Hi, my name is Kieran, and I am a pathetic, hopeless alcoholic — at least according to the wife I am.
It’s the end of the world as we know it. Pickleball has not only gone professional, but there are 3 pro leagues. I shit you not. Adults can pick up a paddle and win prize money for hitting a whiffle ball over a net. This has to be […]
There’s no fucking free lunch in this world, and that applies to beer too, goddamnit.
I really never cared about the life of birds before I met him. As long as they didn’t poop on my car or swoop down on my head, I hardly noticed they were there. But Alec was quick to point out when two hawks had 4 baby hawks in the big tree on the opposite side of my condo complex in Tucson.
Taking a moral stand in a sports business seems to be a modern oxymoron. Or at least that’s what I wrote and they foolishly published on this website: https://www.eotbsports.com/blogs/news/wta-intervention
The Pickleball wars have landed near my shores. The unholy paddle holders want to smack their whiffle balls on the sacred tennis courts where I have played every Saturday for nearly 30 years.
My “friends” in Tucson are constantly shitting on Phoenix, because it’s so hot. (It’s about 2- 5 degrees warmer). But I can tell you one thing we don’t have — critters.
“You know for someone who moves like you, pickleball is a good option,” they say. Fuck them.
I’ve spent way too much time on the Olympic mix channel trying to pick one of the five NBC screens to watch — only to wonder “what the fuck is this doing in the Olympics” and turn the whole damn thing off.
Remember when I said I would walk on a pickleball court when I was in hospice? Well, apparently I’m dying.
I’m sure you will agree that birthdays are BULLSHIT. You have done nothing to deserve all this. Today, you are just a hairy freeloader forcing a social tax on your friends for food, drinks and gifts. Congratulations — you are now a socialist.
Among the Pendejos we have a split decision on whether Shad should be nominated for a bronze medal in Dick Move of the Year 2021.
After a dozen years of living part time in the Dirty T, right around Christmas, I quit my job — so I’m selling my condo and abandoning the third-world racquet club.
The LJBTC community was infested by two things from Akron, Ohio at the same time. The LJBTC will never be the same.
Jesus wanted our money — but this time it was for a good cause: better brewing from Larry, for fuck’s sake.