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[Ursa Major]

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[Grizbeer]

I'm still thinking is was a pissed off Cat fan. Probably named Jeb, or something. Ol' Jeb comes home from work one night and gets into the Black Velvet (plastic, 1.75L, still has 2/3 left from Thanksgiving). Jeb decides to watch Cops and shop online for a new dashmat for his 1997 F-150. The old one is faded and has a lot of dead bugs in it. He goes to a few 4x4 websites, but "shit, they're pretty proud of these! I paid half that for the old one!" He didn't. The old one was only about $12 cheaper, 10 years ago, and Jeb doesn't do inflation.

A few more whiskey sodas and he runs out of soda. Jeb starts ripping straight BV out of an old plastic Shrek collector's cup from Taco Bell, and reading eGriz. He always visits eGriz first, before BN. He gets all bent out of shape about the Griz getting a new coach. "Damn it! Ash doesn't do shit in the playoffs EVER, and people here still love him. We're the God damned MSU Bobcats for pete's sake!" Jeb is in a frenzy.

Jeb paces around his living room looking for a broken jaw or an overturned coffee table. He finds the latter. In the debris, he sees something. He glances down at his signed copy of Playing .500 Ball. Happier times. Jeb realizes just how much he hates Coach Ron Ash. "Ron owes me more than this! We've shaken hands!" He goes to the back yard with some Kingsford lighter fluid, tears the grate off his grill, sets the book ablaze, and pisses on the ashes while angrily whiskey crying. To Jeb, it's really symbolic.

Almost finished crying but still fuming, Jeb goes back inside and picks up his computer from the debris in the living room (it was on the coffee table). The "accident" broke the Return key, but who cares? Jeb has some truth to spread. The last of the BV goes down the hatch straight from the bottle, Jeb wipes away the last tear, takes a deep breath, and logs onto BobcatNation.com.

this is amazingly close to my experience last Saturday night. Except they were not tears of anger, but rather tears of laughter from ewu's implosion. And it wasn't Ron Ash's book I burned - truth is I don't really know what it was I burned, or why my wife is still pissed at me for burning it. Also it was a fire pit, not a bbq, and I used 50-1 2 stroke mix gas, not lighter fluid.

I didn't break up any furniture, but I did have a small issue when I was trying to burn off the grass in the rocks around the fire pit and the flames burned back to the gas can. I threw the flaming gas can (which usually puts the fire in the can out) but this time the can stayed alight and rolled around in the grass. I kicked the can a couple times - again if throwing the flaming can doesn't work usually kicking it does work, but this time to no avail. I went back to the fire to think about it, and after a couple pulls on my drink realized I still had the cap to the gas can in my hand. Walked back over, picked up the flaming can, put the cap on, and poof, problem solved.

Now the only issue was the 1/2 circle of flame from kicking the gas can around. Now normally you can just step on burning gas in the grass and the flames go out, but it seems from kicking the can around my boots were also covered in gas, and stepping on flames with gas covered boots creates an interesting situation. Fortunately I was wearing gloves so I was able to put the fire on my shoes out. It took a few cycles of this, but eventually I was able to stomp out all of the fire in the grass.

I can't remember if I posted on egriz that night, but if I did it would have been on par with the post in bobcat nation.

 

[TCCGRIZ]

Just a fed up sCat fan. Can see right through it. Freakin ridiculous.

This was my first thought, and probably correct. But accusing Ash of paying for athletes lawyers is a pretty serious accusation and makes me think twice.

I'm still thinking is was a pissed off Cat fan. Probably named Jeb, or something. Ol' Jeb comes home from work one night and gets into the Black Velvet (plastic, 1.75L, still has 2/3 left from Thanksgiving). Jeb decides to watch Cops and shop online for a new dashmat for his 1997 F-150. The old one is faded and has a lot of dead bugs in it. He goes to a few 4x4 websites, but "shit, they're pretty proud of these! I paid half that for the old one!" He didn't. The old one was only about $12 cheaper, 10 years ago, and Jeb doesn't do inflation.

A few more whiskey sodas and he runs out of soda. Jeb starts ripping straight BV out of an old plastic Shrek collector's cup from Taco Bell, and reading eGriz. He always visits eGriz first, before BN. He gets all bent out of shape about the Griz getting a new coach. "Damn it! Ash doesn't do shit in the playoffs EVER, and people here still love him. We're the God damned MSU Bobcats for pete's sake!" Jeb is in a frenzy.

Jeb paces around his living room looking for a broken jaw or an overturned coffee table. He finds the latter. In the debris, he sees something. He glances down at his signed copy of Playing .500 Ball. Happier times. Jeb realizes just how much he hates Coach Ron Ash. "Ron owes me more than this! We've shaken hands!" He goes to the back yard with some Kingsford lighter fluid, tears the grate off his grill, sets the book ablaze, and pisses on the ashes while angrily whiskey crying. To Jeb, it's really symbolic.

Almost finished crying but still fuming, Jeb goes back inside and picks up his computer from the debris in the living room (it was on the coffee table). The "accident" broke the Return key, but who cares? Jeb has some truth to spread. The last of the BV goes down the hatch straight from the bottle, Jeb wipes away the last tear, takes a deep breath, and logs onto BobcatNation.com.

Ummm, is this Jeb?

John Pearson , brother was a bobcat plays for the rams , played for the seahawks and niners. Actually a super great guy but unfortunately a passionate cat fan.

 

[LongTimeCatFan]

This was my first thought, and probably correct. But accusing Ash of paying for athletes lawyers is a pretty serious accusation and makes me think twice.

I'm still thinking is was a pissed off Cat fan. Probably named Jeb, or something. Ol' Jeb comes home from work one night and gets into the Black Velvet (plastic, 1.75L, still has 2/3 left from Thanksgiving). Jeb decides to watch Cops and shop online for a new dashmat for his 1997 F-150. The old one is faded and has a lot of dead bugs in it. He goes to a few 4x4 websites, but "shit, they're pretty proud of these! I paid half that for the old one!" He didn't. The old one was only about $12 cheaper, 10 years ago, and Jeb doesn't do inflation.

A few more whiskey sodas and he runs out of soda. Jeb starts ripping straight BV out of an old plastic Shrek collector's cup from Taco Bell, and reading eGriz. He always visits eGriz first, before BN. He gets all bent out of shape about the Griz getting a new coach. "Damn it! Ash doesn't do shit in the playoffs EVER, and people here still love him. We're the God damned MSU Bobcats for pete's sake!" Jeb is in a frenzy.

Jeb paces around his living room looking for a broken jaw or an overturned coffee table. He finds the latter. In the debris, he sees something. He glances down at his signed copy of Playing .500 Ball. Happier times. Jeb realizes just how much he hates Coach Ron Ash. "Ron owes me more than this! We've shaken hands!" He goes to the back yard with some Kingsford lighter fluid, tears the grate off his grill, sets the book ablaze, and pisses on the ashes while angrily whiskey crying. To Jeb, it's really symbolic.

Almost finished crying but still fuming, Jeb goes back inside and picks up his computer from the debris in the living room (it was on the coffee table). The "accident" broke the Return key, but who cares? Jeb has some truth to spread. The last of the BV goes down the hatch straight from the bottle, Jeb wipes away the last tear, takes a deep breath, and logs onto BobcatNation.com.

Ummm, is this Jeb?

John Pearson , brother was a bobcat plays for the rams , played for the seahawks and niners. Actually a super great guy but unfortunately a passionate cat fan.

Person not Pearson

 

[CDAGRIZ]

I'm still thinking is was a pissed off Cat fan. Probably named Jeb, or something. Ol' Jeb comes home from work one night and gets into the Black Velvet (plastic, 1.75L, still has 2/3 left from Thanksgiving). Jeb decides to watch Cops and shop online for a new dashmat for his 1997 F-150. The old one is faded and has a lot of dead bugs in it. He goes to a few 4x4 websites, but "shit, they're pretty proud of these! I paid half that for the old one!" He didn't. The old one was only about $12 cheaper, 10 years ago, and Jeb doesn't do inflation.

A few more whiskey sodas and he runs out of soda. Jeb starts ripping straight BV out of an old plastic Shrek collector's cup from Taco Bell, and reading eGriz. He always visits eGriz first, before BN. He gets all bent out of shape about the Griz getting a new coach. "Damn it! Ash doesn't do shit in the playoffs EVER, and people here still love him. We're the God damned MSU Bobcats for pete's sake!" Jeb is in a frenzy.

Jeb paces around his living room looking for a broken jaw or an overturned coffee table. He finds the latter. In the debris, he sees something. He glances down at his signed copy of Playing .500 Ball. Happier times. Jeb realizes just how much he hates Coach Ron Ash. "Ron owes me more than this! We've shaken hands!" He goes to the back yard with some Kingsford lighter fluid, tears the grate off his grill, sets the book ablaze, and pisses on the ashes while angrily whiskey crying. To Jeb, it's really symbolic.

Almost finished crying but still fuming, Jeb goes back inside and picks up his computer from the debris in the living room (it was on the coffee table). The "accident" broke the Return key, but who cares? Jeb has some truth to spread. The last of the BV goes down the hatch straight from the bottle, Jeb wipes away the last tear, takes a deep breath, and logs onto BobcatNation.com.

this is amazingly close to my experience last Saturday night. Except they were not tears of anger, but rather tears of laughter from ewu's implosion. And it wasn't Ron Ash's book I burned - truth is I don't really know what it was I burned, or why my wife is still pissed at me for burning it. Also it was a fire pit, not a bbq, and I used 50-1 2 stroke mix gas, not lighter fluid.

I didn't break up any furniture, but I did have a small issue when I was trying to burn off the grass in the rocks around the fire pit and the flames burned back to the gas can. I threw the flaming gas can (which usually puts the fire in the can out) but this time the can stayed alight and rolled around in the grass. I kicked the can a couple times - again if throwing the flaming can doesn't work usually kicking it does work, but this time to no avail. I went back to the fire to think about it, and after a couple pulls on my drink realized I still had the cap to the gas can in my hand. Walked back over, picked up the flaming can, put the cap on, and poof, problem solved.

Now the only issue was the 1/2 circle of flame from kicking the gas can around. Now normally you can just step on burning gas in the grass and the flames go out, but it seems from kicking the can around my boots were also covered in gas, and stepping on flames with gas covered boots creates an interesting situation. Fortunately I was wearing gloves so I was able to put the fire on my shoes out. It took a few cycles of this, but eventually I was able to stomp out all of the fire in the grass.

I can't remember if I posted on egriz that night, but if I did it would have been on par with the post in bobcat nation.

That is a harrowing tale. Fire "accidents" can happen to anyone. Here's to hoping I don't ever have any fire "accidents."