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French N1 Standings
1 Bois-Guillaume (W)14 (L) 2 (%) 875
2 Montigny (W)11(L)5 (%)688
3 Savigny2 (W)8 (L)7 (%)533
4 Cherbourg (W)7 (L)7 (%)438
Dunkerque (W)7 (L)7 (%)438
Les Andelys (W)6 (L)8 (%)438
7 Gif (W)5 (L)8 (%)400
8 Cergy (W)1 (L)13 (%)188
2 Montigny (W)11(L)5 (%)688
3 Savigny2 (W)8 (L)7 (%)533
4 Cherbourg (W)7 (L)7 (%)438
Dunkerque (W)7 (L)7 (%)438
Les Andelys (W)6 (L)8 (%)438
7 Gif (W)5 (L)8 (%)400
8 Cergy (W)1 (L)13 (%)188
20 comments:
Finally, the prodigal son has returned. Let's kill the fatted calf and celebrate.
Love, Dad.
Did you ever get my card?! Glad to know you're still alive :)
Tu est desole, je suis pissed! Finally we hear from you. All I have to say is,"wait till you have kids of your own."
Happy to hear you are well and hope to hear your voice soon. Love and take care. Mom
Glad to hear you are still alive!! I was really starting to worry. Can't wait for the videos and to hear all about the new pad!!
Karly
Quite frankly I don't see what the big deal is about - we have waited over a week to hear about the adventures of a loved one and we get shit on once again. "Oh sorry, been having fun, post when I can...." FU - .....Love Al
i dont think you understand that we all well at least i do check to see if his lordship has written anything....and that was the longest wait of my life.
love ya,
emily
well 1/3 of us thought you were dead/coma, 1/3 thought you had met the long arm of the french law, 1/6thought you were just being a dick and not calling, and 1/6 of us thought you had met the business end of a father of a 17 year old. Surprise, surprise. . .your a dick.
Jim Gaffigan was great--his new stuff is above par.
I will be waiting to hear about all the shit you are doing. Hurry up and get back to us.
P.S. 1/67 of us thought that you had run away with your Middle School spanish student teacher.
Damn Toner (Alex quote),
You are getting reamed by the family but even though your a "dick head" i bet they still love ya..Miss you man..keep us updated ..Oh yeah, Ian ..going to see Gafigan in Sept. in Kansas City with my family..Ill eat a hot pocket for ya!
Grant
This is horseshit. Total horseshit. Mom should have thrown you from the window.
Cow Manure, Cow Manure, Cow Manure!!!!!! F'n post already Tony. This is getting regoddamndiculous!!! Karly :-)
OK everyone not named Tony - as an act of protest for no new entries for quite some time - We may be able to embarass him into blogging - his local buddies and players read this stuff - so if everyone will write a true embarrassing story about Tony - we may be able to put pressure on the SOB - any takers? Al
make something up if you have to.
ive got somthing really good. dont make me use it anthony.
Getting internet hopefully soon. Everything in France is a fucking ordeal. I will be back as soon as I have the means. Lay off.
-Tony
No need to be mean Tony!!!! We just worry about you, you little shit!! For some of us this damn blog of yours is the only way we have to keep in touch with you. so YOU LAY OFF!!! ;-)
Love ya, Karly
Obviously Tony is in a little rut right now - How do I know this you ask? His mommy (and mine) called me this morning and gave me an update on all things Tony - so instead of bringing Tony further down with various stories of Tonyfoolery, I will start with a good story about Tony - this is an attempt to reverse the bad karma he is experiencing now - if you can say living in France playing baseball (permanent vacation) is bad karma -
1989 - YMCA soccer fields across the street from Disney Elementary. 1st Kindergarten soccer game (1st team game ever in the history of Tony). All I remember is yelling at Tony, "Hey Toner - you are going that way!" while pointing at the opposing goal post. He just shook his head yes and waited. He was a forward and had won the coin flip. He knew not to kick the ball first, but to have the other forward kick it to him so that he could run with it. So the whistle blows, the other forward kicks it to Tony. Now remember - these kids are 5, it's 8 in the morning, and everyone is clueless. - So as soon as Tony gets the ball he starts moving through people. First the opposing forwards, then middle positions, blows by the two last kids by the goal and when the goalie comes out - Tony doesn't panic - he kicks a hard ball in the opposite corner of the goal. This takes about 7 seconds. The noise from the other kids, parents, coaches - - even the traffic on the street goes silent. Tony turns around (all alone - none of his team knew what to do either) and gives that silly grin, a little fist pump and runs back to the middle of the field. So began Tony's athletic career. Not too bad. Love you Tony and hopefully this is the start of good karma coming your way - and if she does - you should probably still wear protection - you never know these days. AL
You know, the hell of it is, I remember that game. Of course, Lisa and I were proud, but there was no one more proud that day than two older brothers. Still shows.
By the way Alex, Tony's no dummy, he knows to wear shin protection whilst playing soccer.
Love, Dad.
Hey Tony - Ian must not have any good heart warming stories about you - either that or he is too busy freeing the pedophiles back onto the streets - AND I don't think Ian was watching Tony's first soccer game - he was too busy playing dungeons and dragons with his 20 sided dice. -
alright asshole.
As these warm summer nights roll in, and the corn silk begins to turn, I reminisce about a time when my family, after the hot july sun would set, would go to Medor park and play some tennis.
Now it wouldn't happen every night, but I remember loading up into the brown van (stepping over abuela) and heading into the night. The small fights would begin early, usually over which racket would be used (who would be stuck with the old wood one, who got the red one, which lucky person got the new ones that we purchased from service merchandise). But these fight usually were settled by some barganing and promises (that would tend to be broken by older brothers).
What I remember about Tony on these nights is, yes his competitive nature, but more importantly, his horrible temper. This kid was like 6 and for some reason could not believe that he was losing to Me or alex. What was the best was that because Alex and I are twisted, Tony's cries and fits would only be greeted with laughter and more taunting (usually something about tony needing to take off his skirt and play).
Why you may ask do I think this story important. Well mostly because I still can see that scrunced up tan little face, will big tears in his eyes, hitting the racket into the cement . . . and it still makes me laugh.
But I also believe that tony was forged by nights like these, and because he was torn down, night after night be it HORSE, badminton, tennis, put-put, he has become a much stronger man.--so there, there is a little story about the little shit we all have been following all summer.
P.S.--So when mom forced alex or me to let tony win, the best was seeing his smile at winning--but was even better was when mom left, telling him we let him win.
I'm a girl who danced her whole life and pretty much stayed off of any athletic field, court, diamond... You get the idea. As we all know Tony loves sports, one might say sports run threw his veins. And I will give it to him; he could kick my butt in almost any sport. However a little game of Put-Put a few summers ago got his blood a boiling and turned into the 5th round of the US Open but this time the beloved golden child didn't win.
It all started when Grant and Tony came to Springfield from Nevada for the weekend to visit Sammie and I. They wanted to take us girls on a double date and thought Put-Put would be a great thing to do. Of course Tony thinks we need to make this a competition and spilt up into teams and see which couple does better. I hadn't disclosed that Put-Put is the ONLY "sport" I excel at -- instead of your family games of tennis, my dad and I spent countless years playing Put-Put, as an avid golfer he always said if you can't put when you get to the green it doesn't matter how good your drive was --- needless to say I am a damn good putter, but like most golfers sometime the touch is there and sometimes it isn't. I had learned to keep my mouth shut around Grant and Tony when it came to things I do good, for some reason they always made me do it bad.
Any who... I didn't say anything about my skills just grabbed a putter and headed for the first hole. Grant and I pull away with an early lead, taking mostly two shots, while Sammie was having fun trying to make her ball hit every wall possible. Tony of course was getting frustrated at himself for not doing better than us, and at Sammie for not taking this game seriously. At this point I figured I’d throw some gasoline on the fire and in the last 9 holes I made 4 hole-in-one’s Tony was really pissed. It didn't help that Grant was laughing nonstop at him; I think it was bigger victory for Grant that I won than it was for me. Needless to say Tony was pissed. He wouldn't let us keep the score card instead said he was going to hold on it. I'm pretty sure he tore it up into little pieces. As we left the Put-Put place Sammie and I suggested we go get some Andy's, Tony just grunted and said whatever. I think he was in a bad mood for the rest of weekend.
Tony never likes losing, I'm glad for his teams sake that they are having a good season, but I think this one dug a little deep. Every time after that that someone mentioned we go play Put-Put, Tony balled up and refused to even discuss it!!!
I say we have a rematch when you get back ;-) --- Karly
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