I’ve been first and last. Look at how the time goes past. But I’m all alone at last. Rolling home to you. -Neil Young
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! Tom Glavine. The Mets’ other Tom Terrific. When there is trouble, I’m there on the double. From Atlantic to Pacific, they know Tom Terrific! Everybody’s waiting for Barry Bonds’ 756th bomb. Everybody’s waiting for A-Broad’s 500th. Not me. I’ll be watching the New York Metropolitans tonight. Meet the Mets. Meet the Mets. Step right up and greet the Mets! Bring your kiddies. Bring your wife. Guaranteed to have the time of your life.
Tommy Glavine’s having the time of his life. Tommy Glavine’s on his way to his 300th win. A milestone that still means something. Something big. Something real big. Big Game Tommy has 299 wins. If the Mets’ 41-year-old star lefty gets this win tonight against the Brewers in Milwaukee, he’ll become only the 23rd pitcher to ever do it. After him, among active pitchers, there’s the Big Unit with 284. But Johnson intends on having season-ending back surgery next week and who knows if he’ll ever return. There’s Mike Mussina with 244. But with the way Bullwinkle’s been pitching of late, I’d say, not bloody likely. David Wells with 235 and Jamie Moyer with 225. Time just seems to be running out on those cats. Running on empty. Running on. Running blind. Running on. Running into the sun but I’m running behind.
Glavine’s not running blind. He just may be the last man to pitch for 300 wins. In an age of pitch counts. In an age of specialization. Long man. Middle man. Eighth inning guy. Closer. In this new age, the 300 win plateau just becomes more and more elusive. So let’s hear it for this two-time Cy Young Award winner. Let’s hear it for this ten-time All Star. Let’s here it for this World Series MVP. Let’s hear it for this five-time National League leader in wins. Let’s hear it for this cat who was drafted by the Los Angeles Kings, five rounds ahead of future NHL star Luc Robitaille. Got spirit. Let’s hear it. Let’s hear it for Tom Glavine.
Public Acknowledgements: Captain Kangaroo, Seymour Seywoff and Jackson Browne
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
I got so much trouble on my mind. I refuse to lose. Here’s your ticket. Hear the drummer get wicked. -Public Enemy
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! What’s crack-a-lacking sports fans? The Big Ticket to the Boston Celtics! That’s what! Gray skies are gonna clear up, put on a happy face. Brush off the clouds and cheer up, put on a happy face. Yes put on a happy face Celtics’ Nation. The Truth. The Big Ticket. Jesus Shuttleworth. Can you say Hot Lantic Champions? Can you say NBA Eastern Conference Champions? Can you say NBA Champions? I can. And now, so can the Boston Celtics.
If this trade finally comes to fruition, the Celtics will be a force to be reckoned with. A force to be wreckin’ with. I wreck shop, now pull your leg I beg your pardon. And rock a wicked rhyme like eighty-six at the Garden. We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop. You know we know we know we wreck shop. The Celtics will be wreckin’ shop all right.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Big Al. I hate to see him go. I really do. Twenty-two years old and nothing but up side. Upside out the backside. But we’re talking KG here. The Big Ticket. We’re talking about winning now. Serenity now! And as they say, a ring in the hand is worth two in the bush. Paul Pierce, the most unsung baller in the league today, finally gets a stud to play alongside with. Ray Ray to boot? Fuhgettaboutit! Last year, before all the injuries, the Celtics were atop the Hot ‘Lantic. This year, with Garnett, they will be atop the NBA. On top of the world looking down on creation. Russell, Cousy and Heinson. Cowens, Havlicek and Jo-Jo. Bird, Mchale and Parrish. Now, Pierce, Allen and Garnett. Sing it with me bitches, follow the bouncing ball: Happy days are here again. The skies above are clear again. So let’s sing a song of cheer again. Happy days are here again!
Public Acknowledgements: Bye Bye Birdie, Run DMC, The Carpenters and Barbara Striesand.
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
If You. If You. Wanna Know. Wanna Know. The real deal about the three. Well let me tell you, we’re triple trouble ya’ll. We’re gonna bring you up to speed. -Beastie Boys
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! Has there ever been a more dour time in this Wide World of Sports? Has the agony of defeat ever been more agonizing? The Unholy Trinity of Barry Bonds, Tim Donaghy and Michael Vick have, as Commissioner David Stern put it, rocked our little safe haven to its very core. Sports have always been our escape. Our escape from reality. But these three may have ruined that. Back to life, back to reality. Back to the here and now.
I cannot recall a lower point in professional sports in all my life. Sure there have been scandals before. Charlie Hustle out there hustling. Superstars Alex Karras and Paul Hornung betting on football. Baseball strikes. Football scabs. Hockey lockouts. They all seemed to threaten the sanctuary of sport. But this just seems worse. Maybe because its all happening at once. Maybe because these crimes all seem so heinous in comparison. Maybe because of all the non-stop sports coverage we are fed ad-nauseum. I don’t know. But times sure seem really tough right now. Ram tough. Just cut the stuff, til you get enough. ‘Cause we’re rougher than tougher and rougher than tough!
- Barry Bonds. The greatest hitter we have ever seen. Cheating his way to his the most hallowed of records. Making himself impossible to embrace. Actually creating great apathy while chasing the greatest of milestones there is.
- Michael Vick. Maybe the greatest rushing quarterback we have ever seen. The only quarterback in NFL history to rush for over 1,000 yards during the regular season. Committing atrocity after atrocity against man’s best friend. Essentially running an organized crime ring that profited off of such atrocities.
- Tim Donaghy, perhaps the worst perpetrator of all. Undoing what little trust was left in the NBA. A league official fixing basketball games is a violation that will take years to repair. A violation that will forever cast a shadow of doubt over the hardwoods.
Jon Lester completed his triumphant battle over cancer the other night. The Yankees are finally making a run at this thing. An Irishman just won the British Open. Pitchers like Tom Glavine, Roger Clemens and Greg Maddux are throwing well into their forties in games that matter. My Red Sox are in first place. My Patriots just signed Randy Moss and Adalius Thomas. My Celtics just signed Jesus Shuttleworth. Unfortunately, none of these feel good stories can break through the muck and mire the Unholy Trinity has created.
I hope they’re happy. I hope their selfish acts for money, fame and fun were worth it. It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right. I hope you had the time of your life. Good riddance. Good riddance Barry. I cannot wait until your steroid ridden body finally breaks down for the last time. Good riddance Michael Vick. I cannot wait for justice to be served and you are behind bars where you belong. Good riddance Tim Donaghy. I cannot wait for you to get your just desserts. For you to be punished for your sins against the great sport of basketball. Good riddance to all three of you. Now, how bout them Sox?
Public Acknowledgements: Jim McKay, Soul II Soul, Dodge, Run DMC and Green Day
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever. -Gandhi
Public Knowledge:
1. Roger Goodall had the guts to do what Arthur Blank did not. Michael Vick was ordered by the league to stay away from the Atlanta Falcons’ training camp until the league reviews the dogfighting charges against him. Great move. I love what this Goodall cat has done. There’s a new sheriff in town.
2. Say good-bye to my little friend. Say good-bye to one of the good ones. Say good-bye to Curtis Martin, one of the classiest guys to ever strap on a chin guard. I loved this guy as a Patriot. Rookie of the Year. Two Pro Bowls. A touchdown in the Super Bowl. Never a bad word out of his mouth. And never was heard, a discouraging word. And the skies are not cloudy all day. Not while Curtis was playing. Martin rushed for over 1,000 yards in his first 10 professional seasons, a feat previously accomplished only by Barry Sanders. Curtis finishes fourth on the all-time rushing yardage list. He is the all-time Jets leader with 10,302 rushing yards. Football players play football. Martin also happens to have a ‘perfect’ passer rating of 158.3: 2 completions on 2 pass attempts, 2 TD passes, and an average of 18.0 yards per attempt. Happy trails Curtis.
3. Mean Joe Greene is not walking through that door. Jack Lambert is not walking through that door. Mel Blount is not walking through that door. So what do the Steelers do? They sign Troy Polamalu to a four-year contract extension worth $30.19 million that makes him the highest-paid player in team history and one of the NFL’s top-paid defensive backs. For real? Troy Polamalu? For really real? That can’t help the Pats with Assante now can it?
4. Remember this name: Billy Butler. Doing for the Royals what Alex Gordon was supposed to do. Hit. I know the Next George Brett has been doing it as of late, but this Billy Butler kid is just on fire.
5. Have the wheels come off the Mariners bandwagon? The Mariners lost to the lowly Texas Rangers last night. The night before, Doc Halladay allowed just three hits and one walk to a Seattle offense that hasn’t scored a run in 22 innings and has been shut out in consecutive games for the first time since April 7-8 of last season. Goodness! The King got shelled. Lost his focus. Hung a cut fastball. Hung a slider. Hung himself. 8-0 beating at the hands of the Blue Jays. They need this kid to be the real deal if they truly want to make a run at this thing.
6. Shelley Duncan is becoming somewhat of a legend here in the Big Apple. Wasn’t he in The Sound of Music? Don’t worry if you haven’t heard of him yet, he’ll be forgotten just as quickly. A la Kevin Maas. But worse.
7. Uh oh! There are reports out there that Tim Donaghy is not only going to flip on goombas but apparently, he’s got the goods on some other refs and some players as well. Yikes! This is worse than Vick. This is worse than Pac Man. This is worse than Bonds. When the integrity of the league comes into question, not the absurd actions of individual players, it destroys the fans’ trust. This will be extremely hard to overcome.
8. NCAA Football Preseason Poll. Texas Longhorns. That’s all you need to know.
9. The Yankees promoted Joba Chamberlain last night. As much as I hate the Yankees, I like this kid. Think Joel Zumaya sans Guitar Hero. Electric stuff coming out of the bullpen.
10. But let’s not get carried away, the Yankees still suck!
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
You hope that we are all with you. And you hope that you’re recognized. You want to go forever. You see it in my eyes. I’m lost in the confusion. And it doesn’t seem to matter. You really can’t believe it. And you hope it’s getting better. -REM
Public Service Announcement: The feel good story of the summer. I’m sick of Mike Vick. I’m sick of Tim Donaghy. I’m sick of Barry Bonds. I know. I know all you Bonds apologists are saying, Public that meant something. You mention Vick, you mention Donaghy, you mentioned Bonds. You included Bonds with them. You could have said anybody, but you said Bonds and them. I don’t care. I’m sick and tired and I’m not going to take it anymore. Isn’t there anybody out there who can make us feel good again? Why yes there is! Jon Lester. The very bester. The bullet proof vester. The pound your chester.
Bellarmine Preparatory School. Tacoma, Washington. Phenom. Phenomenal. A long, long time ago, in the land of idiot boys, there live a cat, a phenomenal cat, who loved to wallow all day. This cat doesn’t wallow. Gatorade State Player of the Year. Tore up the minor leagues. Portland Sea Dogs. League-leading 2.61 ERA. League-best 163 strikeouts. Eastern League Pitcher of the Year. Red Sox Minor League Pitcher of the Year. Left-handed pitcher on the Eastern League’s year-end All-Star team. Year-end Topps AA All-Star squad. On top of the world looking down on creation. And the only explanation I can find is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around. Your love’s put me at the top of the world. Best young pitcher in the nation. More fun than 101 Dalmatians. Out of this world like the National Aeronautics and Space Administration.
The rookie lefty made his Major League debut in June last year. The rookie lefty went 7-2. The rookie lefty threw sixty Ks in eighty innings. The rookie lefty contracted the cancer. Ain’t that a shame? My tears fell like rain. On August 27th, 2006 Lester was scratched from his scheduled start due to a sore back. The following day he was placed on the 15 day disabled list. Three days later, it was reported that Lester had been diagnosed with a treatable form of anaplastic large cell lymphoma. There it was. There was a kind of hush all over the world. A deafening hush. Made my insides turn to mush. Another dream crushed. But this kid’s a fighter. He fights. He fought off the cancer. And just like The Terminator, who just like Jack Torrance, is baaaack!
On March 5, Lester made his first appearance in a 2007 spring training game. He threw 8 pitches and retired the first three batters he faced. Good news. Real good news. Oh my baby’s comin’ home tomorrow, ain’t that good news, yeah, ain’t that news. My baby is coming home tomorrow, ain’t that news, yeah, ain’t that news. He hasn’t looked back since. And last night, there he was in the big show. His parents were in the crowd. They laughed, they cried, they roared with pride. Why wouldn’t they? Their son just beat the cancer and went on to beat the red hot Indians. Lester pitched six strong innings to lead the Red Sox past the Indians. Lester allowed five hits and two runs while walking three and striking out six in his first major league action since Aug. 23.
For he’s a jolly good fellow! For he’s a jolly good fellow! For he’s a jolly good feeeelllllooooww! Which nobody can deny! Curt Schilling can’t deny it: “This isn’t even about baseball. It just doesn’t get any better the way a guy like that comes back to us.” No it doesn’t Curt, no it doesn’t.
PS: Everybody’s hitting now. Be afraid, be very very afraid. Roll Sox roll!
Public Acknowledgements: Raging Bull, Network, The Kinks, The Carpenters, Fats Domino, Arnold, The Shining and The Supremes.
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
Rollin’ down the street, smokin indo, sippin’ on gin and juice. Laid back. With my mind on my money and my money on my mind. -Snoop Dogg
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! With Barry Bonds a few short hours and two big swings away from breaking the Hammer’s record, the nation’s mind can’t help but wander towards steroids.
I am not here to chastise Bonds. I am here to clean up the steroids problem. Forget George Mitchell. Forget the feds. It’s time to bring in the big dogs. I am a big dog daddy. Yea a big dog daddy. Boys stand back and girls are gettin’ catty. Something goin’ down with the big dog daddy. It’s time to bring in Josh Q. Public. Yes, it’s time for me to get into the never ending battle for Truth, Justice and the American Way. I have only one stipulation. Just one implementation. Just one rule for the detoxification of sports nation. Allow me to test whoever I want, whenever I want. I can do anything, right or wrong. I can talk anyhow, and get along. Don’t care anyway, I never lose. Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I choose. Whoever I want. Whenever I want.
- Bonds head gets so big he needs a mailbox for a cap, I’m drawing blood. John J. Rambo style.
- Jeremy Shockey goes all crazy like with his helmet off after breaking a tackle for a five yard gain in an unwinnable game, I’m testing him.
- Serena Williams smashes a 200 mph serve, I’m testing her.
- Michelle Wie drives the ball a mile further than any man in sight, I’m testing her.
- Dustin Pedroia goes for three bombs in one game, I’m testing him.
- Shawne Merriman breaks out his lights out dance after smashing through two offensive lineman and sacking the quarterback, I’m testing him. Again.
- Every pro wrestler from John Cena to Candice to Umaga, I’m testing them. Everyday.
- If LaDainan Tomlinson, the Touchdown Maker, the Record Breaker, Mr. Everything, if he goes to the hizzy five times in one game, I’m testing him. No questions asked.
- Gary Sheffield goes on TV talking all kinds of nonsense, I’m testing him.
So if you want this steroid problem fixed, you know who to call. Call me. Call me on the line. Call me call me any anytime. Call me my love you can call me any day or night. Call me. Call Josh Q. Public.
Public Acknowledgements: Toby Keith, The Amazing Superman, The Who, First Blood and Blondie.
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge. -Charles Darwin
Public Knowledge:
1. I guess it’s time for me to weigh in on the Michael Vick issue. First off, I have never been that enamored by Michael’s game. Is he exciting? Hell yes. Can he bring a championship? I’m not so sure. So, if I’m an owner of a ball club, why would I want a guy with this much terrible publicity swirling around his head if he cannot bring home the hardware? I wouldn’t. It doesn’t make any sense. If I’m owner of the Atlanta Falcons, I let him go. They stunk with him. They can stink without him.
2. So Bonds is back in the line-up tonight to continue his chase of the Hammer. Does anybody even care anymore? I don’t. I have a better question. If it weren’t for Bonds, would anybody care about the Giants?
3. My beloved Red Sox just lost 2-of-3 to Kansas City and are 3-7 in their last ten against the Royals. Come on guys. Get on the stick. That’s no way to win this thing. While I still have no doubt the Sox will win the pennant, I just wish the bats would come back to life. You’re only as good as your next starter and all that but, if you told me at the beginning of the season Mike Lowell would be the RBI leader on this squad, I’d tell you we would be in big trouble. We are not, but still. D-Nice tonight. Boom Boom Beckett tomorrow. Roll Sox roll!
4. The Jose Cansceco of golf. Gary Player. Gary Player put steroids at the forefront of the British Open. He said golf has its head buried in a sand trap. He goes on to say, he knows of one player using performance-enhancing drugs. If golfers are using the junk, why is it still so hard for some folks to fathom Bonds is/was. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. Everybody was doing it and everybody knew. What is going on now is merely a travesty. It’s a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham.
5. Did you see Brandon Phillips last night? Huh? Did you? Phillips single-handedly whooped up on the Braves. Phillips made one helluva catch. One belluva catch. One swelluva catch. Ooooh baby I glove your way. Everyday. Brandon made an unbelievable leaping grab and then doubled off Chipper Jones at third base in the bottom of the 10th inning that kept the game going and going and going and going. He then smashed the Braves in the top of the 15th with a two-out, two-run, bases loaded single. How about that?
6. Ryan Garko is hot. How hot? He is in the middle of career-best 12-game hitting streak. In this streak, he’s batting .476. He hit three bombs. He collected nine RBIs. That’s hot. But that’s not all. Garko went 2-for-3 with a double last night, pushing his July average to .444 in 10 games. Yowza! The streak couldn’t have come at a better time. Garko just came off a 14-for-73 slumperoo in June. A little June swoon. Just so you know, Garko’s two hits last night came off White Sox starter Mark Buehrle. It kept Garko at a perfect 6-for-6 against the studly left-hander in his brief career.
7. I love what the Dodgers are doing out there in La La Land. They have maybe the best catcher in baseball in Russell Martin. They have a stable of good young hitters in Ethier, Loney and Kemp. With Brad Penny and D-Lowe at the top of their pitching order, their staff is as good as anyone’s in baseball. They have speed at the top of the lineup and a lights-out closer. Good night Irene! Mix in your wily old veterans and this team is built for the pennant. Not to mention, their home whites are best the uniforms in any sport.
8. El Duque may be the best game pitcher in baseball. He just may be. He may not be so good otherwise, but in big games, I want this guy in there. Think the Yankees miss this cat? I do.
9. Oh ya, Yankees still suck.
10. Don’t look now, but Eric Gagne is back and he’s up for grabs. How would this guy look in a setup role for Billy Wagner, Mariano Rivera or Francisco Cordero? Goodness.
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
Now we’re up in the big leagues, gettin’ our turn at bat. As long as we live, it’s you and me baby. There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. -The Jeffersons
Public Service Announcement: Ok here we go! Rookie sensation Ryan Braun. Tearing up the nation Ryan Braun. Milwaukee salvation Ryan Braun. If you haven’t heard about him yet, you better ask somebody. Heck, you can ask me. I’ll tell ya.
I’ll tell ya that since this kid got called up at the end of May, he’s simply been on fire. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire. The ring of fire. The 23-year-old Braun has seven dings in his last ten games. He has fourteen bombs on the season. My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity. Tappin’ my phone, they never leave me alone. I’m even lethal when I’m unarmed. ‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb. Braun’s been louder than a bomb since day one. And that’s been good news for the Brew Crew.
The decision to wield the Hebrew Hammer was made because the third-base platoon of Craig Counsell and Tony Graffanino had been generating bupkus. The Brewers ranked 28th among the 30 major-league clubs at the hot corner in slugging percentage. 27th in batting average. Tied for 26th in home runs and runs scored. They were 25th in RBIs at the position. That is changing. By the end of the year, Braun should have numbers that look something like: .300+/25+/75+ in less than 500 ABs. Yowza! Need more numbers? Murder by numbers? Easy to learn as your ABCs? Here you go. Since being hailed from the minors on May 24, Ryan has ranked among the National League leaders in all three Triple Crown categories. In that time, he is third in average. He is third in bombs. And, he is third in RBIs. Can you say Rookie of the Year? Chocolate chip cookie of the Year.
Milwaukee’s only Rookie of the Year winner ever was Pat Listach in 1992. He batted better than .300 over his first 40 games. In 2001, the oft injured Ben Sheets won ten games in the first half and made the All-Star team. Braun is having a hotter start than both of them. Jump start my heart. With his ninth and tenth taters in his 38th Major League game, the Hammer became the fastest Brewers player to reach double digits. The previous franchise record holder was Milwaukee announcer Bill Schroeder, who needed 61 games to do it. Sure hitting in front of Prince Fielder doesn’t hurt. And if Ryan Braun brings home the Rookie of the Year hardware at the end of the season, I’m sure his lineup placement had at least a little to do with it. But he sure does fit in that three-hole like he was born there. Don’t he? Huh? Don’t he?
Think we’re done? Not so fast. One more thing. Braun also brings an added dimension you don’t often see at third base. Speed. Speed kills. Blood makes the grass grow. He stole thirty-four bases in 199 minor-league games and is 8 for 9 with the Brewers. Holy Lou Brock Batman! This kid has a chance to be 30-30 guy one day. Wouldn’t that be something. Something special. Ryan Braun.
Public Acknowledgements: Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, Johnny Cash, Public Enemy, Police, Goodfellas, Natalie Cole and Bruce Ward.
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
He’s so cold, he’s so cold. He’s so cold cold cold like an ice cream cone. He’s so cold He’s so cold. I dare not touch him my hand just froze. -Rolling Stones
Public Service Announcement: Ok here we go! Don’t look now folks, but here it comes. Here comes the boom, boomin’, bouncin’, stalkin’ much walkin. Walk with the bouncin’. Hit’em where it counts man. Hit’em like a mountain. Split’em have’em spittin’ up blood like a fountain. Yup here comes the boom. Boom boom shake the room. Here comes College Football.
On Thursday, August 30, ESPN takes a break from Who’s Now and brings back the smashmouth. Starting us off down south. Bringing us LSU vs. Mississippi State. I can’t wait. The thrills, the spills, the spectacle, the humanity. The waiting is the hardest part. Every day you see one more card. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart. The waiting is the hardest part. The waiting is almost over. You know what else I can’t for? Huh? Do ya? I can’t wait for Boston College Screamin’ Eagle quarterback Matt Ryan.
Everbody’s been Orange Bowl MVP Brian Brohming it up. Fight now for victory and show them, how we sure will win this game. Fight on you Card’nals and prove to them that we deserve our fame. Everybody’s been packing a pair of Colts. Brennan and McCoy. Everybody’s been yakking about John Parker Wilson. Roll Tide roll! Like R. Kelly, everybody’s been feelin’ on yo’ Booty. Not me folks. Not the Public. There’s a quarterback up in Chestnut Hill nobody wants to talk about. For Boston, for Boston. Thy glory is our own. For Boston, for Boston. ‘Tis here that truth is known.
The truth is, Matt Ryan is the best quarterback in the country. Since the 2005 season, Ryan has been leading the Screamin’ Eagles. Since 2005 he has led them to two bowl victories. Since 2005 he holds a 14-4 record in eighteen starts. Ryan has thrown for 200 or more yards 15 times. He’s is fifth all-time in school history in passing yards. When all is said and done he will finish third behind Midget Moses and Brian Foley. This is one cool cat. Singin’ the blues while the lady-cats cry. Wow, stray cat, you’re a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style.
So cool, they call him Matty Ice. Ice ice baby, too cold, too cold. Cool enough to lead the ACC in total offense and in passing yards. Cool enough to play hurt. He played most of 2006 on a broken foot. He was awarded first-team All-ACC honors on a broken foot. Gimping to a double overtime victory against nationally ranked Clemson. Gimping around to beat Florida State. Wo oh oh oh oh. Wo oh, oh oh. Hangin’ tough. Hangin’ tough at 6′5″.
Hangin’ tough with a laser rocket arm. Hangin’ tough with great mechanics. So you can Sam Keller me. Hail to the team! The stadium rings as everyone sings the Scarlet and Cream. You can Matthew Stafford me. Glory, glory to old Georgia! Heck, you can even Pat White me. Others may be black or crimson, but for us it’s Gold and Blue. But I’m telling you its For Boston, for Boston, we sing our proud refrain. It’s for Matt Ryan. The best quarterback in the country.
Public Acknowledgements: DMX, Fresh Prince, Tom Petty, Stray Cats, Vanilla Ice, DraftStock.Com and the New Kids on the Block.
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
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