tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74851124438078289372024-03-04T20:13:43.840-08:00High and Outsideadam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-26927498650467639622012-04-17T23:10:00.000-07:002012-04-17T23:10:56.008-07:00The car wreck of American history. Opening Daze. Where the shit are my keys?Somebody named George Kottaras just fucked up my night.<br />
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Well, I've fallen back to earth and the screen appears before me. Ink on the page, blood on the street and stupid shit happening all the time. I've been lazy, busy, tired, depressed, all kinds of sad, factual excuses not to write at all, blogwise or otherwise or even pay attention at all to anything. I haven't fully lobotomized myself with the goings on around me just yet. But, as I've said before, this could be my year!<br />
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Maybe I didn't want to jinx the Dodgers fast, beautiful start to the season or maybe I didn't want to write a word or scream shit in any direction until Vin returned from his unfortunate cold that kept us in the godless grips of the Steiner/Lyons Bullshit Connection. Which would be tight if they were a 70s style radio friendly folk duo a la Seals and Crofts but that isn't the case. Vin came back, called a beautiful game and then the Dodgers had to go to Milwaukee without Vin travelling, understandably, and play a good game. It was a good game except that they fucking blew it. But it knocked something loose. At least for now.<br />
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I had no interest in writing about them at all, even the shit talking, which is usually the easiest part to do but now I realized that maybe I gain some kind of strength through the masochism that is the 162 game season. Every year seems more surreal and a bit more insipid but I end up feeling electric shocks of joy or else I'm gang banged by sadness, more of the latter, every year of my life. That's what baseball is about I guess and this recent and more or less first fuck up of the season has solidified why I follow these assholes in the first place. Either I hate myself, have an innate, inexplicable and stupid sense of historic and geographical pride or I really do love the physical and mental art that the game of baseball truly is. I think it's a strange combination, all of the above.<br />
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This dirty game has always been full of traitors, cheaters, racists and idiots. But baseball, in its raw form (not pure form, that's Ken Burns American pastime catch with my dad bullshit, baseball is not pure or clean or anything,) finds a way to excavate something beautiful out of it. The spine of the world, the people who play the game or work the lights or yell shit from the stands or crowded around a TV, will always outweigh the bloodless cunts who own the shit, rape the soul, herd the cattle, horde the money and attempt to write the history when its not theirs to write. <br />
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Shards of beauty in a real fucked up mess. Roberto Clemente, cold beer in the parking lot, the Houston Astros and their uniforms in 1981, Dodger Stadium on a warm day. These are the pieces of glass we have to pick out of our skulls after we've gone through the windshield, again and again. This is how the beginning of a season makes me feel. Fuck New Year's Day. I always forget why I can't get my shit together, even slightly, until it nears summer. <br />
And by, October, and often a month or two before, I don't give a shit at all. I'll curse these words I'm writing today and hate myself again. <br />
Tonight we lose hard. The past is a corpse and tomorrow is blind as fuck. I'll get blunted in the backyard and try to think about something else. And then it'll all happen again. Until the world ends, one way or another.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-9919693723244889372012-04-11T13:18:00.002-07:002012-04-17T20:45:18.930-07:00It's time for Dodger Baseball!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfC5ic5QFoRxGgblI1QLbTfWWKezb2SAvk3J6ieq-67-jXMUsPt1ClDazUMr1oC-8r6edIxiVqhQvlro8BGQwYfMsRpXe_E8y3mffTRS5V05VwnMkeRkbIKviS4cruD2UxbEnvpq-jMk/s1600/dix3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="197" width="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfC5ic5QFoRxGgblI1QLbTfWWKezb2SAvk3J6ieq-67-jXMUsPt1ClDazUMr1oC-8r6edIxiVqhQvlro8BGQwYfMsRpXe_E8y3mffTRS5V05VwnMkeRkbIKviS4cruD2UxbEnvpq-jMk/s320/dix3.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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These days are dwindling now. I still find myself enveloped in a shit job, shit wage, shit time, not complaining, just laying it down on the concrete, my wares for sale, fuck you america, it's time for Dodger baseball. What is dwindling are the moments, the minutes, counting down the seconds, that speculation and anticipation will rule all. Don't worry, the ESPN baseball cunts will decide the World Series match up after the first week of play and will be wrong as always without any accountability when the time comes. But at least there will be some games on. We can laugh at the Miami Marlins uniforms and hope their owner Dickface Loria is burned at the stake for taking the taxpayers of Dade County hostage. I'll have to hear the dissonance of surly fanaticism and shithead poetry about the Red Sox all the time but what else is new? The Astros will probably suck but sweep the Dodgers at some point.<br />
The Dodgers will suck again but at least Magic Johnson kind of owns the team now. I never thought it would be possible for me to be happy about the billion dollar acquisition by an owner,2 billion actually, high fiving Capitalism and 69ing Satan with commercial transactions for another season. But everyone loves Magic and everyone hates Frank McCourt. If only the ability to enjoy a baseball game was affordable, God Bless America would be banned from Dodger Stadium and Frank McCourt was bludgeoned to death in a parking lot, then I'd be a lot happier about this change in ownership. Oh well. Magic Johnson has been my favorite athlete since I was in the comfortable confines of the womb, getting smoked out to the sounds of Kool and the Gang. No bullshit.<br />
So here we are once again and I haven't given up on living. Time will tell. The future is always dim and we always show up anyhow. Half drunk, that's fifty percent and god damn ready to increase that percentage. Vin Scully's voice is still the most beautiful sound and I still hate the fucking cops. 2012 motherfuckers. Play ball. Or smoke dope and then think about playing ball. Sun and smog and something worth living for until it bums you all out once again.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-91051503153845350092011-12-13T22:31:00.000-08:002011-12-13T22:34:43.075-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitlEnVOjXWpu6-iEEiieQzSZiIoA4Zb0KYV3_jEhq4TeGJ8k7Y9RYNZR_lM9h9Li8DAElM0ouggJ17a1ZYIPOuAElFBqUrEBOiFJtbHFnvlVp1vhv3Pd31wk0_1LwTxEgYHn6kUxF66U/s1600/pujols.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="249" width="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitlEnVOjXWpu6-iEEiieQzSZiIoA4Zb0KYV3_jEhq4TeGJ8k7Y9RYNZR_lM9h9Li8DAElM0ouggJ17a1ZYIPOuAElFBqUrEBOiFJtbHFnvlVp1vhv3Pd31wk0_1LwTxEgYHn6kUxF66U/s320/pujols.jpeg" /></a></div><br />
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"...and when the tips of their flaccid dicks touched, Glenn Beck turned to the crowd and rejoiced, America hath been restored!" (Associated Press)adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-52124956601616190402011-12-13T22:20:00.000-08:002011-12-13T22:32:48.152-08:00A Season of Promise.This bullshit winter, despite Cali weather, has extracted any ability for me to articulate or really give a fuck about grammar or punctuation or anything really. This isn't that different from anything else on this blog but my energy to give a shit wanes more each day. Not that I actually thought the Dodgers would acquire a "marquee player" or whatever, and if they did, said player would blow out both knees before or during spring training and would be paid despite their absence for the next decade or so, but I thought after a somewhat exciting and positive final month of the season, in the way cancer remissions are exciting and promising, some cool shit would go down. Of course McCourt is gone but another gutless, greedy cunt capitalist or a group of them will own the Dodgers, in the way we're all owned and fucked forever. Remember, Frank McCourt is still alive. Reputation tarnished, money in the bank. Also, remember he has an address. They all do. Time to bust out the tar and feathers. Or Uzis and AKs. <br />
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Here's a run down of beautiful facts, headlines, quotes, a maelstrom of stupid shit that signifies the state of the Los Angeles Dodgers of Los Angeles, the actual city of Los Angeles on the eve of another apocalypse, perhaps the real apocalypse. The last season ever will include A.J. Ellis!<br />
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"...20 million off the pay roll, Fox, Loney arrested after car crash, Big Names Not on Dodgers Agenda, Jerry Hairston and Aaron Harang, A Platoon in Left Field, budget constraints make Dodgers get creative(my favorite by the way, redefining creativity to mean shitty) A Platoon at Second, A Platoon at Third, Jerry Hairston and Aaron Harang..." <br />
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Fuck it, I think I'll stop there. I think while the Angels were spending the GDP of most African countries combined on two coveted assholes, Tommy Lasorda and Andre Ethier were handing out hams to children or something. I didn't read up on it. I actually think in the grand scheme the latter is a better deal. No sarcasm. Fuck the Angels. And Orange County. And Glenn Beck and the Crystal Cathedral and Mickey Mouse and rally monkeys and fans who call their players "Figgy" because they're too white to do anything otherwise.<br />
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I know I sound sore and should reserve my hatred for the Giants or better yet, the owners, the bankers, elected officials, white supremacists, Christian fundamentalists, etc. I actually dislike the American League, the Yankees, Red Sox fans and wifepunching starting pitchers much more than the Angels. <br />
But hating the Anaheim Angels of Anaheim blindly and belligerently is good for the world. Like when you make a wish to the stars and send telepathic unicorn vibes outward beyond the infinite cosmos.<br />
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*These dicks, retarded on Coors Light, will be chanting whatever stupid nickname Angels fans give Albert Pujols. For a decade.<br />
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I hate baseball.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-48636999245720157942011-11-19T15:24:00.000-08:002011-11-19T15:32:11.431-08:00666~CLAYTON MOTHERFUCKING KERSHAW~420Clayton Kershaw was the best pitcher in the National League this year. Any old, white East Coast nostalgiacunt who thinks otherwise is a bunk bitch. And a dummy. Roy Halliday didn't win. Fuck you. Kershaw pitched for a team that had a seizure inducing shit year, a shit offense besides Matt Kemp and a shit owner who will hopefully die of syphilis before he can build anymore parking lots. We'll all miss you Frank. And most of all, no run support. Ask Hiroki Kuroda. It ended up being a promising season. For now, I don't even have to think about their bankruptcy or even more depleted offense. "No run at big names," "pay roll less than it was last year" "Kuroda might be leaving." Seems promising.<br />
Party on, Clayton. However your kind parties. Doesn't strike me as a blunt wielding whoremonger. But he's still just a kid. His beard isn't even coming in at full force. Nature will take its course, friend.<br />
Clayton Kershaw has risen the ranks, sky-high above the runner-up to My Favorite Christian Athlete from Texas Award. Normally I hate all of you. Except Clayton Kershaw for now. An impressive season among seasons. That beard will come in just fine. Perhaps one day, 30 wins. And a mustache.<br />
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Frank McCourt still owned the team in August and now he does not. Until the Dodgers are sold to another rich piece of shit who pillages our pockets and souls, this is good news. This lone, lost era of wonder where we resigned Matt Kemp and no one is injured yet. Dee Gordon is the real deal, Clayton Kershaw will win 30 games, A.J. Ellis will hit .244! Until the season can turn to shit, we have a few months to bask in the end of the McCourt era and 2011 as a whole. It was a shit year. In the end, we had two of the best players in the major leagues and the chaos of young, potential futurestars was enough to feel better in September than you did in July. Maybe some great players will want to come to L.A. and get paid 100 million dollars to start 35 games. The weather is really nice.<br />
Oh, well. Smoke ten blunts and listen to UGK. Write Matt Kemp on police cars and bank windows. No reason, just say fuck it. Tear some shit up. <br />
World Series Twenty Twelve!adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-503851928567101892011-08-01T12:58:00.000-07:002011-08-01T12:58:19.617-07:00The Trade Flatline. I mean Deadline, no wait, I do mean Flatline. Because there is no fucking pulse. "p.s. sick arson photo, bro."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0KdH5D2g56ufx_NNDfmsaymNA72LficnnkJnzq3FEPaidDob5b9VKw2hybCURrHvj_pDex4ykbIA_fRkScpV6jhJd3zInvWDYqml3hHQ2D9tbkm3erc7GFpuyW_qYuZqClT9JD7si5Q/s1600/fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0KdH5D2g56ufx_NNDfmsaymNA72LficnnkJnzq3FEPaidDob5b9VKw2hybCURrHvj_pDex4ykbIA_fRkScpV6jhJd3zInvWDYqml3hHQ2D9tbkm3erc7GFpuyW_qYuZqClT9JD7si5Q/s320/fire.jpg" /></a></div>This photograph is about all the articulation I can conjure this week. It sums up how I feel about the insipidly hyped Trade Deadline and the remainder of the season. Somewhere down the line I'll pontificate further. For now, just watch it burn. I think this is a boat house on fire on some place called King Island. I think it's in Australia and Arson is suspected. It's too bad Frank McCourt wasn't inside.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-62761420412838924912011-07-26T20:45:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:00:22.820-07:00High Notez.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisq5ybbglOLnnxZY21_lZb39oWEjvMTl1FRpm5G7hlYcXyLc60TiAh7b8suV8ZS7NoXVK1YEZwAC5CbIHj0S55as6iJSrsvN3tWXF91eA1KNO_S3KVZvl1JWkBnpPwCb0ALIZH25o41BI/s1600/bluetrainstrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisq5ybbglOLnnxZY21_lZb39oWEjvMTl1FRpm5G7hlYcXyLc60TiAh7b8suV8ZS7NoXVK1YEZwAC5CbIHj0S55as6iJSrsvN3tWXF91eA1KNO_S3KVZvl1JWkBnpPwCb0ALIZH25o41BI/s320/bluetrainstrain.jpg" /></a></div>Rafael Furcal has successfully raised his batting average to .189. Congrats on this stellar achievement. This is the kind of shit that wins championships. At least Dee Gordon would get some practice and get ten to fifteen more people to come out to Dodger Stadium.<br />
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But let's not forget the greatest news of all:<br />
Javy Guerra now leads the team in Saves, surpassing Jonathan Broxton with 8! <br />
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Enjoy it boys. Enjoy the mother fuck out of it.<br />
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All I can do to keep from thinking about those luxury suites at Chase Field in Phoenix as those wealthy bags of shitscum sit around and stuff themselves with piles of your money dressed in Ranch and Buffalo sauce while a deliberately manufactured plague of racism and ignorance perpetuates outside, is smoke a mountain of grass dipped in PCP and tears and listen to Z-Ro records. Like many great MCs from Houston still holding it down, he can rap about being sad and lonely and hard as fuck better than anyone. Better than Bon Iver or whatever shit people are listening to. Normally, I'd be partial to some L.A. shit, especially for this blog but this song is more appropriate than ever. The Astros do have the worst record in the league. They suck. And they beat the Dodgers. Chop and screw my mind. Anyhow, fuck the explanation. And this blog. And the All-Star Game. <br />
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<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N9sOcpFsyPg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-7290759625865753802011-07-01T12:46:00.000-07:002011-07-01T15:33:54.178-07:00Sarcasm and murder suicides.It's becoming more annoying when they actually win games. Or <i>a</i> game. That "historic" 15 to 0 blankjob on the Twins really rallied the troops. Two days later, they lose the series on a 1 to 0 reversed shut out. One to fucking zero. Solidifying their rightful place at the bottom of the standings. Well done, motherfuckers. Hear the roar of 15,000 fans sarcastically clapping, rolling their eyes, sighing, sunken, stumbling out to the half empty parking lot. Going home now in a nightmare of traffic and a mindless maze of indecision and fear. <br />
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Trying the radio to strangle your thoughts, welcoming any dissonance that everyday life can provide. But the radio just sells lapbands and then plays, Play That Funky Music Whiteboy for the 300 millionth time. And you've always hated that fucking song. Don't worry though. McDonalds is now open late.<br />
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Onward to a shitty apartment in El Monte, Pomona, Rialto, wherever. It just doesn't get any easier. The TV is on now and rich, Armenian cunts are whining about bikini waxes or something. Pray to some shadowy nonsense that you have a little weed left, a can of Bud Light, a Tylenol PM to crush up and snort, anything. You wish you hadn't sold that handgun to those teenagers last month when shit was rough and rent was due. But maybe there's a high note. A silver lining but you'll take bronze, nickel, whatever. Your one bathroom apartment has a decent sized bathtub to drown your children in. And/or yourself. That's today's good news. Go Dodgers. <br />
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*An additional high note: Jonathan Broxton still leads the team in Saves.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-43351516528877326002011-06-18T11:48:00.000-07:002011-07-01T11:30:59.096-07:00These fucking pieces of shit lost to this fucking piece of shit.Brett Myers is a punk bitch who punched his wife and sucks at pitching. Especially this year playing for the worst team in the league Houston Astros. We'll see who has the worst record in a month or so. Motherfucking shit. This blog is drowning in redundancies and its ability to suck is an honest reflection of this shit situation that won't end. Brett Myers punches women. I was hoping he would get beaten in the parking lot or at least run over, humiliatingly by a Mini Cooper or something, over and over. But until then, he gets a lot of money and held the Dodgers to four hits. Fuck him. And them. <br />
Yo, Dodgers, you all lost to this piece of shit. How does that feel? <br />
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The following evening, they were held scoreless by a winless Jimenez with his earned run average coming in at five. Then, a day off before taking it to the mean and formerly important streets of Cincinnati, beginning a daunting road trip with their shitty line-up, their frustrated starters and the youthful emergency crew of young relievers in tact. These relievers have been touted all week because...they're isn't much else to tout about. (James Loney hit his 2nd home run? McCourt makes payroll?) I hope these kids hang in there, I don't really hate any of them yet. Maybe Rubby De La Rosa can play catcher too. <br />
We'll see if they continue this offensive surge or else lose 2 to 1 the next ten games. Every time they strand runners and pull hamstrings will erase any notion that there was any impulse of positivity in the first place. <br />
But the chaotic wheels of fate could always turn in their favor, however doubtful we are on the outside looking in. A decent road trip, staying afloat in a shit division, anything new, exciting or not resembling the way they've played as a team thus far would be galvanizing as fuck. We'll see on June 12th.<br />
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"A lustful combination of Hashplant and a Kush strain that was pollinated with a male Burmese cannabis strain, Champagne offers patients an exquisitely pleasurable medication. The effect sets in nearly immediately and lasts anywhere between an hour and an hour-and-a-half. Ideal for patients with depression, inflammation and migraines, this 50/50 hybrid is popular in dispensaries all over. Coated with tri-chromes, more experienced cannabis patients often use Champagne to make high-quality hash."<br />
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I obviously give a fuck about baseball today.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-35527039330086200812011-05-20T11:16:00.001-07:002011-05-20T11:17:17.893-07:00Fuck it.<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/28H8T9c5IF0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-77412423027635545392011-05-17T20:50:00.001-07:002011-05-17T20:50:13.752-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyu2HEh3Zi74WuwC-iEGOUfnYss3xX-oOTwvprd438vwG_XU8Q0tURk-_Aty7bmZYmBIQIseFThwsyXjF2kvW-CvKPtywRUzvvB5EfQrbqnfHF25Zn82bnDa3fqHEdL8_6kmlH2L2iVy0/s1600/great_train_wreck1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="227" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyu2HEh3Zi74WuwC-iEGOUfnYss3xX-oOTwvprd438vwG_XU8Q0tURk-_Aty7bmZYmBIQIseFThwsyXjF2kvW-CvKPtywRUzvvB5EfQrbqnfHF25Zn82bnDa3fqHEdL8_6kmlH2L2iVy0/s320/great_train_wreck1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Here's another photo of a train wreck. A real good, old tyme one. Soon to come, weed recipes and music videos. Things that win sometimes.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-73721391504523504232011-05-17T20:48:00.001-07:002011-05-17T20:48:40.190-07:00Ladies and genteman, you're 2011 Los Angeles Dodgers!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGCYtZgB0yNgFk2osJ7Tp2H7mD3XC4628bwLTg9x24cdh-tzN9R6rIJBL24zaG97RFl5_fNyqN8C5QYndcrC3KrCeO_GKuLDDydifNoBTs7G7XnbCJh2DxVMbXxzmnjWiqswr3Y1tLgE/s1600/train-wreck-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="258" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGCYtZgB0yNgFk2osJ7Tp2H7mD3XC4628bwLTg9x24cdh-tzN9R6rIJBL24zaG97RFl5_fNyqN8C5QYndcrC3KrCeO_GKuLDDydifNoBTs7G7XnbCJh2DxVMbXxzmnjWiqswr3Y1tLgE/s320/train-wreck-02.jpg" /></a></div>adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-70734650730812217282011-05-17T20:44:00.000-07:002011-05-17T20:44:49.783-07:00Baseball was better when everyone was on steroids.Nobody reads this shit. So maybe its safe now to take this blog in a different direction. I've said it before. This team can really lead to redundancy. Their bullshit is seeping into my life which is strange because I've had to care far less than any other season in the past, to avoid jumping out the goddamn window, but inevitably their piss poor play persists and then permeates my life. The other day a friend needed help moving some couches and said she'd buy me lunch even. So she lifted one end and looked at me standing there like an asshole shrugging. What's the point? I metaphorically popped up a first pitch change up with the bases loaded. These motherfuckers have got to go.<br />
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I would like to think that the Albuquerque Isotopes would score more than two runs in three days against shitty teams but then again, most of their line up is starting so maybe the Chattanooga Lookouts. <br />
If I gave a fuck, I'd look up the statistics and back my rant up. <br />
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Anyhow, this blog might slowly become some kind of blog about different weed I smoke, mixtapes, tight breakfasts I make. Maybe just photos of my pit bull wearing different pairs of sunglasses, whatever it takes.<br />
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Following each game and writing about them still not getting it together just sounds like weaksauce in a shit sandwich. I get suckered in still but holy fucking shit, I had to watch them give up one hit and one run off an error against the Arizona Assholes and it really bummed my mom out. What a waste of time and money. Kemp and Ethier will be on another team soon and Frank McCourt can still insist we're doing just fine. Let's hope he's raped and mauled by Chihuahuas sooner than later.<br />
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Somebody get these motherfuckers some steroids.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-11568886581616724062011-05-04T14:32:00.000-07:002011-05-04T14:37:09.305-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAkC2pkMx4lYL2gkbXnNNQA6_fBD4ClM2JSXY5jx71zJRgNkLQOH-9s85DvR624XgnN7SYh0CsOnDYQREiyE6wNZEBhHhEi9fKj3g5DlcDstZhXebJLBedrQA2_i7aA_PnuxS8yVM9t4/s1600/louseal.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAkC2pkMx4lYL2gkbXnNNQA6_fBD4ClM2JSXY5jx71zJRgNkLQOH-9s85DvR624XgnN7SYh0CsOnDYQREiyE6wNZEBhHhEi9fKj3g5DlcDstZhXebJLBedrQA2_i7aA_PnuxS8yVM9t4/s320/louseal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602978176903993122" /></a><br />To celebrate finally doing really hi-tech shit like putting up photos and videos and hopefully more in the future, here's something I found on the internet. All you have to do is google search "yuppie SF Giants" and this pops up. <br /><br />It's funny. You can chant World Series all you want. Your colors still fittingly represent sunburn and wine diarrhea.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-34541527246801944072011-05-04T13:59:00.000-07:002011-05-04T17:21:06.348-07:00Brox on the rox<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymxpdLbnXIT1DsDGShSojegmRgHl9SqkX4-hSFBvmNiXClM2J0rwC27EAos5DTQPbM2d9Uicp19_xKSQ6CHz9M6VmzGIhrD5Mt_kL8Gx5OOxOTPJ88mVo3Z5LSGCuO_PMhU-7X1c8hDY/s1600/testarossa2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymxpdLbnXIT1DsDGShSojegmRgHl9SqkX4-hSFBvmNiXClM2J0rwC27EAos5DTQPbM2d9Uicp19_xKSQ6CHz9M6VmzGIhrD5Mt_kL8Gx5OOxOTPJ88mVo3Z5LSGCuO_PMhU-7X1c8hDY/s320/testarossa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602969318362205202" /></a><br />
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I wanted to add a photo of Jonathan Broxton but I think this says it all. Except I guess Brox Ton is more of a Mack truck so maybe this just symbolizes the last couple seasons as a Dodger fan that Broxton has been a part of. The good (100 mph fastballs, strikeouts all the time, seemingly eons ago,) the bad ("Playoff Meltdown" and the memorable sequel, "Playoff Meltdown 2: Can you fucking believe this!?!") and the ugly(Cataclysmic Yankee meltdown of 2010, sinking, sinking out of contention and then into this season.)<br />
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There's nothing anyone would like more than a young, 300 pound closer with sideburns, from Georgia, who came up with the Dodgers. But he's making it easier and easier for me to accompany the choir of "boos." Well, at least we'll trade him to the Brewers mid season for cash and an injury prone minor leaguer who will fade away like last week's dopesmoke and Milwaukee Broxton will inexplicably revive himself and save 50 games next season. Either way, get him the fuck out. Lucky for us, the rest of the bullpen doesn't look so fucking good. I'd rather see Rick Honeycutt out there in the 9th these days. As I wrote that, I realized that I wasn't exaggerating. Fuck, what a terrible year.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485112443807828937.post-5380643894158426422011-05-04T13:33:00.000-07:002011-05-04T17:12:48.708-07:00La ChingadaAnother day, another billion dollars, another night, another meltdown, it would be so much easier to spit venom solely about the goddamn disaster that's Jonathan Broxton right now but with so much more going on, something of such importance drowns in the cesspool that is the 2011 season. The good news, I suppose, could be Ethier's hitting streak but it has also become irrelevant in the face of all this other good news.<br />
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While it's mildly entertaining and even more mildly fulfilling to see Frank McCourt be universally exposed as a failure, it doesn't help with the sinking ship. It'd be more fulfilling if he would be beaten and robbed and the people owned the team but I know the limitations of victory in this life. It's a perpetual, metaphorical 2009 NLCS. <br />
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Our proud owner can't meet payroll, which in the scheme of the present economical climate for most people is insipid as fuck, and not being a Pittsburgh or Cleveland market, no offense to those cities, this is just sad. And all the other tragedies suspended in Dodgertown this year are just a likely, predictable result of people at the top not having their shit together. And just like any instance concerning your owners, landlords, employers, etc. chances are it's not getting better for you. The worst thing to ever happen to these bloodless motherfuckers is an embarrassment, a slap on the back and a pay day somehow. Even McCourt not being as wealthy as everyone thought only means he's a multi-millionaire not invited to the Billionaire's Club. Cry into this collective dick, Frank McCourt. Nobody cares about you and your Quaddafiesque ranting to the media. We hate you. Move aside so some other bloodless motherfucker can own us and make our quality of life just a little worse than ever.adam hartnett.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236351265230820776noreply@blogger.com0