The running compliment thread

I'd like to salute buckweaver for responding to my posts from my early, early rookie days.

First time I see you, your first beer's on me.

 

To Flasher, for being a great opponent in Scrabble.

 

Well, she was unable to use her main advantage over male opponents, as her breasts do nothing for you.

 

To joe for being both cool and a bigger Wilco fan than me.
The double-dip, two-day trip was an accomplishment.
To Whitlock, no seriously, because of him I checked out the Wire and haven't regretted it since and to Double Down for all he does.
All the nerds who checked in all-purpose running geek thread and all the ones who post anything that makes me think, which is actually most of the people who post on the board regularly.
So that means if you're reading this, thanks.

j

 

I'm keeping this general, only because I wouldn't want to leave somebody out and hurt their feelings.

I truly appreciate that there's a place where I can go and shake my fist on a regular basis, and occasionally even get agreed with.

I honestly treasure being able to get silly with you people.

I think the fact that I truly do care about what happens with a lot of you is a good indication of how much this place comes to mean to you ... even when you don't set out with that intention.

Thanks to IJAG and sportschick for offering to have my love child.




And ... oh, hell ... BYH, just because you make me feel like a sexual warrior.

 

Like Shotty, there are far too many too name and I want to do everyone justice. So...

To my various and sundry friends on--and off--the board.

Thank you for everything. I am a better person for knowing you.

HB

 

To Flash and sportschick and Frank Ridgeway in particular, but to others I know I missed:
Thanks for your insightful posts. Thanks for your passion (and your compassion) and your brains and smarts about this business, and the people in it.

 

This thread transports me to another place. Another time.

I see a bandana-adorned old man with a steel guitar in the corner. A worn man who has seen his share of late nights and seedy bars.

He begins to play softly, and I cannot help but begin to sing.

To all the trolls we've burned before
Who shuffled in and out our door
I'm glad they're proven wrong
I dedicate this song
To all the trolls we've burned before

To all the trolls we shouted down
And made them feel like they were clowns
I've cherished every rip
We made them bite their lip
To all the trolls we shouted down

If Simon cannot make them cry ...
well, hell, we'll just let Petty try
They can't mess with our style
And just don't get Boom riled ...
To all the trolls we've burned beforrrrrrre!

 

To Idaho, for making me feel my weird schtick would be OK here.

To 21...for brains and a different approach.

To buckweav, for feeding my baseball jones.

To Fenian, for playing along with me on Old Fred.

And to sportschick, for not getting sideways with this old fart--thanks for your sense of humor.

 

and thanks for shaking your fist every now and again. you are a pretty damned good voice of reason most of the time.

 

And ... she's back.

 

GB - shit man. stevie won't be back until march with me. i've already promised an all-JLH february.