Showing posts with label Moshpuppies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moshpuppies. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Celebration, but no Spades

The Spades Quartet now has another spouse to deal with, now that Adam's walked down the aisle. This was as close as we got to playing spades over the COLDEST WEEKEND IN CHICAGO HISTORY!!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Could it be?

Rumors are flying about that the tourney may wake from its 2 year slumber. Something about a "road trip" to the C-Bus in the July. As a reminder, the score is @$$#0le$, I mean Moshdawgs 27, Polish-African Remix 21. At this stage last time the Moshdawgs were up 26-22, but the Remix were in the midst of a 7 game winning streak to take the lead, which save for a 33-34 blip, they kept or were even the rest of the way to a historic championship. Moral of the story - watch your back, Moshdawg.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Corporal's Idea

Transcript from an SMS war between Sarge & Fungster on 5/25/07, the day the series resumed:

Sarge: Ready 4 your beatdown? MOSHDAWGS!!!!!
Sarge: Get ready.
Sarge: Chuck Cecil looking to rumble...but where's the ace? Moshdawgs got the Ace! polish/african remix on the ropes!
Fungster: Don't u have 2 teach or something
Sarge: Teaching right now...teaching Asskickin' 101. Lesson today in Spades Whuppin'...
Fungster: Its gonna b so great when we go up 2-0. I will lick the tears off ur face with glee!
Sarge: Yeah? Im a gonna hold u 2 it! Might lose the first 2 on purpose then go on a 7-0 run 4 bedtime...
Sarge: Lick...lick the ace of spades that DEFEATS you... lick the Chuck Cecil that twists the knife... lick the nil six that despairs you. lick the Moshdawg whip.
Fungster: First Chuck gets taken out by the ace, then he twists the knife? I won't fall for your scare tactics. They're as hollow as Cubs relief pitching
Fungster: NYT - At least give Giambi some credit. ?!? That's like giving the Moshdawgs credit for anything they did in Series 1!
Sarge: Practice my boy...mere practice...
Fungster(minutes b4 Sarge's plane was due to take off): Can't turn back now - fly on & accept ur arse whoopin lika man
Sarge: U tryin' to psyche yerself up?
Fungster: just making sure you're prepared for the beatdown
Fungster: On the plane, dreaming of how we're gonna tear u limb from limb. Adam's already cowering like a puppy!
(Corporal makes whimpering noises in the background. He knows what's coming...)