to run home
But you know you ain't got one
Cause you're livin' in a world
That you're best forgotten around here
You choke down all your anger
Forget your only son
You pray to statues when you sober up for fun
Your anger don't impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell on the losers day parade
You see you'd love to run home
But you know you ain't got one
'Cause you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten
And when you're thinkin of a joke
And nobody's gonna listen
To the one small point
I know they been missin' round here
Mac has one more day left, he wouldnt miss the parade. Candyman's out today, because his "long planned" trip to the the southern part of the state simply couldn't be changed.