Field vs. Doyle Round 1

First off Merry Christmas to everyone out there in DroppinTreats country. This past Wednesday at Belmont High was one of the most anticipated one on one pickup games of all time; Kevin D. Field versus Ryan Q. Doyle. The E-mails about this highly anticipated match up started weeks ago. This was the prime time match up that everyone wanted to see. Hands down these are the two of the worst basketball players out of our group of friends. Doyle is known for hip checking and his patterned laser one step jumper from inside the foul line that usually hits more back board than anything else. Fields game has always been much of a mystery to me because I had never seen him play before. From what I have gathered though from my sources is that his game is exactly the same as Doyles. On paper, this is about as even as a match up as you can get.

Unfortunately, I showed up about an hour after everyone else did because of my own basketball practice. The first thing I asked though was "Did I miss it?!?!" and there was a resounding no from the fellow ballers. This instantaneously put me in a bad mood. From what I heard, Field has played in more pickup games through out the course of the night and there was even mention of him going coast to coast on Doyle. I am already thinking that I have underestimated the little spark plug of my room mate as a hoopster. Upon my arrival my team played in 3 games, Field was on my team for all three. His game is a little rough around the edges but not too bad. Doyle played in 1 of the games and played his typical Doyleian type of game.

Now its time to wrap it up, we didn't have enough time to play another full court game, so we immediately start to beg for this match up. Game to 5...Winners take it. They shoot and Field misses and Doyle drains it. Doyle gets right into his only offensive move, trying to back his man down. Now, as referee, I was willing to let a lot of things slide. Two things I could have called the entire time could have been 3 seconds and arm checking. Doyle never left the paint once and Field wasn't exactly playing sound Boston Celtics D, he was more in a mood of trying to punish Doyle's kidneys. On three consecutivc possessions, Doyle backs down field, gaining a little bit of ground with every dribble and got close enough to where a 7 year old was even going to make the layup. It was just a case of Chinese water torcher for Field. Finally, Field gets a stop on a rare miss by The Bod. The two warriors are just spent physically...Field takes a two pointer from the top of the key and shanks it off the right side of the rim. Doyle got the rebound and it was over from there. I never thought in my life I would eve say this, but Doyle has the more polished basketball game of the two and made Field pay for it.

Not a bad first fame for the two...cant wait to see the in week adjustments and if Field can bounce back or if Doyle will continue to lay the wood to him.

-Rockdaddy

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE DROPPIN' TREATS FAMILY

Droppin Treats Festivus

Festivus comes but once a year. If you have no idea what festivus is, you're nuts. but this will explain it right here.

As we all know Festivus begins with the airing grievances.

Let's start with D

D, you are unbelievable. The blog started as 4 of us. You had about one post before you decided to roll over and die. You were supposed to be the voice of reason. Then you go on to work 80 hour weeks and be a dickhead. Ughhh sorry guys I gotta work on Saturday and Sunday so i cant go out. Ughhh sorry I cant go cuz I dont get out of work til 10pm. thanks for contributing D, you're the man.

Rocco - Are you kidding me dude? You've been ripping on me because you all had to carry the blog while I was in Europe and that was over 6 months ago. You drop a treat like you're on a menstrual cycle and the only difference is I'm the one cramping up after I read it. Whenever Rocco walks by me I have to cover up because I know he is going to reach for my genitals. It's safe to say nobody has touched "me" more than Rocco has in my entire life. Thanks Rock, you're the man.

Jimmy - You're the only person I know that will continue to spell Ridiculous as rediciulous no matter how often someone corrects you. You're idea of dropping a treat is posting a gif or a picture. Not to mention, the gifs usually are about the equivalant of a stick figure drawn in microsoft paint, in both effort and humor. Sweet. Jimmy's here. The party can start. You're the man dude...seriously.

And now, for the Feats of Strength.

The feats of strength this year will go to Rocco. Rocco, you must wrestle D.















Looks like Rocco won. Happy Festivus everyone

-- Boosh

DECADE IN REVIEW: 2002

Second Semester Junior year. It's hard to think about anything else other than the Patriots winning the Superbowl. The first game of the playoffs against the Raiders, the infamous tuck rule game. It was awesome. I further remember the ride home where we got nailed by a drunk driver in Davis' car. Then the guy took off. hahahahaha.

Winter track was a dominating team and we won the MVC easily. In the Spring, we dominated as well and won States, as well as the MVC. I had won 5 consecutive MVC championships with Levine at this point.

The Lakers would go on to win their third in a row and the Red Wings would in the Cup. Bonds dominated all of baseball in 2002 and would bring the Giants to the World Series only to be defeated by the Angels.

In 2002, we tormented our teachers. Ms. Araujo, our spanish teacher, to be exact. In no particular order, we left snowballs on her desk, we would yell "Da me Cabeza" at her throughout the class (look it up on freetranslation.com if you want to know what the literal translation of that is). Ryan Byrne threw a folder at her. We slept in class. She made me sign a contract that I would stop taking over her class. I copied and pasted a Weird Al song into Altavista and translated it into a poem and handed it in. Jimmy got caught cheating and she continued to let him cheat. We convinced a substitute teacher that I was deaf (in a spanish class). We changed her computer screen saver to say inappropriate things. My brother would hide in her closet and jump out in the middle of class to scare her. Peter Ricci would walk into class and just say hello, despite Araujo having no idea who he was. We looked up her home phone number in the yellow pages and told her her daughter gave it to D when he slept with her. When she was out one day, I used that number and called her house and asked her where she was. She was not happy. We were supposed to do reports on spanish artists like Picasso and Dali and my brother decided to give his oral presentation on Joseph Stalin without telling her.

I'm sure I missed some...

That summer I started working at Fenway with my brother. It was a pretty darn good time being at all the games. Summer went by fairly quickly and it ended with me losing a tooth and having my 4 bottom teeth go through my lip in a kneeboarding accident. Oh well. Senior year kicked off with a bang. Rocco was startin at QB. Jimmy was returning kicks to the one yard line and gettin tackled. D was bein a dickhead. We were all applyin to colleges now and that was stupid. I applied to Tulane and was dead set on going to New Orleans after they accepted me. Of course, things would change in 2003. But as of right then, I was dead set on being a Green Wave in good ole Nawlins.

At one point during the fall of senior year, I remember at one party Jimmy kept snorting sugar and then tweaking out to convince these sophomores that he had ODed. The kids bolted out of the house, got pulled over and told the cops that we were all doing lines at the party. The cops showed up and conducted a pretty wild search, only to find out that it was all a big joke. Needless to say, those sophomores were never seen or heard from again.

The school decided to make all of these changes, such as putting bars in the middle of hallways. This would begin "lunchtime relays" in which I'd retrieve a baton and we would run laps around a smell section of the school outside the cafeteria and pass the baton to whoever else wanted to join.

I know there are plenty more 2002 stories, but im pretty sick of typing. put some in the comments and i will add them in, that goes for the other years too.

-- Boosh

DECADE IN REVIEW: 2001

Ahhh, 2001. a WAY better year than 2000. It started off farily rough though. First, my dog died when he was only 5 years old. We think he had a heart attack but who knows. that sucked. Then, a week later, it seemed like things would pick up when the Ravens beat the Giants in the Superbowl. But, Ray Lewis stabbed someone to death and got away with it by pleading to a misdemeanor obstruction of justice charge and carried on with his life. Smells like justice to me. Mike vick goes to jail for dogfighting, Plax goes to jail for shooting himself in the leg, Ray Lewis stabs someone to death and goes free. But yeah, let's just continue to pretend society isnt composed of morons.

My first year of indoor track was interesting. I missed hockey but track was that much better with jimmy on board. The team itself was solid. We ended up winning the MVC that year. That spring we also won the MVC in outdoor track so it was a pretty good string of championships to round out my sophomore year.

The downside, well the Lakers won again. But, my favorite hockey team at the time, the Colorado Avalanche, secured a game 7 win over the New Jersey Devils. Which was awesome. The summer of 2001 was interesting. The gf and I broke up at the start of summer. I started working as the Pushcart cafe as a mop boy. It was a grimy job but someone had to do it. I took my license test (all I had to do was drive around a rotary) and I officially was licensed to borrow my parents cars when they werent using them. Lucky for me, my parents never made it out much.

Junior year of high school was about as good as it gets. The soccer team was sick and we would end up winning the MVC. September 11th happened and I remember the high school told everyone to stay in class. I wasnt having it so I went to the library to watch everything unfold after the two towers were struck. I remember standing next to Mr. Piscione as we watched both the towers crumble on live TV amidst gasps and sobs. Then I remember him whispering in my ear "this is all your fault." I tried really heard not to laugh, and I succeeded. but it wasnt a complete success as I was arguably the only person outside of Afghanistan smirking at that moment.

I remember there were rumors that every city got hit and the death toll was in the millions. One of my buddies dads was flying that day and he was in tears all day because he didnt know what was going on. It was pretty wild. One girl picked the wrong day to visit Hofstra (I'd mention their names but I fear that they dont want to be associated with this blog). The best part about September 11th, and there wasnt much, was the sense of entitlement that New yorkers have felt ever since. Like the myth that New Yorkers somehow "united" as the Spiderman movies would have you believe. How Rudy Giulani saved the world from extinction.

All of this made watching the Diamondbacks beat the Yankees in one of the best World Series in baseball in game 7 that rewarding. Unfortunately, that sense of entitlement never died and its arguably the biggest casualty of those terrorist attacks.

The final element of 2001 came when Marius and Paolo made their appearance at TMHS. both on exchange from Brazil, Paolo stood about 6 feet 9 inches tall and served as a gift to the basketball team. Marius would join our soccer team. Marius was a fairly shy guy and didnt say much. His English was ok. For whatever reason, he was in my Spanish class. I thought I had hit the jackpot, because I thought Marius spoke Spanish. Well, unfortunately Boosh never got the memo that Brazilians speak Portuguese. So I quickly realized it was not a good idea to copy his tests and homework after we both started failing. Marius and I would go on to form a very good friendship.

On my birthday that year, we all went to the Bruins game and it was a pretty good time. We closed out the night at Burger King, where I remember Janelle Lafreniere and I watched a hit and run from the drive thru. I was 17 now. Also, I remember I gave a Veterans Day speech in front of the entire school...what?

I ended the year getting pulled over for the first time for speeding. It certainly would not be the last time I got pulled over for speeding. Frankly, I dont see the point of driving slow. The whole point of transportation is to get from point A to point B in the most efficient way possible. Doing it in the fastest way possible, providing you are not reckless, is the way to do it. I was let off with a warning and it would be my first and only time being pulled over by a Tewksbury cop.

Alright, I think I'm done with 2001.

-- Boosh

DECADE IN REVIEW: 2000

Now, you'll be getting plenty of decade in review crap over the next few weeks regarding pop culture. What you wont get are decade in reviews regarding the dropping of treats.

New years night 2000 was spent in my humble home with my family. I was but a freshman in high school, still playing in about 3 different hockey leagues and getting to know my high school. I remember i pulled a muscle in the back of my shoulder blade and every time I sneezed, I would feel this intense pain and would let out a yelp in the middle of class. Spring rolled around and I remember I got some brutal shin splints combining spring track with hockey. I believe my romantic life consisted of an on/off fling with Leah Boudreau.

The Superbowl had an awesome ending with that Titans receiver getting tackled on the 1 yard line, and the kurt warner rams would go on to win it all. The Lakers won it all in 2000 (starting their 3peat run) Note: Kobe was not dining on Shaq's ass yet. Lastly, the New Jersey Devils won the Cup that year. Hard to find a more ugly string of champions.

The summer of 2000 got a bit crazy. For example, at the end of freshman year, Kelly Boyle decided to throw a keg party when we were 15 years old. Sounds about right. Later in the summer, I got 3 concussions in 2 weeks. I worked at Tewksbury Recreation which was basically a summer camp for all the young tewksbury youngins. My nose was bleedin all the time and I remember I didnt get clearance to play soccer that fall until late october. Sophomore year was a pretty brutal year. I started dating Lauren Bagley for awhile and that was...well...interesting. So yeah, had my 16th birthday and got my learner's permit, which your dog could probably get if you disguised it as a human being.

Umm, there was the whole gore Bush election but I have to be honest here, nobody really gave a shit. I definitely didnt. I will always maintain that a president is nothing more than the face of a country, which only gives him power to influence. The only reason I vote for a president is because of his power to appoint Supreme Court Justices. Other than that, it's all a giant sham designed to make you dance like puppets every four years. but back to 2000, It wasnt that eventful of a year considering the dawn of a new millenium.

The Yankees played the Mets in the Subway series and that ended exactly how it should have ended. Capping off a year of hated teams that won championships. 2000 sucked.

I guess I'll start writing 2001

-- Boosh

Most Ridiculous form of transportation......

The Hot Air Balloon

"Hey guys, wanna go for a ride in my hot air balloon? I don't know how long we'll be gone for or where we'll end up, but lets give it a shot, see what happens "


I got a better idea, how bout I get blackout drunk and fall asleep on a bus for 5 hours and I bet I get there before you..... stupid


-JimmyJames

Wait......This isn't my year book........

Done with the Sox

"In nine career regular-season starts at Fenway Park, he is 2-5 with a 5.75 ERA."


I've said it before. But lets be honest, I still find myself occasionally cheering for the Red Sox. Yet, when Papelbon blew that game at Fenway, I started rolling on the floor in laughter. I realized that my contempt for the Red Sox may have finally reached its boiling point.

With the Yankees getting even better than last year, let's see how the Red Sox have responded, offering garbage to Jason Bay...trading for Jeremy Hermida...signing Marco Scutaro...trading mike lowell for nothing and still paying his contract...and now 85 million to the one pitcher who has demonstrated he cannot pitch in Fenway Park, John Lackey. WHAT THE HELL.

I'm sick of all the love Theo Epstein gets. He is an awful GM when it comes to free agency. The guy can draft excellent, but his trades have been questionable AT BEST. Let's look at all the genius free agency signings from Mr. Epstein,

Edgar Renteria, Julio Lugo, JD Drew, Keith Foulke, Matt Clement, Ramiro Mendoza

Lets look at all those great trades

Kason Gabbard and Dave Murphy for Eric Gagne
All pro shortstop Nomar Garciaparra for a worse shortstop and a substitute first basemen (yeah we won the world series that year, but it was still an awful trade in terms of value)
Mike Lowell for a garbage 25 year old Catcher who had a good year in double A in 2008 but hasnt done anything since.
Trading Manny Ramirez for anything...

(Theo was not with the Red Sox for the Beckett/Lowell for Hanley Ramirez as he was more concerned with wearing gorilla costumes and touring with Pearl Jam)

Honestly Theo, cheering for the Red Sox used to be fun when we would cultivate our teams and root against the Yankees because all they did was buy championships. Well guess what, its not fun anymore when we become the Yankees. To make matters worse, the Yankees sign people like Mark Teixeira while we sign John Lackey? I'd much rather cheer for a mediocre team who doesnt have as much money to spend but spends it wisely on a competitive team. Not this team that throws money at questionable players and convinced they can still sell out their park and rip off their fans like they have been doing for years.

The Lackey signing may be the straw that broke my back. Chicago White Sox in 2010. Many of you know Ive always been a big White Sox fan due to its rich history, working class fan base, the team that plays in the rich boy Cubs shadow. The classic underdog team that nobody knows about. They have money, they spend it. They have their flaws, but they have personality. A team that I can root for because they dont have idiot fans unlike the ones i am surrounded by here. I'm pretty sure a pink white sox hat wouldnt fly in the South Side. They aren't afraid to critiscize either. Meaning they wont blindly follow a general manager off of a bridge and plummet to a tragic death.

Fenway Park may be the best thing left about the Red Sox. But how long will that last as the Red Sox continue to whore it out and desecrate it with renovations? The Sox and I are done...officially.

-- Boosh

Eurotreat

The following is an excerpt from a journal I kept while I was backpacking across Europe

Here are links to the other days
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Day 7
Day 8

Day 9
I love Budapest. I sleep in, entire room to myself. Pick myself out of bed and have no idea what time it is. Maybe I should get that watch today? I took a shower and then dined on my free breakfast, compliments of the hostel (it was toast) and used my free internet to check my email. Good way to start the day.

So it's about 930am when I begin my adventure. I hit the street and start walking to the northern bridge. Budapest is 2 different cities, Buda and Pest, seperated by the Danube River. I was staying in Pest so I wanted to cross one of the bridges and go see Buda. As I made my way to the northern bridge, I was struck by the beauty of the city. I crossed into Buda and just wandered around. It was really bizarre. I'd just be walking down the same street that appears to be going straight and then wind up walking in the direction you were just coming from because every street is so curvy and twisted. I checked out a bath and it looked pretty nice but I didnt come here to relax. I came here to win.

Before I got lost, I just decided to use the river to guide me through Buda. As I walked, there were some pretty breathtaking views of Pest. Nonetheless, there were some sights that caught my eye inland so I made my way back into downtown Buda. Before I knew it, I was in this residential neighborhood. I walked by a school, and this area was very hilly. I imagine San Francisco is something like this with all of these inclined roads. Next thing I know, I turn a couple of corners and this massive palace is in front of me. Literally appeared out of nowhere. No tourists to warn me...nothing. Well apparently, most toursits use a different route to get to the palace, in fact, they usually take a car or bus. I have yet to realize that Budapest is not a walking city due to its massive size.

Turns out the palace is called the Fisherman's Bastien. At the top, I realized it was actually part of this massive complex/village of museums and landmarks. All of it was extremely impressive. Plenty of tourists everywhere but I could deal with them considering they were all in groups. I explored the village for a bit, it felt like I was in Epcot, before making my way to the actual palace. Beautiful architecture on these buildings. rivals paris but blows prague out of the water as far as I'm concerned.

As I took numerous pictures and video (I uploaded all of my videos to youtube) I realized I was running out of camera memory. Not good. I deleted some pictures that I figured were too redundant in order to make some room. So as I stood atop the palace overlooking the city, I couldn't help but notice "The Citadel" to my right. The Citadel was off in the distance, high atop a green hill. On the Buda side of the river, but quite a distance from where I stood. The problem was, there were two different spots that could be the Citadel. There was a red castle, a philosopher statue, and a leaf statue. All 3 are different things on top of this hill, only one of them was the Citadel. Well, there's only one way to find this out (not true, I could have asked someone) LETS GO FOR A HIKE.

I tried to stay uphill for as long as I could to give myself an advantage as I trekked over to this hill but it was useless. The Palace was on a seperate hill so I basically had to descend all the way down to the river before I could climb again. So into another section of Buda I went, slightly more urban but still clean and cultured. I couldnt really find a path to take me up this hill so I just decided to make my own.
(Sidenote: as it turned out, there were plenty of paths to go up the hill, they happened to be on the OPPOSITE side of where I was)

Making my own path turned out to be pretty interesting. I had to cross a highway. 3 lanes on each side...ummm...ya. i was more embarassed for myself than I was scared. Pretty ridiculous though. It actually took a good few minutes too, as the highway was pretty busy. I probably looked pretty dumb standing in the middle for awhile waiting to cross the second half. As I continued my ascent, I stumbled upon the coolest statue. There were no tourists to be found. Awesome. I keep hiking up the mountain through trees, still making my own path and I come across this narrow road. not entirely sure where it would take me, I decided to walk on some pavement for a bit to give my body a rest from cutting through trees and shrubbery.

I walk down the road and there are no cars, but there are definitely people giving me weird looks. Where the hell am I? Did I across into a parallel dimension? So I see the end of the road and start to wonder what I'll do next when suddenly the red castle appears out of nowhere. Why do I keep sneaking up on cool stuff in this city?

Well to be honest, the red castle was far more impressive from afar than it was up close. This was definitely not the Citadel. I only stopped briefly as I knew I had to find the actual Citadel. It was either the leaf statue or the philosopher. The bright side of the castle discovery as now I spotted two different paths to take me uphill. One was clear and straight, the other was steep and narrow and clearly "less traveled by" so as a true Robert Frost fan, I took the steep path. Will it make all the difference?

Not really. I'm sure both would have taken me to the top of the hill. This was one hell of a hike though. Gasping and panting, and on all fours for stability (it was that steep), I finally made it to the top. I knew I was at the top because I saw all the buses and tourists walking around. My God, you should have seen their faces when I appeared from the depths of the forest, rising from the steep ledge, drenched in sweat, panting like a dog in texas. Everyone who was my age felt like a pussy thats for sure.

Turns out the Citadel is actually a fortress on top of the hill and the leaf statue was in the back. As I walk around and check out the cannons, I begin to discover all of the paths that normal people would have taken. So really, if I had just took a better approach at the bottom of the hill, I woulda had an easier hike up the mountain. My descent was much easier and it actually included some great views of the city. Being that high up, it was pretty incredible.

You're probably wondering about the Philosopher's statue and what became of it. Well, as I descended, I walked right up to it. At this point I just became so overwhelmed that I had seen so many awesome things in Buda and I hadnt even explored Pest yet. I finally reached the bottom and gazed back up at the mountain. Beneath the Philosopher statue was this large waterfall which added to the moment. It was time to head to Pest so I crossed the White bridge. hoping I return to Buda again someday.

I am officially in camera crisis mode. I enter Pest and it is already overflowing with urbanization, traffic, and dirty. Reminded me of Nove Mesto in Prague, but at least this wasn't an eyesore. Beautiful buildings that remained authentic to the city despite the clear moderinization of the commercial stores it contained. I found then earest internet cafe. IMy feet were pretty tired so it was good to take a load off. I uploaded my entire camera for about a half hour. The two croissants leftover from PARIS that I found in m backpack were devoured on my hike and I was starting to get a bit hungry.

In a rare move, I decided to hold off eating for now so I could continue to explore Pest. It was a lot like Prague in terms of old architecture, but better cuz there are less tourists. Central Market was almost exactly like Downtown Crossing in Boston, take that for what it's worth, and pretty similar to a strip I walked down in Brussells. After vigorous exploring, I went to Parliament. I decided to wait until now to discuss Parliament because, well, you know what, it really can't be described.

I couldnt even fit all of it in one picture. It's so epic, grand, massive. probably the best building i have ever seen in my life. The fact that I could blow my load over a building should be enough to demonstrate how impressive this thing is.

So now, I really have to piss AND I am really hungry so I can't think of a better reason to go get some fine Budapest dining. I got this crazy cheese sandwich with a hummus spread and a liter of soprani, Hungarian beer. Total cost? 4 american dollars. HAHAHAHA. Everyone was really friendly but I could tell this was an authentic place. How? Everyone was staring at me while I ate. Not to make me feel uncomfortable, but the way you'd stare at a midget with an eyepatch in a wheelchair. A group of high school kids playing a card game and drinking to my left, 2 elder Hungarian men smoking and playing chess to my right.

After eats I decided to head behind Parliament and get right up to the river to take some pictures of Buda from across the river. It was pretty cool. I also made my way over to the Chain Bridge, which apparently was a landmark I couldnt miss. It was about 6pm and I had already walked about 7 miles. The next item on my agenda was to head back to the first bridge and go to the island. The island was Budapest's answer to Boston Common and Central Park. Except it's an island in the middle of the river and way better. There was no hint of urbanization. As soon as I was on the island, I felt like I was in an entirely different place. Soccerfields, a running track, fountains, statues, green grass, flowers, gardens. I walked about a mile down and I turned around because it was starting to get dark. The significance of this park cannot be understated. Budapest had been great up tl now, but seeing no tourists and only the city residents using this park to walk, bike, run, play sports and simply socializing, it was just really refreshing. A place I wouldnt mind living. I'm sure it'll get corrupted by tourists someday, but it was sure nice the way it is now.

I made my way back to the hostel and uploaded more pictures. It was about 830 now so I decided to go get dinner and take one more walk around the city. I found this Hungarian place that served up food with an Asian flair. I got a pound of steamed veggies, a beef and pasta/noodle like platter with a thick sauce, a plate of noodles and these 5 huge sugar dumplings. All for 8 dollars. Hey, I walked about 10 miles today, I feel no shame. I devoured the entire meal

Next on the agenda was the supermarket. Hey if the currency exchange was going to benefit me, then damn right i am going to take advantage. Well, it was a huge mistake. hungarian bottled water was vomit inducing. I had to force it down. Disgusting. I walked around the city a bit. took some pictures by the bridge, trying to get a good one with everything in the background.

I was pretty exhausted and my body hated me. My feet were throbbing and begging for mercy. So I rewarded them by heading to bed after my walk. What a day...

-- Boosh

High Score.. whats that mean?.... did I break it?

JimmyJames' Movie Reviews Of Movies that came out a while ago but I just saw

MOVIE : TAKEN





RATING: 3 / 5 Astronaut Donkeys


Comments: Gets right to the action and its pretty much non- stop the whole movie....... no wasted scenes of stupid shit ( IE. Owen Wilson's bike riding scene and tip toeing gayness in "Wedding Crashers". This was definitely a lot better than I thought it would be and pretty much features Liam Nelson killing like 100 people and being the man for an hr and a half as he tries to bring his daughter back from Europe. Also..... any young girls who want to follow U2 around Europe for the summer, don't do it unless you want to get kidnapped and sold as a sex slave within 30 min of your arrival.

Good movie overall


peaceeeee

Qualifications To Drive a bus for the MBTA

Must have a pulse


Must not be a dog or other household pet



Must cut a minimum of 6 people off a day


Must be a miserable dooshbag






yaaaa got the jobbb...... ya got the jobbb budddyyyyyyyyyy!!!

THAT IS AWFUL

I'm sorry, but Monday Night Football last night provided an instant gem in the history of play by play announcing. Sure, I'm not a huge Mike Tirico fan but I have no choice but to accept him as the man who uttered "THAT IS AWFUL!" while Joe Flacco threw across the field in the red zone and safely into the hands of a Green Bay Packer. Out of context, it's funny.

Now let's look at it in context. This game was really ugly for both teams. 310 combined penalty yards. 9 pass interference calls. Interceptions and fumbles galore. False starts, delays of game. I'm pretty sure Tufts Football has had better days than either of these teams.

Baltimore had just made it first and goal on the one after a pass interference call. They called a run that got stuffed in the backfield and narrowly avoided a delay of game penalty on 2nd and goal by calling a time out. After the break, Flacco took the snap and rolled out to the right. He averts a sack and then throws the ball to the opposite side of the field towards the endzone.

As the ball lands safely into the Packers secondary's hands, you just hear Mike Tirico scream "THAT IS AWFUL!!!!" This wasn't after the fact. Not even close. This wasn't hindsight. Mike Tirico is play by play, calling it as he sees it. The color guys are the ones who offer opinions and analysis on the plays, and even then, they do it after the play.

I really hope this gets to go up on youtube. It's seriously one of the best moments of Tirico's broadcasting career and had me bursting with laughter. Screaming "THAT IS AWFUL!" in a disgusted way as the play is unfolding instead of calling the play? Devastating.

cmon youtube. dont let me down.

-- Boosh

Pearl Harbor Day Tribute

Sonny: What do ya think of the nerve of them Japs, them slanty-eyed bastards huh, droppin' bombs on our own backyard on Pop's birthday here?

Fredo: They didn't know it was Pop's birthday...

Tom: We should have expected it after the oil embargo.

Sonny: Whatdya mean, expect it? Expect it or not, they got no right droppin' bombs. What are you, a Jap-lover or somethin'? Are you on their side?

-- Boosh

Holiday Best Buy Ads = The Worst

Here's an idea. Let's get an awkward assorted group of people of different genders and races, put them in Best Buy uniforms and have them standing on the street. Then, when a random person walks by wondering what gift to get her family, the carolers can start singing what that person should get... IN THE TUNE OF A CHRISTMAS CAROL!!!!

After the awkward "try to be funny by inserting witty lyrics about how this person will use the product" I'm left feeling like I just made breakfast for a hooker who still can't take a hint.

Seriously, the commercials are absolutely awful. The writers should be ashamed. The actors and actresses should be ashamed to take part in this. Best Buy probably makes a killing during Christmas but because of this absolute pitiful display of advertising, they will not get my business this Holiday season.

How else are you going to send a message to bad advertising? Ive seen the commercial about 3 times and its already at "change the channel instantly" status. THREE TIMES. That sort of status had only been obtained by that retard Addison from Grey's anatomy who did that car commercial asking if our cars returned the favor?

Anyways, I'm in the middle of finals season so my posts may be a bit limited. I might do a couple Europe stories and I have one more planned series of blogs to do this month. I wouldnt expect them anytime soon. I'd imagine they'll be making their debut around December 18th. Alright, enjoy Christmas season and try not to be a retarded consumer that pisses away money because the media tells you.

-- Boosh

Fan Mail

Dear Droppin' Treats,

You hit the nail on the head again. Lame people desperately looking for their fifteen seconds of fame, or a laugh from their friends for a stupid inside joke, completely ruined the "texts from last night" website. I just went on the page during Biz Org this morning and the entire front page was texts that people were sending to each other either in class or on the way to work (neither drunk nor at night). Even worse, none of them were remotely funny. It's the same phenomenon that happened with the FML website.

Gregory Crist

Twilight Sucks

So I was checking facebook this morning and apparently this new link has been all the rage amongst normal people. The article is hilarious and is credible. Remember what I always say, "You don't have as much credibility bitching about truly awful things unless you subject yourself to it." That's why at any given moment I can give you detailed explanations as to why TV shows like Lost, Sex and the City, and Grey's Anatomy are despicable.

So here, this noble warrior took a plane ride and was instructed to read Twilight. The thoughts and illustrations are very good and I felt I needed to share. check it out here.

The 17th century had Shakespeare. The 18th century had Voltaire. The 19th century had Mark Twain. The 20th century had George Orwell.

In the 21st century we have Vampire Books for Retards and Mystery Adventure Book To Make Me Feel Smart for Retards (Da Vinci Code). You know, it's bad enough you feel smarter because you're picking up a book. but WOW you're picking up a book that talks about Jesus AND history! You must be the smartest man alive!

Keep reading that garbage everyone. Anything to take your mind off how pathetic you are. Heaven forbid you pick up a real book and learn something about the world.

-- Boosh

So Ya The Saints Are Pretty Good.....

I just woke up from being knocked out by the Saints last night. I just had another dream that Drew Brees threw another Touchdown pass too. Lets just call a spade a spade after last night, the Saints are the hands down Super Bowl favorite right now. Along with that, lets also say that unless the Pats get hot, they are not making it to the Super Bowl. The Saints were just on another level last night. Everyone doubted their ability to hang with the Pats and the whole big stage conspiracy and I'm pretty sure they shoved that whole thing up every ones ass. Listen, that is a team that has too many weapons. They can kill you 100 ways. And if Drew Brees doesn't win MVP, regardless of if his team goes undefeated is an absolute shame. He makes every throw and he makes them all look easy. He is the unquestioned leader of that squad and he is why they are where they are. If Peyton Manning or that fraud Brett Favre win it, there should be an open investigation into the NFL and its conspiracy theories.

The Pats on the other just looked over matched. And in just the way that the Saints made everything look easy, the Pats made everything look wicked hard. They had no rhythm, they were confused, they were acting how trams usually act when the play the Pats. All we can hope for is that if these teams meet again, BB has the necessary adjustments to make and they turn this thing around. Especially once the Pats make the playoffs, they will most likely be the underdog, so lets see if the hoodie and gang can rally around that.

Now granted I know this game was played in NO, but still, even if this was played in Foxboro or on a neutral site, the Saints are the better team. Time to shake this one off and go back to the drawing board and figure it out.

-Rockdaddy

A Droppin' Treats Production - The Rocco Dance

By: JimmyJames

Here Ya Go Boosh.....Enjoy

Before you go to Lady Gaga tonight...

I want you to consider killing yourself or having me do it for you. I'm not insensitive to suicide, I just actually want you to consider it. People wonder why this world is falling apart? What does it say about music when the ERIC CARTMAN VERSION OF POKERFACE is BETTER than Lady Gaga's version? I dont even know what Lady Gaga looks like but apparently she was the token costume for all the Halloween girls who thought they would be original. Yet, it was so original I cant go through a newsfeed without seeing one.

So let's see. I actually dont know anything about Lady Gaga so here's my guess. She's very pretty but she dresses ridiculously slutty and crazy because she wants to rebel against society and "doesnt care what people think." She's just a free spirit that cant be tamed. Like the Sex and the City quote when Carrie gets dumped by Big for a way hotter Bridget Moynihan and instead of wearing it like she's an ugly bitchy horseface like she should have, she has to rationalize it with a trivial quote to stomach who she sees in the mirror each day. Like every girl who does ridiculous things or identifies with any Sex and the City quote for empowerment, you might as well just hang a sign on yourself with all capitals saying I AM INSECURE ABOUT EVERYTHING. Same message, you'll just be cutting through the bullshit.


All the money you spent on a Lady Gaga ticket could have been used on cyanide. That way, you won't only be dead to me, you'll be dead to the world and cease to be a drain to society's resources. You wont have to grow old and waste health care. You wont waste anymore of our oxygen. We can use the food you would have ate to feed 3 homeless people who have better taste in music than you. So yeah, knock yourself out with Lady Gaga. I'm sure she's so original and her music is so good that their will never be another person like her. I've never heard of a girl in the music industry that flaunted social norms to convince people she had good music (Madonna, Gwen Stefani, Amy Winehouse, the bald girl) so yeah, have fun at gaga. i'm sure you'll be telling your kids someday all about it.


Unless of course, you consider the cyanide option instead.

-- Boosh

(978): You ruined a good idea

Hey remember that time there was a good idea and then everyone ruins it by butchering it? Like remember when college frat boys throughout the nation screamed YEAH, WHAT, and OK to imitate Dave Chappelle imitating Little John. Or how about in middle school where Billy Madison was butchered by everyone?

ORRRR let's do BORAT. Yeah no1's EVER impersonated Borat before and you all just make it so god damn funny. Seriously, never heard anyone do that before. you're the man. So here we go.

The whole concept of drunk texting is hilarious. People throw their dignity away and send the most ridiculous things while under the influence and the best part is waking up with comments like "what" "grow up" and "you're really drunk." So a clever boy decided to turn this into a website/facebook group. It was pretty genius using area codes as well.

SO WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? Well, what usually happens when you hand a retard the keys to a good joke? He'll drive it right into the ground. Soon enough, we dont even have drunk texts on the website anymore. Now on facebook, I find someone posting this on someones wall

(617): you spilled a coke on me in class!

WHO GIVES A SHIT. Unless this person was belligerently inebriated at 2pm, I can't see how this fits the mold of a drunk text. Now, all someone needs to do is post a text message that was sent regardless of sobriety and have some other retard identify with it and sure enough, facebook is becoming lamebook again.

Remember, I think the idea is hilarious. There are some awesome drunk texts on there. But when I see you posting (603): Then I got a coffee at dunkin donuts

well you've pretty much butchered a good thing. So when you post those texts, ask yourself, is this a drunk text? I dont care if its the funniest thing you've read in your life. If it aint drunk, dont post it. Get out of my sight. You make me sick.

-- Boosh

I dare you to watch this and NOT get pumped

Chicago Bulls Intro


Boosh