Wednesday links: Return of the open thread edition

I live in France. I work at CERN. Both are pretty awesome.

I fell off my bike last week. Got some pretty sweet scrapes and a hurty arm out of it.

I say if John Ramage is still available in the third round, we take him. He was a rock solid shutdown guy/shot blocker on the blueline for the Badgers this year as a freshman. A good chunk of the D there graduated, so I’d expect him to log a lot of time in the next season or two.

You know what’s awesome… Booze.

Fuck. Me.

I traded Brewer for Nik Antropov in NHL 09… (What? You tell me Antropov sucks, too???)

I think what will happen in the real world is the Blues will re-sign Mason, and try to deal a D-man for a winger… they don’t have the money to take a run at Kovalchuk or Marleau, so I don’t see a free-agent signing on the horizon.

I’d LOVE to get our hands on Patrick Sharp!

Darn wife had to work late.

But we are going to Dave Matthews Band tonight.

Lots of space in this open thread.

Disco pants and haircuts.

New Olds are in early this year.

I cant quit watching Man Vs. Food…….That guy can eat ANYTHING!!!!!

To wit,

A buddy I was on aircrew with got married and his new wife had a 17 year old younger sister that wanted some company that night at his house after the reception. Mom and dad were from out of town and were staying with some friends and would be by in the morning to get their daughter. I parked my truck around the block in case they checked on their little angel. Nothing really happened, we watched a movie and kissed a bit and fell asleep on the couch. The next thing I heard was pop knocking on the door the next morning, they were an hour early to pick up their daughter. I was trapped like a rat so I grabbed all my stuff and scrambled into the guest bedroom closet and hid, quiet as a church mouse.

Everything was going smoothly until pop saw my cowboy boots in the hallway and I heard him yell, “Where is the SOB”. My buddy Tony had small elf feet and dad knew those were not his boots. Being as pop was an ex Marine my world was about to turn so as he ran into the other bedroom and started slamming closet doors and looking under the bed I dashed into Tony’s master bedroom. When dad dashed into the bedroom I had just been in Tony mentioned I best be going and with the hallway cut off he pointed at the bedroom window and opened it . Even with the screen I did a perfect Superman dive through it and a forward roll, coming up with my pants in my hand and hitting the jets.

The dayum sprinklers were on and I was slipping and sliding all over the place. Dad heard me exit the window and appeared at the window sill and vowed to cut certain appendages off me. He hopped out the window and the chase was on. I hopped a chain link fence and headed for my truck with pops in hot pursuit, slipping and sliding in the wet grass like I had done. LOL. That made him even madder. I took a peek over my shoulder and he looked just like a bald faced hornet when you smack their nest.

Thank god that Cheby Blazer 350 fired on the first crank as usual and off I peeled with dad running down the street at 6 am on a quiet Sunday screaming obscenities at me. I knew it was tempting fate but I just had to circle back around by the front of the house and wave goodbye to the long legged pony. There the 4 of them stood on the front porch, Tony was cracking up but mom didn’t look amused. I waved and my date blew me a kiss and it was adios muchacos.

Never saw her again. Even though she was hotter than a cheap pistol I knew her old man wanted to chat so I left that unpinned grenade alone.