How I LOATHE Rick Dempsey

Ok so I'm sitting here at home on a Saturday night excited to watch the Orioles/White Sox game, before any of you question that comment yes I am excited for an Orioles game, and low and behold they have Rick Dempsey as the color commentator. THANKS MASN FOR RUINING MY SATURDAY NIGHT!!!!!!!! Dempsey has to be the worst color man in the history of sports broadcasting. I mean seriously has anyone ever gotten as much mileage from being the World Series MVP as this miserable excuse for a color man? He is always comparing various players to him during his playing days, news flash dipshit YOU FUCKING SUCKED!, states the obvious way too much, and constantly refers to the Oriole Way and how the current O's compare to various O's of the past. Guess what ass clown, THEY DON'T! We are in the midst of our 10th straight losing season, something that could have never happened in the glory days of the Oriole Way.

I'm still an O's fan without a doubt but why they have this moron calling the game is beyond me.

Fishing: Is there anything better?

So is there anything better then to just be out on the water with a fishing rod in hand, shades on, and relaxing? Yes, when a 4 and a half pound largemouth bass thunderously strikes your rod so hard it damn near bends it in half! Setting the hook and fighting the beauty up to the surface to pull him into the boat are just sheer moments of joy. Its as though time stands still when your battling a fish, the only thing that seems to matter is the contest between you and the fish, the battle of man versus' nature if you will. I am proud to say I won this battle yesterday as well as a couple others while bringing home roughly 10-10.5 pounds of freshly caught Maryland bred largemouth bass. Although cleaning them isn't nearly as much fun as catching them, its all part of the process.