aka the pants

aka hot chick in tacoma aka karaoke girl with blue eyes and pale skin and everything

who asked if i could pull over while i was driving

so she could unload some of those rums wed been drinking

and i held her hair

or was it her skirt

yeah her, she wants me to write a poem for her today

on valentines day.

and how can you write something so special for a special girl

one who has replacements cds and coasters and green walls

and unusual angles in her ceiling and

the same exact ipod clock radio that i have

and the absolute exact same feeling about rock music that i do

which is loud fast topless hard harder endless

but baby im no good at writing love poems for college girls

anymore.

or lust poems or list poems or last poems or lick poems

im an old man in a closet typing on a keyboard held up by angels disguised as virgins

what do i know about generation y and your facebook ways

from what i read on the wire you kids consider bjs handshakes and i can get behind that but rarely do i fall in love with someone after they give me a handshake im a man from a different time

long legs thatve never been tanned

blue eyes and red lisptick and if youre lucky enough to get close to her hair when she leans over to hear what youre saying in the loud club you can get a whiff of her hair dye and you’ll almost die cuz youre that old.

so old the earth doesnt bother spinning when you start drinking because it knows thats not going to do anything to you so drive on big river drive on

pantasaurus sex i hope you go down to that tea cup and find yourself a man who will karaoke your ass tonight and all the way home

a tune from your generation and not iggy like me

and prettier than me and with enough courage to take you places that you deserve

like dennys in the morning, or roscoes or mels

or wherever cool chicks love to dwell.

the pants + the pants on buzznet + valentines day on buzznet

hi, anna, happy valentine’s day to you! but since when do you like valentines day? i remember you saying that all valentines day was was an american greeting card day sham.

it is a greeting card sham, but im starting to appreciate the underlying theme more as i get older.

is that so? whats the underlying theme, you old bag?

the underlying theme is this is the day where we should celebrate love of all sorts, not just romantic/sexual/boyfriend+girlfriend love.

very interesting theory. pardon me for having a hard time believing it is from you. didnt you tell me last year that all valentines day is is for those who dont have any love in their lives to feel a whole bunch shittier about their lives, and for those who do have love in their life to be forced to spend way too much money on overpriced dinners and flowers that are going to die?

i can change my mind.

actually it sounds like youre no longer banging enrique.

im no longer “banging” anyone.

so is that the source of your new way of thinking?

maybe. whatever. leave me alone. you should be happy.

i am happy. i agree with you, by the way. i think that the idea of love should be celebrated at least once a year, if not more. love is a great emotion, a powerful stimulous, and pretty much the meaning of life. since days like Christmas are so bastardized and commercialized into not even meaning what they should mean, it’s nice when theres one day where people can think about all the forms of love in their lives.

i love you, tony.

you do?

yes. of course i do.

where are you tonight?

malibu

what are you doing there?

getting my hair done.

what’s the occasion?

valentine’s day, silly.

do you have a date?

i dont know, do i?

anna kournikova, you sly fox.

i flew out here last night after i read that you didnt have a valentine.

flew out from where?

from miami. surprise!

im speechless.

i would have thought that you would be tied up with ashley or chris or clippergirl or someone.

i would have thought that you would be wining and dining with some super famous international studboy.

i am, you.

what do you want to do tonight?

i thought we could get a fire going, order some pizza and think about all the different forms of love there are in the world.

like how i feel about wrigley field, and tivo, and the internet, and free porn and music via peer-to-peer sharing?

i just picked up something at Vic’s that you are going to fall in love with.

more than i love buzznet?

part of it is leather, part of it has pink straps, part of it has zippers, and its all insanely tight.

youre killing me.

when i came out of the dressing room a man saw me and fell right over.

i told my boss i would work late tonight because i didnt think i had any plans.

i dont mind waiting

A Charlie Brown Valentine is on abc at 8pm tonight.

i’ll make sure it’s being Tivoed.

you still have a key to my house?

i keep it very close to my heart.

youre so full of it, anna.

yes i am, but im coming over, so be ready.

shabooty + pitt + smelly + ben loves music

ber asks, “comfortable silence or engaging conversation? a soft kiss or a deep kiss? holding hands or long looks across the table?”

perhaps its not obvious from all the blogging that ive done on this page but to me theres no such thing as a comfortable silence. i like communication, i like being engaged, i like the back n forth.

best way for me to be completely turned off by you is to remain silent, to give me the silent treatment, to shut me out, or to shut me down.

so yes the conversation must be engaging even if its a whisper on a silent night in the middle of a forest so still that the trees dont dare fall for fear that if they do they wont exist.

similarily even though eye contact can be extremely sexy i like to hold hands all day all night in every and all situations. theres a scene in the eighties film gregory’s girl where the nerdy kid is laying on his back with the hot soccer babe and theyre looking at the stars and he says that dancing is what keeps you from falling off the earth. i say its holding hands.

soft or deep kisses? theres a time and place for both. i say the longer you know someone the softer your kisses can be. therefore if im kissing a girl for the first time we can start off softly but that shit better get deep quick or im gonna question your motives.

matt welch asks, “What’s wrong with you? Please explain how you can believe in both astrology and the Bible. What, exactly, should we do with the staffbox?”

first off theres lots wrong with me. of all people, you should know that.

secondly i dont believe in astrology. i know it and i study it and i ask everyone their signs and i have an odd knack for remembering peoples signs my leo friend but thats only because i feel like if youre going to disprove something you should know what the hell it is that youre calling bullshit on.

however there are some freaky truths to many of the generalities of astrology. yes some might be psychosomatic or imagined but that doesnt make them false.

likewise i dont think that believing and trusting in the bible is mutually exclusive to believing astrology since the Lord made the heavens on the second day. and i also dont think that its beyond God to give us hints about this thing called life up in the stars for all to see. people like me need all the hints we can get.

for me astology is a way to appreciate peoples differences and give folks a break. it’s not a way to discriminate. for example it doesnt surprise me in the slightest that a leo wouldnt change his blog design for years, however it would surprise me if an air sign kept the design for very long.

also, even though the bible is clear that Jesus is the truth the light and the way, it doesnt say that we should ignore the stars the same way it advises us to stay away from psychics mediums and seers.

what should the LA Times do with its staff box? you should, every now and then, put my name as the current publisher and see if anyone notices. if no one says peep you should fuck staff box and stick a cartoon there, hopefully an offensive one that would amuse jim treacher.

Wes asks, ” Hi Tony, If you could add one more piece of advice to your list of “How to Blog” that you haven’t already mentioned, what would it be??”

wes this is a very good question. its good because ive now thought about this for a few days. i know sometimes i come across as conceited. sometimes its intentional, but deep down i have very low self esteem and need to be reassured constantly, which is why i like open lines of communication and holding hands.

with that said, one of the beauties of the post how to blog is how complete it is. if anything i would expand on the theories, if i had to do it all over again, but i only had 15 minutes during my break to write that thing so i had to bust it out quickly. and in truth i think it took 20 minutes. maybe 22. but i had to knock it out very fast. and when i was done i was done and people can disagree with things but i dont recall anyone ever wanting me to add anything.

nk asks, “Do you think that some people are genuinely evil?”

perhaps ive been blessed to only meet pretty-nice people. ive met some assholes but im not so sure i would call them genuinely evil. the other day i did a search of sex offenders in my neighborhood. i did it because a blog linked to it. there were four within two blocks of my house. i clicked each one to see what they had done and most had molested children under the age of 14 and i hated these men. but something inside me rationalized that either they had something mentally fucked up in them or a horrible childhood or something. but i never thought that they were evil inside or that they decided one day, “im going to do something truely evil.”

i think some people are very scared of certain things and react to life overly-defensive, but i dont think they go out of their way to fuck shit up.

however now that i think about it, yes i think child molesters and murderers and rapists are genuinely evil because at some point you are at a place of choice and these people know that what theyre doing is wrong and is about to shatter a life and the lives of the people who love them, so yes those people are truly evil and selfish and are very different from the rest of us.

Michael asks, “My current girlfriend in a moment of sleepiness (she really was tired) called me her ex-boyfriend’s name. All the facts: 1) I believe she does love me 2) we recently had a nasty fight that lasted a few days (we made up a day before the name slip) 3) she broke up with her ex about 18 mos ago after a two year relationship and to my knowledge (lets say she’s telling the truth) has not had any contact with him for a long time – lets say over 6 mos.

The question: How mad/upset should I be by the name slip?”

the job of the man is not only to woo the woman but to keep her wooed. therefore it is your responsibility to keep her focused on calling out your name.

you can do this by fucking her better than her ex, and dirtier, and more sexy. destinys child has that song say my name. when you bring it sneer and demand that she says yr name. smile so she knows youre not psycho but repeat the instruction. flip her over and say mario never did this to you did he baby. and if she moans and says no you say no who. and withhold until she says no michael he never fucked me like this.

then buy a trucker hat and have your name airbrushed on it.

what on earth have i done to deserve this

got home after a hard day, pooped.
i saw a note from two teens who had my housekey
it said, “we made a video uploaded it and used your tools.”

just another reason why i dont date teens any more

and the differences between USA and Canada gun laws

watch how the american calls the cannuck retarded

and i love her and im so happy that shes here in LA where we can see each other at tsar shows and parties and red carpets and truck pulls.

born in hollywood california to a famous surgeon and a creole celloist jeanine was blessed with the talent to play the guitar like she was ringing a bell.

when i met her at the nexus she was shy and untrusting and talented and beautiful and yet shed neverbeenkissed (which is greek for “not a man had known her”). all signs said “tony you live in the most densely populated square mile of loose beautiful women yearning to be free, avoid this gorgeous virgin with defense sheilds set on stun.”

but love is blind and my acid was strong so i drugged her and poured booze down her gullet and whipped out the six foot bong and filled it with the chronic and when she was at her most vulnerable i kissed her and the next day she kissed me back.

and now that wall has been torn down and she will not only drink you under the table but she’ll talk your ear off if you get her in the right mood. my how have times changed.

i love her and shes sexier than ever she shreds harder than you know she taught herself jewlery design and shes made all of our friends their wedding bands. even the ones who arent married. now shes finding herself in the movie business green lighting the good scripts and rolling her own with the bad scripts. i love her and she lives in the famous roosevelt hotel home of the very first academy awards.

after we broke up she moved to prague with my friends and played in several bands including Count Rockula and the german boys swooned and the french sighed oui. i love her and she has ended up with all walks of boyfriends after me but none who loved her more. she calls me her guardian angel but im the man who poisoned her first is all i am, yes im eternally in love with her but shes the one who has the power over me, shes the one who i stayed home for instead of going to the czech republic and if i had to do it over again youd do the same thing too.

jeanine is a blessing to all of us, a skinny girl who walks around the apartment topless reading your astrology chart and raising iguanas and only listening to tapes of local bands when shes not spinning nina simone on the turntable. she can cook greek masterpieces as well as soul food, she can bake cornbread from scratch and transpose guns n roses on the keyboard seven different ways just to remind you whose boss.

she was my good luck charm in sacramento when i won best in state but as great as that award was to drive her down to mexico to make out with her was the best award ive ever gotten and when child protective services said tony pierce youre the father of this girl named Mystery i was all nuh huh i was with jeanine and only jeanine and they were all but and i said look at jeanine why would i ever stop holding her hand and the judge said case closed. and i love her.

jeanine + when me and jeanine went to mars + jeanine and i in a car + jeanine and chris

before i got my car this summer i didnt eat a lot of fast food. but the convience of the drive-thru is pretty tough to beat. i have very little patience with waiting for food to get served to me unless im on a hot date. there are so many things i want to do in a day i dont like to waste time eating things and waiting to eat things.

Mike (aka Azreal Darkskies) asks “Why don’t you return my link love? Is it because I use Buzznet’s competition? What’s the movie you’re looking forward to the most? Album?”

if i havent returned your link love either it was because blogrolling didnt do its job when i tried to link you or you havent sent me an email to ask for a link. im very willing to link anyone who links me and/or buys a book and/or flows to the busblog. so i apologize. send me an email and i’ll rectify that.

also buzznet has no competition.

the movie im looking forward to the most is the one about the History of Isla Vista, im also looking forward to the film version of Hammer of the Gods, and im curious to see what matt dillon does with Bukowski’s “Factotum”. sadly only the later is being actually made.

and of course the third Tsar record is pretty much the only cd that im really looking forward to if you dont count Matt Good’s upcoming disc and anything by Bob Dylan.

Pitt asks “who’d win in a fight: Kato Kailin Versus K. Fed, The Green Lantern Versus The Flash, Johnny Cash Versus Joey Ramone, Elvis Costello vs Buddy Holly, Tony Pierce Versus Joe Fraizer (Current 60yr+ version), Matthew Good Versus Moby.”

kato doesnt lift a finger to do anything other than asking for a handout so he loses, the green lantern was Black so he wins, johnny cash killed a man just to watch him die so he wins, i was at a concert where elvis costello stopped the show just to publicly berate any critic who was even considering writing a bad review so i’d give it to him over buddy, i would never fight a Black man over 59 so smokin joe wins, and matt good is like 6’2″ while moby is a vegan midget so mr indestructable wins.

glennis asks “What fraternity did you belong to in college?”

when i went to ucsb the chancellor got a dui for drinking and driving on campus, the students voted to not have a football team any more, and the greeks were publicly ridiculed for being wannabe yuppie college republican steve miller blasting followers. no one respected them. plus there were so many hot chicks that 20 yr old gwenneth paltrow left ucsb because noone noticed her (true story). the only greeks that people liked were the Black frats during Step Day.

even though my entire family for several generations belonged to Black greeks i always considered that whole scene pretty much the exact opposite of my personality and ideals. in a less pc world id call it gay. however some of my best friends were greeks and they try to remove those years from their memory. rightfully.

vortexia asks, “best fantasy come true? favorite guilty pleasure? what picture would you most like to see on my blog?”

ive had many fantasies come true. most revolve around sex and rock music. but when i was a kid i always wanted to live in los angeles, and to have lived here for so long with so many of my friends around me, and to earn a living doing what im good at, and getting to meet and interview some of my favorite rock heroes is a dream come true. and to have those things happen without selling out or changing my style just to fit in makes it so much better.

my favorite guilty pleasure is looking through my referrals to see what people are saying about the busblog. its a pleasure because people usually say very flattering things, but i feel sorta guilty because i pretend like i dont care what people say.

i also like to smell my fingers after im driving home from a cheerleaders house. guilt because im not spending the night with her.

as for pictures, im partial to little plaid skirts, knee highs and fan signs that say i heart tony.

hans asks, “if you had to live somewhere other than the state of california, where would it be?”

if i spoke better french itd be paris, if i surfed it would be maui, if it had better weather id say nyc, but i truly love oregon namely umpqua oregon which is way out in the middle of nowhere next to the umpqua river and i could totally see myself raising a family out there once i grow up and quit chasing these cheerleaders here in lipstick city.

gusgreeper asks “how do i get under the canada OR hotbabes kicking your ass under tonypierce.com/links.htm? also i just HAD ass surgery so i think that should get me on right there. OH and who do you think is ‘better’ jack shepard or jack bauer?”

the hotbabes section are the female bloggers who i read the most. so to get on that list you may wanna check out what the other ladies are doing and then follow suit. however the canada section requires that you live up there. therefore send me an email and i will put you in that section the next time i update that page. i use that page a ton as its really my homepage aka my default page when i open firefox.

the jacks – i saw the first episode of 24 and dug it but never saw it again. when i worked at E! i got to meet elizabeth cuthert and shes way hotter in person. and shorter. with that said, i love Lost but dr jack hasnt shown much depth and it looks like he is losing “freckles” to sawyer, and who can blame her? even the fat guy is more intesting than doc. and the korean guy is better looking. so id have to say jack bauer by a long way.

rilah asks, “me, too, for the grepeer’s first question. and also: when will you be rolling out the next book?”

i hate writing those books, i hate making them, i hate mailing them out, i hate the books after theyre over. its one reason stiff is now out of print. i also hate that millions of people dont buy them. therefore expect the next book in october. on my birthday. complete with material never before seen on the busblog. i might dedicate it to the girl who just drunk emailed me thru myspace who told me that all her friends keep stealing stiff from her and telling her how funny it is. i may marry all of them.

Aaron asks “Who are the most underrated talents in rock and roll (excluding the easy Tsar answer), football, hoops, baseball and the blogosphere? Oh, and what is your plan for solving world hunger?”

in rock: drive by truckers, tom waits, the jesus and mary chain, the darkness, maria mckee, victoria williams, the donnas, the muffs, monster magnet, gwar, and marilyn manson.

in football: larry johnson (kc), byron leftwich (jack), tj houshmandzadeh (cincy), and todd heap (balt)

solving world hunger would be extremely easy. but it would take the usa to accept two things: that poor people deserve the right to actually eat every day, and that marijuana is not only biblically okay (see page three of the bible) but giggling and having the munchies is no more morally wrong than smoking cigarettes drinking booze eating big macs spending 20 times more of the budget on the military than on education or legalizing guns.

so if the usa legalized weed, they could tax it and with a fraction of that tax revenue they could subsidize farmers to grow food for the entire globe.

heres how it would work: imagine you could buy twenty joints in the same sort of container as twenty cigarrettes. currently the amount of weed that it would take to create a pack of smokes would be about 1/6 ounce of pot. right now 1/6 an ounce of pot costs roughly $75 on the black market. but its real cost is probably $3.

only allow tobacco companies to grow it, make it illegal to add additives, slap a $37 tax on a pack of joints and you would have 20 joints for $40. two bucks a joint is cheaper than a beer at a bar, and cheaper than it costs now, and since its legal everyone would be happy. plus theyd know that the majority of that pricetag is feeding the hungry around the world.

make it illegal to grow your own or drive high and pot smokers would gladly get their smoke on while doing as Band Aid suggested.

but it wont happen because the Right hates poor people, they lie about drugs, and they fear the church goers who pretend like God didnt make weed on the sixth day.

in baseball: jason bay (pitt), chone figgins (anaheim), brian robers (balt), melvin mora (balt), derrick turnbow (mil), john lackey (ana), cliff lee (cle)

in the blogosphere: flagrant, zulieka, leah, allthingschristie and pretty much everyone who i link to which is one reason why i do it.

tomkr asks, “How’s your guitarplaying coming along?”

crappy cuz as soon as i got it i started getting laid again. the purpose of guitar-learning is to get girls way out of your league. if those chicks return your calls without the guitarlearning you’ll never pick up the axe. thus my shits outta tune and i dont give a fuck. but it does look hot in the corner collecting dust.

Phil Renaud asks, “Will you ever come do a big fun Buzznet event in the Toronto or Detroit areas? Also: are we good to go for the Shaq/B. Wallace trade?”

i want to go to every city that will have me. particularily motown and the gta because i have a sneaking feeling that i wont have to pony up for a hotel room if you know what i mean. however im not mr buzznet. i have bosses. they tell me what to do and where to go and they have yet to send me on the cross country adventure that you and i both want me to go on. that day will come though. oh yes it will.

and yes i will pull the trigger on the shaq ben wah trade if we can do it straight up. im not gonna give up diesel and michael redd for big ben. thats far too much.

Krista asks, “Top 3 favourite movies? Top 3 favourite male celeberties? Top 3 least favourite female celeberties? What is your most valued possession? (Can’t be a computer! )”

favorite movies: the blues brothers, sixteen candles, buster keaton’s the general

favorite male celebs: robin williams, howard stern, prince

least favorite female celebs: all women are beautiful and perfect

my most valued possession: to answer this id have to think what would i be most sad without, and in that case its either my penis or my television and since my television is huge and gives me hours and hours of pleasure and entertainment every day, id have to say that beautiful 35″ mits sitting on two wooden crates.

… i’ll answer the rest throughout the week. thanks everyone for your great questions.

she had her readers ask her questions
which she answered on her blog
so today put your questions in the comments
and in a few hours i will answer them as transparently as possible

why i have a problem with olympic host, nbc and hbo broadcaster bob costas.

hans from verbungle suggests that those curious look through my archives

but since the pictures in the original post have disappeared, i will reprint the post that hans linked to – one that was written three and a half years ago, but still rings true today

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jay asks: Tony, great post. But what’s with the loathing of Bob Costas?

Seriously.

Fair question, Jay. I despise Costas because i worry about the kids.

I don’t want children to see and hear Bob Costas and think that it’s okay to simultaneously nostalgize and sterilize popular sports and culture in such a way that you never want to look at it again for what it is: a child’s game played by immigrants who wouldn’t get a job wiping puke off of porcelain if it wasn’t for an abnormal pituitary gland, or in the case of baseball, defection.

Bob Costas has taken the lively art of calling a ball game and dragged it into the drab dens of middle america mediocrity. He’s as exciting as an acorn, as spontaneous as a tug boat, as lively as a hang nail. if he were a fish he’d be a white fish. a dead, odorless, forgetable one.

In a world of 31 flavors Costas asks for vanilla yogurt in a cup.

He makes Vin Scully sound like John Madden, Oprah sound like Ozzy, he gives milquetoast a bad name, he neither wears boxers or briefs for underneath his clothes are simply wires and switches and tube amps.

The French laugh at Jerry Lewis and Jerry Lewis laughs at whoever the idiot was who put Costas on tv. I’d call him a demon from hades but evil is usually interesting. he’s an antedote to insomnia and the only cure for the flu because not even a virus can stand to listen to more than a hour of Costas droning on about “The Mick” or Stan “The Man”, they wince like children do when their uncles talk about the war or how Hilburn writes about Bob Dylan.

you’ll never see Costas sitting in a dunk tank at a fair because real baseball fans would fake throw and bum rush the tank and ruthlessly drown this ill like a frothing dog.

Bob Costas was raised in the Ozzie and Harriet world of baby booming St. Louis and embodies every sad stereotype therein. My spite only intensifies when I realize that he grew up blessed to listen to the rickety calls of Harry Caray broadcasting for the Cardinals. I bristle because the Good Lord sent down an angel when He gave us all Harry, a man who could drink beer and broadcast a game and it sounded like a real man drinking a beer and calling a game.

When in St. Louis Harry was hired by Auggie Busch who owned the local brewery famous for Budweiser. Mr. Busch told Harry that he admired his work, that he knew that he was the best baseball announcer in the game, and that all of St. Louis was his and he could work for the Cardinals for as long as he lived as long as he didn’t marry any of his daughters.

Harry shook the man’s hand and promptly married the youngest and prettiest of Mr. Busch’s three daughters and was immediately fired.

Would Bob Costas marry anyone’s daughter like that? Don’t hold your breath.

Harry went on to broadcast all over the midwest, making a home for himself on the South Side of Chicago. Known as the Mayor of Rush Street because he was often spotted drinking with the locals on the popular street known for its taverns.

“Booze, broads and bullshit. If you got all that, what else do you need?” Harry was once quoted. He lived his word. He was not only the keeper of the flame he was the reason for the fire.

If the White Sox were playing and Harry was broadcasting for them and the fans were drunk and the game was nearly over and one of the weak hitting infielders popped up to end the inning, you could hear it in his voice. Like a wind-up toy that needed a few turns. “Ahhh, that wouldn’t a been a home run in a telephone booth,” he’d say, uttlerly depressed. A fan at the mic! What a concept.

Harry Caray is the reason that we sing the 7th Inning stretch at Wrigley Field with the enthusiasm that we do. In the ’80s, in order to garner more revenue, new owner Jerry Reinsdorf told Harry that they were going to put a bunch of Sox games on Pay-Per-View only. Harry said that baseball was meant for the average fan and most average fans couldn’t afford pay per view for everyday baseball games, so he quit and joined the Cubs.

Would Costas make such a stand? If he did would anyone see him?

Once I saw a Cubs game where Harry broadcasted the game from the left field bleachers. He brought two ice chests with him. One full of beer and the other full of more beer. He had a paper scorecard and two pencils. Where’s Bob Costas’s two chests of beer?

Harry had glasses as thick as a steak. He had a tongue the size of texas. His lips were big and he was shorter than you think, and the first time I saw him he had on a checkboard suit with a red dressshirt, white tie, white pants, and white shoes. i said are you heading out anywhere after the game all dressed up like that? he said, son, i’m heading out everywhere all dressed up like this. might even make it to your house if the light’s on.”

and he laughed and everyone around him laughed and his breath didn’t smell like booze it smelled of life.

i bet you a million bucks that bob costas’s breath smells like bologna.

harry handed me back my baseball and it said Holy Cow Harry Caray on it.

know what it says if you get NBC’s golden boy autograph on your lucky day?

it says bob.

but the worst thing that Costas has done, jay, is mess up the bell curve. he has made it okay for announcers to be soulless and bland and average and background filler. fakers like jack buck’s son, and harry’s grandson, step children of milo hamilton have polluted the airwaves with a lust for attention and a fear of life. corporations would never hire a man like Harry Caray when they could put their money on dull and hire a Bob Costas who would never get caught closing down a tavern buying a beer for a cop and chasing it down with a redhead.

People say that baseball has lost its edge because of spoiled players and high salaries and greedy owners, but i say it’s because the storytellers only want to read from the children’s library and live the lives of elves.

Rot in peas little man with all the potential in the world but sits on it like so many telephone books used for your pampered ass so you can see over the mic. All the vocabulary in the world but with no backbone to bring the game to life the way one would if chatting about it over a twelve pack in a basement.

That’s what Harry did.

In fact when Harry realized that he had accumulated a ton of cash from being the best there ever was, he and his wife Dutchie (they never divorced) decided that no one would be a better saloon owner than Harry, and they were right.

What would Costas open if he could? A candy store, I bet.

Filled with one flavor of bubblegum.

operation comeback + hans + g man + a nice collection of harry pics