Alright, so why did the last post post itself twice?
I guess I'll never know the answer to that question, especially since I deleted the second copy of the post and it's still there. What a crazy little kid, you know? I guess it will just be there until the end of time, which is all in all pretty stupid. I'm not gonna complain, because there isn't much I can do about it and I don't care that deeply.
So I don't know where all that was actually going, but first I wanted to talk about tonight's Major Banquet. Now, being the Voice of Colonie Little League and all, I figured I would get some kind of recognition for a job well done, but no, everyone overlooked me in favor of the blasted "auxiliary" that actually does little more than whine about how badly they have it and how much the men mistreat them and blah blah blah...you know, like regular women, except these are worse than regular women and it's a bunch of them grouped together. Little League, as they say, is all politics, and believe you me, it doesn't end on the playing field. The corruption permeates into the deepest, innermost levels of the concession stand, where the women thrive and cause trouble and such. I don't really need to talk about that because it's just a pain in the neck. The dinner itself was enjoyable, and I had a killer time sitting with the adults until I realized that I didn't belong there at all and went over to sit with Ned's team. This all happened because they were brewing some sort of suicide concoctions and betting each other money that they wouldn't drink them. Well, as it happened, an invader from another team (JT Garry was the team, and it was none other than Zach Longo doing the invading) showed up to check out the suicide scene. At this point I stepped in and boldly sipped from both of the VFW drinks, which earned me a minor degree of respect among the younguns and a challenge to dabble in JT Garry's monstrosity. So I headed over to their table and discovered a real beast of a drink, this dark liquid with something ugle protruding out of the top of it. I was unfazed. I reached down, picked up the cup (the side of which was running with some unidentifiable gunk), and took a small sip. What did I get, you ask? Well, it was something like a chunky, warm coke taste, although it was deeply penetrated by the awesome sensation of chicken and shredded parmesan cheese. It was a most foul taste, the likes of which I have never encountered before. Really rather innovative, I must say, this chicken soda. I gasped a small gasp, swallowed, and realized I had accomplished a feat not many my age, or any age for that matter, had or would ever accomplish. That's right, I drank the weirdest thing ever. It's a taste I won't soon forget, believe me.
Which reminds me that this particular banquet was held at the prestigious Italian American Community Center on Washington Ave, the same IACC (for short) that hosted our very own Senior Prom (I'm not sure that deserves capitalization, but I guess it looks cooler that way anyway), which wasn't all that great because, quite frankly, the room was too small. Yeah, I have to say that the Marriott was clearly the best place I ever went to for a formal dance, and I spent two of my six career formal dances there. Formal dances, whilst I am on that note, are rather overrated as a whole (it's a pointless ritual, to be painfully honest), but I'm still glad to have had the experience.
I have in my possession the one and only Manny Bickley, the honorary Colonie Little League Tac Pin. I think "tack" is actually spelled with a "k," but Manny's name does not include one. Tac is so much cooler like that. Yeah, he's just chilling out in my glasses case, where I put many a relic from my various experiences. That's just about the end of that pointless little excursion into my recent past.
One of these days...these boots are gonna walk all over you. Tee hee.
So now it's midnight, and what do I feel like doing? Certainly not sleeping, no. I'd much rather listen to Billy rant on and on into the wee pre-dawn hours, or maybe live my life vicariously through a Sim. Yeah, the Sims are really chill people. I haven't had much time to spend with them lately, and since I just put that game on my laptop last night and didn't even play it, I guess I should get right on that. Video games are my life, yo. Man, are they ever diesel.
The End
So I don't know where all that was actually going, but first I wanted to talk about tonight's Major Banquet. Now, being the Voice of Colonie Little League and all, I figured I would get some kind of recognition for a job well done, but no, everyone overlooked me in favor of the blasted "auxiliary" that actually does little more than whine about how badly they have it and how much the men mistreat them and blah blah blah...you know, like regular women, except these are worse than regular women and it's a bunch of them grouped together. Little League, as they say, is all politics, and believe you me, it doesn't end on the playing field. The corruption permeates into the deepest, innermost levels of the concession stand, where the women thrive and cause trouble and such. I don't really need to talk about that because it's just a pain in the neck. The dinner itself was enjoyable, and I had a killer time sitting with the adults until I realized that I didn't belong there at all and went over to sit with Ned's team. This all happened because they were brewing some sort of suicide concoctions and betting each other money that they wouldn't drink them. Well, as it happened, an invader from another team (JT Garry was the team, and it was none other than Zach Longo doing the invading) showed up to check out the suicide scene. At this point I stepped in and boldly sipped from both of the VFW drinks, which earned me a minor degree of respect among the younguns and a challenge to dabble in JT Garry's monstrosity. So I headed over to their table and discovered a real beast of a drink, this dark liquid with something ugle protruding out of the top of it. I was unfazed. I reached down, picked up the cup (the side of which was running with some unidentifiable gunk), and took a small sip. What did I get, you ask? Well, it was something like a chunky, warm coke taste, although it was deeply penetrated by the awesome sensation of chicken and shredded parmesan cheese. It was a most foul taste, the likes of which I have never encountered before. Really rather innovative, I must say, this chicken soda. I gasped a small gasp, swallowed, and realized I had accomplished a feat not many my age, or any age for that matter, had or would ever accomplish. That's right, I drank the weirdest thing ever. It's a taste I won't soon forget, believe me.
Which reminds me that this particular banquet was held at the prestigious Italian American Community Center on Washington Ave, the same IACC (for short) that hosted our very own Senior Prom (I'm not sure that deserves capitalization, but I guess it looks cooler that way anyway), which wasn't all that great because, quite frankly, the room was too small. Yeah, I have to say that the Marriott was clearly the best place I ever went to for a formal dance, and I spent two of my six career formal dances there. Formal dances, whilst I am on that note, are rather overrated as a whole (it's a pointless ritual, to be painfully honest), but I'm still glad to have had the experience.
I have in my possession the one and only Manny Bickley, the honorary Colonie Little League Tac Pin. I think "tack" is actually spelled with a "k," but Manny's name does not include one. Tac is so much cooler like that. Yeah, he's just chilling out in my glasses case, where I put many a relic from my various experiences. That's just about the end of that pointless little excursion into my recent past.
One of these days...these boots are gonna walk all over you. Tee hee.
So now it's midnight, and what do I feel like doing? Certainly not sleeping, no. I'd much rather listen to Billy rant on and on into the wee pre-dawn hours, or maybe live my life vicariously through a Sim. Yeah, the Sims are really chill people. I haven't had much time to spend with them lately, and since I just put that game on my laptop last night and didn't even play it, I guess I should get right on that. Video games are my life, yo. Man, are they ever diesel.
The End
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