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what's up everyone.. looks like we are going to play. whoo hoo!
BONEZ- she is a cool ass chick! i always have a good time with her and she puts all she has in her out on the field at a game. i love that! i Have only known her one year but from what i know, i love!
let's kick some ass tonight ladies!
i don't know if i can attend the game on tuesday night, i am not sure yet.
BONEZ- she is a cool ass chick! i always have a good time with her and she puts all she has in her out on the field at a game. i love that! i Have only known her one year but from what i know, i love!
let's kick some ass tonight ladies!
i don't know if i can attend the game on tuesday night, i am not sure yet.
LAST NIGHT WAS BETTER THE MADJACK GIRLS BROUGHT HOME ANOTHER BIG WIN dance2 NOT SURE WHAT THE FINAL WAS THOUGH :shrug:
ESSO-MISSY- I hope you made it home ok
I have to get a new glove today
I feel like I lost my best friend, thank god I pulled it off last night any of you guys out there have any recomendations for breaking in a new mit???? PLEASE I need it for tonight some one stole my glove stangs too.......I know there is stuff you can use and you bake the new mit in the oven but any other suggestions would be greatly appreciatedBonez ~ you have to call me so we can talk! Take your new glove and put a ball inside it and close it with a rubberband and put it under your mattress or under your couch so that pressure is applied to it. That always works for me. But the best is the get out there and make some plays with it.
Great game last night, except that I locked my keys in my car, AGAIN.
Sue ~ I was double fisting again last night but at least I could drive last night and I didn't have to do the walk fo shame. LOL
See you girls tonight. GO MADJACKS!!!
Great game last night, except that I locked my keys in my car, AGAIN.
Sue ~ I was double fisting again last night but at least I could drive last night and I didn't have to do the walk fo shame. LOL
See you girls tonight. GO MADJACKS!!!
Great game last night ladies I am glad we bounced back from last week.
Missy--You didn't stick to only having one at a time, but then again I didn't stick to not drinking during the week. I guess we will let this slide. I had fun last night. Sorry I bounced early, but I was tired and didn't want to drink too much.
Tonight is another big game for us. We need to play how we did last night. We r also going to be missing murph, so our outfield will just have to step up. We can do it! Come out ready to kick some moon1
I am glad we bounced back from last week. Missy--You didn't stick to only having one at a time, but then again I didn't stick to not drinking during the week. I guess we will let this slide. I had fun last night. Sorry I bounced early, but I was tired and didn't want to drink too much.
Tonight is another big game for us. We need to play how we did last night. We r also going to be missing murph, so our outfield will just have to step up. We can do it! Come out ready to kick some moon1
Missy--I am happy to hear that last night didn't involve any walks of shame. Always a good sign!!!
Thank God no "walk of shame for me" I don't think I could of done that again.
The outfield will be solid like it always is we got that! Justin will be at the game tonight so Bonez see if Nicole or Kelly would mind coming to the game to keep an eye on him for me or I can ask Carp to bring Angie!
Go MADJACKERS!!!
The outfield will be solid like it always is we got that! Justin will be at the game tonight so Bonez see if Nicole or Kelly would mind coming to the game to keep an eye on him for me or I can ask Carp to bring Angie!
Go MADJACKERS!!!
GREAT JOB LADIES KEEP KICKING ASS AND TAKING NAMES, AND KING OF THE PUPS WATCH OUT COULD END UP WITH A BALL LESS SACK IF YOU PUSH THE WRONG BUTTONS. jUST BECAUSE THEY ARE CUTE AND VERY GOOD PLAYERS YOUR TALKING ABOUT PHILLY CHICKS, THEY MAKE THE BABES FROM THE BRONX SHAKE WHEN THEY ARE TOGETHER WOULD NOT TAKE MUCH TO SNAG TO NADS OUT OF THE POCKET AND PUT THEM ON A FIRE PLACE AS A KEEP SHAKE. BETTER START ROLLING THE CHICKEN BONES AND HOPE THE READ GOOD OR COULD BE KING OF THE NUTERED DOGS.
YES we did kick ass, I would have to say that was the best game ! I asked Ray not to yell stuff at me prior to the start of the game he;ll only come to one game and it is always that 1 game I screw up and of course I BLAME HIM LOL but if I didn't hear him scream "THROW HOME TARA" I most likely would have held the ball and let the run come in because thats what everyone else was saying "HOLD THE BALL" that was a great way to end the game ANITA rocks at catching, MISS 4 for 4 last night yeh baby! all you........ESSO your sticks were jammin as well.......... ERIC- I can't wait to see you
YOU WOULD LOVE OUR TEAM , Liz says hi but she won't ever get on here! Missy and I try to get her on all the time!!!! Missy is doing Vegas this year I'm hoping to get ESSO out there and of course Liz is in. We'll see who else wants to come. I promiss I won't bring Lorrie this trip LOL as far as saving SCOTTY's testicles I think I'll pass but thanks for having our backs!!I think he's gone picture crazy since BUDDY taught him how to post pics at MJ's LMAO ******GIRLS********
that team last night was also undefeated NOT ANY MORE:thefinger
njsf25g- I hope you make a game this year we won't disapoint thats for sure our crowd gets bigger and bigger as the season goes on and your just to close not come
we won't disapoint thats for sure our crowd gets bigger and bigger as the season goes on and your just to close not come
Hi ladies !
I just stumbled in here and saw my testicles being discussed.
Geezzz...
So you all play some softball huh ?
Hi Missy ! Hi TBONE !
KOD
I just stumbled in here and saw my testicles being discussed.
Geezzz...
So you all play some softball huh ?
Hi Missy ! Hi TBONE !
KOD
I will do my best tbonez---how long is your season?
Pretty hectic around here getting ready to move
At least you finally had some good weather to play in
my game was rained out last week
Pretty hectic around here getting ready to move
At least you finally had some good weather to play in
my game was rained out last week
njsf25g-we have 4 regular season games left and about 5 make ups from the rain so hopefully the move will go smooth and you and your wife will make a game June 20th is a fri. night game that would be good because we could all go out after. Hey Missy is missing players for her co-ed league on Sunday are you interested??? or is that when you play?? I can't believe its going to rain "again" for the next 5 days UGHHHH......... oh yeh are playoffs start after 4th of july I'M POSSITIVE WERE IN (undefeated ) so the championship game would be a great one to make
June 20th is a fri. night game that would be good because we could all go out after. Hey Missy is missing players for her co-ed league on Sunday are you interested??? or is that when you play?? I can't believe its going to rain "again" for the next 5 days UGHHHH......... oh yeh are playoffs start after 4th of july I'M POSSITIVE WERE IN (undefeated ) so the championship game would be a great one to makeSCOTTY.........SCOTTY.........SCOTTY...........
Your so called apology in the KING OF DOGS thread stunk totally unacceptable................................BUT I will give you another chance to redeem your self here and now YUP just 1 more chance..............I CAN BE A VERY,VERY ,"VERY" GOOD FRIEND or your worst nightmare LETS SEE...............how about at least 5complete senteces explaining "WHY' you were such an asshole to 1 of my girlfriends and how you will do "everything in your power to see that she will never be treated like that by you again EVER.............I must say MISSY can take care of herself though, computer talk is 1 thing in person she would chew you up and spit you out "BELIEVE IT" so any way get busy I'll check back later to see if your apology is acceptable
Your so called apology in the KING OF DOGS thread stunk
totally unacceptable................................BUT I will give you another chance to redeem your self here and now YUP just 1 more chance..............I CAN BE A VERY,VERY ,"VERY" GOOD FRIEND or your worst nightmare LETS SEE...............how about at least 5complete senteces explaining "WHY' you were such an asshole to 1 of my girlfriends and how you will do "everything in your power to see that she will never be treated like that by you again EVER.............I must say MISSY can take care of herself though, computer talk is 1 thing in person she would chew you up and spit you out "BELIEVE IT" so any way get busy I'll check back later to see if your apology is acceptable Yea I play Sunday(if its not rained out.....I think we live in Seattle all of a sudden)....yea I think I would have to come to championship game
......................................TBONEZ0295 said:SCOTTY.........SCOTTY.........SCOTTY...........
Your so called apology in the KING OF DOGS thread stunk
TBONE
OK I will try again.
I admit I am a little nervous coming into the Softball thread for the first time. Some of the legends over the years on the Madjacks team, have come out of these threads.
The record this year for this team speaks for itself as some great ball has been played by all.
TBONE you and me are actually kinda like minded. The motto I live by goes like this... " If you approach me as a friend you will have the best friend you have ever had. Approach me as a enemy and you will have the worst enemy you could ever imagine."
But getting back to the issue at hand. Here goes.
I was such a asshole to one of your girlfriends (Missy) because I really didn't know who the hell she was ! She comes barging into my thread, taking names and kicking ass asking about my dog pack and trying to get me to divulge my TITFD principles...
What am I supposed to do play footsies with her !
Now if I had known she was someone that you knew and cared deeply about, I never would have come across that way with her.
Not even knowing her age I actually was trying to protect her from some of the horrific things that go on sometimes in my threads. So I asked her please not to expose herself to that cowcrap ! SO SHOOT ME !
I also must admit at this time that if you or Missy fall hopelessly in love with me I am not going to be responsible after the fact. I neither want or need any trouble out of RAYMOND if you get my drift.
Is that five sentences yet ? I think so ...
I am hoping that my apology is now in a more acceptable form.
If that wasn't good enough how about this one .
Sometimes very late at night when the room is dark and still, I cry softly to myself thinking about how I may have offended one of your girl friends.
Hope that helped.
KOD
BASEBALL IS AMAZING !
"Yogi Berra once said, ?It ain?t over till it?s over?, and in my house as a child, baseball was never over! Baseball, often called a man?s sport, is a lifestyle of the woman in my family for as long as I can remember. Every summer was filled with the sights, the sounds, and the smells of baseball. To this day, baseball is a sacred sport for the woman in my family, my self, my mother, and my three daughters. My children have learned from the time they were infants, that no one touches the remote control during a New York Mets game at grandma?s house. They had to either get used to life without Nickelodeon or learn to love the game as much as mommy and grandma. Thankfully, my daughters choose the New York Mets.
I went to my first World Series Game in 1969. I was only four years old when mom came home and told me that she got us tickets. Back in the early days of the New York Mets, it was not difficult to get tickets. I walked into the stadium, and my eyes lit up! I remember being amazed with the gigantic scoreboard, the bright green grass, and the way they brought food right to your seat! We sat right near the first base line, and right next to the Baltimore Orioles? dugout. I was very young and did not know the names of the players, but it didn?t matter because I was so intrigued by the enormous stadium. We sat in seats called the ?orange?, and then I did not know that those seats were the ?exclusive? ones, all I noticed was how close we were to the field. The baseball players were friendlier back then, and I was able to fill my Mets Yearbook from cover to cover with autographs.
My memories of the 1973 World Series are more vivid. I can remember giving up a sleepover birthday party at my best friend?s house to go to the game. My young friends never did appreciate my love of baseball as I frequently left them alone to go sit in front our the television. My friends were hanging posters of Leif Garrett and David Cassidy and my bedroom walls were filled with pictures of Rusty Staub and Lee Mazzilli.
I remember being teased because I was such a big fan of Rusty Staub. Rusty was not your typical hunk that most teenage girls had crushes on, but I adored him. It was obvious one day when I was so upset because he ran into the right field wall and got hurt. People may laugh at children for the hero?s they choose but it was Rusty Staub that inspired me to be a chef. I saw an interview with him and he was cooking a meal for Merv Griffen. From that day on, I wanted to be a Chef and actually went to college to become a Chef.
My fond memories of baseball are still with me as an adult. My husband, my fianc? at the time, arranged for me to meet Rusty Staub the night he proposed to me. He called the restaurant, Rusty's on Fifth Ave, and spoke directly to him. Rusty promised he would be there the night he proposed. One evening, on my birthday, he brought me into the city and took me to his restaurant. Unfortunately, Stuab was out of town, and could not be there. We went back to that restaurant every anniversary, and for some reason or another he was never there.
One night, years later, we were in the Diamond Club, a restaurant only open to a select few. My husband snuck in and found Rusty Staub and I finally, after 20 years got his autograph. It may sound a little silly, but to me, it was as if I was 10 years old again, walking into that huge orange and blue stadium, singing, "talking baseball" and hearing the crack of the wooden bat as the ball sailed over the fence and watching the "big apple go" up signifying a homerun.
I have had the joy of experiencing the same feeling three times now. Every time I took one of my girls to Shea stadium, I took a picture of their reaction as they walked into the stadium for the first time. I relive my own experience through their eyes. Each of my three girls have a favorite player, and it is of no influence by me. My oldest daughter loves Rey Ordonez and Derek Jeter. Her grandmother is not too happy with her selection of the latter player being he is the enemy, a Yankee. My middle daughter loves Jeff Bagwell, who is a player for the Astros. This may have resulted from my influence as I have known the second baseman Craig Biggio since High school. My youngest daughter was able to obtain something that I had to wait twenty years for. At a game against the St. Louis Cardinals, Mark McGuire, under heavy police protection, walked over to my daughter, flanked in her pint sized Macquire attire and handed her a baseball. She was thrilled to death and even slept with the ball that evening.
In 1986, I was not able to go to the World series as I was living in Buffalo. As I sat in my apartment watching the game with not another Met fan for miles, I looked over at my daughter and straightened out her #16 miniture jersey and put her royal blue Met cap back on for the hundreth time. I ask her today if she remembers me hugging her when the "amazings" won that night, but she just looks at me and says, "Ma I was only six months old."
I was on the internet until all hours of the night back in September and October of 2000. I will not admit how much money I spent to get tickets to the Subway Series, but it was well worth it. I can honestly say, next to the birth of my three girls, and my wedding day, it was the happiest time of my life. It was a dream come true to me. I had tears in my eyes they day they won the National Leauge championship. 60 thousand people were singing New York, New York,and I am sure many people had the same feeling I did.
Last week we went to the Met-Yankee game on father's day, and would you believe Lee Mazzilli, who is now the first base coach for the enemy, the Yankees, tossed into the stands his blue wrist band that all the players were wearing in honor of there fathers, and I got it. My husband thinks I am a little crazy, but you can not replace great memries of your childhood, and if I can keep reliving them I will.
My mother and father are still great fans. In fact, I always keep my cell phone handy as my mother will always call when the games gets exciting. On Sunday, I called her just to let her hear the roar of the crowd.
I am the mother of three girls. I have always encouraged them to achieve what ever they set out to to. I also have three daughters who are talented softball players. I have been accused of brainwashing them into loving baseball as I do. I can not deny that I may have influenced them . As I sit at game after game, travel sofball , junior varsity softball, and all the tournement games, it brings me so much joy to see them loving this sport as much as I do.
I will always argue with anyone who says baseball is for men. When I was 6 years old, I could name every player, dish out all the statistics and the rules as well, if not better than some of my dad's friends or the boys in school. As I sat and watched the movie 61* which was about Babe Ruth's homerun record which was broken by Roger Maris and more recently Mark McGuire and Barry Bonds the other night with my husband, he looked over at me as I was sobbing at the ending, he said, laughing, "It was a Yankee silly," and I said, "It was a baseball player."
"
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KOD
"Yogi Berra once said, ?It ain?t over till it?s over?, and in my house as a child, baseball was never over! Baseball, often called a man?s sport, is a lifestyle of the woman in my family for as long as I can remember. Every summer was filled with the sights, the sounds, and the smells of baseball. To this day, baseball is a sacred sport for the woman in my family, my self, my mother, and my three daughters. My children have learned from the time they were infants, that no one touches the remote control during a New York Mets game at grandma?s house. They had to either get used to life without Nickelodeon or learn to love the game as much as mommy and grandma. Thankfully, my daughters choose the New York Mets.
I went to my first World Series Game in 1969. I was only four years old when mom came home and told me that she got us tickets. Back in the early days of the New York Mets, it was not difficult to get tickets. I walked into the stadium, and my eyes lit up! I remember being amazed with the gigantic scoreboard, the bright green grass, and the way they brought food right to your seat! We sat right near the first base line, and right next to the Baltimore Orioles? dugout. I was very young and did not know the names of the players, but it didn?t matter because I was so intrigued by the enormous stadium. We sat in seats called the ?orange?, and then I did not know that those seats were the ?exclusive? ones, all I noticed was how close we were to the field. The baseball players were friendlier back then, and I was able to fill my Mets Yearbook from cover to cover with autographs.
My memories of the 1973 World Series are more vivid. I can remember giving up a sleepover birthday party at my best friend?s house to go to the game. My young friends never did appreciate my love of baseball as I frequently left them alone to go sit in front our the television. My friends were hanging posters of Leif Garrett and David Cassidy and my bedroom walls were filled with pictures of Rusty Staub and Lee Mazzilli.
I remember being teased because I was such a big fan of Rusty Staub. Rusty was not your typical hunk that most teenage girls had crushes on, but I adored him. It was obvious one day when I was so upset because he ran into the right field wall and got hurt. People may laugh at children for the hero?s they choose but it was Rusty Staub that inspired me to be a chef. I saw an interview with him and he was cooking a meal for Merv Griffen. From that day on, I wanted to be a Chef and actually went to college to become a Chef.
My fond memories of baseball are still with me as an adult. My husband, my fianc? at the time, arranged for me to meet Rusty Staub the night he proposed to me. He called the restaurant, Rusty's on Fifth Ave, and spoke directly to him. Rusty promised he would be there the night he proposed. One evening, on my birthday, he brought me into the city and took me to his restaurant. Unfortunately, Stuab was out of town, and could not be there. We went back to that restaurant every anniversary, and for some reason or another he was never there.
One night, years later, we were in the Diamond Club, a restaurant only open to a select few. My husband snuck in and found Rusty Staub and I finally, after 20 years got his autograph. It may sound a little silly, but to me, it was as if I was 10 years old again, walking into that huge orange and blue stadium, singing, "talking baseball" and hearing the crack of the wooden bat as the ball sailed over the fence and watching the "big apple go" up signifying a homerun.
I have had the joy of experiencing the same feeling three times now. Every time I took one of my girls to Shea stadium, I took a picture of their reaction as they walked into the stadium for the first time. I relive my own experience through their eyes. Each of my three girls have a favorite player, and it is of no influence by me. My oldest daughter loves Rey Ordonez and Derek Jeter. Her grandmother is not too happy with her selection of the latter player being he is the enemy, a Yankee. My middle daughter loves Jeff Bagwell, who is a player for the Astros. This may have resulted from my influence as I have known the second baseman Craig Biggio since High school. My youngest daughter was able to obtain something that I had to wait twenty years for. At a game against the St. Louis Cardinals, Mark McGuire, under heavy police protection, walked over to my daughter, flanked in her pint sized Macquire attire and handed her a baseball. She was thrilled to death and even slept with the ball that evening.
In 1986, I was not able to go to the World series as I was living in Buffalo. As I sat in my apartment watching the game with not another Met fan for miles, I looked over at my daughter and straightened out her #16 miniture jersey and put her royal blue Met cap back on for the hundreth time. I ask her today if she remembers me hugging her when the "amazings" won that night, but she just looks at me and says, "Ma I was only six months old."
I was on the internet until all hours of the night back in September and October of 2000. I will not admit how much money I spent to get tickets to the Subway Series, but it was well worth it. I can honestly say, next to the birth of my three girls, and my wedding day, it was the happiest time of my life. It was a dream come true to me. I had tears in my eyes they day they won the National Leauge championship. 60 thousand people were singing New York, New York,and I am sure many people had the same feeling I did.
Last week we went to the Met-Yankee game on father's day, and would you believe Lee Mazzilli, who is now the first base coach for the enemy, the Yankees, tossed into the stands his blue wrist band that all the players were wearing in honor of there fathers, and I got it. My husband thinks I am a little crazy, but you can not replace great memries of your childhood, and if I can keep reliving them I will.
My mother and father are still great fans. In fact, I always keep my cell phone handy as my mother will always call when the games gets exciting. On Sunday, I called her just to let her hear the roar of the crowd.
I am the mother of three girls. I have always encouraged them to achieve what ever they set out to to. I also have three daughters who are talented softball players. I have been accused of brainwashing them into loving baseball as I do. I can not deny that I may have influenced them . As I sit at game after game, travel sofball , junior varsity softball, and all the tournement games, it brings me so much joy to see them loving this sport as much as I do.
I will always argue with anyone who says baseball is for men. When I was 6 years old, I could name every player, dish out all the statistics and the rules as well, if not better than some of my dad's friends or the boys in school. As I sat and watched the movie 61* which was about Babe Ruth's homerun record which was broken by Roger Maris and more recently Mark McGuire and Barry Bonds the other night with my husband, he looked over at me as I was sobbing at the ending, he said, laughing, "It was a Yankee silly," and I said, "It was a baseball player."
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KOD
..........................................TBONEZ0295 said:
"The Don'ts...
Do not try to break in your glove by:
Soaking it in linseed oil or other oils
Saturating it with water
Heating it in the oven or microwaves
Beating it with a hammer or bat
Driving over it with a car
The Do's
Three methods that seem to produce the best results are also the simplest.
USING GLOVE OIL
Rub a small amount of glove oil with a cloth only in the pocket, on the hinge and the base of the webbing. Using too much oil or pouring the oil directly on the glove will damage the glove's leather and shorten the life of the glove. Put a couple of baseballs or a softball in the pocket. Or you can use a small rolled up towel. Tie the glove closed with some string, a cord or even a flexible ace bandage. Allow the glove to remain wrapped for the next 24 hours so the oil will be absorbed. The final stage is the most fun... Just play catch, with a friend, off a pitch-back or just throw a ball in the air and catch it. Within a couple of weeks (providing you've had enough fun) your glove will be broken in and ready to PLAY BALL!
USING SHAVING CREAM
Simply follow the steps in as method number 1 except substitute a little shaving cream (NOT GEL) for the glove oil.
THE SPRINKLE METHOD
Sprinkle a small amount of water in the pocket just enough to dampen it. Put a rolled up towel in the pocket and wrap the glove as in method 1. Now, toss it in the dryer for five minutes on low heat. Remove it, and play plenty of catch."
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KOD
