i used to collect baseball cards as a kid, and all my friends collected a combination of Fleer cards and Topps cards, but i was such an obsesive-compulsive child that i would spend hours dividing them into fleer stacks and topps stacks and then would organize those stacks by team in alphabetical order and by player number.


you should see my cd collection. it is meticulously organized

I leave this one to my brother. I was never much into professional sports. I love playing however.

TRON said:

the sad thing was, really, neither was i. i had a very casual interest in the sport, but all my friends collected the cards, and i was just in love with collecting and meticulously organizing things.

but i do have fond memories of tiger stadium

cborgman said:

Me too. I went as a Tigers fan for Halloween in '84.

TRON said:

awww! cute!


i have a dirty story about tiger stadium, but i am not sure i should tell it.

so i am off to bed. good night nate, and everyone else!

cborgman said:

Tease! Nite Chris.

Fleer basketball cards rule!

gooeythehamster said:

Fleer is a brand name of sports trading cards.

SO american!

cborgman said:

i remember those...i used to steal them from target eheh

gooeythehamster said:

Don't roll your eyes. You're gonna get lumped together with that Freaker dude as an American hater.

You wouldn't want that.

TRON said:

I am no lover of certain American aspects, true. But if anyone wanna classify me, go ahead. I know better.

LoL
Frowning at baseball cards equals Hating America? LoL

gooeythehamster said:

No, but rolling your eyes and saying 'So American' does sound a bit patronizing.

There was a big fight on here the last couple days where this kid named Freaker was ripping on Americans.

Your post had a similar tone. I was just giving you a fair warning. So watch what you say you Flying Dutchman.

gooeythehamster said:

What aspects of America do you dislike?

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[This message was edited Wed Oct 22 3:34:09 PDT 2003 by Christopher]

TRON said:

okay...

when i was 13 and was living in a foster home, there was this really really nice family named the Zimmermans whose son Josh was my best friend. they really took a liking to me, and used to invite me over all the time to get me out of that horrid foster home, and i really think had i stayed in that town, they probably would have become foster parents themselves just to get me away from the home i was in.

they used to take josh and i to basketball games and baseball games from time to time, which i always loved. there was one time we went to a tigers game, and i had to pee.so i trotted myself down to the bathroom, which was PACKED. there was a wall of urinals, and they were all full, so i waited my turn, and stepped up. the guy to my left finished and left while i was peeing and was replaced by a college age hootie who was drunk as shit.

he started peeing with added drunken noises like "OH YEAH!" and "DAMN!", while holding his beer cup in his other hand. then the drunk bastard starting walking backwards while peeing, and started peeing for distance, which really started attracting attention to him even more then his loud exasperations were.

he was standing about 2 and a half feet from the urinal peeing upwards so the arch hit the urinal. all the other guys were looking and laughing and almost applauding so i did too. the guy was so hot and had a big dick. my very pubescent self was so blinded by his yummyness that i wasn't paying attention, and turned and accidently started peeing on the side of his urinal.

he said "DON'T CROSS THE STREAMS!!" and everyone laughed.

i finsihed quickly and went back to my seat.