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Post by inger on May 6, 2019 20:06:20 GMT -5
Everytime I see Vogelbach now, I will think of Chi's "fat slob" tag. Did you watch the Giants series? Plenty of Panda Sandoval wannabes on that team. Fatty, fatty Four by four Couldn’t fit through The kitchen door |
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Post by pippsheadache on May 6, 2019 20:07:34 GMT -5
Everytime I see Vogelbach now, I will think of Chi's "fat slob" tag. Did you watch the Giants series? Plenty of Panda Sandoval wannabes on that team. Yeah, lots of tonnage. They need to distribute that weight on the team flights. |
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Post by rizzuto on May 6, 2019 20:10:32 GMT -5
Oh man. Creme de la creme. Perpetual motion. Pure basketball, no BS. His resting heart rate was in the mid-fifties... mine was too a few years back. It’s in the 60’s now as a reaction to one of my medications. I recall a funny situation with a doctor once. I was concerned that my heart rate had gotten down to 51. So, I make an appointment. This young doctor says that it’s okay, but if it gets down to 49, I should be concerned... Didn’t know whether to defecate or have a sight deficiency at that point, if you get my drift... When I was fifteen, my heart rate was 38 beats per minute. The physician accused me of being on drugs. I told him Bjorn Borg had the same heart rate. He made me take a drug test and would not sign my release to play basketball. A week later, he appeared angry and disappointed when the results were negative. Missed a week of varsity practice. |
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Post by inger on May 6, 2019 20:10:57 GMT -5
I wondered if Chasen Bradford was related to the knuckle-scraping submariner Chad Bradford. But apparently not. Bet there were a ton of those guys back in the Neanderthal League. Can you imagine how hard it was to hit HR’s of a submarining rock hurler...especially if the rock was flat and you could snap your wrist? Or maybe snapping the wrist was only in the Cro-Magnon League. I’ve forgotten, and lost my stone tablet with the history of those leagues. I think I broke it up for gravel for the yard... |
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Post by inger on May 6, 2019 20:12:22 GMT -5
His resting heart rate was in the mid-fifties... mine was too a few years back. It’s in the 60’s now as a reaction to one of my medications. I recall a funny situation with a doctor once. I was concerned that my heart rate had gotten down to 51. So, I make an appointment. This young doctor says that it’s okay, but if it gets down to 49, I should be concerned... Didn’t know whether to defecate or have a sight deficiency at that point, if you get my drift... When I was fifteen, my heart rate was 38 beats per minute. The physician accused me of being on drugs. I told him Bjorn Borg had the same heart rate. He made me take a drug test and would not sign my release to play basketball. A week later, he appeared angry and disappointed when the results were negative. Missed a week of varsity practice. Thirty-eight! Dang, you might be reptilian... I love it! I doubted anyone here had a lower heart rate than mine! |
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Post by pippsheadache on May 6, 2019 20:12:48 GMT -5
Did you watch the Giants series? Plenty of Panda Sandoval wannabes on that team. Fatty, fatty Four by four Couldn’t fit through The kitchen door Cold but third grade funny. Do kids still get called Fatso? My grandfather used to play a record called "Roly Poly." One line I remember in there was "daddy's little fatty." There was a Howlin' Wolf song "300 pounds of Joy." Okay, need to button up. |
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Post by rizzuto on May 6, 2019 20:13:49 GMT -5
I wondered if Chasen Bradford was related to the knuckle-scraping submariner Chad Bradford. But apparently not. Bet there were a ton of those guys back in the Neanderthal League. Can you imagine how hard it was to hit HR’s of a submarining rock hurler...especially if the rock was flat and you could snap your wrist? Or maybe snapping the wrist was only in the Cro-Magnon League. I’ve forgotten, and lost my stone tablet with the history of those leagues. I think I broke it up for gravel for the yard... Good thing you didn’t discover the Rosetta Stone. The map to a dead language would be abutting a flower garden. |
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Post by inger on May 6, 2019 20:14:03 GMT -5
This game was lightning fast for a game with ten runs scored!!!
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Post by pippsheadache on May 6, 2019 20:14:14 GMT -5
His resting heart rate was in the mid-fifties... mine was too a few years back. It’s in the 60’s now as a reaction to one of my medications. I recall a funny situation with a doctor once. I was concerned that my heart rate had gotten down to 51. So, I make an appointment. This young doctor says that it’s okay, but if it gets down to 49, I should be concerned... Didn’t know whether to defecate or have a sight deficiency at that point, if you get my drift... When I was fifteen, my heart rate was 38 beats per minute. The physician accused me of being on drugs. I told him Bjorn Borg had the same heart rate. He made me take a drug test and would not sign my release to play basketball. A week later, he appeared angry and disappointed when the results were negative. Missed a week of varsity practice. That's Herman Munster territory, man. |
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Post by chiyankee on May 6, 2019 20:14:43 GMT -5
That was as nasty as I've ever seen Cessa.
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Post by inger on May 6, 2019 20:15:17 GMT -5
Bet there were a ton of those guys back in the Neanderthal League. Can you imagine how hard it was to hit HR’s of a submarining rock hurler...especially if the rock was flat and you could snap your wrist? Or maybe snapping the wrist was only in the Cro-Magnon League. I’ve forgotten, and lost my stone tablet with the history of those leagues. I think I broke it up for gravel for the yard... Good thing you didn’t discover the Rosetta Stone. The map to a dead language would be abutting a flower garden. Well, it would only be a-butting if’n It was a goat now, wouldn’t it?... |
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Post by pippsheadache on May 6, 2019 20:15:55 GMT -5
That was as nasty as I've ever seen Cessa. Yep. After Holder, great pen work. |
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Post by inger on May 6, 2019 20:17:06 GMT -5
When I was fifteen, my heart rate was 38 beats per minute. The physician accused me of being on drugs. I told him Bjorn Borg had the same heart rate. He made me take a drug test and would not sign my release to play basketball. A week later, he appeared angry and disappointed when the results were negative. Missed a week of varsity practice. That's Herman Munster territory, man. Lol... Slayed me right there, Pipps...My heart rate went to zero... I am dead... Hmmm. So far, it’s not bad. I’ll keep you guys posted on it... |
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Post by inger on May 6, 2019 20:19:49 GMT -5
That was as nasty as I've ever seen Cessa. Yep. After Holder, great pen work. I checked the box score. Holder did NOT get credit for a hold. He did get one hitter out, though... |
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Post by inger on May 6, 2019 20:21:38 GMT -5
Fatty, fatty Four by four Couldn’t fit through The kitchen door Cold but third grade funny. Do kids still get called Fatso? My grandfather used to play a record called "Roly Poly." One line I remember in there was "daddy's little fatty." There was a Howlin' Wolf song "300 pounds of Joy." Okay, need to button up. Me mudder taught me that one. Oh for the days when fat was fat...Now it’s “blubbery challenged” or something like that... |
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