there was a controversy early in the year...the team seemed to be intentionally trying to get her and they were told to cut it out

Well, that should end-up on youtube, there were two good camera angles on it.

I just poured a cold Bass Ale into my new Nats beer stein from last night, although it looks kinda silly when 12 ounces just barely gets to the bottom of the Curly W (one third full).

WOW...I just realized I haven't watched sports center since yesterday......Now that we're back on the winning side....
I can enjoy this post-game celebratory cocktail, and a 60 minute episode of the world wide leader in sports....

GO NATS!!! Way to bring back the normalcy.....

IT'S GOOD TO BE DA KING!

When you pour three 12 oz beers into the Stein they become one beer and thus when asked how much you had to drink......

>>"When you pour three 12 oz beers into the Stein they become one beer and thus when asked how much you had to drink...... "

Hahaha. Fortunately, I doubt any cops are going to come into my house tonight to ask me that. :)

I was actually planning to attend a party at a dock bar on the Eastern Shore this evening (so I would've missed this game) but the weather dissuaded me.

Just got back from "The Dark Knight Rises" and I see the Nats have also risen, too. Let's get them tomorrow!

I see you've persuaded Miss Iowa to get back into the avatar biz! LOL

As a prominent critic of Lannan let me say I'm glad for the guy--and us.

I doubt any cops are going to come into my house tonight to ask me that. :)
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Cops?

Cops are no worry ----plenty of DDs and public transportation available

It was the reception committee holding the rolling pin in her hand as you came home I was referring to

Angiebaby:

The difference between "guts" and "balls."

Guts = you arrive home, late, stinking of booze after a long night out with The Boys. Your wife greets you at the door, broom in hand, expression of contempt on her face...and you look at the broom and then at her and then say, "Going somewhere tonight?"

Balls = you arrive home, late, stinking of booze and women's perfume, with lipstick all over your face and collar. Your wife greets you at the door, broom in hand, expression of contempt on her face...and you look at the broom and then at her and then smack her on the fanny and say, "I like the look, but don't worry, darlin', I promise you're gonna be next..."