<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:17:48.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JbroSpot</title><subtitle type='html'>Jbrospot - drunk rants with a Yankee bias</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-4978181429274855233</id><published>2009-02-27T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:54:38.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melky my son,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://multimedia.heraldinteractive.com/images/f48cc115e9_melky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 275px;" src="http://multimedia.heraldinteractive.com/images/f48cc115e9_melky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Tell me you see whats going on around you MELKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melky please tell my you are witnessing whiteboy Brett take your job right from under you.  All while you and Cano where joking like the Yankees would take you both on like you were the next to be, the next to be.(not a typo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seriouse Melkman?  This is it for you, last horah, this is all you get.  Your buddy Cano, he's got the skills to stick around for a while but even he's questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melkman, you did realize this was your last chance right?  You did realize Spring Training would be a test right?  Please tell me you didn't walk in here like  you didn't have something to prove?  Oh you didn't you, Well Melkman, hopefully you see you another time.  Cause you just can't cut it.  I'm sorry you took this as a joke, but theres thousands out there just like me that don't give a **** about you and your cute "I dont know how to speak english bullshit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are way over you, you cost us way too much, we never really cared for you in the first place.  And I love the fact that WHITEBOY Gardner is making it rain aweseomness all over your ass.  And your standing like "¿QUE?."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats whiteboy magic, thats the I'm gonna make it no matter what- that your family thought they installed in you.  Not the we made Robby, We made it!, shit that you tried to pull over the real fans eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sickening what your tried to pull over the fans of New York.  I don't even want to know how the fans from your country feel.  Maybe next year, maybe if you bust your ass, maybe if have to work for it.  Be a fucking romodel Melky, not the reason everyone expects somthing for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-4978181429274855233?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/4978181429274855233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=4978181429274855233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/4978181429274855233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/4978181429274855233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2009/02/melky-my-son.html' title='Melky my son,'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-9116635336260030475</id><published>2009-02-16T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:38:31.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get in Before its Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fsta.org/news/events/oneseason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 84px;" src="http://www.fsta.org/news/events/oneseason.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing my book on how I made millions from OneSeason.com.  I haven't made the millions yet, that should be the easy part.  Writing books can take a while so I'm just gonna start now, and hopefully will be done around the time I make my first million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I currently own .067% of Ovechkins soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-9116635336260030475?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/9116635336260030475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=9116635336260030475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/9116635336260030475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/9116635336260030475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-in-before-its-late.html' title='Get in Before its Late'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-7264637097558176298</id><published>2009-02-13T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:01:04.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnett likes the backside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/ap/20090213/capt.7abe91127c694d5eaa92d56bfefc7344.yankees_spring_baseball_flgp108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 290px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/ap/20090213/capt.7abe91127c694d5eaa92d56bfefc7344.yankees_spring_baseball_flgp108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A.J Burnett, meanwhile, was asked what he thought of Andy Pettitte and Joba Chamberlain being on the back end of the rotation.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“I’m not sure there is a back end,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;a href="http://yankees.lhblogs.com/author/pabraham/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-7264637097558176298?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/7264637097558176298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=7264637097558176298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7264637097558176298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7264637097558176298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2009/02/burnett-likes-backside.html' title='Burnett likes the backside'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-3225249372415603761</id><published>2009-02-12T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:19:31.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thestandard.com.hk/newsimage/20090211/5_2009021019212621131arod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.thestandard.com.hk/newsimage/20090211/5_2009021019212621131arod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM BACK&lt;/span&gt; - Saw this on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;After a good day buzz I figured I start it back up, its not about Arod, but probably will be next time.  I gotta nap before my floor hockey game tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.YOUR REAL NAME:&lt;br /&gt;Justin Robert Browne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME:(mother and fathers middle names)&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.NASCAR NAME:(first name of your mother's dad, father's dad)&lt;br /&gt;Vinny Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.STAR WARS NAME:(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)&lt;br /&gt;BROJU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.DETECTIVE NAME:(favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;Green Dingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.SOAP OPERA NAME:(middle name, town where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;Robert Bethpage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning)&lt;br /&gt;The Green Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.FLY NAME:(first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;JUBR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.STREET NAME:(fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie)&lt;br /&gt;Moose Tracks Oreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. PORN NAME: (1st pet's name, street you grew up on)&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Harvest(way too good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.YOUR GANGSTA NAME:(first 3 letters of last name plus izzle)&lt;br /&gt;Broizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.YOUR IRAQI.. NAME:(2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, first two letters of your middle name, last two letters of your first name then last three letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;ROROINWNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.YOUR GOTH NAME:(black, and the name of one of your pets)&lt;br /&gt;BLACK Venassa(not so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume/cologne, fav candy)&lt;br /&gt;Double Black Candy Buttons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-3225249372415603761?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/3225249372415603761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=3225249372415603761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3225249372415603761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3225249372415603761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-saw-this-on-facebook-1.html' title=''/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-12355647271863087</id><published>2008-09-22T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:09:59.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JETS ARE WHY I DON'T GO TO CHURCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thisoldtoy.com/new-images/images-ok/1000s/fp1059-shape-ball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thisoldtoy.com/new-images/images-ok/1000s/fp1059-shape-ball.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put this on Mangini's Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why does that fat mess insist on taking players that are meant for the 4-3 and trying to cram them into the 3-4?  WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why.  Because he's an awful coach.  He a great assistant and he can work on a small part of a team and make them brilliant.  But without some guidance he's a nobody.  He's got nothing, nothing but a New England Super Bowl ring.  He couldn't carry Belichicks cut sweat shirt sleeve scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres is however light at the end of this tunnel.  I know I know theres not even a tunnel, that collapsed on the Jets a long time ago.  But I'll convince my self that the Jets will fire Mangini this year and pick up Cowher.  And he'll be the answer right?  NOOO, we'll be debating Clemens or Ratliff for the next 3 years cause we drafted a Punter with the 11th pick in the 09 Draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could easily root for the Giants, but I'm not a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-12355647271863087?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/12355647271863087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=12355647271863087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/12355647271863087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/12355647271863087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/09/jets-are-why-i-dont-go-to-church.html' title='THE JETS ARE WHY I DON&apos;T GO TO CHURCH'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-4922058638307292733</id><published>2008-09-08T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:13:53.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuff Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newyorkjets.com/image_assets/gallery_images/album_images/82701434.jpg?1220814207"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.newyorkjets.com/image_assets/gallery_images/album_images/82701434.jpg?1220814207" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boston.com/sports/football/patriots/reiss_pieces/09072008brady_source600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.boston.com/sports/football/patriots/reiss_pieces/09072008brady_source600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanes open, time to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Ted Ginn Jr, Your a faggot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-4922058638307292733?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/4922058638307292733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=4922058638307292733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/4922058638307292733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/4922058638307292733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuff-said.html' title='Nuff Said'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-1848201868476950561</id><published>2008-06-29T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:36:11.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90's AOL Chain Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uth.tmc.edu/oac/pics/aol4_h5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.uth.tmc.edu/oac/pics/aol4_h5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored so I dug up a 90's Chain Letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5o PREFERENCES ...  Fill these out according&lt;br /&gt;to you. Send to the person who sent this to you and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Boxers or briefs?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Briefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whole or skim milk? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Single or Taken? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Simple or complicated? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Law or anarchy?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Flowers or angels? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curtis Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Grey or gray?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gray - The Alien from Cool Boarders 2 that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Read or write? Write&lt;br /&gt;11. Color or black-and-white photos?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; B&amp;amp;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sunrise or sunset?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. M&amp;amp;M's or Skittles? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reese's Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Rap or rock? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tough, Rock at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Stay up late or wake up late? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Same thing no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. TV or Radio?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is it POP or SODA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. X or O in Tic-tac-toe?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Eat an apple or an orange? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florida Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What came first the chicken or the egg? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eggs are for breakfast and breakfast is before lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hot or Cold? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prefer Cold, but always hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Tall members of the opposite sex or short? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Sun or moon? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Emerald or ruby?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Emerald....BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Left or right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right mmm maybe left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. 10 acquaintances or 1 best friend?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10 Acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. High or Drunk? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Green beans or carrots? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Low fat or fat free? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(So 90's) Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your biggest fear in the world?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jets reaching the SuperBowl and losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Kids or no kids? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Cat or dog? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Half empty or half full? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Mustard or ketchup?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; haha come on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Hard cover books or soft cover books? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Newspaper or magazine?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Journo's suck so neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Sandals or sneakers? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Wonder or amazement? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Red &lt;a style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_car" id="AdBriteInlineAd_car" target="_top"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt; or white car?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Black car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;a style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_happy" id="AdBriteInlineAd_happy" target="_top"&gt;Happy&lt;/a&gt; and poor or sad and rich? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyones is always all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Singing or dancing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screaming and flailing is more like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Hugging or Kissing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Corduroy or plaid? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solid all solids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Happy or sad? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weak HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Purple or green? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J-E-T-S JETS JETS GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your a real reader now would be the time to admit so, join the site and comment with your preferences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-1848201868476950561?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/1848201868476950561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=1848201868476950561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/1848201868476950561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/1848201868476950561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/06/90s-aol-chain-letter.html' title='90&apos;s AOL Chain Letter'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-9102660255840899641</id><published>2008-06-25T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:38:59.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst people on the LIRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bigpicture.typepad.com/writing/images/foot_man_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bigpicture.typepad.com/writing/images/foot_man_013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick list of the worst people to ride the train with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The guy who sits in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is nothing worse then sitting down all comfortable on either the outside or the inside of the 3 seaters.  You try to find a nice fat guy to sit with cause you know no one wants to sit in the middle of you and the sweaty fat mess(I'm gonna be that guy eventually).  If there are no seats open and I'm forced to sit in between people then I suck it up and stand.  Cause my day is already ruined I'm not gonna ruin 2 other peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 4 or 5 'friends' that sit facing each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They've been riding the train for years and have made friends with who sits in the same train car as them.  But thats not enough they want everyone to know it.  Don't even close your eyes your not gonna get an ounce of sleep in.  You listen to them everyday and actually get to know them.  You know what kind of dog they own, and have plenty of reasons to hate there children  Music helps a little, but iPods don't get loud enough so you better buy good headphones(be careful though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Slob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Always has the same shitty egg sandwhich that they bought from the lunch truck below the platform just before they got on the train.  Over weight or on the way to being so.  They have crums all over themselves and make you wonder how they actually hold a job.  All this while the scent of the egg sandwich that was prepared the night before fills the train car with a smell that rivals human shit out of water.  The Slob may also chew with his/her mouth open to a point that drives you to stand up with the guy who couldn't find a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shadow Creepers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know the people who stand up and walk to the door the second the train enters the tunnel and everything goes black.  Theres 10 minutes before Penn Station but these people have to stare at the door just so they're the first ones out of the train.  Some will even make you get up if there sitting to the inside of you.  Most won't but you know they want too, you can see them squirm starring at the isle and that back up at you over and over again.  I sit there and enjoy it, anything to piss them off as much as they piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Newspaper Novices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand how to read the news paper without opening it up the whole way.  The simple half fold and flip method doesn't work for them, they have to read there story and see the 15 others below it and on the page next to it.  Its like a giant blanket covered in Ink and stories about rising oil prices.  Meanwhile how are they going to kill the first hour of work if they read it on the train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ 5th Ave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually in his mid 40's, this ass pulls out his 500$ Bose head phones.  You know the ones that are pretty much computer speakers connected by a headband.  So big you stare at them the whole time and wonder if his neck gets sore.  Mix Master Mike uses smaller headphones then this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady doing her Make Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctant to give up an hour of sleep to unsuccessfully make her self look better then she already doesn't, she brings her bathroom with her.  Thank god the trains don't have outlets cause god knows she'd bring a blow dryer.  She's the most dangerous of all the riders on the LIRR cause she can very easily hit you with one of her flailing elbows doing whatever it is she does to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-9102660255840899641?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/9102660255840899641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=9102660255840899641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/9102660255840899641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/9102660255840899641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/06/worst-people-on-lirr.html' title='Worst people on the LIRR'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-2296731422937380244</id><published>2008-06-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:38:18.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Home Willie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2000magazine.com/websightsthree/yankeesmagazine/NEWPAGES2/thumbs/th_willie%20randolph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://2000magazine.com/websightsthree/yankeesmagazine/NEWPAGES2/thumbs/th_willie%20randolph.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hire Willie Randolph and give him one job, and one job only.  Fix Robinson Cano.  He's the perfect man for the job as he was part of the reason Soriano was successful as a Yankee.  Robinson Cano is lazy, he needs someone to be on his case at all times.  Last year Larry Bowa had this job.  Bowa lost it turned in his stripes(Top Gun reference), went Hollywood.  Get Willie to the Bronx for Old Timers day, and keep him there for the rest of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-2296731422937380244?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/2296731422937380244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=2296731422937380244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/2296731422937380244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/2296731422937380244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/06/come-home-willie.html' title='Come Home Willie'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-722432298723369223</id><published>2008-06-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:08:28.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shit List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2006/players/05/30/first.person0605/t1_cano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2006/players/05/30/first.person0605/t1_cano.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chris Baker - Stop being a asshole and go to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Robinson Cano - Find your brain and stop swinging at the first pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kyle Farnsworth - No explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mike Francesa and Chris Russo - You got nothing on Kellerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kei Igawa - I hear theres a chinese food delivery job opening at Mings Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Woody Johnson - Way to keep your promise on moving the Jets to New York.  New Meadowlands looks worse then Shea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pat Kennavane - I'm still angry about that Jones Beach Volleyball loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Micheal Kay - Awful radio show theme music.  And Joba should not waste innings at Scranton, you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Glen Foley - You either know why, or don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Carl Pavano - Give me some of that money you never earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list could grow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-722432298723369223?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/722432298723369223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=722432298723369223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/722432298723369223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/722432298723369223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/06/shit-list.html' title='The Shit List'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-7212049092830819844</id><published>2008-05-27T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:57:40.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston: Not an Irish Fun Festival But the Fried Fish is Terrific</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s5.largeimagehost.com/displayimage.php?img=nyit.png&amp;amp;loc=UstccQr&amp;amp;skey=my27"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://s5.largeimagehost.com/displayimage.php?img=nyit.png&amp;amp;loc=UstccQr&amp;amp;skey=my27" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Links to wallpaper below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I wrapped up my Memorial Day Weekend in Boston Yesterday.  I couldn't of asked for a better time.  It was my first time in Beantown, and I didn't know what to expect.   Putting my Yankee bias aside I tried my hardest to enjoy the City of Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the second we exited I93 we began to realize that getting around this city was not going to be easy.  A street layout that not even the hot British chick navigating the Tom Tom GPS could conquer.  To avoid confusion we decided to ride the 'T' to meet up with my cousin.  We get off the T and call my cousin for directions to her apartment.  It took us about 40 minutes to not even find her place.  She tried to help steer us in the right direction.  We're talking about a person who lived in the city for 2 years, that was unable to give us directions from the nearest 'T' stop.  Maybe it was because at the every road there was a fork.  Scro compared the street layout of Boston to a dart board.  We gave up searching for the apartment and hit the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Boston has plenty of good bars to offer.  We started our weekend off at the Purple Shamrock.  A decent size bar with live music, and a good crowd.  The huge windows were open, giving it an open air feel.  After drinking beers all day, we decide to hit fast forward and give the taste buds a change of pace.  We ordered 6$ Vodka Sprites.  Now I would sit here and complain about the prices but that was the least of our problems.  About 45 minutes goes by and the bouncers proceed to close up the beautiful open windows.  If that wasn't enough they started moving tables around to make room for the band.  This would of been fine if they hadn't tried to close us in against the ledge where we were once enjoying the fresh air.  They came right over and started barricading us off with tables.  A simple "Hey, we gotta put these tables here, you mind moving?" would of went a long way.  No I had to jump out of the way like McGuyver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decide to see what else the city had to offer, Faneuil Hall was next.  We tried 2 bars and both required shoes, no flip flops aloud.  In attempt to salvage a day that started out so well we jumped in a cab and headed north(?)  We found ourselves at the White Horse.  Nice bar, plenty of place to sit which was good after a long day of tailgating and walking around Boston like Marco Polo.  Finally a bar that had a kitchen open later then 9PM.  We took a look at the menu and to Vin's dismay there wasn't a sampler on the menu.  Like most of the weekend we took matters into our own hands and created one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night we go out to celebrate the NYIT National Championship victory.  We found out it was being hosted across the street from where we were staying.  Clery's was the name and a private party was planned for the Bears and there family and friends.  Out of the 100 to 200 or so people that showed up for the party we were the first ones there.  The bar insisted we'd stay in the room sectioned off for the party.  But we the only ones there and just wanted to eat and have a drink at the bar while we waited.  We finally went to the party room and the night was under way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bears start to shuffle in and we proceed to drink our 6$ Vodka Sprites(seemed to be the going rate).  It took the man of the hour, Mike Procida about an hour to show up.  And by the time he did it was impossible to buy a drink from one of the 2 bartenders that was serving the entire party.  I just wanted to buy the champion/birthday boy an Irish Car Bomb.  After about 20 minutes of waiting to be served I finally get the bartenders attention.  "2 carbombs", I asked.  Bartender replied, "Sorry we don't do those here."  I go on, "Why not?"  "There offensive, to our Irish owner."  After about a minute of thinking and looking around asking WTF does that mean, I ask if I can have the drink and we agree to call it something else.  "Can I have 2 Irish Fun Festivals?"  I asked, and guyblow walked away, no drinks.  At 1 o'clock am the whole party was kicked out.  Or well maybe not kicked out thats just when they close bars up there.  Awful idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tech Bears "FRIED THE FISH"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scalper sold us an extra ticket the first day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clery's was 10 steps from our place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I broke a chair at Foxboro while screaming "Belichick is a coward"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Custom Samplers at White Horse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vinny locked it up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No gap between the T train cars and the platform&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chanting Derek Jeter 50 belligerent drunks strong in the heart of Boston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Female State Troopers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last call 1AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The T stops running at 12:30 - Walk or Drive Drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Flip Flops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seemingly every bar had a color in the title (Black Rose, Purple Shamrock, Whitehorse, Blackstone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sorry kitchens closed"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sorry roads closed"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sorry bars closed"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sorry I'm a yuppie"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sorry we don't sell beer on Memorial day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yuppies, everywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"That'll be 6 dollars"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Irish Fun Festivals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Because the offensive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hanover Street? or Hanover Avenue?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever hear of Taco Bell?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Female State Troopers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.largeimagehost.com/displayimage.php?img=nyit.png&amp;amp;loc=UstccQr&amp;amp;skey=my27"&gt;Wide Screen Tech Wallpaper &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.largeimagehost.com/displayimage.php?img=nyitsmall.jpg&amp;amp;loc=UstccQt&amp;amp;skey=my27"&gt;Regular Tech Wallpaper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-7212049092830819844?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/7212049092830819844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=7212049092830819844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7212049092830819844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7212049092830819844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/05/boston-not-irish-fun-festival-but-fried.html' title='Boston: Not an Irish Fun Festival But the Fried Fish is Terrific'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-6055148383173818550</id><published>2008-05-03T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:07:24.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Cameras, and how they ruined Flip Cup forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yue__tWd9e4/RqvlUE2ajzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OZemrX04cDc/s400/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yue__tWd9e4/RqvlUE2ajzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OZemrX04cDc/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a time where groups of people could establish a legit buzz, just from flipping plastic cups.  Every time those people flipped there cups they had a great buzz.  The golden era had there World War 2, and we had our flip cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was snatched beneath us before we even had a chance to defend ourselves.  With the new Millennium came new forms of technology.  One of those peaces of hardware was the digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great tool, finally we have pictures of ourselves indulging in what we do best.  We get hammered every weekend, not just at weddings, and birthdays.  Camera's went from a once in a while thing, to documenting the Tuesday night you had last week that you don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was cool, we're all down with getting retarded on a Tuesday night.  BUT unfortunately digital cameras ruined the world.  It has gotten to the point where we can't come back from it.  It was all innocent and we thought these small cameras that we can carry around in our pockets would be awesome.  Sweet 16, confirmation, Bar/Bah mitzvah's were all reasons to buy someone a camera.  We all heard about the world where robots took over and murdered us all.  Well cameras are the robots, and smiles and upside down red cups are the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer games, thats right we've all played flip cup.  Camera's are a disruptive tool for this nation, and for the world.  Flipping cups on a Saturday night had its hands full with people taking off to piss, and answer phone calls.  But now we have this camera bullshit.  And this isn't anything new, its been around since about 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flipping plastic cups that are red.  And I love downing that gulp of beer before it.  But what gets me is the people that insist on taking team pictures, EVERY FUCKING ROUND.  In an ideal world, beer and fast food would be healthy.  But in a perfect world people would flip there cup, land it, and after they landed it immediately fill it up with the only beer thats Natural.  So by the time the rounds over the foam has settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats something our generation can not have.  And its sad, cause I know my 2 grandmothers were out the flipping cups just like I was, and they didn't give shit about team pictures, they wanted that 'W'.  So heres to the greatest generation that ever did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and heres a small complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't bad enough that you made the elevator that I was in on the way to the first floor stop at the second floor.  You had to come in, and press that that glowing first floor button like I had forgot to press it.  First of all your ass should be on the stairs and second of all, don't press buttons that had already been pressed.  That pisses me off more than anything.  Just walk in, see that where going to the same place, assume we have something in common and thats it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-6055148383173818550?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/6055148383173818550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=6055148383173818550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/6055148383173818550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/6055148383173818550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/05/digital-cameras-and-how-they-ruined.html' title='Digital Cameras, and how they ruined Flip Cup forever'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yue__tWd9e4/RqvlUE2ajzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OZemrX04cDc/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-7743567897571513492</id><published>2008-04-29T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:13:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL QUICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h115/ericyellin/gholston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h115/ericyellin/gholston.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just checking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draft was this week and I firmly believe that we have closed the gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you disagree, youtube the Jets draft selection that you do not have faith in.  And then apologize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-7743567897571513492?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/7743567897571513492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=7743567897571513492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7743567897571513492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7743567897571513492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/04/real-quick.html' title='REAL QUICK'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-7606020117092902412</id><published>2008-04-20T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:53:05.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.capitate.co.uk/MLB%20Caps/baseball_caps_yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.capitate.co.uk/MLB%20Caps/baseball_caps_yankees.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yankees gotta get there shit back on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joba's words are enough to prove he's here to stay.  He thanked every asshole with a mic, or tape recorder in there hand.  That's a pretty commendable thing to do when your pops sick, and they didn't give you rest all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Too bad the rest of the youth movement is shitting there pants right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brackman and Karstens are sitting cool, downing dollar pitchers at the Hut in downtown Tampa.  Kind of funny, Pitchers drinking pitchers.  But for real, these dudes are sittin pretty in the same bars I am.  And there pulling the most unbelievable tail.  Same Yankee fitted as me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But Yankee land ain't too pleased, time to Buck up.  We no longer have excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Oreoles?  It wasn't more than 3 years ago that I was calling them the Oreos.  Were better then this.  And I don't even get that sweet chocolate treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- About the Oreos, I didn't even care about the name, I just wanted that cookie son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm sick of this "Don't Worry" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bull shit&lt;/span&gt;.  Yeah its April, and maybe you don't think it matters too much.  But tell that to the Mets fans.  If they had won one more game in April, they would of made the post season last year.  But they dismiss that, and bag on us for not winning the division(GROW UP).  But they don't care all that much, because the Yankees didn't win there division series.  You want respect?  Get out of the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like Mets fans too much.  They get way too ahead of themselves.  They make the playoffs in 06, and they still think they hold weight.  If it wasn't for the Pinstripes that "NY" before your heavily marketed name wouldn't mean a god damn thing.  And keep routing for the Red Sox in the post season.  Even though the Sox are the biggest bandwagon on four wheels, and get this they absolutely do not care about the Metropolitans.  So keep on buying there merchandise and celebrating the NY loss.  This would actually bother me if there were enough of you to make it matter.  But by September theres no such place as Shea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One more thing, I know a Mets fan that doesn't understand why the Yanks, or the Mets have those Patches on the sleeves.  He actually bought into the "we care thats its the last season" thing.  Those patches are there to make money.  If you bought a new Mets or Yankees jersey because you thought it was cool, thats fine.  It's a fun year, the last year it does mean a lot.  But you can buy that patch real cheap on ebay and sew it on that Chuck Knoblauch jersey.  Any time a team comes out with throw backs, please understand that its a marketing ploy, and that they don't actually care about the 3-40 New York Titans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But overall, I'm just sick of the bullshit.  If you think you have a legit argument, look up to the sky.  If you see sunlight proceed.  But you don't see sunlight, you see a shadow.  The shadow is a gigantic 26 in the sky.  And until you got 27 keep you mouth shut, cause It doesn't even matter.  Because that Yankee fan that knows next to nothing, that is rocking a replica jersey with a players name on the back, hold more weight then you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heres the real conclusion.  I rock a Yankees Fitted backwards.  If your a fan, I think you should as well.  Theres only 2 things more valuable then the Yankee fitted; water and oxygen.  Thats your only excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-7606020117092902412?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/7606020117092902412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=7606020117092902412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7606020117092902412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7606020117092902412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/04/yankees-gotta-get-there-shit-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-1304284999836313228</id><published>2008-04-13T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:37:29.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hanging out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mlb.mlb.com/images/2006/09/02/kzJEhvbH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://mlb.mlb.com/images/2006/09/02/kzJEhvbH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WARNING: This is not a rant, so don't get angry that I'm not angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I gotta pretty cool story from tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I go to the usual Saturday night place that I usually go to. Its 5$ cover and once in its 1$ pitchers all night.  Anyways on St. Patty's day Andrew Brackman(Yankees #1 pick in last years draft) was there, and I recognized him and hung out with him for a like 20 minutes.  Well, Brackman comes walking in, and I immediately recognize him, cause he's 6'10''.  He took the spot next to me at the bar, and gave me the "He do I know you face".  So I said whats up, he said hi.  I was holding a 5 dollar bill to get the bartenders attention, and Brackman was holding a 50 dollar bill.  Bartender came to me first, and Brackman looked at me jokingly and said WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thats not even the coolest part, I look at the dudes Brackmans with, and standing behind him is Jeff Karstens, thick eyebrows and all.  So I go up to Karstens and I say "Hey Jeff".  He laughed saw my Yankee hat and said whats up.  I told him to get better soon, and that we're all waiting for him to come and be our long relief guy.  He said thank you and shook my hand asked my name.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour goes by, I'm walking through the packed bar, he saw me, and tells me to take a shot from the shot girls tray.  I grab one, he grabs like 6 and passes them around.  And I took a shot with Karstens, Brackman and a bunch of other Yankee minor leaguers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of it all, is when he asked me if I watched the game tonight.  I told him yeah, and he goes "We should of yanked Mussina, he was in there too long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe he said that, it was wild.  I laughed and agreed.  On his way out he tapped me on the back and said bye.  It was awesome to see him hanging out there, and no one knew that he was starting games last year in Yankee Stadium.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-1304284999836313228?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/1304284999836313228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=1304284999836313228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/1304284999836313228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/1304284999836313228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-hanging-out.html' title='Just Hanging out'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-4390432841580113457</id><published>2008-04-06T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:48:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get excited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.footballfanatics.com/productImages/_121000/altImages/FF_121080ALT1_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.footballfanatics.com/productImages/_121000/altImages/FF_121080ALT1_xl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just checkin' in.  Alot of people don't understand why I'm upset about the Yankees start this year.  The answer to that is very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly expected the Yankees to go 162-0 this year.  And I'm not kidding.  I put in a lot of work this Spring Training(way more then Carl Pavano).(If you don't know who Carl Pavano is...MY POINT EXACTLY)  But for real, I keep hearin' that "Oh the first week ain't even over yet, relax."  You know what, I'm not going to relax.  Because last year the Yankees had to scratch and claw there way in all the way to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what baseball team played the best after the first quarter of last years baseball season?  THE YANKEES.  The wasn't a better baseball team in the MLB after the month of May, than the Yankees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much more pitching improved Yankees were the best team in baseball last year if you do not include the month of April.  So while I'm not worried, I just wish they would wake up now, so I wont have to worry in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we got this less then stellar 2-3 start, against a team from a miserable country like Canada, and a glorified minor league team in Tampa Bay.  Wang better bring it tomorrow.  Theres nothing better then getting a good start out of a Wang, with a Mo-Job to finish up the night.(disgusting i know, but wipe that MoJo off your face son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its short but sweet tonight, the blog that is.  But next up for the Blog is a complaint about Jets Fans.  And I don't mean the current Jets fans(If your out there, I love you), I mean the Jet's fans that have the nerve to rock Jets gear that couldn't spell J-E-T-S if they were standing next to fireman ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the region of pink hats, I mean Boston, hopping on a band wagon is the trendy thing to participate in these days.  And don't smirk too much Giants fans, cause I've never seen so many NFL licensed hats in my life.  Theres a reason you didn't buy them before the super bowl win.  It's because you care about your self image, and friends don't let friends wear NFL licensed hats.  If your such a big Giants fan, you didn't need a ridiculous one size fits all flexfit hat to prove it before January.  And you shouldn't need one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFL Hats were never cool, they will never be cool, I don't care if your team just won the whole damn thing.  Get a sense of style, and originality.  Cause you were no where to be found, you weak ass mesh back, trucker hat wearin' Giants/Pats fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats no disrespect to the real Gmen fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wake me up when the Jets win a SuperBowl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-4390432841580113457?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/4390432841580113457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=4390432841580113457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/4390432841580113457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/4390432841580113457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-get-excited.html' title='Don&apos;t get excited...'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-2936195955238626734</id><published>2008-04-02T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:44:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/04/11/arod3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://towleroad.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/04/11/arod3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go we got baseball back, something to care about day to day that doesn't consist of 7ft people dunking on a 8ft basket(thats awesome)(not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously its Yankee season, Give it up I don't care if your sitting in your office, dorm, or luxury box.  You're all reading the same most important Yankees fan blog out there.  Tis the season right?  This is what we've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously you know I'm checking in for a reason and you know its a good reason.  But JBRO Whats the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason, Yep you guessed it Arod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first year in my life I'm considering Arod as a real person.  And as real person that means that even he can be a hero in this Yankee Lineup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have this little problem tonight.  The problem actually has a name, and its Sean.  Sean is a good guy, and I thought he was a real Yankee fan.  But Sean thinks that Arod is a True Yankee.  And lets be Honest if Arod kept his big lips suppressed and just went with the flow last off season he would of been a true Yankee.  I mean dude had a ridick season.  But NO, he decided that he would pick the most coveted day of the post season to declare his OPT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arod had the be the center of it all.  He had to be captain ass clown.  The money he would of made just wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats fine, take advantage of the opt out clause you have.  HOWEVER,......DO NOT GO BEHIND YANKEES BRASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BY YANKEES BRASS, I mean, that if the Yankees tell you to not opt out before they negotiate with you, to FUCKING LISTEN.  I mean it was the one order the Yankees gave you that didn't include facial hair.  Atleast give them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the conflict I had tonight, I say that Arod is not a true Yankee.  Theres a lot of negotiation behind True Yankeeship, and only the realest earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got upset that I said that Matsui was a TrueYankee and that Arod wasn't.  But any real Yankee fan can remember opening day 2003 when Matsui jacked a GRAND SLAM, that ultimately won the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that we all agree that Arod would of earned his PinStripe's if he just kept is mouth shut this offseason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even me, the most anti Arod Real Yankees fan alive, would of been fine with granting dude his pinstripes.  But no, Arod had to be the center stage of the world series.  A series that Arod, is yet to be apart of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddies only listenable argument, was that anyone in Arod's shoes would of Opted out of Arod's contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a fiscal standpoint fine, you got me, he would of earned more money either way.  But all that New York has done for you?  We accepted you in open arms, and your still watching Mike Lowell in the World Series throw that ball to first for the last out of the best game of (what should be your life).  So take a back seat, put money to rest because you got more than enough of it, and be happy 161st and River enjoyed your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, you flushed it all away, and if you don't repeat this year Aaron Boon was more of Yankee Memory then you were.  FACT(it's actually kind of sad but true, that one replay is bigger as far as yankee history goes than any of Arods homers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad really.  All I ask for is production, and Arod was the 2005 MVP and he 2007 MVP.  But the years in between he was a (its starts with an F and ends in an N) asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is who I give TrueYankee ship too?  I don't think so.  I love the Yankees as much as you do, and that's why I give Arod a D- for last years effort.  Could of been an A+, but the fact that you had to be so selfish and degrade the Yankee fans, and without the fans the Yankee franchise is nothing more than any other franchise.  Arod isn't bigger than me, and he definitely isn't bigger than you.  We made Arod, now lets keep him in check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS GO YANKEES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-2936195955238626734?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/2936195955238626734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=2936195955238626734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/2936195955238626734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/2936195955238626734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s Back'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-195819404960883379</id><published>2008-03-03T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:25:07.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Season = New Wallpaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.tinypic.com/30ju4uw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/30ju4uw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored and whipped this together real quick.  Hope you like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i27.tinypic.com/30ju4uw.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Large version, click the below link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/30ju4uw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1024x768)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-195819404960883379?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/195819404960883379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=195819404960883379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/195819404960883379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/195819404960883379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-season-new-wallpaper.html' title='New Season = New Wallpaper'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/30ju4uw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-1129916759520881104</id><published>2008-02-29T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:44:03.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Name Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://www.netglimse.com/images/events/father%27s_day/Big-Daddy.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG3hRBjjdz7_wHiMBGaKbmT1VqQhw"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://www.netglimse.com/images/events/father%27s_day/Big-Daddy.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG3hRBjjdz7_wHiMBGaKbmT1VqQhw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay its been brougth to my attention that my name 'Justin' is commonly used in  the jewish community.(I have nothing against Jews, I simply just don't want to be one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While i was said for  about 10 minutes I cheered up when I realized I was gonna get the chance to  change my name to whatever I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ive  narrowed it down to two  names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Frankenstien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes  while Frankenstien does have a jewish notion to it, it still sounded like a good  idea when that kid from Big Daddy said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And  The greatest Baseball Player ever once went by the name Justin as well.  But he  changed his name to Joba and things seemed to work out for  him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaning towards Joba  because I could keep my screen name, and nickname.  But I'm ultimatly leaving it  up to you the public...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote on the right side ---&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-1129916759520881104?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/1129916759520881104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=1129916759520881104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/1129916759520881104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/1129916759520881104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-for-name-change.html' title='Time for a Name Change...'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-8252019306557604918</id><published>2008-02-28T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:46:42.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day 2/28/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hiphop-beef.com/images/joe-budden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hiphop-beef.com/images/joe-budden.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyday I will bring to you a new quote of the day.  They will usually be something completely out of no where.  And by out of now where mean I black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today your lucky cause im torn between 2 gems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quotes of the Day 2/28/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Since when was it cool to get shot and not shoot back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jada Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joe Budden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanks first Exhibition of the year tomorrow vs. USF.  http://yankees.lhblogs.com for updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-8252019306557604918?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/8252019306557604918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=8252019306557604918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/8252019306557604918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/8252019306557604918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/02/quote-of-day-22808.html' title='Quote of the Day 2/28/08'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-3091236281817522173</id><published>2008-02-25T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:54:45.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://athleticsmedia.quinnipiac.edu/athletics/photos/MensLacrosse/St-Johns-2008/Images/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://athleticsmedia.quinnipiac.edu/athletics/photos/MensLacrosse/St-Johns-2008/Images/77.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bobcats are 2-0.  Buzzer Beater today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-3091236281817522173?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/3091236281817522173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=3091236281817522173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3091236281817522173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3091236281817522173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-6556245019082990789</id><published>2008-02-23T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:59:37.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up: Volume 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EFygFejgak/R8EiZUjtVMI/AAAAAAAAABk/8dEjjwkwXC0/s1600-h/lightneing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EFygFejgak/R8EiZUjtVMI/AAAAAAAAABk/8dEjjwkwXC0/s400/lightneing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170451665608594626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so heres the deal, Jaybies back aww(thats the jump off Joe Budden in me).  But anyway...  I was sitting at a Tampa Bay Lightening game tonight and was thinking to my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool would it be to be the guy at the stadium/arena that rocks the tank tops and shows off his shoulders that are covered in hair and weird spots?  I know what your thinking, "that doesnt sound awesome at all JBRO".  He probably hasn't missed a game in 15 years, and he's convinced himself that 9 dollars is a pretty good price for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you got me, I don't wanna be that guy at all, I just needed a reason to post a blog with a picture(that was taken from my phone).  I got free tickets tonight, and sure I wasn't shoveling snow at home, but I got to watch the Lightening Ice Girls do it 10 rows up from me.  Dirt in the face, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good luck goes out to the Bobcats, Bears, Knights, and Leopards.  Get that Gwop(for those of you that aren't number 1 in the hood G.  Gwop means money.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-6556245019082990789?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/6556245019082990789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=6556245019082990789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/6556245019082990789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/6556245019082990789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-i-grow-up-volume-1.html' title='When I grow up: Volume 1'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EFygFejgak/R8EiZUjtVMI/AAAAAAAAABk/8dEjjwkwXC0/s72-c/lightneing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-5773672566294141977</id><published>2008-02-11T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:14:03.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Posts takes a shot at someone other then A-Rod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thefeed.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/jets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://thefeed.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/jets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/video/?channel=NY+Post&amp;amp;clipid=1458_237375&amp;amp;bitrate=300&amp;amp;format=flash"&gt;Check this video out, priceless.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New York Post came up big with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture actually has no real reason to be included in this post other then its my favorite picture of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-5773672566294141977?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/5773672566294141977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=5773672566294141977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/5773672566294141977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/5773672566294141977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/02/posts-takes-shot-at-someone-other-then.html' title='The Posts takes a shot at someone other then A-Rod'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-5681637400422680949</id><published>2008-02-07T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:17:54.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Ol' Same Ol'</title><content type='html'>Okay, sorry Gmen fans I apologize for not giving props to you guys last Sunday.  Obviously I believe that the outcome of the super bowl would have been the same no matter who was playing the Pats, but I am happy the title belongs to NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heres the topic tonight, I actually got into an argument with some doosh from CT that had the nerve to tell me he was more 'NY' then I was.  He said he was closer to the 'City' then I was.  So here we have a guy that considers our city 'The City' yet he's from a whole 'nother state.  The only person that owns NY that isn't from NY is Joe Budden.  And if someone disagrees with that give me there address and I'll send his latest mixtape.  The best part about his argument was the fact that we google earthed his shit.  Turns out New Haven pails in comparison to Wantagh(never claimed NYC in the first place BTW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR REAL FOR REAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of the Pats fans finally grew a pair and owned up to there catastrophe that was the 17-1-1* patriots.  For some strange reason they either do not know they cheated, accepted it and still lie about it, or shun it away as it doesn't matter it was against the Jets they would of won anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last excuse about the Jets is my absolute favorite.  Because it sheds some light as to how intelligent Belicheck really is.  Here is all these Pats fans or as we like to call them Trolls and or Chowds preachin' about how the Pats didn't even have to cheat to beat the Jets in week one.  So here we got the common Boston clown shoe that knows  that they didn't need to cheat to win.  However we got Bill 'Pete Rose' Belicheck who still cheated anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your regionally proclaimed GREATEST COACH EVER cheated to beat the Jets in Week one, do you really think you didn't have to cheat to beat us.  If you say no, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does it all mean Basile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that Belicheck isn't the genius you thought he was.  Week one in simpler terms was just foreshadowing towards the super bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean NY Vs. Boston(we all love how that sounds) and of course Belicheck blowing the game on terrible self judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is if your smart enough to know that the Pats didn't have to cheat to beat the Jets in week one, and your favorite troll ever isn't, how is he going to win the Super Bowl???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you completely disagree with all of that, then you are a heavy believer in Karma.  And by being so, you are happy with the outcome of SBXLII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tell the pats fans that I don't understand why there upset.  They've witnessed 3 superbowl championships and so far 2 of them are still in good standing.  Thats 2 more SuperBowls then my Jets have ever been to in my life time is what I tell them.  So what is there response....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE, &lt;/span&gt;You've never come that far to blow it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIN SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the same people that didn't think the Sox were ever going to win a World Series 4 years ago.  Imagine me telling them they don't what its like to lose one.  They'd probably act irrationally without class, or cheat or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am a Jets fan waiting 4 years longer with no hope for a Super Bowl, and they have the fucking nerve to tell me I don't understand.  That "Oh its just the Jets, there terrible."  Are you fucking serious?  Have you ever experienced a Jets season before.  Because even our good seasons end bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess thats why they laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while they're laughing they'll never think what Belicheck thought Week 1 this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-5681637400422680949?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/5681637400422680949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=5681637400422680949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/5681637400422680949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/5681637400422680949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-interactive-thread.html' title='Same Ol&apos; Same Ol&apos;'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-8083713165007022331</id><published>2008-02-03T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:15:09.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Justice For All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUSTICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;18-1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Funny how they did that whole declaration of independence bit before the game. Because in the actual declaration the first complaint mentioned was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good." And call me crazy but does that not describe Bill Belicheck flawlessly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;and justice for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-8083713165007022331?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/8083713165007022331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=8083713165007022331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/8083713165007022331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/8083713165007022331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-justice-for-all.html' title='And Justice For All'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-3689645925714967476</id><published>2008-02-03T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:18:46.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you FUCKIN Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://obits.eons.com/obits/tributes/thurman_munson/2073-1-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://obits.eons.com/obits/tributes/thurman_munson/2073-1-photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am, feeding the Jukebox singles.  Pumpin out jams like We Fly High, Peter Gunz and Lord Tariq, and Sinatra NY NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know the delusional Pats fans crowd my shit and start chirpin.  I immediately tell them I'm a Jets Die Hard and a professional arguer.  They didn't understand too well.  So here i am toe to toe with like 6 NE fans that have no morals and don't know any better screaming in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized 2 things.  There no such thing as media in new england.  And by media I mean MASS media.  And by mass I don't mean Massachusetts, I mean Massive.  These motherfuckers didn't even know they got caught cheating again.  And not this season cheating, 2001 Super Bowl cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that pretty fucking embarrassing?  Like ashamed to walk out of the house embarrassing.  Its despicable, we all have morals to fulfill, and FUCK its pretty fuckin simple to live a good life.  We got a whole region blind.  Completely stripped of everything right.  And cursed with everything wrong, and part of me feels bad for them.  But when that jackass that comes  chirpin in my ear about how 4 players on the Yankees in the last decade took steroids and cheated the MLB.  I can only think about how 3 of them played for the Sox too.  And how the media owns these small/no minded clown shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do know that Conseco, Clemens, and Mo Vaughn were all Sox, and all at the same time.  These trolls are so confused by the ESPN reruns that they were career Yankees.  And I almost feel sorry about the true Bean town fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres an entire region of the country, that is so fucked in the mind that they actually think they are from the same city.  I actually had the blessing of working in NYC, so I have a shitty reason to claim NYC.  But do I?  Absolutely not.  I'm from Wantagh, its a small suburb on Long Island, and I fuckin' love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we left with?  A section of the country that is so twisted they have forgotten the true meaning of what this country was fought for.  Patriotism(kind of ironic, no?),  one who loves and defends his or her country.  A country that was found on freedom and standing up for what they believe in.  And what does Patriot mean to you?  Cheater, Liar, Adulterer(thanks ass clowns).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right Adulterer.  I'm talking to you Tom Brady, golden boy.  Yo 'Boston' is this who you want your son to be?  A phenomenal quarterback who has no respect for women.  And Brady is so good, he has women that actually think he's adorable.  These are the same women who set Susan B. Anthony back 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is all I have to say to you New England.  Yeah I'm a Jet fan, I'm pissed that you guys cheated this year and everyone magically forgot about it.  I'm even more pissed that you guys forgot.  Because you should be ultra embarrassed.  I mean you got caught cheating, thats fucking disgusting, and you refuse to understand that.  What more can I ask for show some fucking class.  You are human beings right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not because this quote displays a different view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Out first trip into Boston after Thurman        died, some assholes began chanting Munson&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sucks...totally classless." - Jim Spencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; Captian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You took it too far, grow up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mckay's, Eldridge's, Fitzgerald's, I'm sorry excuse your self from this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-3689645925714967476?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/3689645925714967476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=3689645925714967476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3689645925714967476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3689645925714967476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-fuckin-serious.html' title='Are you FUCKIN Serious?'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-1028317547313466768</id><published>2008-01-26T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:06:50.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves, Likes, and Hates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/77/Wantagh_Pkwy_Shield.svg/600px-Wantagh_Pkwy_Shield.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/77/Wantagh_Pkwy_Shield.svg/600px-Wantagh_Pkwy_Shield.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, listen up todays blog was brought to you by the Wantagh Highschool Yearbook Club.  That less than miserable after school club just didnt like the Brownes.  It might have been a mistake that they left out Big KBro's list.  And that would of been sort of acceptable.  But when I marched into that office the week before they published and told them they fuckin' better put my list in the year book, they should of listened.  Yeah they might of put Patty's in, but too little too late, you have to put the man who got robbed of Best Athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few loves, and rightfully so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, Friends, Jets, Yankees, Joe Namath, Joba Chamberlain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beers, Broads, old school Nick shows(doug, rugrats, you cant say that on television, double dare, you know), Tagh, T-town, Bars, Being Irish, My Tattoo, Beers that are natural, Gasparilla, St. Paddy's Day, St. Paddy's Day, 2pac, Nas, GHC, infomercialles, 360, SOCOM, Kerry Rhodes, USA, the armed forces(thank you boys), Phrancise Phil, Collie Buds, Poconos, Joe ft. Mystical -  Studder, Yankee Stadium, Shea Stadium(Before 1984), black eagles with 2 heads, FOOD, Carbombs, Uncle Phil, doing carbombs with Procida in Memory of awesome(what?) Jets like John Hall, Islanders, QU Bobcats, Long Islanders that aren't 'stereo typical', Lax, Lax, Lax, people with 'LAX' stickers on there SUV's, florida flea markets, double cheese burgers, cheese burgers with bacon, burritos, drive thru's, being picky, people that love the jets, google, wikipedia, the LoHud Yankees Blog, this blog, pizza from new york, Gyros, South Beach, people named Derek that don't spell it Derick,  people named Joba, the New York Yankees youth movement, sleeping with a fan that is set to speed 3, Fresh Prince, Creatures, Yankee roll call, TBS, having better calves that pat, having better calves then anyone in the world, sharing a birthday with Sid the Kid Crosby, being browne without being brown(that e is crucial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condiments, peoples named BILL, peopled with the last name Belicheck, people that rob dead Jets Owners, people that dont understand why I'm a jets fan, people that try to stop me from being a jets fan any longer, people that say they hate fake people(way to played out), douchebaggery, people that aren't from Long Island that look like there from Long Island while making fun of people that are from Long Island, Patriots, Giants, Super Bowl XXII, Gay Professors that teach Flash, Professors that don't believe in wikipedia, losing my phone, people that spill pretzels everywhere and don't clean em up, pizza from anywhere but new york, Met fans that hate the yankees for no reason(all Met Fans), Met fans that will root for the Braves if there playing the Yankees(WTF is that about, just grow up), Hank and Hal(for now), people that love jesus so much they bring signs to parades, Pizza places that don't deliver late night, the fact that i sweat so much that its a disability(HOW? well imagine not being able to lift you arms up), Hot bitches that know that there hot, fat friends of hot bitches that think there hot, people that say there from a city there not from(your not from boston, your not from boston), getting thrown out of mulchs for dancing to good, people that don't believe me when i tell them i never got my ears peirced, mulchs, and Tim Pelegrino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-1028317547313466768?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/1028317547313466768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=1028317547313466768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/1028317547313466768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/1028317547313466768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/01/loves-likes-and-hates.html' title='Loves, Likes, and Hates...'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-3574214973562201213</id><published>2008-01-25T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:15:32.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, yeah, yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://biomed.brown.edu/Courses/BI108/BI108_2004_Groups/Group06/Group6project/Graphics/Sports%20Graphics/AABF026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://biomed.brown.edu/Courses/BI108/BI108_2004_Groups/Group06/Group6project/Graphics/Sports%20Graphics/AABF026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is Jet fans, the day we've all dreaded.  We've got the satanic New England Patriots Vs. the fortunate New York Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simpler terms Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither team has the prestige,  New England has the fans thanks to the Boston Redsox, and the Gmen has the rest of the world.  No one really cares if the Gmen win, they just hope the Patriots lose.  And rightfully so, however I have browsed the Gmen message boards and they do not appreciate us Jet fans pulling for their Gmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gmen fan argument is..."those jets fans rooted against us last week and pulled for the Packers, so fuck them."  And their right,  Cause when it comes down to it we don't need the we got 3 SB victories and you don't.  Because we have the most important Super Bowl victory ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately this is a New York Nightmare.  Either Bill Belichick and his I don't care about my family and I could care less how Steve does at Rutgers Lax, he's lucky to have my last name and to have coaches that acknowledge that(My little brother lax'd circles around him at TOP 205).  Bill is a disgusting human being, he cheats on his wife, he cheats on the NFL, And he cheated on you New England Fans(But they don't care, cause they don't have morals) who's to say he didn't sell his soul to the devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind Belicheck, he's a great coach we all know that.  He is a disgusting human being, we all know that too.  Those are both truths, and if you disagree its because you are from New England and you have no morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are from New England and chose to be blind to the facts and accept a Liar, Cheat and a Scumbag as your leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I think the world agrees that you are 100% wrong, and you have a whole bunch of growing up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bring it on Gmen, we're pulling for you whether you like it or not.  We know you don't like us Jets fans cause we're a product of the 60's.  We're blue collar we work for what we get.  You're all about people showing up to games rocking pinstripe suits talking about how much more class you got.  But when it comes down to it, its the blue collar jets fans that rocked(and i mean ROCKED) the seats at Shea(they swayed up and down).  And you wish you had our history(a meaningless superbowl that the Jets would of won if it wasn't for Gastineau, and the loser in the greatest game ever thats awsome, not).  MOST IMPORTANT FOOTBALL GAME OF ALL TIME.  Deal with it...  If you disagree, you don't know football...ask pops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my declaration.  I am boycotting the super bowl.  There will be a free showing of Super Bowl III in my room on Super Bowl Sunday.  If you want a truly historic day, roll by.  If you want the sugar coated NFL, ESPN (we'll throw out the tapes and pretend you didn't cheat to get more viewers super bowl) be my guest.  Be a sucker to advertising, its my major, and I'll be making money off you 'know nothing' trolls in no time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time Happy Gasparilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klecko is GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.largeimagehost.com/displayimage.php?img=smalljoba.jpg&amp;amp;loc=UcUFUXU&amp;amp;skey=june25"&gt;New Joba Wallpaper I made...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-3574214973562201213?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/3574214973562201213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=3574214973562201213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3574214973562201213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3574214973562201213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah, yeah, yeah'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-477374528017918958</id><published>2007-11-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:22:55.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pulledmygroin.com/images/251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pulledmygroin.com/images/251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it was, but something got me stirred up tonight.  So I'm at a house party here at school, and I was just trying to give my usual cheers to the crowd in honor of the greatest football player who didn't give up(Barry, I love you but you had a few more years left).  Well who my generation was able to watch.  Thats right CUMART, aka 4th all time rushing leader, aka the most consistent running back in history(tied with Emmit),aka the most underrated athlete maybe ever, aka the athlete you cheers to at FG's(car bombs)(me, and procida) .  If you thought about Tiki Barber while reading the last few lines, you know close to zero about football, and should be ashamed of yourself.  While Tiki is a good radio personality, and a damn good football player, and finally came around and held on to the football the last 2 years of his career, New Yorks most talked about running back(at the time) couldn't touch Curtis Martin(New Yorks best running back ever in history)  in any aspect of life.(Sorry Gmen fans, but someone had to let you in on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was meant to take more of a religious point of view.  Well sort of.  You might have your commandments, or you paths of life, or your bar mitzvahs.  All of these things are as true as you believe they are, I'm not gonna sit here and tell you what to believe.  But there is one undeniable truth left in the world today.  Its not evolution, or that Joba Chamberlain eats small children, but it is that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS* HAD TO CHEAT TO BEAT THE JETS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The New York Jets will poop all over someones season, I hope its not the Steelers this week, I could care less about a city thats nothing more then smog.  I'm sorry Pittsburgh, but don't feel bad cause this paragraph isn't even about my hopes in the Jets to beat the Patriots.  Its about the Boys.  I know the Jets got a shot at the Boys.  The Jets got nothing to lose but a draft pick(a pick they would blundered anyway(cursed), we'll trade up our 2nd or 3rd pick for some pass rush or O-Line)  Ive seen Romo throw 6 interceptions in one game.  Thanksgiving will be the day people stop asking me who 'Rhodes' is, and why I actually own a Jets jersey.  Thanksgiving will be the day the world is introduced to Kellen 'The Beard' Clemens, Brad Smith, and the (soon to be) greatest linebacker of all time David Harris.  And Kerry Rhodes will be the first person with 2 sacks, and 2 interceptions(one pick6) in one game, in the history of the NFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Patriots, and the dreams Ive had about beating them this season.  Let them win, however(I'm sorry Grandma) take Brady out.  What sounds like and is a real scumbag move, has to happen.  One sack(do the jets even have one yet) is all it would take(and maybe a little twisting of the leg as you take him down).  Tom Brady can thank the Jets for his success.  After all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JETS GIVETH, THE JETS TAKETH AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH, and one more thing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next person that tells me that Bill Belichick is a good person, grow up.  Because your probaly not from Boston(as you claim), your from kind of close to Boston, like 30-60 minutes away.  If thats the case I'm a crip from the Queens Bridge projects.  Bill Belicheck is the same man who 'stole' 1 million from  former Jets owner Leon Hess, and promised he'd coach the Jets after Parcells.  Bill took the 1 million, faked a prayer at Hess' casket, and most likely hitched a ride on the Fung Wah up to Beantown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the true BTown fans(The Mckays, and the Eldridges) I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;There is a vote to the right of this post, however its more like an IQ test, so don't kid yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH, and one more one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you don't know this song(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_Ux9rzLJV4"&gt;Yeah click this&lt;/a&gt;), don't ever read this blog again, cause you don't matter...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-477374528017918958?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/477374528017918958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=477374528017918958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/477374528017918958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/477374528017918958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/11/pissed.html' title='PISSED'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-7322191061921122218</id><published>2007-11-17T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T09:48:30.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dopest thing I've ever seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/7974/untouchsmalljy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EFygFejgak/Rz8o5uHa44I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fF2MAu4re5A/s400/untouchsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133867072322462594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click it for a larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper that thang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-7322191061921122218?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/7322191061921122218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=7322191061921122218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7322191061921122218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7322191061921122218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/11/dopest-thing-ive-ever-seen.html' title='Dopest thing I&apos;ve ever seen'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EFygFejgak/Rz8o5uHa44I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fF2MAu4re5A/s72-c/untouchsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-7120523387350515975</id><published>2007-11-11T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:35:35.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons To NOT worry about the Yankees in 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://multimedia.heraldinteractive.com/images/031df67a6b_091507yankautographmg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://multimedia.heraldinteractive.com/images/031df67a6b_091507yankautographmg01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Joe Girardi is jacked, if he's losing he'll personally kick the shit out of the other manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pettite is most likely gone, he's actually handled his off season with class.  Crazy concept.  Turns out the guy cares about his family, so instead crushin' blondes in Toronto, he's gonna be a stand up dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeter aint worried about Moe, and Jorge, why should you be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shelly Duncan decided to stick with his original &lt;a href="http://www.bostonherald.com/news/regional/general/view.bg?articleid=1031894"&gt;autograph&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Joba Chamberlain eats children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In 1995 the Yankees hired a man named Joe.  Before managing the Yankees this Joe character was an announcer, and before that, he managed an NL team to a losing record.  In 2007 the same ball club, the New York Yankees, hired a man named Joe.  Before being hired to the New York Yankees he worked as an announcer in the MLB.  Prior to being an announcer he managed an NL team to a losing record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Red Sox nation has reached its limit.  Theres even Met fans, who hate them.  Yes, thats the same Met fans that scrounge up money in October and purchase Red Sox hats.  The same Mets fans who for years, have forgotten which city they belong to, and out of pure jelousy, and nothing more, nothing less route against there older brother.  Keep getting sweeped by the Phillies, seriously.  That city hasn't won a championship in anything in forever, fuck the Philadelphia Barrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Each MLB team participates in 162 regular season games.  Lets round that down to 160.  NFL teams play 16 games in its regular season.  Imagine the Yankees going 10-150, that would be like going 1-15 in the NFL.  And yet I find my self yelling J-E-T-S at every house party/bar I go to.  Oh and theres people that I have never seen before that join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For the first time since 1996 we are entering the season as the underdogs, we got nothing the lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  This ones for you Arod...  Anyone that knows me, knows that I have never liked Arod even when he was 'earning' his money.  No one can earn what he makes, slaves built pyramids because they had to, Arod couldn't play a decent game in October if he wanted too.  Arod started his career with the Mariners, they didn't make the playoffs till he signed with Texas.  The same Texas that was a AL West contender before the arrival of Arod, became nothing more then the AL West bottom feeder.  He was traded to the Yankees, a team that won 4 World Series within the 8 year before his arrival.  Thats only 3 less World Series then everyone favorite team the Boston Red Sox have won, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arod can ball, he's one of the best, don't get me wrong.  But I'll never forget what confirmed my discontent for Alex Rodriguez.  It was back in May, right after Arods record breaking month.  It was then when I was talking to my Grandma Frances.  She said Arod was a great player, but i just don't like him, I don't like his attitude.  Sure this is just grandma speaking, what does she know about baseball, well she knows more about the Yankees then anyone I know.  Well anyone except for Papa Vin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-7120523387350515975?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/7120523387350515975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=7120523387350515975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7120523387350515975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/7120523387350515975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/11/reasons-to-not-worry-about-yankees-in.html' title='Reasons To NOT worry about the Yankees in 2008'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-3331388619577041276</id><published>2007-11-08T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:34:04.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardly an entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/apmegasports/200708282202793785142-pf.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/apmegasports/200708282202793785142-pf.widec.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, I got nothing to rant about tongiht...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I do have one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song Butterfly by the band Crazy Town is terrific...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my declared fans(Kev, Ces, Cap, QU Blogcats) Hopefully I'll have something good this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those still in disbelief(you know who you are), Yeah Jbro does have a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for Joba, well I just didn't know what the picture should be, so Joba, welcome to the blog...don't hurt anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-3331388619577041276?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/3331388619577041276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=3331388619577041276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3331388619577041276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3331388619577041276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/11/hardly-entry.html' title='Hardly an entry'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-3782776377911561667</id><published>2007-10-31T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:28:30.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2005/writers/jay_mohr/11/23/mohr.sports/p1_et.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2005/writers/jay_mohr/11/23/mohr.sports/p1_et.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its Halloween tonight, and I bump into that dude that didn't know the back up quarterback for his favorite NFL team.  He approaches me and goes "Yo man, I know who the backup quarterback is for the Pats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam Cassell," dude goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would of been a legit answer if it were the 1980's and Drew Barrymore was sniffing coke at age 10 and the NFL was a nickname for 'Hollywood.'  But since its not the 1980's and the NFL isn't Hollywood, and Drew Barrymore is not 10 anymore dudes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three Pats fans around me correct him and inform him that Sam Cassell is a NBA player.  And the name he incorrectly googled is Matt Cassel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't operate google kill yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-3782776377911561667?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/3782776377911561667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=3782776377911561667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3782776377911561667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/3782776377911561667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-991246453524396979</id><published>2007-10-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:55:52.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziest thing just happened...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.dailyillini.com/justbaseball/files/2007/04/dice-k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://blogs.dailyillini.com/justbaseball/files/2007/04/dice-k.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm watchin' the World Series minding my own business.  The next thing I know the guy that handed me a free sample yesterday at the mall gets a base hit and drives in 2 runs.  Why god why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-991246453524396979?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/991246453524396979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=991246453524396979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/991246453524396979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/991246453524396979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/10/craziest-thing-just-happened.html' title='Craziest thing just happened...'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-998742023533123064</id><published>2007-10-27T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:33:22.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Place To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://milfordct.newenglandsite.com/photos/chicken-teriyaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://milfordct.newenglandsite.com/photos/chicken-teriyaki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have traveled this world for it.  Very few agree on it.  And there are millions of places to get it.  Whether its the country itself, a section of a city dedicated to it, or just mom and pop businesses  Chinese food is a part of my life and probably(hopefully) yours.  Lucky for all of us I have found the greatest place for the ultimate meal of Chinese food.  And lucky for you, you wont have to travel more then 15 minutes to attain it, no matter where you live.  We've all been there before, if you haven't eaten the greatest Chinese/oriental food, you absolutely had a free sample.  Thats  right  your  local  malls food court.  Today I took a trip to the mall.  Why you ask?  Because I got drunk and lost my NY Yankee cap.  After purchasing my new Bronx Zoo part Duex cap, I proceeded through a section of every mall I like to call Death Row.  By Death Row I mean the Food Court.  This Is where I was seduced by a small place(no pun intended) called "Little Tokyo."  I didn't make it more then 7 feet before recognizing the free sample man.  I'm fairly confident this man who probably has a first name that rhymes with his last name also works at Roosevelt Field Mall.  He was handing out free samples(with the toothpicks).  And fortune for us he works at every mall in America.  So what if I just stereotyped the Japanese(thats for pearl harbor, and hey that plane costs money stop flying into people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic at hand, CHICKEN TERIYAKI.  If you've eaten the chicken teriyaki at your malls food court, you know damn well what I'm talking about.  If you haven't eaten it, and have been too cool to hit up the free sample guy, please do.  We're talking about food so good, it will make you think twice before ordering from the hall in the wall Chinese place down the block that can use the money, and have you enjoying the ever so delectable food that is known as Food Court Chicken Teriyaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heres a small send off story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am a big Yankee fan, and a big Jets fan, If you read my first post you know that.  Anyway some dude walks into my room today with a sideways referee costume on(he claims it was an inmate costume).  MotherF'er drove to a Halloween party and couldn't find it, this is what I'm dealing with.  He comes in chirpin' about the Boston Celtics, which is fine by me, don't care about basketball until Jay-Z brings the nets to Brooklyn and opens the arena with a dope concert.  Anyways dudes starts talkin' about how good the Celtics are gonna be this year.  Which is fine, I could care less who wins the championship.  However MotherF'er was pronouncing the Celts like it was Kelt's, or CKelts.  It made me wonder, hey I don't know anything about 'em maybe thats what there fans call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To confirm my conclusion of wow this dude doesn't know a damn thing about sports he starts runnin' his mouth about the Pats.  I don't fire back because they have been absolutely perfect this year, instead I ask him a simple question.  Who's the backup quarterback for the patriots?  Dude goes it doesn't matter.  At this point I got eyebrows more crooked then 'The Rocks'.  I said, "Seriously dude whats his name?"  No response other then it doesnt matter your just jelous that the Pats are gonna finish undefeated.  Probably will and thats the only accurate statement you've made so far buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of commandments, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  If you root for a team because people you know root for them, DO NOT walk into a sports argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That sums up the commandments.  And that goes for you too fake Yankee fans...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-998742023533123064?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/998742023533123064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=998742023533123064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/998742023533123064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/998742023533123064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/10/place-to-be.html' title='The Place To Be'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-8432375447890696313</id><published>2007-10-26T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:20:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Well apparently I got drunk and made a blog last night.  Steve said its like reading a newspaper with out the BS.  Thats cool cause he's really smart and was in Horizons when we were younger and it makes me feel like I was in Horizons too.  Pat told me I was one silly bitch.  And Al's understandably upset that I haven't worked on his logo(my bad).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-8432375447890696313?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/8432375447890696313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=8432375447890696313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/8432375447890696313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/8432375447890696313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814914110719986350.post-9157292481693424896</id><published>2007-10-25T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:42:42.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>So I had a crazy Idea tonight,I'm gonna start blog. My blog will consists of of a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yankee Baseball:&lt;/span&gt;  So its the first time in recent memory(I'm 20 years old) were gonna have to  deal with the Bronx zoo(II).  Hope everyones ready for 6 changes in managers in 5 years.  Joe Girardi would be an excellent choice, but the Yankees don't want to 'poop' on Torre and Mattingly in the same week so Mattingly will get the job.  George Steinbrenner is as good as dead, as Hal and Hank have taken over operations here in Tampa.  Hal Steinbrenner is the business(hotel guy) orientated son.  While Hank Steinbrenner is the more baseball(he owned horses and horse raced) sports guy.  We're F'ed.  We told Uncle Joe to beat it if he doesn't think he can win a World Series, meanwhile the Steinny twins say we have to give time to the new manager before we decide if he is right.  (we're so fcuked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beloblog.com/ProJo_Blogs/PatsBlog/archives/pennington0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.beloblog.com/ProJo_Blogs/PatsBlog/archives/pennington0909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York Jets Football:&lt;/span&gt;  Huge bust, Mangini lost some weight, but his testies are down for the count too.  Chad PenningFuck has proven himself insufficient(ripped his poster down BTW).  Meanwhile the first ginger since Lucille Ball to actually matter rots on the sideline(Kellen (the next) Clemens).  Our defensive hero Jonathon Vilma is injured([benched] will be traded in 08, doesn't understand our defense).  The word injured and benched goes hand and hand int the Jets organization.  Thats just Mangina's way of pretending he is still apart of Belicheck's legacy.  At least we got Kerry Rhodes to root for, players call him Hollywood.  An earned nickname, he plays a role in Missunderstandingz(2008), a movie coming out next year.  Yeah the Pats are cheaters, but lets thank our coach for cursing us in the process.  The NFL is not like the MLB as far as 'cursed' goes.  But the NY Jets are so F'ed we don't even now how F'ed we are.  Its gotten to the point where I think Mangina should not have spoke out against Belicheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Islanders: &lt;/span&gt;The only NY team I'm a fan of that entered its season expecting to lose, that well isn't living up to its standards.  The Ranger's are last in the Atlantic Division  even though it went all 'Chelsea' on the hockey universe and bought its team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life:  &lt;/span&gt;The 'Sox are about to win  World Series and the Patriots are untouchable.  Pat's fans can thank the NY Jets for Belicheck and Brady(2001).  I am defiantly not ready for this, Tom Brady should die of ganerea and rot in hell.  No seriously there's only one athlete I hate for being good at what he does and its Brady.  I thought Pat Walsh would fit into that category but falls just short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Positives: &lt;/span&gt;The NLL announced today that its 2008 season will happen.  It's a pretty good feeling when you know that 7% of wall street will keep there night/weekend job. It's a shame that some sports writers belittle the NLL Laxers because they have real jobs on the side.  It's funny that they think that no one wants to see the "yuppies' play a pro sport.  On the contrary there the only pro sports guys that play cause they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much wraps things up the first installment...  Till tommorow(maybe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814914110719986350-9157292481693424896?l=jbrospot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/feeds/9157292481693424896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814914110719986350&amp;postID=9157292481693424896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/9157292481693424896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814914110719986350/posts/default/9157292481693424896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbrospot.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>JBRO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12118264752085569499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
