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    Any Softball Players?

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    I agree with what TRB said.I also wanted to ask how you hold the bat? Their are a couple grips I recommend. They both take a little getting used to but it will force you to roll your wrists over which will add power.The first is kind of like a golf grip. Your ring and pinky finger on your left hand aren't actually gripping the bat, they hang below the knob. Your ring and pinky finger on your right hand lay over the top (but don't interlock) of your index and middle finger of your left. I know, sounds strange, and it feels even stranger. But I've see a lot of people use that grip.The second is the grip I use which takes less getting used to. Basically you line the middle knuckles of your left hand up with the middle knuckles of your right. It really forces your wrists to turn over. Once I changed my grip I started hitting more out.
    I actually do a bit of a combo of both of theseI wrap my left pinkie around the knob of the bat, and then line my knuckles up accordingly.. I noticed a lot more wrist action since i started doing this.

    Any Softball Players?

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    Just curious to see if any of you guys play in recreational or competitive slow pitch leagues. I just got into it this season and we're going into the second week of Fall league. I am on a softball forum as well, but wanted to see if you guys played at all.

    The Hideout

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    Glad to see someone is at least attempting to keep up with the tradition of boobies in here. Nice work hank.By the way- I watched some Sweet Krissy pronz the other day and thought of you. Not really while I was watching it, but before and after. Then I felt gay, so I watched it again and didn't jerk off because I was already done. Then it struck me that watching porn while not having a boner is probably gayer than what I was trying to compensate for.

    FCPHA: Big Table in the Back

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    Hi Jeff.
    Hi.-Chrozzo.Is he still around? Does he still do that? Christ I'm out of the loop.
    Great. So old and senile he's talking to himself now.
    lawl.
    Hi Jeff!I've been totally looking forward to this. We still play the original twice a week. I've not bought the new one yet because we're contemplating upgrading to a PS3 and if we do that obviously I'll buy it in that format. Glad to hear it's good. I was hoping it was.Does it have to be a 4 person team for the special combos? We usually play a 3 person team. Are we gonna have to have a game-run character to take advantage of that.
    Howdy!You can do the combos with any combo of players live or CPU. If you wanted to do it with a live player, the two of you just hold down the L Trigger when the time comes, if you're going with a CPU, i believe its L Trigger, and the corresponding button of the person you want to combo with. We've stayed pretty constant with our characters, so I haven't gotten to experience too many combos, but here is my rating of coolness from what I've seen. I won't ruin the surprise of what happens, but some of them I'm sure you can imagine-Wolv/Gambit - MehWolv/Deadpool - pretty much the same as Wolv/GambWolv/Iceman - Looks really cool, not sure how much of an effect it hasWolv/Hulk (and I believe Wolv/Thing as well) - Cool looking, not very accurate, high chance of missing totallyWolv/Storm - Really cool looking/ Pretty effectiveStorm/Deadpool - one of the coolest/most effectiveWolv/Spidey - similar to hulk/thing, but a bit coolerThat's pretty much all i've seen. We played through more today- got pretty far in. I believe we left off at the level where you can fight and eventually use Venom, which I am stoked for. Only downside for me, which is a minor one, is that they seem to have gotten rid of the tshirt/jeans wolverine costume. From what I've seen you can only be the black and yellow one or the movie-inspired black leathery one. Also- still not sure how to up your levels on individual attacks/switch special moves. I don't own the game, my friend does, so I haven't had a chance to really play with the options.

    FCPHA: Big Table in the Back

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    Please don't yell at me for being in here, I don't even really post anymore.Just came to stop by to let Renae and any other fans of the "Marvel Ultimate Alliance" games that the new one dropped today, and is absolutely awesome. Same fantastically fun gameplay with cooler features including special combo moves you can do with the other members of your 4 person team. Yes I'm still using Wolverine. Yes I'm still awesome. No, don't worry, all the controls and such come back to you in a flash, since they're pretty much the same as the old game.Basic premise- There is a sort of Marvel civil war that breaks out because of some sort of government law similar to the "Mutant Registration Act" in the XMen movies. I played through the first few levels with my buddy tonight, so I'm just now at the part where the split starts happening. I will keep you posted.

    Nothing Else Matters

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    no that wasnt me. as for the cutting. i had the knife to my arm. i pressed it. but i stopped before the blood came. i was scared it would hurt to much.
    This really is the funniest shit on here in a long time. Keep up the good work.

    I Called In Sick Today

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    Give us a short story if you have time....
    Well, I'm sitting at home alone on a Saturday night. Turner, Hooch, Blue Moon Ale, and vicodin are my only friends so I guess I can tell a little story. Let's see here...Exactly one year ago, just about to the hour that I'm writing this I threw some clothes and a backpack and a sleeping bag and a tent into the trunk of my little '86 beamer and headed for San Francisco to kick it with my sister. Didn't tell her I was coming or anything and didn't plan ahead, but I was just bored in my town and nothing was happening. Well, many things happened between then and the story that I want to get to now so I'll just fast forward a bit maybe two weeks or so. Long story short I hung out with my sister that day and my brother in Portland after that for a week, left my car there and hopped a bus to Yellowstone with my camping gear. After that, hitched to my other sister's house in Minneapolis after a couple days, and then ended up stranded a few hundred miles west of Kansas City after a crazy night in that city that left me drunk, stoned, and laying in the bushes hiding from cops in a strange part of town mourning another lost chance at some sorely needed pussy. Her fucking brother was an asshole.So there you have it, I'm stuck on the side of...I guess it was I-70, where these two humongous ladies had dropped me off after a hectic thirty minute drive in their geo metro. I don't know how they weren't scraping the ground in that thing. Anyway, it was late afternoon when they dropped me off, but still hotter than shit and I drank all but the last few sips of my water trying in vain to catch another ride before dark. But the sun went down before anyone picked me up so I had to set up camp in a cow pasture real quick before it got too dark. It had to have been 10:30 before the sun got all the way set and it didn't cool off the whole night. So I spent a miserable night in my tent, laying on rocks and what I later found out were cow patties, butt neked and sweating because of the sticky heat, and spewing steaming Kansas City BBQ farts every thirty seconds. No wind was blowing. I got maybe four hours of sleep that night and hiked back out to the interstate through the knee high grass getting these annoying little burrs all over every inch of my clothing that I would spend the next week trying to get off. And the grass was wet as hell from the dew too so my shoes and socks were soaked by the time I got to the road, and I felt like I was dying of thirst. So I started walking, and walking, and walking with my thumb out hoping to find a gas station to get some water, but I made it maybe three miles or so before someone finally picked me up and drove me ten miles to the nearest truck stop. So now I'm still filthy and my soggy feet are killing me but at least I have some water and some crappy burger king breakfast in my stomach. With my spirits buoyed I walked out to the on ramp to try to catch a ride. Easier said than done in that redneck fucking state. I spent the next two and a half hours waiting and walking and sweating my balls off trying to catch a ride, until finally the car of my dreams rolled up. When you're waiting for a ride, or waiting for anything I guess, you play games with yourself to try to occupy your mind, and one of the games I liked to play was trying to predict which car would stop for me. I quickly learned to stereotype. Motor homes don't stop. Luxury cars don't stop. And minivans sure as hell don't stop. Your best bets are the poor looking cars, the more beat up the better. Well, I'm sitting on this on ramp maybe a mile from the truck stop I mentioned earlier when around the corner comes this primered out, dented up, thirty year old, all metal, beast of a car with a red and black star spray painted on the hood. Jackpot.I feel as though I'm losing momentum here so let me grab another beer and get back to this in a minute.

    I Called In Sick Today

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    Before I raised from the BB, I eyeballed his stack and figured he had about 1250 in front of him, and I had him covered.I think I can justify my flop play given the board, his range after he minraises, and the hands I'd seen him play. I led out for 25, he made it 50, and I made it 125. He could have had a hand like K9 or KJ or even AK, and if he does, he'll almost certainly call 75 more, but might not get caught up if I make it 150 more. My thought process was something like:"Alright, I'll be able to narrow his range considerably after this raise. If he's got a one-pair hand or bottom-two, I don't want to lose him. If he doesn't like his hand that much, I need to at least get SOME value here, since he's reopened the door. If he has a big hand, he might stick it in. If he doesn't, I'll probably know, and be able to get most of it in by the river."
    I think what the small third bet does is tell him you have a big hand without getting him to put any real money in the pot and letting him draw cheap. I've seen a lot of weak no limit players use the limit trick of raising on the flop hoping to get a blank checked to them on the turn so they can get it for free. I think you ought to either smooth call his min-raise and plan to lead the turn regardless of what comes or make a decent sized third bet. Not your whole stack. That's silly, but something like 200 at least. Personally, I would have made it like $250 on the flop. That way you can hope to apply some real pressure and get a feel for his hand. It's tough for me to feel someone out if the raise doesn't make them think. Plus there is the added bonus with that size bet that he'll think you're trying to bluff him especially if you're an aggressive player, which you ought to be or you likely aren't winning. It's really hard to say though. With no limit so much of it is feel, and of course I don't know the player. I just have a habit of making much larger raises and bets than that. You're absolutely right though, the heart on the turn stifled you.

    I Called In Sick Today

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    Yeah, isn't that just the most wretchedly played hand you've ever seen? It took place in a 2-5 game in Detroit at a table with my best friend, who is a brilliant poker mind, and who knows that (a) I have never been a particularly good no limit player and that (B) I've barely played any poker in the last year. Even though he knows I'm rusty, when he saw the hands get turned over he started laughing so hard that he was stammering and crying. Somebody offered a genuine "nice hand" when the pot was getting shipped, and, though I'm usually gracious at the table, I just glared and frowned at him before taking a walk into the pit to cool off. I came back after around ten minutes, and my friend still couldn't control himself. All he could do is point to the money the horrible Asian man had left in front of him and try to catch his breath. A while back I thoroughly outplayed him at a no-limit/pot-limit round-by-round table -- something that will probably never, ever happen again, since he's close to world class and I'm barely a winning 1/2 player online -- so I took my winnings and bought him a massage at the casino ("rub it in") and then a trip to the acupuncturist the next day ("needle"). When I got back to my seat, a masseuse immediately walked over, paid for by KissyFace. "Oh my God look at all those chips!" I like to thing she was fed that line by my friend.I also have no idea what is going on in these NFL Football posts.Is this Turd? I never know what's going on with you. I can usually tell when this account isn't the Asian Dude that used to use it, I think, but why...? By the time I showed up around here, everybody already knew everything about Caleb/you, so I tried to gather whatever I could, but I disappeared for weeks at a time, so I never really figured anything out with the account switching and the passwords and the whateverIf this is CardWarfare: Uh, hey. Word up man.
    Yeah, obviously you felt he had a really strong hand or you wouldn't have three bet him on the flop so why didn't you hit him with a raise that stuck? I have no problem with the three bet, but if you're going to do it why don't you make it big enough to commit him or at least big enough to make the pot big enough so he can't get away on the turn. How many bb deep are the two of you? Anyway, it doesn't matter cause you know what you did. Did the NFL start already? What month is it, July? I'm confused. Yeah, this is Caleb. I can't get my other account to work so I just use this one sometimes. I can't remember why I have the password.

    I Called In Sick Today

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    idk what I'm supposed to suck on, but I like your honesty. my brother got it in with top two vs. my broadway and got there on the turn. great main event practice, getting the muscles ready to lay beatings on unsuspecting faggots like me.
    What a nerd. If you have the cash to play the main event why are you playing a 25c game? "It's just for practice." If this were real life you could tell I was saying that in my best retard/whiny nerd voice. Maybe it's just me, but I can't stay interested in a game if it doesn't hurt to lose.
    I took my kids to the Rodeo tonight. I have never been to a rodeo before, and honestly I was not really looking forward to it. It was more for my son and the fireworks, but I am glad I went it was actually a lot of fun.It was Sal Paradise heaven. 16-19 year olds running around in 3 inch shorts and cowboy boots. MILF's trying to be extra cougarish. I think there was an unannounced chest off, because it was cleavage night in NorCal. The best was this 5 foot chick who was built like a an hour glass but a tad on the chunky side. She had on some Be Be sweat pants, and they so intimately associated with her pooper her butt only read B e.Pretty crazy to watch guys tackle cows. That was interesting to see live. One guy almost got gutted by a bull, so I almost had a really good time. Beers were only 5 bucks for 16OZ, but they were plastic bottle Coors, so I only had half a dozen or so. I hate country music, with a passion, and I was fully anticipating listening to Toby Keith all day. That was not the case, they were playing everything, and not much country at all. Hell one guy rode while Justin Timberlake was blasting.EDIT: I have Rose grammar in this post, but it will be too hard to fix and re-type, so deal with it.
    Not bad. Makes me want to go to a rodeo. I was pretty redneck growing up so I went to one as a child, but I wasn't old enough to drink or check out the girls in the little shorts. I do recall hanging out in the livestock pavilion for a really long time though. There's nothing better than an evening spent ankle deep in cow shit.
    Apparently I have forgotten how to play poker. In the span of about an hour, I:2) Managed to win the absolute minimum with top set vs. top two when both of us were pretty deep. With KK on a flop of KhQh2c, I led out for 5bb in a heads up pot, and the most passive player in the world, sitting with about 250 big blinds, minraised me. I 3-bet to 25ish BB. 3h on the turn, and I lead out for 25ish bb. He calls quickly, and on the Jx river, I shoot another 25bb. There is almost a zero percent chance he has a draw on that flop. There is absolutely zero chance the jack on the river promoted his hand past mine. His most likely holdings after the flop raise are, in order, KQ, 33, K3, Q3. When he calls my raise and calls the turn, he certainly has KQ or 33. My river bet might have been the absolute worst play I've ever made. I would have been better off moving in for 240 more big blinds after he raises me on the flop. Seriously. Leaving him with considerably more than half his stack left after he calls the river is just soooo bad.
    I really wanted to make fun of this one, and especially the bolded part, but you took care of it for me. Nice job all around.
    Did no one check out the Beatles covers I posted?
    Yup.
    Wow, what an incredible game.Matt's team got to the finals with a 7-0 record and played the No. 2 Steelers in the finals.Redskins got off to an 8-0 lead (two point convert for a pass, one point for a run). They make it 8-6, we go up 15-6 and on the final two plays of the half they go the length of the field and at the half we're up 15-13.Second half, they score first to go up 20-15. We get the ball to start the fourth quarter and march the length of the field. Three-minute whistle goes and we have the ball, third and goal on their 1-yd line. So with three plays left, we FUMBLE the damn snap and they get it back.So now there's time for maybe two plays. I'm thinking we get a safety then have one play to hope for the miracle. Instead, they FUMBLE THE DAMN THING BACK. So we get one shot at it and we punch it in for the go ahead score and a 21-20 win.Crazy.
    What the fuck is this dude talking about?

    What's The Goddamn Point?

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    Someone please tell me.
    Are you the gay one? Is it because you're gay? Whenever I get depressed I just take some drugs. Cheers me right up. Weed and video games is a great combination. If you have roommates just rummage around in their medicine cabinet. Try to find some adderall or percoset or vicodin or something. Anything will do so long as you don't have to feel like yourself for a while because let's face it, you're a miserable person, and any solution is going to be a temporary one.

    I Called In Sick Today

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    oh yeah, I remember that (and it always was nic cage too, wasn't it?) and I always loved how even in the early nineties these local police departments had the technology to enhance crappy photos by like 1000x. of course now denzel washington can go back in time, but that's a whole other discussion.
    I remember this one will smith movie (maybe Enemy of the State) where they did something similar with a video from a lingerie store. Somehow they were able to rotate the image to see the side of the person facing away from the camera. Victoria's Secret has some high-tech shit going on. Speaking of whom, my friend's mom told him the other day that I remind her of Denzel Washington. I'm like the goofiest, whitest dude ever, but somehow that's what she thinks. I guess she just picked up on the sexiness. Then, a few days later she told him she also thinks I look like the dude that does the Allstate commercials. So now every time I see her I let her know that her son is in good hands.

    I Called In Sick Today

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    man, that would've been sweet. it's been a long time since I've read that book though. I really should do it again.oh, and can somebody please explain strat's "enhance" thing. I have no idea what it means.
    Yeah, I love it. I assumed it was making fun of those crappy movies where someone would be trying to solve a crime or something, and the only clue they would have would be this blurry security footage. And they would be watching it, and then all the sudden the main dude (usually nick cage or somebody like that) would say, "Wait! Back it up a couple seconds! Now rotate 90 degrees. See that guy in the back behind the craps table? Zoom in on his face. Enhance..enhance......enhance! That's the guy! We've got 'im boys, let's roll." That's what I thought, but I could be way off.

    I Called In Sick Today

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    Everybody was rocking and roaring. Galatea and Marie with beer ... in their hands were standing on their chairs, shaking and jumping. Groups of colored guys stumbled in from the street, falling over one another to get there. "Stay with it, man!" roared a man with a foghorn voice, and let out a big groan that must have been heard clear out in Sacramento, ah-haa! "Whoo!" said Dean. He was rubbing his chest, his belly; the sweat splashed from his face. Boom, kick, that drummer was kicking his drums down the cellar and rolling the beat upstairs with his murderous sticks, rattlety-boom! A big fat man was jumping on the platform, making it sag and creak. "Yoo!" The pianist was only pounding the keys with spread-eagled fingers, chords, at intervals when the great tenorman was drawing breath for another blast - Chinese chords, shuddering the piano in every timber, chink, and wire, boing! The tenorman jumped down from the platform and stood in the crowd, blowing around; his hat was over his eyes; somebody pushed it back for him. He just hauled back and stamped his foot and blew down a hoarse, laughing blast, and drew breath, and raised the horn and blew high, wide, and screaming in the air. Dean was directly in front of him with his face lowered to the bell of the horn, clapping his hands, pouring sweat on the man’s keys, and the man noticed and laughed in his horn a long quivering crazy laugh, and everybody else laughed and they rocked and rocked; and finally the tenorman decided to blow his top and crouched down and held a note in high C for a long time as everything else crashed along and the cries increased and I thought the cops would come swarming from the nearest precinct. Dean was in a trance. The tenorman’s eyes were fixed straight on him; he had a madman who not only understood but cared and wanted to understand more and much more than there was, and they began dueling for this; everything came out of the horn, no more phrases, just cries, cries, "Baugh" and down to "Beep!" and up to "EEEEE!" and down to clinkers and over to sideways-echoing horn-sounds. He tried everything, up, down, sideways, upside down, horizontal, thirty degrees, forty degrees, and finally he fell back in somebody’s arms and gave up and everybody pushed around and yelled, "Yes! Yes! Heblowed that one!" Dean wiped himself with his handkerchief.
    Man, for the longest time I've been wanting to make a Dean Moriarty account just so I could respond to every one of your posts with "Yes, yes, yes! Blow!" Or if I'm feeling a little distracted or annoyed with you just, "Yes, yass, yass...."
    Enhance.Enhance.Enhance.
    This was always one of my favorite moves in the 90's action movies. Second only to the extremely fast, intense typing. Remember that movie Swordfish where they're trying to test the hacker guy's abilities so they have a gun to his head while he's trying to hack this unhackable, somehow amazing looking 3D website......while getting his dick sucked? And he doesn't even use the mouse the whole time. He just mashes the keys at like six hundred words per minute while sweat pours down his face. Awesome stuff.
    the white zone is for loading and unloading.
    Hi. It's me again, the Central Scrutinizer.
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