Poor Dobbs

Poor Dobbs: So, it appears that poor old Dobbs got the crap knocked out of him at Doyles on Sunday. For some reason, Harnett is making it a point to hit up every St. Patricks Day even in the tri-state area, including the Hoboken debacle last weekend, in which he spent two hours at a bar throwing costers and lemons at Pipes while he was working. Anyway, he was at Doyles and someone punched him in his precious, Irish face which required his sister taking him to the hospital that night. Now, the details are fuzzy, and I asked Pipes first hand on what happened and he wrote this this to me: I really don't know the details, but I am sure you can make them up. I had left about an hour or so before it happened. I can say this, his sister was looking good and I confronted her about why she called me a d**k to your brother. I also asked her about when she admitted her love for Paul and she confessed to it. So make up some stuff... Actually Pipes, Rosemary called you a dirtbag and slimeball. And she said it to me, Dobbs and Paul, as well as Harnett's retarded cousin. Regardless, I think you summed up what happened.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year

It’s the most wonderful time of the year:
I’m telling you, nothing is better than March Madness. Conference Tourneys->Selection Sunday->the Big Dance? I mean seriously, does it get better than that? March rivals Christmas time for being the most wonderful time of the year.

Although I thought Syracuse was a Final Four team pre-season, now I’d be happy with not getting their asses handed to them tonight by UConn and an Elite 8 appearance.

Update

Updates:
Well, Mike Cooper demanded an update, and who the fuck am I to deny him of one? Last night, PK and I hit up the Joyce with some of my co-workers from LV, then proceeded to Merks house for a drink. What turned out to be a downlow night, ended up with a Bobby C. cameo of sorts.

Tonight, we're going to 3rd and Long, where Pipes is guest bartending. We'll see what we can do to cause some trouble there.