What dwellar would you most like to meet in a dark alley with a baseball bat?
 

There are meetings and then there are meetings. This thread is for the other kind.

Actually noone here has really pissed me off in a very long time. Most of the people I disagree with here only manage to exasperate me. Either I've matured or just gotten tired.

i'd like to kick your ass, rich. ya mutherfucker.

I don't want to meet anyone with a baseball bat, in a dark alley or anywhere else..... I'm a stinkin' coward. :worried:

Say hello to my little friend.:rattat:

:D

I'll take you all on. I'm crazy like that, see.

wait, who has the bat?

The other guy. That's what you get for not reading the fine print.;)

No body I dislike enough to go after ,
but I would gladly walk into an alley bat in hand to help quite a few folks here !!!

Well we could hope for the hockey game phenomenon where we all go to a fight and a baseball game breaks out. With this bunch it could happen.

I play first base. LJ - your behind the plate. Rich, you be the umpire. Zipster - take left field. Why left field? Because its a short freakin walk from where you are all the time nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. Why I otta.

Ok so that leaves 2nd, short, 3rd, pitcher, CF and RF. I can't pick the whole team so somebody else step up to the plate.

Oh, and who are we gonna play? Anybody remember the URL for audio galaxy? Or maybe the Cellarites versus the Cellarettes.

Zipster - take left field. Why left field? Because its a short freakin walk from where you are all the time nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. Why I otta.

Hey thats close to the BEER consesion !!!!

sheldon is the pitcher!

oh, wait...then i'm NOT the catcher! i'll take manager!

EHHHHHHHH !!!! ( annoying buzzer )
To late , LJ is Sheldons catcher !!!!!!

Manager? You think you are management material?

Fine. Then take the manager's quiz.

1. Two outs. Score tied. Man on 2nd. 9th inning. You are the home team. The best reliever in baseball history (a southpaw) just took the mound. The umpire is staring - no, glaring at you. The crowd is in a hushed silence to see who you send to the plate against the pitcher from hell. You turn to the bench, and are greeted by the blank, empty stares of the entire Cellar who all *gulp* at about the same time while Bob Costas tells America: "Boy, I wouldn't want to be in LJ's shoes right now for all the money in Dick Cheney's Swiss bank account. Who's he gonna send out there?"

Then, the angels sing, trumpets blare a light from the heavens shines on one player. "OF COURSE! Its so OBVIOUS!" You harken to the lone Cellarite upon whom God's favour rests and harkun unto him to grab a bat and march out there and send that pitcher back to HELL."

Whom do you chose oh Tommy Lasorda protoge? And why?

radar

and i don't have to tell you why. and stop crying, there's no crying in baseball.