Inside This Weekend’s Big Match! – Saturday Wakey-Wakey Thread

Will the thread title summon Wakezilla??

And no, I don’t mean today’s Massive-Cuntoff.  I won’t be watching that, though I must wish Don Carlo well (but Other Hippo gags in saying so).  NO!  All eyes SHOULD be turned to Wembley, where Our Erotic Robins Hood face off against dire and boring Huddersfield Town (Sunday, 11:25a, ESPN+).

My plan is to will Foe-rest to victory.  Them getting back into the Prem would make for a nice story, in a Timeline that could sure use a few.

ESPN+ also shows a few random Swedish and Dutch footballing matches.  Denmark, too.  Plus, there is a Women’s European Euros to perv over this summer!

But by and large, I got nothing.  Read.  Read a whole lot.

This is a long/holiday weekend, too.  I had forgotten until I tried scheduling a client call for Monday.  DUH.

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Reclusive, vulgar Broncos fan. Also a proud fookin' Evertonian. Likely dropped on my head repeatedly as a small child. [Insert George Carlin quote followed by thoughtful nod.]
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scotchnaut

From what I can tell, Keanu Reeves is an anti-gun guy. So why is he doing John Wick shit? Leave that garbage to the Seagal’s of the entertainment world. The last thing Keanu needs is another paycheque or three but he’s out there doing action crap and not being called out for it. Fuck him-he’s a hypocrite.

/#hottakealert

Mr. Ayo

My face just melted.

TheRevanchist

He’s a national treasure. This is some vulgar rant. You are no longer getting my nudes in your DMs.

scotchnaut

Not a big fan of your shutter speed. I’m sorry-I should have told you this months ago.

Gumbygirl

Are you taking his name in vain?

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WCS

“Madrid Wins The Big Game”

Mr. Ayo

Looks like the get to keep their namesake “Real”.

For now.

scotchnaut

“BANNER!”

-Bruce, trying to fit in

TheRevanchist

Even with that score, Madrid’s best player is their goalie.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

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Mr. Ayo

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BrettFavresColonoscopy

Btw if more of you watched Aussie footy, my comment from last night would be on the banner

Redshirt

Whining about not getting the results you wanted? When did BFC become Republican?

Mr. Ayo

BANNER!

Mr. Ayo

BANNER!

Redshirt

It would’ve been hilarious if you BANNER! nominated the next comment just for shits and giggles.

Mr. Ayo

Woah, you’re playing 4d chess.

Mr. Ayo

VAR 1 – 0 Futbol

Fronkenshteen

Carvajal is eating Luis Diaz alive. Not sure what advantage Liverpool thought they had in that matchup, but it ain’t there.

Horatio Cornblower

“Half an hour into a fascinating Champions League Final….”

Merriam-Webster sues for egregious misuse of the word ‘fascinating’

WCS

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WCS

THIS BATHROOM BREAK I JUST HAD I CALL IT A LATE-TERM ABORTION BECAUSE THERE’S NO WAY IT WOULD BE LEGAL IN MOST SOUTHERN STATES.

scotchnaut

I was listening to that Aaron Rodgers-slurping Colts punter podcast yesterday and Gabe Morency was a guest. Totally forgot about him. There was a show on Sportsnet(?) back in 2010-12 that featured him and another die-hard gambler (The Raging Redhead?) along with a very sports-smart host and a woman that had a hard science background. It was the best roundtable sports show that has ever existed because it was very obvious that the woman absolutely hated the two gamblers. The tension between the three was simply amazing. And it went on for a few years.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

THIS REAL MADRID GOALIE I CALL HIM THE DIAPHRAGM CAUSE HE REFUSES TO LET ANYTHING THROUGH.

Mr. Ayo

Could this main camera be any more zoomed out?

WCS

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I do like spicy Latinas, but honestly, what the fuck is this?

“WCS: White Trash”

WCS

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scotchnaut

Thank you. I had completely forgotten about this and how funny/absurd it was.

Redshirt

When did GIFs start playing sound?

Mr. Ayo

Esta singer es muy caliente.

scotchnaut

I went into a French Open rabbit hole and discovered that Roland Garros was the very first fighter pilot that discovered how to fly backwards while frantically waving a white flag.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

God, what a clusterfuck.

scotchnaut

-Uvalde police force, at a safe distance from the school

Redshirt

I find it very darkly humorous that the GOP’s motivation that more guns in the school would deal with the threat was thwarted by the police preventing a highly motived and very armed posse of parents from entering the school to deal with the threat.

2Pack

Rocking the Tommy Bahama kit

WCS

“2Pack Steals Mac’s Look”

Redshirt

Updated from FFL-Gate: Tommy Muthafuckin’ Pham (TM, 2022, Hippopotamus Rex Enterprises) was banned for three games due to Will Smithing another player due to crimes against Fantasy Football.

Reds’ Tommy Pham accepts three-game ban for ‘Will Smith-style’ slap on Joc Pederson over Fantasy Football – CBSSports.com

Votto Still Bangs on Twitter: “Video of Tommy Pham slapping Joc Pederson https://t.co/cb0XYCnMNn” / Twitter

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Mr. Ayo

Hippo forgets his IASIP phrasing commitment

scotchnaut

Gumbygirl reminded me of the one and only time I had food poisoning-join me, won’t you, on this journey.

If memory serves correctly, I was taking my first vacation in two years. I grabbed some McDonalds for the 6 hour drive to my destination. A bubbly stomach manifested itself 5 hours into the drive and I barely made it to my hotel room. The next two and a half days was a sweaty, poopy nightmare the likes of which I’ve never experienced since*-I nearly passed out a few times. What a shitshow. Ha!

*I would wish this on my worst enemy, btw

Mr. Ayo

Last time for me was when I went through the taco shop drive-thru after hours were my brother worked. He gave me taco burgers with beef that was cooling for the previous hour.

Gumbygirl

When you feel like you’d have to get 90% better, to feel good enough to die!

Redshirt

For me it was when I was recovering from getting my wisdom teeth removed, a broken tooth extraction and a root canal. I was still on a Soft Food Diet, so I was enjoying soup and chocolate shakes. For dinner on Sunday night, I had a can of New England Clam Chowder. When I opened it, I thought it didn’t look right, but I chalked it up to having to cook it in two bowls because I got a large can.

For the next day or so, I felt under the weather. I assumed it was because I was recovering from major dental surgery (and my stitches hadn’t completely healed so I was slowing drinking a bit of my blood) so I continued to eat like normal.

Around Tuesday morning, I entered a zen state. Not sick, not panicked. Just calmness. I kept thinking, “I’m not going to throw up. I’m not going to throw up.” Then all of sudden I thought, “I’m going to throw up.” But I didn’t run the toilet. I took my time, I closed the door. I removed my glasses. I lifted the lid. I got myself into position and then…

(five seconds of highly aimed projective vomiting)

After that, I felt perfectly fine. It was almost like my stomach was like, “This stuff will literally kill you if it passes me. I’ll hold on to it until you accept the fact you need to expel it.”

Col. Duke LaCross

My only food poisoning experience happened back when I played college golf. There’s a course in Billings Montana that I definitely left a mark on twenty two years ago. I wrote about it a long time ago when I had actual aspirations of being a writer. Here’s an excerpt.

“My coach must have had a losing night playing cards with the other coaches the night before, because suddenly there were all five of us guys crammed into one room and the nice restaurant he’d promised our post-practice round meal at had been downgraded to a Golden Corral. I fell asleep not feeling right at all. Must have been something I ate.

The tournament started the next day, I warmed up great and managed solid pars on the first two holes when it hit. It felt like I was being repeatedly kicked in the gut. I barely made it to the bushes when the vomit started to flow. Yup, it was food poisoning. I was on hole-three of thirty-six for the day and I could barely stand. This wasn’t going to be a good day at all. Pretty much every other hole we played, I would honk in the weeds. We finished the first 18 and as we were checking our cards I was shocked to see I had managed a 73. I signed my card and handed it to Montana-Western’s coach who handed me a bag lunch in exchange. The second that turkey-on-a-roll hit my gut it was on its way back up again. We still had 18 holes to play, and I had no way to refuel. “You okay man?” Western’s coach asked as I shook my head.

“How’s my score matched up with my teammates so far?” I asked.

“Yours is the second lowest round carded on your team,” he replied. “One of your guys got D-Q’d though. Are you sure you’re going to make it?”

“Got no choice now, if we don’t post a tournament score, we can’t go to the Regional. Going to have to gut this one out.” I wish I had felt as confident as I wanted to sound.

Round-two wasn’t much better than round one. Although about six holes in, I was able to keep a little Dixie cup of water down. My drives were getting weaker, my vision was blurry. I felt like I was turning into a 90 year old man. Montana-Western’s coach rolled up again about eleven holes in to the round and stuck a bottle of Gatorade from his team’s own stash into my bag. “Just try it, see if you can keep it down. Some of the other coaches and I are taking bets on if you’re going to finish.”

“How are my odds?” I asked weakly.

“Well, I’m pretty much the only one banking on ya.”

“What does my coach think?”

“Don’t know. Nobody’s seen him since the first round.” He replied.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen hide or hair of my own coach since the driving range that morning. Glad to see he cared. Maybe I should have played for Montana-Western. “I’m so taking this program over after I graduate!” I thought as I took down a baby-swallow of Gatorade.

We finally hit the eighteenth hole of the round and thirty-sixth hole of the day. And I had to take a knee to tee the ball up. At that point I felt so weak; I could barely hit the ball across the street. I popped the ball out into the fairway. Thankfully it was a short hole and I only had about 140 yards in. By then a small crowd of about thirty already finished players was surrounding the green. I embarrassingly grabbed a 6-iron out of the bag. Ordinarily that was way too much club for this shot, but in my condition, this was barely going to get there. I swung the club back and threw my hands at the ball. Thinned the piss out of it. That ball barely got three feet off of the ground and landed about twenty yards off the green. Surprisingly, it bounced forward, nearly rolling off the back of the green and left me with about a 45 foot putt back to the front-left hole location. Two putts to go and I can finally lie down. The other two guys in my group, Chad from Rocky Mountain and Colt from Carroll had both knocked wedges to inside four feet. I could barely see the damn hole from that far away. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied Golf Girl in the crowd. I was suddenly overcome by a familiar feeling of calm. Good lord she was beautiful. “Man up dude! Just get it close.” I thought as I jabbed at the ball. “Aw hell!” I hollered, as I saw the ball burn a trail to the hole, “that better hit it, or it’s off the fuckin’ green!” Maybe it heard me, because next thing I knew my ball slammed into the back edge of the cup, hopped in the air a little bit and then settled at the bottom of the hole as a collective shriek went up in the crowd, which to my blurry eyes and ringing ears, looked and sounded like Sunday at Augusta. I staggered forward to snag my ball out of the hole, but Chad from Rocky already had it.

“You are the toughest son-of-a-bitch I’ve ever met.” He said as he handed me my ball.

We sat down at the scorer’s table to sign our cards, when I finally realized after adding up the numbers I had shot a 1-under par 70. My pen had barely finished autographing the scorecard when I blacked out.”

Epilogue: I did take over that team as coach eight years later. Also, I try not to even drive past a Golden Corral anymore.

ballsofsteelandfury

This is an AWESOME story!

Mr. Ayo

BANNER!

Mr. Ayo

Also, I assume this was Lake Hills Golf Course?

Col. Duke LaCross

Peter Yegen. RMC’s coach was the head pro there for years, so we had to play that track every season.

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Mr. Ayo

I always forget that course has been around that long. When I went to the middle school just east of there that whole area was farmland.

Col. Duke LaCross

That’s kind of what that course looked like. Somebody had a farm and just cut 18 cups in random spots and said “have a go.”

Gumbygirl

Holy shit, this was epic! Vomiting in Billings might improve the view. You’d think just because it’s in Montana, that every place is gorgeous. You would be wrong!

Horatio Cornblower

This is really great writing, Duke.

Col. Duke LaCross

Thank you sir. Wish I had time to do it more often.

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WCS

That’s just science.

“Hippo Gets Extreme: Pain Killer Edition”

Redshirt

My mom would tend to disagree. She took an extra pill for her epilepsy once. For the next day, she felt like she was on the Electric Rainbow.

Electric Rainbow! On board ride first person POV! (Stricker’s Grove) – YouTube

Gumbygirl

I worked at an amusement park when I was in high school. We called that ride the Twirl and Hurl.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

What the hell is up with this delay in the Champions League final?

Mr. Ayo

Did you not read the Ultras book recommended by the literal [DFO] contingent?

The Pool Boys ultras caused a ruckus at security, were tear gassed, and disrupted everything.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

Huh. The announcers just described it as an “unpleasant scene”.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

“Pool boys? Tell me more!” – Jerry Falwell, Jr.

Gumbygirl

Hooligans gonna hooli.

2Pack

The TV over here is so different than stateside sports broadcasts. While enduring a 15 minute delay to kick off, they’re just panning the crowd, no yapping, no filling. Actually kinda nice. Makes you feel like you are there.

Mr. Ayo

Society would be so much better if everyone shut the fuck up more often.

2Pack

Yeah just being alone with your thoughts is a good way to kill time on occasion.

Don T

Or folks.
-D. Berkowitz

Mr. Ayo

More like Fake Madrid

#PreHotTake

WCS

Whoa. Take it easy there. You’ll melt steel beams with that HAWT of a TAEK.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

Move over, Mike Brown. Travis Kelce has some financial tips for the next generation:

https://mobile.twitter.com/chibearsbr/status/1530035465012842496

scotchnaut

Finally, someone taking their position as ‘tight’ end seriously.

Don T

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scotchnaut

If I pick up at a restaurant I’ll always tip because it usually goes into a pool and that 17 year-old kid that dipped his dick into the container of Extra Hot Sauce on a dare gets a percentage of it.

/that said, I usually go with honey garlic

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

[is triggered]

– LeSean McCoy

Don T

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Horatio Cornblower

The Gang Turns To Opiates

WCS

“Hippo Solves the Dick Joke Situation”

scotchnaut

/Hippo ordering at Zaxby’s

“I’d like a Cobb Salad but could I get that with extra no cheese please? And your wings-can you guarantee that the chickens were not raised anywhere near Chapel Hill?”

Gumbygirl

I went to Zaxby’s once. Bought a chicken sandwich, took a big bite. It was raw. I still get whole body shudders just thinking about it.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

“I don’t agree that they’re disgusting, but they *can* be dangerous.” – Bob Kraft

Gumbygirl

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scotchnaut

Stop it. Just stop it right now.

litre_cola

Oh fuck, I forgot to write tomorrow nights post.

/put fingers down throat

litre_cola

Will there be a French masturbator? Stay tuned!

scotchnaut

The lofty Finns are giving the Dirty Americans a 4-2 whooping, using their home jaata advantage to its fullest.

/this has been your international hockey update
//later today the Valorous Canadians will be taking on the Unruly Czechs

2Pack

we get the game free and live tonight so… hope to see her there. dressed like this… in a private booth… saving a spot for me… I’ll compliment her shoulders for Hippo…

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2Pack

Now that the season is over, I devote myself to reflection and Series C study. Got my copy of Ultras yesterday so once I finish the book I’m reading now… I’m goin in boys.

litre_cola

It is phenomenal.

Your package will be mailed this week. Is there a Big Turk? Oh you know there is!

Horatio Cornblower

mmmmmmmmm. Chocolate covered tires.

Don T

Pro: chocolate covered

Con: gummy of cologne

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

“Laugh all you want, but it kept our business afloat during the pandemic.” – Kansas City area tire shop owner

Don T

#HippoMood
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Senor Weaselo

I mean he is still dead.

Brick Meathook

I think Hippo will agree with me here, the secret to the effective and enjoyable use of prescription opiates for pain management and recreation is to use stool softeners. One stool softening gel cap per opiate pill, and that will keep the system running smoothly.

Also, don’t exceed the prescribed dosage. They get suspicious if you keep refilling too soon. Instead, keep your averages normal but adjust within. For example, if you’re supposed to take 2 big-bombers per day, that equals 14 per week. So just take 1 per day Monday through Thursday and then you can take 5 at one time on Friday and again on Saturday. Abstain on Sunday in order to praise the Lord.

Also, try to get two prescriptions and then you can really double your fun.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

Two prescriptions? Come on. Next thing you’re going to tell us is that if an elderly relative dies and you find a way to discreetly dispose of the remains without reporting the death, you can continue to collect their social security benefits for years and years without the government suspecting a thing.

Gumbygirl

That’s what I’m going to do with Gumby.

WCS

“Mac Invades the Pitch”

Don T

It did sweep the 2003 Ennuis

/Gets into Come At Me stance

ballsofsteelandfury

I’m still awake. Will be up for another hour at least. It’s been a long night but fun.

Don T

I went to sleep at 9:15 PM yesterday. Stuck it out ’til 9 PM for the self respect.

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Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

Did Essendon lose again?

ballsofsteelandfury

They play tonight

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

You mean “lose tonight”.