From: Eggcentric@xxxxxxx To: Celtics@xxxxxxxx Subject: The Boer/Boor Wars and the Charge of the Chickenshi-tees Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 09:50:14 EST
< Egghead, you got it wrong again. Per the Bible, a prophet isn't a prophet if he is wrong ONE time. You obviously aren't a prophet nor do you have a inside source.... Peeing in the shower, my weenie, er foot.... > - Jessen
< According to the article, it was Blount who started it and evidently
Blount who kept it going. But hey, why miss a chance to pile on Ricky,
right Egg?> -Shizz
Ah, the return of the good old BOOR WAR Generals, Sir Redvers Bully Jessen and Field Marshall Horatio Shizzy Kitchener off to yet another day of battle. Feeling a bit threatened are you, boys?
If Davis had turned out to be the decent human being of your desires perhaps the attractive spaniel-eyed Blount would not have picked yet another bone with him (canned laughter please). And perhaps, if Ainge were the decent GM of your desires, perhaps Blount, Pierce and others would not now prefer to be playing for other NBA teams (canned boooooooos please).
Those five little stars you have affixed to your uniforms are most
impressive. You two "gentlemen soldiers" are clearly so much more astute
than all the stupid coaches, stupid sportswriters, stupid broadcasters,
stupid
sports.com'ers, stupid fans, stupid list members in the whole Celt universe.
Hang in there dear gentleman soldiers of misfortune. As Jim Valvano said, "Don't Ever Give Up." There is always Eggo to beat up into an omelet --------------------------------- A POEM:
CHARGE OF THE CHICKENSH-TEES
'Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge the Egg,' Gen. Jessen commanded. And thus into the valley of death Rode the boors.
Cannon (The Herald) to the right of them, Cannon (The Globe) to the left of them. Cannon everywhere volley'd and thunder'd; They could only storm at innuendo and opposing ideas While horse and homer fell.
They who had fought so (mean)spiritedly Did not survive the jaws of death. All that was left for them was the lottery... For four years to come. *
Egg
* Goinb on memory (lister-friendly folksy jargon) so this Tennyson minor poem may or may not have been quoted with 100% accuracy.