WOW.........

I have to take a second just to throw some words together at my utter amazement at what I am seeing. While watching the home run derby, of course I am cheering for the hometown boy of Josh Hamilton. As the derby starts, we watch 7 of the best hitters in the game today throw together rounds of 3, 7, 8 max. I expect Josh to put together a good round. Maybe make it to the second round and put up a fight. His 71 year old pitching throws them right down the chute. 1
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He just hit the back wall of the stadium.....seriously. Yankee stadium erupts with cheers as they see something that has never been seen or at least documented.
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Good, he's going to the second round. Yankee stadium erupts with cheers of "HAM-IL-TON; HAM-IL-TON"
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One away from the record with two outs left.
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There is the record. Can you believe it? The story of a first round pick that blew his $4 million signing bonus of drugs and booze has Yankee staium on their feet as he sets the mark of all time.
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He's not stoping.
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Milton Bradley comes out take his picture with the new record holder.
Out number 9. Playfully Yankee stadium boos at the first out they have seen in a while.
They bring out the gold ball.
Out number 10 on an opposite field fly ball.
The Texas Ranger song for homeruns plays as both the American and National come in to congratulate Josh and his batting practice pitcher. Mind you he is 71 and just threw down 54 pitches and still has 2 rounds left. Erin Andrews asks how the arm is where he says "It's wore out. We don't have to go again do we?"

No matter what the hell happens for the rest of the Derby. Congrats Josh. You earned it.

I've Come Back.....Giggle

Thanks for sticking around......hello?.......are you there?......aw piss on you all anyways. It's been 526 days since my last post on here and boy alot has happened. First let me give you a little reason as to why we are where we are.
Down and Distant was a great success. We were nominated for a few Bloggie Awards and had some genius content on there from all of our contributers. We mad a shit-ton of money and had so much blow and STDs that we don't know what to do with ourselves. Ok. We did have alot of greatness on there, but not to the extent that we had planned so we are taking a little break to "rethink our corporate strategies". This of course means writing better crap more often and not just drunk dialing each other talking about how great this idea is that we have and then forgetting it when the sobering light of the sun glistens our puffy, alcohol ridden face. Stay tuned to D&D for more greatness to come. It will come right in your face!
So if you can't tell I haven't changed. Things are good with the Duke of Pooningham and that's about all the mushy shit I want to get into. You want to know about me, text me or give me a call. You know who you are you Rockwall dick knockers.

Well I wanted to make sure to touch base with all of me that reads this and let me know that I am writing again to me on a more regular basis. I do have one thing I want to share.

Well I have officially given up on humanity. Turns out that the artist formerly known as God is not Adrian Peterson. It is not a white bearded super genius that created the universe by rubbing two toothpicks together. It is not Alanis Morissette. It is a fat black man. God help us......er I mean someone help us. Now that you think of it, I guess it kinda makes sense. Taking advantage of some virgin white chick. Not liking the golden idol. You know its Plat all the way beeotch. Hanging out with some dude nicknamed Moses. Hell, I'm pretty sure that Moses is the greeter at my local Wal-Mart. His nametag says so. F-me. At least I can sit down and watch Tim Russert to help me regain my faith in humanity.

He what.....


Well son of a........