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post #1 of 41 (permalink) Old 10-04-2007, 11:36 PM Thread Starter
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6-2 and its only the 6th inning.

(this is silent btw, i tried 3 times to log her out and aol wont let me)

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if you have any money left over from that telefonica i think you should buy this



they should probably sell them with every sox tshirt in the mall stands too for ya'll

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so are you plowin that chick or what?
annnnnnd back.


9th inning

Do i see a sweep coming?

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is this another one of those small victories? You at least outscored them in 1 inning


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so ok, top 9th, 2 men on and Lee at bat....lets see if the cubs screw it up like we all know they will???

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.....and what a suprise, 2 chances to come within 1 run and they both strike out...how sad for cubs fans.


btw incase you didnt realize, your down 2-0 in a 5 game series. enjoy your parade you had for the postseason, at least the sox gave fans more to cheer for in 2005

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Don't you know were not supposed to say anything? Even though the Sox sucked all season and us fans had to listen to how great the sweep was during the year.

We as fans should not say anything because the debate ended in 2005. The only thing the Cubs can do is go back to back or beat the Sox in the series. This being Chicago that is not likely. Just to let you know the Sox beat the Cubs in the World Series when they did play.

I would Just leave them alone and let them feel what it is like to lose in the playoffs since I forgot what that was like. Also for the the record the I will not be happy till the Sox win it all again making it is not good enough. Until you know the feeling of watching the team you love win a championship you have to take the little victories. I no longer need little victories.

I used to say that if the Cubs made it to the Series before the Sox I would be happy if they won since all I wanted to do was to see a World Series in my lifetime. I have now taken up the philosophy of I will not root for them but I also won't root against them. There is no way I would ever put a Yankee hat on my head. The Carmines are even worse. I have a deep Hatred of the tribe because of being a Sox fan. I would hate to see any of these teams win.

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you need to really get a life. Should I merge all your threads together, this is silly.

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my first ignore ever too. congrats on being that annoying!

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Just him for now, but if he continues to post as her I'll have to ignore that too. I understand some joking and ribbing but this is just plain stupid.

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Mine too. And if I keep seeing you post up garbage on Eva's login, I'm just gonna keep giving her neg rep. I'm tired of reading your retarded posts.

BTW I didn't give her all those red dots. She was green when I was last on here. Someone else did that
Well, I told Mark that I will kick his ass next time he posts as me. So, he figured out that is he uses Internet Explorer, he can log in as himself. Either that, or I will just shut down my computer when he's around.

And Jrock gave me neg rep for the same thing as you Maynard. Oh, well people -they are just dots! I'm really not going to cry about it!

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Well, I told Mark that I will kick his ass next time he posts as me. So, he figured out that is he uses Internet Explorer, he can log in as himself. Either that, or I will just shut down my computer when he's around.

And Jrock gave me neg rep for the same thing as you Maynard. Oh, well people -they are just dots! I'm really not going to cry about it!

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Gee, thanks a lot! And I thought you liked me...How the hell do I get to take the blame for Mark's trash talk? I am NOT EVEN A SOX FAN! I am a Cubs fan goddammit!

Maynard, sweetie, if you know what's good for you, you need to undo that negative rep!!!! NOW!!! (and I say that in the nicest way possible )
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And Jrock gave me neg rep for the same thing as you Maynard. Oh, well people -they are just dots! I'm really not going to cry about it!

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All, right - I like you again Jrock!

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