NO SHOES ON THE CARPET!

So this week saw the beginning of The Bet, in which the person who beats their average the most in each half of the season wins a dinner out to any restaurant on the three losers.

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Well, it just so happens, the owner of the ball, which was recently purchased at auction for approximately $750,000, is putting it into the hands of the fans.  Designer Mark Ecko, the ball owner, believes that everybody has an opinion and should voice it about the ball.  Mark has set up a website that gives the fans three options for the ball:  Bestow it to Cooperstown, Brand it with an asterisk, or Banish it into orbit.  Go check out the site at www.vote756.com and place your vote.

OK, so this week started off pretty lousy. Two new teams joined the league, so the schedule was changed, which means that last week, we didn’t really bowl the team we bowled last week. So instead of winning 5 points, we’re winning 2 points last week. Bullshit, right?

Oh well.

Anyway, once we moved past the drama, we got down to bowling. We faced the Predators this weekend, and not even their heat seeking vision could the overcome two of their bowlers being absent and rolling blind (10 pins beneath average for each blind bowler). The first game, Snakes struck quickly, with everyone beating their average en route to a 825 handicap game to win by 77 pins. Second game was also pretty decent, with 3/4 besting their average and Predators bottoming out to end up with a 778 – 685 victory for the Snakes.

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Taken from Bash.org, provided by Andrew:

<JonJonB> Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word “wand” with “wang” in the first Harry Potter Book
<JonJonB> Let’s see the results…

<JonJonB> “Why aren’t you supposed to do magic?” asked Harry.
<JonJonB> “Oh, well — I was at Hogwarts meself but I — er — got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an’ everything

<JonJonB> A magic wang… this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.

<JonJonB> “Yes, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon. Harry Potter.” It wasn’t a question. “You have your mother’s eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work.”
<JonJonB> “Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. ”

<JonJonB> Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls

<JonJonB> “Oh, move over,” Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry’s wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, ‘Alohomora!”

<JonJonB> The troll couldn’t feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry’s wang had still been in his hand when he’d jumped – it had gone straight up one of the troll’s nostrils.

<JonJonB> He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll’s nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

<JonJonB> He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.

<JonJonB> Ok
<JonJonB> I have found, definitive proof
<JonJonB> that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
<JonJonB> “Yes,” Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding…. Any second now, he might hear his mother again… but he shouldn’t think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn’t want to… or did he?
<melusine > O_______O
<JonJonB> Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang

<JonJonJonB> Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

<JonJonJonB> ‘Get – off – me!’ Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.