The Beast

The Orioles have yet to make an offer to free agent Sidney Ponson, but that should change soon.

http://www.rotoworld.com/display1.asp?spor...date=12/19/2003 http://www.rotoworld.com/display1.asp?spor...date=12/18/2003

Stop talking about prospects in the dodgers organization, I guarantee you MAGGS IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE, AND WERE NOT GETTING ANY ONE HUGE HUGE HUGE FOR HIM!!! BLAH!

Mods, delete this thread...its stupid...

This was actually to you Nuke. Merry Christmas.

*fart*

Actually I don't know if you remember my old wsc425 days...thats probably why dude...

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT." This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request: PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrifice themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

Hey, I repealed my statement, CW...

Some users were banned, so its hard to keep track of the league...

I deleted the post in which I said it was gay but I realized what I had said was wrong. Cw, thank you for correcting what I had said.

Spammers! Spammers!

Welcome back sir. I was formerly known as wsc425...but changed my name...you probably would remember me as an annoying little asshole...

They will be back, sorry to bust your bubble.

Exactly. Even though if Kenny Williams was saying that statement, I'd beat his ass because he hasn't done s*** this offseason...but on the other hand, concentrate on the AL, because we aren't in the NL, guys.

huh?

No no, we had tickets...we just wanted to get in before everyone else so we could get in line quicker

DAMN SOX

Who cares? The f***er is an asshole anyway, wanting us to lose to his buddies team...and all..

MMM BEASTLY

All I do is sneak in to Sox fest. Those f***ers on security never check me or my dad or bros. Assholes, they deserve what they get, and thats how I got Mass Quanities of autographs...if you can find my post from last year on wsc425...i gave specific directions on how to sneak in the back door from the valet parking lot entrance on whacker i think thats the street...

Ellie’s Hell Arbeit ist Freiheit! Auschwitz. We had arrived to hell. I was checked in to my coffin. We had been separated from the women and children, among the weak and elderly. In front of us flames. In the air that smell of burning flesh. A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its load-the little children. Babies too! Never shall I forget the little innocent faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned wreaths of smoke beneath the silent, celestial, blue sky. Burned. Frizzled. Away turned into the ashes. I hated the Germans, they killed what I valued most-my family. Never shall I forget those flames, which consumed my faith forever. And I did not know in that place, at that moment I was parting from my mother and Tzipora forever. I became A-7713. After that I had no other name. I was stripped of my dignity and pride. We were naked, our shoes and belts in out hands. The command of “Run!” was yelled and we ran. We were a pack of leprous dogs hanging onto our lives. We were shaved in all places, leaving us cold and itchy pains on our bodies. By now terror was stronger than hunger. It seemed as though a dark flame had come into my soul and devoured it. Never shall I forget this moment, which murdered my god, my soul, and turned my dreams to dust. Torn. Pain. Death. Now it all consumes me. Where is mercy? Where is god? Where is righteousness? Blessed be eternal? Why shall I bless him? That night the soup tasted of corpses. All I know is you must never lose faith, even when the sword hangs over your head. Recalling all this, I remembered the depths of that mirror, in which a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes never left me. Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp…never. A summary poem from Ellie Weisel's "Night" by Ross Meister.

Thank god that we didn't do those bulls*** moves.

:begood sir