2005 Point & Laugh At The taterskins Thread

[PoopyfaceMcGee]

Pointing, and laughing.

[Feva]

Bestest article EVAR!!

[MDS]

6:20 p.m., Saturday, Dec. 3 -- Team begins to arrive. Some going directly up to the second floor to get their room keys. Bugel walks by to the elevators. We give him a thumbs up.

tool

[PoopyfaceMcGee]

Well, we know now within a shadow of a doubt that the Rams really suck.

[PhillyPhreak54]

Some more "highlights" from Arthur...

4:40 p.m., Saturday, Dec. 3 -- Rick calls to say he's arrived. I turn the rental around to get the young boy.

5:15 p.m., Saturday, Dec. 3 -- Airport security spots my taterskins sweats and we begin talking about how hopeless the Rams are.

5:30 p.m., Saturday, Dec. 3 -- We arrive in high style at the Ritz here in St. Louis. For the first time in my life I actually feel tacky for being in sweats. Like in the Sopranos, Rick and I enter the hotel to see a bride being photographed. We're the first people "with the team to arrive" which totally confounds the Ritz crew. We are unable to get our room keys at the front desk. They call to the second floor and escort us up.

Ah,  there's the old "remind everyone I'm important" thing...

6:15 p.m., Saturday, Dec. 3 -- Call Larry Michael to tell him the hotel has a cigar bar.

Betcha that was an enthralling conversation!

6:35 p.m., Saturday, Dec. 3 -- Mike Sellers and Joe Salave'a sit at the table next to us. Waitress goes to Sellers allowing me to make comment, "Punch him in the ribs. He likes that." Nice big grin from Sellers on that

That's the ol' "who the hell is this douchebag talking to me" smile.

Will update in a bit, but, much of the REST of the night is unable to be told here. Within the story I will tell though is how I was hitting on the bartenders with the assistance of a taterskins coach (to be unnamed ) and as we departed, having that bartender say, "Bye Art. Sensual Pisces." Witnesses can verify. Seems she's into astronomy and apparently Pisces are hot, hot, hot

[PoopyfaceMcGee]

Art makes Dave Spadaro look like a Pulitzer winner.

[MDS]

What a fargin douche.

[General_Failure]

Pointing and laughing at the Skins for employing him.

[Wingspan]

Will update in a bit, but, much of the REST of the night is unable to be told here. Within the story I will tell though is how I was hitting on the bartenders with the assistance of a taterskins coach (to be unnamed ) and as we departed, having that bartender say, "Bye Art. Sensual Pisces." Witnesses can verify. Seems she's into astronomy and apparently Pisces are hot, hot, hot

even if he had said the correct word...astrology...he would still be a total retard

[PoopyfaceMcGee]

I'm the coach he didn't name was totally messing with him, saying to his friends, "Look, I'll bet you I can make fat-ass Art think he's a lady magnet.  Who's in for $5?"

[MDS]

yup

[PoopyfaceMcGee]

taterskins fans are suggesting that their team never deserves being booed, eh?  Really?

[PhillyGirl]

Skins fans ALWAYS boo their team! 

Hypocrisy is in the air.

[henchmanUK]

yup

Damn straight. The fact that taterskins fans think that booing their own team is morally reprehensible just goes to show what a bunch of fargwits they are.

[MDS]

Art finished up his thrilling blog

6:45 p.m., Saturday, Dec. 3 -- Group heads to hotel cigar bar. Sonny, Larry, TK, myself, the .COM TV guys initially, joined by PR, Louis Riddick and Terry Ray (Pro Scouts) joined us. I am the big man on campus so I hand out cigars, assuring a comfortable spot as "the man" the rest of the night.

dork

8 p.m., Saturday, Dec. 3 -- Outsider wants to be included more and more. I explain I'm not really with the team. I'm just a fan they can't stop making hang out with them. He called me, "The taterskins booster club" the rest of the night. Not too far off that . He kept asking me if it was ok if, "Could I talk to your friend there?" My friend, of course, one Sonny J.

everyone envies you. you are so cool. you know sonny. oh my god. i bow down to your shrine.

The other not so cute, but more engaging and larger breasts. The, "Guys must hit on you all the time," question comes out quick to both. I jump in with my best line of all time back when I was a kid. At a bar I approached a student there and asked, "What's your sign?" I was drunk and had intended to branch off from this standard approach, but, one of my buddies dared me to ask it, as he probably KNEW she didn't like it. Anyway, she looked at me and said, "Before I tell you, tell me what yours is." I said, "Pisces." She said, "That's why you smell so bad." She was pretty quick on her feet. I was a hair more quick, adding, "Yeah, but, I taste great." This made the larger-chested bartender smile and discuss the sensual nature of the Pisces. Something about being the best lovers.

I just threw up.

Head back to the Ritz with the .Com TV guys with the wishful wave of the bartender and comment, "Bye Art. Sensual Pisces." Her dreams will be filled with the Art tonight.....Have breakfast. Behind me are some high-level taterskin execs talking about THIS site. One is lamenting the fact we don't let them use pop-ups. I just laughed to myself.

everyone wants a piece of art and extremeskins. they are so cool.

Only Brunell and Ramsey are on the field. Hall is over there too. The field is this weird soft artifical shag. It feels slippery. The stadium just feels wrong being inside like this. We run into Larry and the .COM TV guys where we try to count up how much we drank the night before. We stop counting as it is too hard.

stop bragging about getting smashed the night before, tool. nobody cares.

Gibbs presser -- Gibbs finishes his press conference which was a long one because we won . As he's walking out I thank him and congratulate him on the win. He does a double take, then again, not really remembering ME individually so much as I represent a fan site, he reached out to me to grab my hand and thanked me for everything WE do. "You guys really mean a lot. Thank you." The coaching staff really knows who we are here better than the players. It was nice to see.

clean up on aisle 4, art just blew a load