Sunday Morning Coffee : Remembering You Gab Sports & Sully

 In 2007 I started blogging at The Sport News, in the "blogging community"...It was a mix of people who wanted to be sports journalists, that thought The Sporting News would notice them and give them a job...Then there was the rest of us, who just liked writing and talking sports and talking shit...And it was from us regular guys where we who were still subscribers the magazine, that saw the magazine was stealing our ideas...

Eventually there was friction in the "blogging community" lead by a bunch political correct twats...A couple of guys I followed and that followed me started up their own site, YouGabSports.com...A friend who was now writing at both places told me I should jump over and check it out...Since I was spreading my social media seed and digital footprint, I joined...This was a collection of friends with a similar mindset, writing about sports and sometimes other shit as the fans we were...Just regular guys, writing as if they were taking over beers...We were all scattered all over the place blogging and playing fantasy sports together...Syracuse, Vermont, Illinois, South Carolina, California, Michigan, Texas, a few in Massachusetts, Thunder Bay, Cincy, I was in Cleveland and a Bostonian in Georgia...That last guy, in Georgia....That was Sully...We all communicated through email or just the blogs...Sully hated that...He wanted to talk to people...He was old school...So he got peoples phone numbers and he'd talk your ear off...Ranting about this and that and shooting the shit about our families...It gave a personal touch to whatever this thing was...

Shortly after joining they asked to exclusively feature my weekly Monday Moaning post...They saw the numbers it always picked up and I was their style...I was in...I posted it at YouGabSports and Sporting News I would post the title, with only the link to YouGabSports...That really pissed off the growing number of blogging enemies we were building up...

(side note)...We had some big time blogging wars between us and other Sporting News people who didn't like that we would swear in posts or that I often littered posts with a sexy, barely dressed women...One war so big, that a female blogger at The Sporting News said I had no balls...Now, on that site, I couldn't prove her wrong because their guidelines...It would have been blocked and I probably would have been deleted...So I created a blogspot page called Cock Burger and called her out and posted pictures from a few angles of my balls...Also of me jerking-off and a great shot of my jizz shooting...On Sporting News her name was the title and a link was the body of the post....That's the shit that gets mother fuckers cancelled these days...

Sully loved that one...He thrived off of confrontations in the blogosphere...clearly, so did I and that helped our friendship grow...We had each others backs but we had everyone on our site's backs...We felt like a online, Irish, Mob...There were times, late at night I'd be hammering out a fuck you blog about something and Sully was on the phone with me, fueling my fire, putting a line in my ear that I could plug into this next masterpiece...

Eventually I was offered to buy into ownership...Now this thing was profitable at all...It was a hobby...But a few of us felt like we could build it into a site that could make money, even if it was just a little pocket change...

Sully and I talked a couple times a week on the phone, kicking around ideas or sometimes just bullshitting about sports or life...He loved getting a conference call going with one of the other guys...Now there's three of us on the phone, but most of the time was it Sully talking...Always full of opinions and ball busting cracks...The fun calls would be when he was a having a few drinks...Normally I was too as I had just gotten home from a night at work and was winding down, just to get wound up by him and post a blog...There was one time with Sully, myself and B-Dub on a call and mid-sentence, Sully passed out...We were cracking up...Sully and I had built this great friendship and we had never spoken face to face or shook hands...The fucking Internet...

As time went on with YouGabSports things continued to change...Some guys left...A couple of the original guys left, some because there life was changing, they didn't have the time or desire to do this anymore...Some because of butting heads with me and Sully...A couple other guys moved into ownership, splitting costs...

But tensions grew...Like I said, we thrived off of confrontation...I was writing every day, some days 2-4 posts a day to keep fresh content up and keep getting traffic...Sully wasn't writing at all and things weren't getting done like trying to get advertising that could, if nothing else cover the costs we were putting into this thing...He said he wanted to make money off of it been fought against numerous ad vehicles...

Then my life had some major changes and I wasn't the only one on the site...I wasn't writing anymore...I did my Monday Moaning post and that was it...Sully was getting pissed at me about that, yet still wasn't writing.......

And then Fantasy Hockey season came along...He was the Commissioner for most of our site's fantasy leagues...He set the rules....He didn't realize he had no limit on goalies a team could carry...One guy noticed and was loaded up with elite goalies...So, of course a couple of us snatched up an extra goalie or two try to compete...And Sully lost his mind as he sat there with two (1 top tier, 1 average) goalies on his roster...It was stupid...He screwed up and then blew a gasket about it which just fueled a few of the guys (myself included) to throw it back in his face...It was just so fucking stupid...

Shortly after that myself and one of the other owners left...6-7 years I put into that thing and I said fuck it...Other guys left the fantasy leagues and stopped posting there....All of 2017 I didn't write...Like I said, my life had changed...Sully and I didn't talk anymore...I blocked his number...He unfriended me on Facebook...I blocked him on twitter...That relationship was gone...

 Then 2020 comes along with all of it's fucked up bullshit...In June, I started thinking about Sully...Wondering how he was...Feeling bad that this friendship had ended...I sent him a message...

I know things got shitty with us and ended...not how I wanted or expected...I’m sorry for my part in it. I hope you are well. I hope your family is well. The world is completely fucked up these days and I just wanted to let you know you crossed my mind...fuck I feel gay the way this is written.

He replied, saying he felt the same way and let's talk soon, but he was on his way out to an appointment...The next day we texted, trying to figure out a time to talk...I called him later that day...We caught up on things...How families were doing, all the crazy shit going on, Trump being an asshole...Oh, and he had Stage 4, really bad, inoperable cancer...He had been dealing with it for a awhile now...

I'm not a Karma guy...I'm not the most religious person...I don't know why, out of nowhere I started thinking about Sully and felt like I should reach out to him...But there we were talking on the phone just like we used to...He's talking about what's new with his wife and daughter, and bitching about how the Bruins are getting screwed by this round robin shit...and I'm telling him about the kids, and the pain in the ass of having my dementia riddled mother-in-law living with us in COVID times...

We talked on the phone a few more times...Mostly about Hockey or Football or family...He wanted me to get into a Fantasy Football league he was in...It was just like old times, except we didn't talk about blogging or our blogging enemies...Those days were over and neither of us cared about that shit anymore...He was hoping to get into a trial treatment program...He said, "why not? What's the worst thing it can do? Kill me...Cancer is already doing that."

I planned on calling him this weekend...It had been a couple weeks since we talked...With the kids back at school (at home) and dementia grandma, I lose track of the days sometimes...

Sully died earlier this week....Adding to the list of why 2020 sucks.

Farewell my friend

Thanks

It is Thanksgiving and I thought I would sit down and take a moment to reflect on just how lucky I am...I have much to be thankful for...

-Great friends, near and far...

-Wonderful friends who have helped us with our move and this major transition in our lives...

-Wonderful family...I'm am very thankful for how my wife's family has excepted me over the years...Since day one they have made me feel like one of the gang...My side, well, other than my parents and brothers I have distanced myself from the extended family...Far too much drama and stupidity to deal with...

My Parents, who excepted our moving, and understood why we were doing it, and supported us the best they could, even though we were doing it at the worst time for them...

-My amazing wife...I still wonder what the hell she ever saw in me..."I'm hard to follow, even harder to swallow, and impossible to hold."
She is pretty, smart, kind, loving, and incredible...She is a much better person then me, and always reminds me that I can be better...But she can't cook, so maybe that's why she keeps me around!

-My oldest daughter...Smart, sweet, honest, loyal, thoughtful, caring, mother-hen...She has a truly pure soul...I have told her before, but I don't think she has gotten yet...She can do anything in this world...She gives me a flicker of hope for future generations...

-My son...Amazing artist...He has more artistic ability in on finger then everyone on this block combined...drawing, clay, whatever...He just started doing it one day, and was great at it...He has incredible vision, with is eyes, but more so with his mind...He can spot a subliminal message in ad you put in front of he...He sweet and sensitive, and compassionate and slightly naive...I fear it will work against, but I don't want him to totally lose it either...

-My youngest daughter...#3...The one that changed everything...She flipped our world upside down and I'm so thankful for it...Every day, no matter how bad things may be going, she will make me laugh...She will bring complete joy over me with the littlest, silliest thing...

-Our wonderful home...Yes, I'd be thankful just for having a home...But I am very thankful for the deal we were able to workout to get this home...I am thankful for this house, that seems to fit us like a glove...Whenever I moved in my life, I needed an adjustment period, to get use to things...To feel comfortable...To feel like I belonged...In this house, I felt like I belonged day one...I think we all did...This house feels like home...

-Lastly, I mentioned my parents earlier...I am what I am mostly because of them...I am thankful for that...And I am so thankful for my mother's toughness, and courage, and health...In May doctors were talking about Stage 4 Cancer, quality of life, and trying to get her an extra year...After 24 weeks of Chemo, her scans are clear...Shocking us and shocking the hell out of the doctor...Now she is fighting to get her strength back, and to get back to herself....I am so thankful for her health, and for her example...

I apologize if this too damn sappy...I'll get back to being an asshole in my next post...For now, chop that birds head off, and get him in the oven sugar-tits!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday Moaning

Full disclosure to start this Monday's post...The pic, has nothing to do with any of it...Just doing my best to catch eyes, and get those page-views from our pervert demographic...

Also, in the world of sports, I got nothing for ya...I did 7 sports blogs last week Monday through Thursday...After that, the weekend was all about family...

My wife's sisters, and some cousins, and Uncle and Aunt, and niece and nephews came into town Friday...Somehow, Friday morning we managed to get our PA licenses, so we could complete the process of buying a new car...

Then it was an evening out with all the family, including my in-laws...Saturday, I spent prepping and cooking food, as we were having everyone at our house for a party...The kids had fun, the adults ate and drank, and caught up more...It was all great...It was a lot of fun...And I was really happy to see how my father-in-law handled it all...His dementia has kicked his ass...But he was happy being around everyone...Even if the memories were fuzzy or even gone, you could see he knew he belonged...And our dog Finnegan spent a lot of time with him...He loves dogs...He was happy as a pig in shit feeding the dog treats, and just sitting there petting him...The mutt was pretty happy too...When I git back from taking my in-laws home, Finnegan was sitting, curled up in my father-in-laws chair...Holy shit this post has gotten sappy as fuck already, but screw it...It was cute and wonderful...

I tried to catch up on some college football highlights, but didn't last long as I passed out on the couch...

Sunday started with me finishing up cleaning up from Saturday...Most of it was done, but my OCD had me straightening things up...Our guests were wonderful and helpful, but I'm slightly nuts about where things (in the kitchen and pantry) get put away...The wife took the kids swimming at the hotel her sister and nephew were at...Then, along with their parents and brother we all met for lunch before her sister left town....

The afternoon was lazy...We didn't do shit...Then we took the kids to a special screening of "Home Alone" on the big screen...The movie theater is doing Sunday screenings of old movies through December...And at first you'd think "Home Alone" wasn't old, but this year is it's 25th anniversary...The kids love the movie, and it has become a Christmas classic...They were excited to see it in the theater...

It was a great family weekend...It was great spending time with some great people, who we don't see enough...My wife's uncle said, he thinks these get-togethers will "happen more since we moved to here," and that we're "keeping some roots here"...I didn't think about it at first, but after everyone left I asked my wife, "How you feel being the roots?"  Erie was the launching pad for whole family...That comment made us feel even better about our decision to move here...

But as great as this weekend was, nothing was better then the phone call I got Friday morning...My Mom called...The hardest part of the move was moving away from my folks, especially since she has been going through Chemo...After 24 weeks of Chemo to treat Stage 4 Cancer, she was told to ring the bell...Her scans were all clear...No tumors anywhere...The doctor who had started this process talking about quality of life and trying to buy her a year or two, was blown away...

Because it's Stage 4 they will continue to keep a close eye on her, and are talking about some preventative treatment, but she sounded good...the best she has since April...She is planning on getting into some exercise group at the Y, for people recovering from Cancer...She was talking about getting stronger and being able to see the kids...12 weeks ago she was talking about being dead within a year and now her scans are all clear and she wants to get back to her old self...

So yeah, it was a great family weekend, and I can honestly say, I gave zero fucks about sports...

Have a week...

I'm Not Sure there is an Emoji for How I Feel?

The last six to eight months of my life have been crazy, frustrating, stressful, tense, filled with changes, challenges, highs and lows...My wife and I have dealt with financial struggles...Our family has been dealing with her father's illness, and my mother's illness...I have had the opportunity to spend more time with my kids...With having more time with them, and focusing on them more, it  has lead to me worrying more...And I have always worried a lot...

The last month or so, I have been thinking a lot about my past...And while so many of the memories are great, I end up feeling depressed...And then there are the stupidly odd moments I hold on to...Moments when I felt totally and completely embarrassed, and I sit there getting angry at my childhood self, and feeling embarrassed...As if the people in that moment even remember it...The moments I should take pride in are washed over by stupid seconds in time I'll never be able to change...Nor should I really care to so fucking much...

My mother is sick...Really, really, fucking sick...And she puts up a front to me, as if I don't know how bad it is...As if brother and I haven't talked...Because my dad and him have talked about it all...Is it because I'm the youngest?  My mom and I have had a bond that she my brothers didn't have with her...I could talk to her about anything, and did...She has always been one of my best friends...I always took her side...What does that mean? As a child I woke up many nights to the sound of my parents fighting...(verbally, never physical)...It was often because of my father's drinking...

For many years of my youth, I didn't like my dad...As I got older, around 18, we got closer over the years...I learned more and more about him...He's one of the smartest guys you'll ever meet...And he's as tough as they come...Now I have seen him change...His wife, my mom, is sick...And it is killing him...He wants to take it and put it on himself, but the Gods and Cancer don't work that way...He's tense and protective of her...I've never heard fear in his voice...I hate how it sounds...

I'm often anxious...8 months ago I was taking anti-anxiety meds...But I couldn't cum...That's not going to help my stress level...Tried a different one...Didn't feel like fucking...Never felt that way before in my life, and don't want to again...That's not working...No drugs I guess...I've been taking vitamins and natural stuff to help...It's been pretty good...But the last couple weeks, not so much...

Stress, depression, anxiety, sadness, worry, frustration...All of those, hit me withing a couple hours, out of nowhere...I'm a father of three kids...And they are growing up faster then maybe my mind wants...So yeah, I can understand feeling these things at times...But it's been hitting me every night...After everyone is asleep...I'm still awake...Worrying about important shit, stupid shit, regrets, memories, what-ifs...I ride it out until my body starts giving in to the need for sleep...Then I finally go to bed...I put on a podcast, or some form of talk radio on my iPhone, to try to shout down the voice (worries) in my head...I put on music some nights, but I can't on the bad nights...It's too easy for my mind to stray...It just becomes a soundtrack for the insanity...

I've always had trouble sleeping...When I was kid, I would sit up in my bed, rock myself back and forth...Once I was tired out enough, the body was able to shutdown, and override the head...If I was to play dime-store shrink, which I guess is what this post is doing, I would say it is a build in fear, from waking up so many nights as a kid, to the sound of my mother being upset, and arguing with my father...(Listen, I had a good childhood...I love my parents, and they love each other...And they're still together, and I know plenty of people who can't say that)...It's not them...It's me...I hold onto the stupid or bad stuff, and the good stuff has to battle it's way back in there...As a teenager, I listened to sports talk radio, or music while I drew and painted...There were days I slept more in school then I did at home...

As I got older, drinking helped knock me out...But nowadays, that doesn't cut it...I'm a parent...I have to be able to function...Getting tanked every night so I can sleep doesn't work for me...

Where the fuck is this going?

I'm sick of being anxious/nervous...Listen to this shit...It became a thing about me...'My thing'...Some good friends joked about it with me...If I told you "I'll be there," or "I'll meet you guys there," or some shit like that, making plans...That inevitably meant, at least to those that got it, that I wasn't going...My whole life I made plans, and come time or close to time to go, I would get sick...Or just feel blah...Or just not go...It happens still, and I have to fight with it...My wife and I have had plans to go somewhere, or meet friends, and a couple hours before, or even up to 20 minutes before, I'll say, " I don't feel like going,' or "I don't want to do this," or "do you just want to stay home and watch a movie?"

Yeah, I'm kinda screwed up...

Maybe I don't need a shrink...Maybe this is the way to work it out...Just spew it all out like this, for anyone to see...What's the difference between a strange doctor listening to me, opposed to strangers reading it on my blog?  I would say this way is cheaper...

I'm not looking for pity or sympathy...I just want to say these things...I just want to get it all off my chest...I'm a father and a husband...Maybe it was how I was raised, but I have to hold these things in...I can't show my kids my depression...My wife sees some of this shit, and has listened to my frustration, but she has enough on her plate...She doesn't need to hear me whine about why I can't sleep or whatever else...

I want a change...And not a little minimal change thing...I want a big change...I want a fresh start...things are happening in our life that may help this come to be...My wife and I are talking about a move...No, a move won't erase stupid old memories, and my fucked up quirks...But I feel like it's something I want and need...She is in too...I think it would be good for all of us...

The toughest part would be moving away from my parents, especially with what they are going through right now...The other tough one is the is the kids...Our oldest especially...She has roots...Those young strong roots that you feel as a kid, if they are ripped out, you'll never recover...My wife went through it, and she was okay...I actually think it helped her...Gave her the courage to do all the things and make all the moves she has made...

My wife is a amazing...My kids are amazing...My life isn't horrible...It isn't even bad...It's good...I know this...I'm lucky...That's why this depression and anxiety bullshit is pissing me off so much...

Thanks for listening.

Monday Moaning

Yep, I could use a nice cold beer!  First off, I had a few things earlier this week to say about something that happened to my son...This LINK will take you to the second of two posts, it also contains a link to the first post...

So yeah, after that I wanted a drink or two...Then the New York Rangers went and lost game 7 to the Tampa Bay Lightning...I was having fears all throughout this series...The Rangers have been known for their speed and team defense...Problem 1...They play defense first...If they get a lead they just play all defense, and will only take a offensive chance if it come from a defensive breakdown from their opponent...Problem 2...The Lighting had the speed to match (if not better then) the Rangers...

There was a lot of complaining about the play of Rick Nash, which drives me crazy...He plays the system that he is in, and his defensive play was exceptional...And in 7 games against Tampa Bay, he had 7 points...That's not horrible people...What was horrible was the play of Martin St. Louis...From the moment the trade of Ryan Callahan for St. Louis was discussed, I hated it...Trading your captain for a guy 9 years older...It was ridiculous...And it showed...St. Louis looked nervous and uncomfortable whenever he had the puck on his stick...He was noticeably slower...Not good when you've made your name being one of the faster guys on the ice...His play was horrible...Callahan meanwhile played his normal gritty fashion just days after having his appendix removed...

Big Money defenseman, Keith Yandle, brought in at the trade deadline sucked...His defense was bad, and the offense he was suppose to bring, he must have left in Phoenix...He played his best game defensively in game 7, having to pick up the slack, as shutdown defenseman, Ryan McDonagh saw less ice-time because he had been playing the last few games with a broken foot...

There were some complaining that the injury of Mats Zuccarello in the Washington series had amajor impact on the team...Listen, I love how Zuccarello plays...He's a small, fast, feisty, gritty player, who has come into his own the last couple years...But if losing him is going to kill your Championship hopes, then you have bigger problem...The Rangers decided to let Defensman Anton Stralman walk after last year, and he walked right into Tampa Bay, and had great season, and his defensive play against his old mates was outstanding...The Rangers have been dead-set on keeping D-men Marc Staal and Dan Girardi, and Stralman's play proved they made the wrong call....The Rangers have grossly overrated Staal for years...And Girardi just looked tired through this series.

While I bash my team, I have to give proper credit to the Lighting...They played excellent hockey...They have a great eye for talent as Ondrej Palat who was a force, was drafted 208th overall in 2011, and line mate Tyler Johnson was an undrafted free-agent...So far in the playoffs, Johnson has 12 goals and 9 assists in 20 games...Kid is killing it...

Thankfully, Saturday night the Chicago Blackhawks beat the Anaheim Ducks...It's bad enough a city like Tampa Bay is in the Stanley Cup Finals, but if it was a California versus Florida Final, that would just be sacrilegious!

As for the Finals, I think Chicago is a better team...More talent with the likes of  Toews, (best captain in the game) Kane, (insane talent and skills) Keith and Seabrook, (defensive studs and minute eaters) Hossa, Sharp, Saad, Bickell, Vermette, and more...I think Lighting Goalie Ben Bishop is better then Cory Crawford, but Crawford has been there before, and has a Cup under his belt...Chicago have been also been playing with pretty much 4 defensemen...That could bite them in ass if they can't feel comfortable mixing a couple other guys in there...Tampa Bay on the other hand seems to keep their legs fresh, dressing 7 defensemen...I think it will be close, but I'm going with Chicago.


-So, now that I got that hockey stuff out of the way, I'll move back into some personal stuff...About a month ago I took a chance on a new job offer...It was a "mom & pop" Italian place...The offer was good, and the plans and goals the husband laid out in front of me were very exciting...I had very high hopes for this career move...When I got in there I was saddened to find out they were using premade, frozen meatballs...Premade, frozen gnocchi, raviolis, tortellini, no in house made pasta...There were a number of little frustrating things, including I was training a new staff, without even knowing all I needed to know...Like how to make the house Red Sauce (which was actually homemade and delicious)...There was no recipes and no one showing me anything...I received a number of compliments on the food from the staff and guests as I was just winging it (doing it my way)...The couple of staff members who weren't new were telling me, "it's gonna get better, you're gonna make it better."  That's a nice thing to hear, yet slightly alarming...

After some time, I felt the need to discuss changing stuff like the frozen shit, and writing out recipes with the wife...She ran the actual restaurant, and these were things her husband and I discussed...The talk didn't go well...Her saying "You better think about the choice you made." I left frustrated and upset...I called the husband, and he was not receptive to me, saying he "wasn't going to choose between me and his wife." I wasn't looking for  a choice, just for them to get on the same page, and then we can work it out from there...

I got home and a was a wreck...Added to this, just days before we found out my Mother has Stage 4 Cancer...My wife and I talked for a while...We decided I would quit...My Mother was our primary sitter...She watched Molls every day that we were both working...Picked up the kids from school on those days...Got them started on homework, and has a major part of all of our lives...She was starting Chemo right away, and putting Molls in Daycare for a fuck-ton of a money didn't seem worth it...

I had felt like I had missed out on the last year to year and half of the older two kids lives...I had felt like a shitty father...So, for right now I'm Mr. Mom...(but looking to pick up some part-time hours)...Cooking, doing the dishes and laundry, taking care of stuff with the kids, and getting to a park with the kids as much as possible...I've a had a great time with Molls, and she's come back a bit to being Daddy's little girl...I feel like my son and I are reconnecting...My oldest is 13, she likes me and helps, but she's a bit bot crazy right now...But I'm happier then ever, and working on becoming the best wife I can be...(yeah, my wife and I joke and call me the wife...I like to cuddle after sex too!)

It's been a crazy, rocky few months...I'm terrified about what's going on with my Mom, but for everything else, I feel positive that things are going to work out alright...Hopefully her health will too...

For all the things that have been going wrong, I'll close with this....






Have a week!

I'm Sick of All This Pink In My Sports

I'm pretty sure this post won't be popular, but hey, when have I cared about that? Let me make it clear before I get into this...I AM NOT PRO-BREAST CANCER! I love breasts too damn much for that! I'm not Pro-Cancer in any form...That would just be stupid...Okay...

Now, remember the good old days when you could watch hockey, and a goalie wearing blue and orange wasn't wearing pink pads...First of all, from fashion view point, it looks awful! Second, I'm kinda tired of the "Look at Me, I care factor."

Just like all those fucking "Livestrong" rubber bracelets..."Look at me, I spent 4 dollars on a rubber band, and 1 dollar goes to cancer research." You're such a hero! Those stupid things have become a fashionable thing, to make people feel good about themselves...Such a fad, that people have been selling them on ebay at a large mark-up, and of course, not giving any to cancer research...

And for the last few years, every October is filled with pink, for Breast Cancer Awareness...From high school to the NFL, players have pink gloves, pink towels, pink tape on their ankles, pink everything...


I'm not against breast cancer awareness...But, umm, it's 2011...I'm fucking aware! And if you need the Steelers' date-raping, quarterback, to wear a pink wristband, and pink towel to make you aware of it, you're an asshole!

And when a high school football player is wearing pink tape on his ankles, none of the money he spent on that tape went to cancer research...College Football players wearing, pink gloves...Guess what...They didn't pay for them...Nike or Adidas or whatever company the school has a contract with, just gives them that shit...Now maybe those companies throw cancer research a bone, but I doubt it's much, if anything...How about when you're at your local team shot ladies, and you buy a pink jersey...You ever ask how much goes to cancer research?

None! Unless what you are buying is marked that a percentage is going to cancer research, the answer is none...It's just people making a buck off of the "Look, I care, I'm aware" fad...Capitalism at it's finest...Pulling at your heart-strings, and pulling at your wallet...

Later, The Beeze.

Rise Above It "Super Bowl" Party

A friend of mine at the Fish House, like many of us lost a loved one to cancer, and since then she has throw this "Super Bowl" party to raise money to fight cancer...

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So I told her I would post a little add on my blogs....So if you're in the Cleveland area on "Super Bowl Sunday" stop by the BLIND PIG...Eat, drink, watch the game, maybe win one of the door prizes, and help fight cancer...RISE ABOVE IT!
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Here's a link to their site....http://www.raibenefit.org/
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Later, the Beeze.