@MJ_Baumann: We'll see if that changes once Cloyd gets his hands on this game. RT @hipsterboner Win expectancy is 96.3%

phdave wrote:

@MJ_Baumann: We'll see if that changes once Cloyd gets his hands on this game. RT @hipsterboner Win expectancy is 96.3%

Mathematical evidence not overwhelming enough I guess.

If there’s anything this season has taught me, it’s that dwelling on the negative when the team is good is cool and edgy and contrarian, but dwelling on the negative when the team is mediocre will just drive you up the gorram wall.

phdave wrote:Did everyone watch the youtube video I linked? The one after the discussion of leaving off "probably"? Cause that's some funny shit. Watch it until the end. I was showing my wife a bit of this thread yesterday and I showed her that and we laughed and laughed.

slugsrbad wrote:HOW DARE HE DRAG FIREFLY INTO THIS.

1. Gorram 274 up, 25 down
A homonymstic conjuction of the words "God" and "damn." Popular from the Joss Whedon television series "Firefly."

td11 wrote:

slugsrbad wrote:HOW DARE HE DRAG FIREFLY INTO THIS.

i don't watch the show, so i had to look it up

1. Gorram 274 up, 25 down
A homonymstic conjuction of the words "God" and "damn." Popular from the Joss Whedon television series "Firefly."

smitty wrote:

phdave wrote:Did everyone watch the youtube video I linked? The one after the discussion of leaving off "probably"? Cause that's some funny shit. Watch it until the end. I was showing my wife a bit of this thread yesterday and I showed her that and we laughed and laughed.

Just looked at it. I lol'd. That was from The Man With Two Brains with the hot version of Kathleen Turner, right?

Both of my parents are architects, fresh out of college in a depression, when the construction industry ground to a halt. My dad found a job in Rocky Mount, N.C., but without anything to design, their situation was tenuous until my mom took a job with the government in Philadelphia and they moved up north. That’s why I’m a Phillies fan rather than a Braves fan, because if the economy was prospering and my parents hadn’t moved, I’d have grown up around the Braves on TBS and people with accents out of The Dukes of Hazzard, never seriously considering the Phillies as the source of self-defining social belonging I consider them today.

Being a Phillies fan is one of the three or so most important social identifiers in my life right now, as sad as it seems when I put it like that, and over the past 10 years or so, that social identifier has caused me to experience almost literally every emotion possible, from shock to rage to confusion to the kind of unbridled, innocent exultation that makes the very revolution of the Earth seem to slow down.