Why Sports have lost me!

I used to be a great sports fan. I had season tickets to the Yankees, Knicks and Giants. I had season tickets to St. Johns College b-ball and Saturday night fights at the Felt Forum. I went to about six championship fights. I knew every player on every team on every sport. I always had the game on if I wasn't actually at the stadium or the Garden.

But I have lost all of that.

The pressure of work and finance made me give up the tickets. I had to put all my resources and time into the store so I couldn't take the time to go to the game, Most of all I got tied of how the owners treated the fans. It really became noticeable to me this Super Bowl. I didn't see a minute of the game. Now I had a good excuse. I was out at a wake. But even when my cousins were chatting about it and about the Jets and Giants I just wasn't engaged anymore. I can't seem to summon up the interest to even debate any more.

It is all because of jerkoffs like this guy:

NewYork Post February8, 2015

James Dolan is taking out his 10-41 frustrations on the fans.

The Knicks owner fired off a vindictive email telling a longtime fan he should “start rooting.for the Nets because the Knicks dont want you,” among far more malicious comments, a source confirmed.

Dolan was lashing out at the father of filmmaker Aaron Bierman, who had written a fairly boilerplate angry message to the owner calling for him to sell the team,as Deadspin first reported. Dolan’s response to the “Knicks fan since 1952″ was a presumption-filled mess of personal shots. (Sic all):

“I am.just guessing but ill bet your life is a mess and you are a hateful mess,” Dolan wrote. “What have you done that anyone would consider positive or nice. I am betting nothing. In fact ill bet you are negative force in everyone who comes in contact with you. You most likely have made your family miserable. Alcoholic maybe. I just celebrated my 21 year anniversary of sobriety. You should try it. Maybe it will help you become a person that folks would like to have around. In the mean while start rooting.for the Nets because the Knicks dont want you.”

Through a spokesman, Dolan declined comment.

The Cablevision CEO was retaliating to an email highly critical of him, which offered a brief rundown of the many nadirs the Knicks have hit under Dolan’s ownership.

“At one stage I thought that you did a wonderful thing when you acquired EVERYTHING from your dad,” Bierman’s father wrote. “However, since then it has been ALL DOWN HILL. Your working with Isaiah Thomas & everything else regarding the Knicks. Bringing on Phil Jackson was a positive beginning, but lowballing Steve Kerr was a DISGRACE to the knicks. The bottom line is that you merely continued to interfere with the franchise.

“As a knicks fan for in excess of 60 years, I am utterly embarrassed by your dealings with the Knicks. Sell them so their fans can at least look forward to growing them in a positive direction Obviously, money IS NOT THE ONLY THING. You have done a lot of utterly STUPID business things with the franchise. Please NO MORE.”

I have been slacking off.

Which is no where as much fun as whacking off.

We have been so busy and I have been so tired that I have not had enough time or desire to continue my two storylines about Doc and Joey. But I have thinking about it.

Here is a crazy thought. Big Nose Katie Elder was from Eastern Europe. What if she were a vampire?

I don't know. That might really sell.

Problems of a shopkeeper

Sorry if my posting output is down but I am very tired. We have been having a lot of issues at the store and it is killing me.

We can't seem to find anyone to hire. We have advertised in several venues including Craig's list, Indeed, All Retail Jobs dot.com and other areas including FIT and Pratt University. Either they don't reply when I send an email after they send their resume or they make an appointment and don't show up. I  have three people that made appointments and did not show or call or email. What the fuck Al Roker doesn't anyone need a fucking job?

Now as you know we manufacture in both Brooklyn and California. In Brooklyn we end up taking our fabric to the manufacturer which is a big pain in the ass. I mean I try to save on the shipping since it costs an arm and a leg. So I fill up Omar's SUV and we truck it to the factory. Now part of the process is they then take the fabric to the cutting service who cuts up the fabric into  dresses or skirts or whatever  that they then get back and so in the factory.

Well the slant eyed cunt that manufacturers for us called and said that the cutting service demanded we take back all of our fabric. You see in New York I guess that space is at a premium because I never had a problem in California. You see the cutter knows if I keep the stuff at his place he will get the job cutting. Right? Well these fuckers didn't care. So instead of taking care of it the slant eyed cunt said we had to take the fabric out and she wasn't going to do it. So I had to go with Omar and get the stuff from the fucking chinks at the cutting service.

Now the thing that burns my ass is that the cutter is around the corner from the motherfucking Tawinese twat's place and she could have brought it to her place. But she didn't want to do it. So we had to take it to our personal storage locker in Flatbush Avenue which is about ten miles away. What the fuck Charley Chan Cunt?

Lisa told this motherfucking zipperhead that we will never bring this fabric back for her to work on. I will ship it to Cali or use another factory. But she will not get the work the fucking Mongoloid Motherfucker!

Poor Omar had to bust his ass. I mean he had a lot to carry and shit. I am  too fucking weak to pitch in like I used to and Lisa is yelling at me that I am doing to much as it is. It is fucking frustrating since I can't just bull through and get it done like I  usually do.

Of course Omar is happy since I pay him really well and we took him to dinner. But still this was all so unnecessary. What the fuck?

This fucking shit is gonna catch me another heart attack!

More bullshit from the Gays and the Media

So this big brouhaha over the birthday invitation to a kids birthday party that was "Homophobic" was revealed to be another big bag of bullshit.

The story was that a mother wrote on an birthday invitation " "Tommy will NOT attend. I do not believe in what you do and will not subject my innocent son to your 'lifestyle.' I'm sorry Sophia has to grow up this way. If you have an issue or need to speak to me: [number erased]."

All the usual suspects went ballistic. Until they found out it was all bullshit. The radio douchenozzles just made it up. So all of the politically correct police were looking stupid. Just like they did with the racist pamphlets that the Black student group wrote up and the black college professor who had  a noose hung on her door. When she did it herself.

My question is what if it were true? Didn't the mother have the right to feel that way. The right to express it that way? She didn't use any slurs. She just said she didn't agree with their lifestyle and didn't want her kid to be exposed to it. What's so terrible about that?  I mean I am not a big fan of polygamy. I don't want to hear about it. I don't watch it on TV on that "Sister Wives" show. I know it goes on. In fact I bet in the world more people are involved in polygamy than homosexuality. But every single show and every single movie and every single discussion has to bring the gays into it. Every time. If the Mom said she didn't want her child to go to a polygamous household would she have faced the same wrath?

You know if it actually happened that woman would be crucified. Holding beliefs that were traditional just a few short years ago will subject you to destruction by the mob and the media. It didn't happen this time because as usual in these cases it was a big bag of bullshit cooked up by some libtard.

This story tells us something. Just not what they think it tells us.

Party like it's 1999

The dude or whatever that did the Prince impersonation was pretty good. He ran and danced all over the stage and had Prince's act down pretty good. Since the girls were all eighties girls they loved it as they sang along.

Ok I admit I made a mistake......

You see I went by the recommendation of the people having the wedding. I should have stayed in downtown Boston and just got a car to drive me to the wedding. Then I could have enjoyed the city. I guess.

We were stuck in Woburn which is just like Long Island. Suburbs. Everything closes.

And I will never stay in a Marriott again. Man did that place suck. The bed was rock hard and the smoke alarm flashed all night. The AC sucked and it soaked the carpet. Since this was a business man's hotel I would be afraid to shine a blue light because the entire place is probably soaked in splooge.

We thought we would go to the pool but it looked green. I mean it had algae and it wasn't even outside.

The breakfast was the worst shit I ever ate in my life. No I take that back. I had a horrible burger in a strip club in 1985 that was worse than the omelet I had here. But it was close.

We only got two towels. Bath towels you see. Now that just doesn't work. So I did what I always do. I went out and tracked down the housekeeper and slipped her a twenty and she gave me about twenty towels so we were covered. But it was a close run thing.

We had a major catastrophic incident on the second day we were there. There a lip on the bottom of the credenza in the room and somehow the wife chipped off the nail polish on her big toe. Man that was fucked up. For me.

You see the wife is wearing an open toe shoe to the wedding and of course the big chip sticks right out. So we have to find a nail parlor to get the toe fixed before we can go to the wedding. We go on-line and find one in Melrose and we get a cab there. While we are there the wife get a shampoo and blow out and it fuckin takes forever. I mean I am supposed to meet our ride back at the hotel as we a going with another couple. But we are going to be late as this shit was taking forever. And we still had to get dressed and all.

What a fucking fiasco!

Plus we had to wait twenty five minutes for a cab as there was only one in town. What the fuck?

Things never change.....

I have been away from the internets for a while and everything is more of the same. I followed the links of what youse guys are talking about and I am very happy I haven't been monitoring TOP!

That stuff can get you ill. Just sayn'

I don't often drink beer......

Well not often enough for my taste.

But I have been pretty busy so I took some time at the Mexican restaurant to enjoy some Dos Equis.

And you know who was sitting at the table across from me?

Sixto. With Cal Ripken's Mom.

Get me rewrite.....

Well I got a reply about the bio and they sort of butchered it. I think they give this duty to interns because all the muck-y-mucks are too busy so some kid who only writes texts is the one who composes press releases. Here is what they sent to me:

JIM DOLAN – The HUSBAND/BUSINESS PARTNER

Jim Dolan is Lisa’s husband and business partner in Lee Lee’s Valise.  Also born and raised in Carroll Gardens, Jim has never lived more than a mile from where he was born.  Jim spent thirty-five years as an accountant doing the books for all the small businesses in the neighborhood.  And when the shop on the corner of President and Court St. in the neighborhood became available, his dream was to open a bar.  But Lisa had other plans.  And more than anything, Jim wants to Imake Lisa’s dreams come true.  So as he likes to say, instead of getting a bar, he got into women’s clothes.  

In the shop, Jim does the books, handles online sales, and tries to keep Lisa on a budget.  He’s currently figuring out how to expand the business and open a new store, so he can continue to make Lisa’s dreams come true.

I had to give them a gentle correction. I don't think it is such a great idea to start every sentance with "And" or "So" and so I just reworked it as follows:

Jim Dolan is Lisa’s husband and business partner in Lee Lee’s Valise.  Born and raised in Carroll Gardens, Jim has never lived more than a mile from where he was born.  Jim worked for thirty-five years as an accountant doing the books for most of the small businesses in the neighborhood.  When the shop on the corner of President and Court St. became available, he wanted to live his dream  which was to open a bar.  But Lisa had other plans and other dreams and more than anything, Jim wants to make Lisa’s dreams come true.  So instead of getting a bar, he got into women’s clothes. 

Jim does the books, handles online sales, and tries to keep Lisa on a budget.  He’s currently figuring out how to expand the business and open a new store, so he can continue to make Lisa’s dreams come true.

I had to work with what they gave me so I hope they use this instead of giving it to some hipster who will put it into the form of a tweet.

I keep thinking about Abraham and Issac

But sometimes I just get confused.

Hey we don't have any midgets so they needed a drawf so I have to be Grumpy!

It looks like they are really playing up the curmudgeon bullshit. I get to be Mr. Wilson.

"GET OFF OF MY LAWN!"

"WE ARE NOT MAKING JEANS!"

This production is obsessed with us making our own jeans. Which is just not economically feasible. It is really impossible at the level we are working at. But that doesn't stop the TV guys.

So the plot is that the girls are scheming and plotting to make jeans and I keep saying NO! They have a lot of footage of me telling them they can't do it and yelling at the production people and generally being a dick.

What most people don't understand is that every business needs a dick. Somebody who is yelling at people and keeping them in line or making them do something they don't want to do. So saying no is what I do. I tell the customers I am not refunding their money and they only get store credit. I tell them they can't return something a year later. I tell the vendors that I am not going to accept the wrong jeans when they send missy instead of women's sizes. Most of all I have to act like a dick so Lisa can stay above it and be everybody's friend. I don't really care. I already have too many friends. I don't need anymore. I also am not going to make jeans.

Because when it comes to running a store, these TV people don't know dick.

What I would like for us to do?

Someone emailed me this comment from that other evil place that I never go to anymore:


yashu said...
I'm sad Trooper is no longer part of Althouse the blog. If I recall correctly, it was his own choice to leave and cut this blog out of his life entirely. I hope there might be a reconciliation someday, though I won't hold my breath.

Loyalty is a fine quality. But for a friend of Trooper's to come here *just* for the purpose of taunting and insulting Meadehouse, IMO doesn't help anything. Just stirs up more bad blood, doesn't it?

Anyway, hadn't heard about Troop's reality show; good luck to him!


I would like to explicitly state that I hope no one visits the depths of Hell to piss on the evil blogger lady....even if she is on fire. I don't encourage nastiness. That's her gig. What we do here is about us and has no need to have anything to do with that unfortunate couple. I just want them to take my name out of their mouth and to leave us alone.

I really appreciate those of you who post over there a lot not mentioning what we are doing or are talking about here. Also I ask that some of youse guys who are emailing me quotes to not worry about it. I don't care what is going on over there. It is no longer any more of my concern. If you like to post over there it is fine with me. It doesn't really matter to me at all. We are doing great stuff here. Let's let bygones be bye bye or something like that there.

I should have painted them with those little jars of white paint from the model plane store!

We just had to have our fuckin' teeth whitened for the commercial. It cost over $800 and the dentist gave me break because I am putting him in the show. Holy shit. I should have just painted them with those little jars of white paint that I used to buy when I was making my airplane models. What a fucking rip-off.

And you know what is even worse? No red wine. No red sauce. No espresso. I want to kill myself.

You're Soaking in It.

I just got the word that we are going to be making a promo commercial. Holy crap. It will be all over the place not just on the channel we will be on.

You're soaking in it.

Why I love TVLand and Real Housewives.

Because the rest of TV is all about serial killers and crime and dismembered bodies. I like fun and laughter and silly women fighting over silly things.

The real world is just too nasty.

Whenever I venture out into news I get stuff like the last story. I hate that.

It is a lot more fun to watch Betty White suck on a weiner.