One day until the Cleveland Indians return to the Playoffs, and we couldn’t be more excited.
Despite Jack Cobra expecting the Yankees to dominate the Tribe, we’re thinking the exact opposite is gonna happen.
This is either because we haven’t followed baseball since 2001 or because Baron Davis has one of them Yardbarker blogs, and when he writes on it IT GETS ALL LIKE AW YEAH!! UNGGGHHH.
I’ve been traveling a lot, back and forth, in and out of the country; they’ve given me a new nickname: INTERNATIONAL BOOM! a/k/a iBOOM, because I got so many features… j/k, I’m happy to be a part of the Yardbarker family, I wanted to get involved and reach fans, connect with them, on the upfront and personal level, no Fluff, ALL PERSONALITY gotta CHERISH THE MOMENT! I’m happy to be on the Yard with TAURASI, WE’RE SUPPOSE TO HAVE A KID TOGETHER, I KNOW BABY, I HAVEN’T FORGOT!!!… THE OTHER NUMBER 5, EAGLE BOY MCNABB… G. ODEN… HAKIM “SKINNY” WARRICK…. AND MIKE “THE DRIBBLE MACHINE” CONLEY!!! Check out this video I shot the day before I left for training camp…
Now, if you’re not down with internet lingo, capital letters means you’re supposed to be yelling those words as loud as you can, and “j/k” means “jack knifing”, which is 7th-grader swimming lingo.
(We had a friend named “J.K.” once. We always thought that was cool, especially because we never knew what it stood for. We also kissed his roommate’s girlfriend once. We weren’t friends after that, although we’re not sure why. It was his roommate’s girlfriend, not his. Maybe he kissed her once, too.
Maybe everyone loved this girl. When we say that, we don’t mean like everyone kissed her – we mean like maybe she was one of those girls that everyone was secretly in love with. (Because she was spunky and full of life, and could pull angry young men from their late 90s, Fight Club inspired doldrums.)
For the record, we weren’t in love with her, and embraced our Fight Club angst. We just kissed her because we’d had too much to drink. Also, that same night we called her Sara, when her name was really Samantha. Everyone called her Sam, which made this whole thing with everyone kissing her a gender-bending logistical nightmare.
Like, we had to go to our roommate and be like, “Dude, I kissed Sam last night.” See, he had a brother name Sam, who was also in the area and who we hung around with a lot. Naturally, since it’s his brother, he thinks of him before the spunky girl who goes out with J.K.’s roommate.
So basically, for like 5 seconds about seven years ago, one of our best friends thought we were being gay with his little brother. Bizarre moment in an otherwise ordinary life.)
In conclusion, go Indians – YOU CAN WIN THE GAME YOU HAVE TO ADMIT THIS IS TRUE – jack-knife it baby!
NOTE: It just occured to us that if we went by something like “J.K.”, we would totally spell it “J/K” – if we were a musician, it would put us over the top into fame. We cannot do this because our initials are “B.S.”.
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iBOOM, eagle boy, g.oden, skinny, dribble machine and… taurasi.
well, there’s your cast for the live action justice league movie right there.
Ah, the jack-knife. The one-leg-out cannonball. Better splashes.
It is rarely used past age 14 – strange but true.
B.S = Brian Scalabrine? Sure would have time for the blog though…
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