Congrats! But it’s the next weekend so this weekend is free, right? 
Not in the eyes of her or either of the mothers involved. I’ll work on the reschedule but I don’t like my odds. I’ll make the next one
yo @JMcColm weren’t you saying you needed to pick up some…uh…napkins from the artisan napkin supplier in Detroit the week before the wedding?
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Well hopefully the mother’s mind their own beeswax. See you at the next one!
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What happens here is precedent setting.
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Truer words have never been spoken.
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We’ve got a solid give and take understanding regarding golf. She’s knows I’m an addict and am going to blow a ton of time and money on it and she gets to do her girls trips and travel around with her friends when she wants. After four years of dating, the boundaries are pretty clear. I told her about it and made sure to get the bonus points for not arguing it.
There are battles to be fought, but unfortunately I don’t think this is a wise one to choose
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You don’t have to explain it to this motley band of bros. Congrats again and look forward to meeting you soon!
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Thought this would be a good place to post this. Happy anniversary of the Malice at the Palace!
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Definitely one of the most WTF sports moments in my lifetime. Anytime a clip starts with “Stephen Jackson and Rasheed Wallace trying to be peacemakers…” whatever comes next can’t be good.
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An all time moment in sports history.
Ron Artest is such a scumbag
Who is Ron Artest? You mean Metta World Peace?
He was Ron Artest then.
What an ironic name change.
“If I put Peace in my name will people forget about my violent history in the league?”
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Sportscenter the next morning was so lit.
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loved Isaac the Bartender’s comment that “if Derrick Coleman would have been involved, people would have died” — paraphrased.
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The summer after the incident Mr. Artest was back at his alma mater trying to sharpen his game up while contemplating his potential rap career, so he was regularly in Carnesseca Arena at St. John’s, and I had quite an encounter.
To paint the scene, this gym was pretty consistently full of random students and folks from the neighborhood who would sneak their way in just hooping throughout the day if there wasn’t a formal event or practice for another sports team using the space. I, at the time a 5’8" 145 lb soccer player with some flowing locks, was strolling through the end of the gym to go to the equipment room hand-in-hand with my then GF (a good looking mixed race lady from the women’s soccer team) to pick up our gear to go kick the ball around. She knew nothing of the Malice in the Palace or ol’ Ronny’s hi-jinks.
I’d seen Ron in the gym a few days earlier in the week, so I knew he was around campus, and I noticed him immediately when we walked in that day. My spidey sense was up for some reason, and we’d made it about halfway across the gym before I saw him just turn completely around from the hoop he was practicing at and come running towards us from the corner of my eye. My hairs went up and sweat started to bead on the back of my neck.
Sure enough, he ran right up and started trying to spit game at my girl and eyeing me up. This was not an uncommon experience for her while going through the gym. My girl thought he was just some rando trying to get with an athlete and started giving him some shit and I could see his veins start to bulge and smell the testosterone starting to pour out of him. Knowing of his instability, I was terrified and he could sense it. We kept walking while all this went on, and he ended up grabbing her hand as we were getting close to the exit, and he tried to tell her how he wanted to take her out later. At that point she stopped, and I can only imagine started cusing him out. I can only imagine, because I just kept walking towards the door at that point being convinced that if I didn’t I was going to end up plastered to the wood paneling of the folded up bleachers along the wall.
I walked out the door towards the equipment room, and about 30 seconds later my girl comes out and just rips into me asking me what the hell I was doing leaving her like that. I told her I had reasons and tried to explain a little about the man who’d just shot his shot with her, and she wasn’t having it. When we got to the equipment room, I got the student workers to pull up the brawl video on the computer, and showed it to her and showed her some of the other recent headlines. She smiled and laughed and told me we were all good and that she was glad I stayed around as long as I had. It was a moment to never forget.
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