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Yeah, in my old neighborhood, we had guys with an ice chest full of dogs and a butane burner on a card table. Something tells me those guys are still there regardless of what the city has to say about it. A lot of law enforcement in LA has to do with what neighborhood you live in. Since I lived in one of the tougher areas (On a scale of 1 being Beverly Hills and 10 being Watts/Compton, I'd rate my neighborhood a 7), little stuff like selling pirated DVDs on the sidewalk or hawing food of questionable quality on the street corner without a permit was pretty much overlooked by the cops. Those bullets whizzing by my living room window were of greater concern.

I've done something like that before, but it also had cheese, eggs, and some vegetables in it. We named it the behemoth. My intent wasn't so much to focus on the bacon itself, but while we're at it, if one wants to beat the executioner, I'd suggest one of these as a last meal topped off with one of these.

I'm trying to remember exactly what goes on them. I remember mayo, mustard, hot sauce, grilled onions, raw onions, and the grilled jalapenos. As for a cooking rig, I think I might try the two burner camp stove with a baking sheet wrapped in foil atop both burners. I'll be experimenting quite a bit over the next couple months on this. I also think the hot dogs were different from your standard ball park franks. There are a couple Mexican markets in Lewisville I think I'll stop in and see what they have.

If I had known about this, I would seriously have contributed to the legal fees of the woman who served 45 days in jail for selling God's late night snack. Los Angeles should change its name to Los Diablos. "Excuse me sir, would you mind putting out your hot dog? I'm getting your second hand cholesterol."

One of my absolute favorite street foods is now illegal in Los Angeles as it has been deemed a "potentially hazardous food." hqgYNDGB6ds Anyone who cares to join me next September for some bacony death on a bun in the parking lot, I'm now on a five-month mission to figure out how to make these things and how to build a rig to cook them. It's my own government protest. Now it's personal!!!

One place I worked was loaded with Ivy League graduates. They liked to prominently display their billboard sized diplomas in their offices and they would frequently "casually" drop the names of their alma maters in conversation. Every time one of them would do that, I'd say, "Huh. So you went to an Ivy League school, paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for the privilege, and here we are, you and me, working together in the same office with the same job. Interesting."

Let's put this in perspective. The CBA chugs along nicely from 1946-1999. In 1999, Isaiah Thomas comes along and buys the entire league. The whole league goes bankrupt and ceases operations 2 years later. It remains defunct until long after Thomas' departure when it is absorbed by the IBL. So Thomas was able to destroy 55 years of successful operations in 2. Let's see what he can do with a program that already sucks.

Saw this quote for TEA day. Thought you might get a kick out of it:

This should be better than the time Tark came back after his failure with the Spurs.

This California transplant, for one, is sending stealth recruiting information to the athletic department at UC Irvine and their never defeated football team!

Cal State Fullerton and Stanfurd. Fullerton is our cross-town rival and the only school that fills our basketball arena and baseball stadium to capacity. Many heated on court melees have taken place. As a child of Northern California, you gotta pick Cal or Stanfurd. I always liked the public schools better, and since Irvine is part of the UC system, it made it really easy to choose.

This is just like Oklahoma's resolution right? Nice statement, but effectively nothing more than that? Just for argument's sake, let's say that the federal government said, "OK, you're sovereign. We agree to your terms." What would the results be?

I see a sign along the lines of this: (please pardon my very poor photoshop skills)

Doesn't he pretty much have the Sadim touch? Everything he touches turns to crap? You know, the Matt Millen of basketball? Am I thinking of the right guy?

Wait. Were we trying to structure a contract to attract a new coach? Then I'll change my terms!

Extend the contract as long as he wants to stay working here. Base salary: $0 Each win: $40,000 Gate receipts: 10% This season would bring: 1 win X $40,000: $40,000 5 homes games X roughly 18,000 fans X avg $15/ticket X 10%: $135,000 Total: $175,000 Hmmm. We really would be getting what we pay for under that formula, wouldn't we? Now let's look at..... 7-win season brings 7 wins X $40,000: $280,000 20,000 fans X 6 games X avg $15/ticket X 10%: $180,000 Bowl/postseason/ranking incentives: Same as they are now Total: $390,000 + post season incentives. Now we're pushing the upper limits of Sunbelt salaries. Now let's look at the possibility of a 10-win season with 30,000 fans per home game. 30,000 fans X 6 games X avd $15/ticker X 10%: $270,000 10 wins X $40,000: $400,000 Total: $670,000!!! That's more than double what he gets now, and we haven't even touched the post season and ranking incentives yet! Add to that an almost certain increase in ticket prices in following years due to increased demand. Bottom line. Pay him what he's worth. We're ultimately selling a product here, right? This seems to be a message board of good, red-blooded capitalists. Ain't nothing in this world comes free.

Pay him like the rest of the world gets paid. Give him a percentage of gate receipts.

Where's KRAM in all of this? I'm sure a fantasy baseball team would be riveting for him. He's probably somewhere boasting about the player stats of his fantasy soccer team. "Look! My player ran around for 90 minutes and did more nothing than your player who ran around for 90 minutes!" I'll consider making a team, but I haven't much followed MLB since the 1994 strike, so I don't know a lot of players. I'm of the opinion that Bud Selig and Scott Boras are twin sons of Satan himself, so I have really been turned off by the league. My current stats project, dealing with average team salaries before and after the strike, confirms my venomous rage. I think next year, somebody needs to organize a way to have a fantasy college team.

As much as I'd like to mock the atrociously bad attempt at mimicked poetry by someone who supposedly studied writing in school, I instead must say, "Holy crap! Someone took a snap under center!?!?!?!?"

Yep that looks like a no-hitter with 2 base runners (7 innings x 3 outs = 21 minimum at-bats). Nice job girls.

I would also venture to guess that any shady grass covered area immediately outside the stadium will be the new location of the clandestine wristband organizations. Cut to the gmg posts of "COME SEE OUR TENT IN THE NEW STADIUM TAILGATING MAGICAL GRASSY AREA!" to which you show up and are told "PRIVATE EXCLUSIVE SUPER DOUBLE SECRET PROBATION INVITATION ONLY! GO AWAY!" Think I'll stay in the parking lot thanks.

Is it legal to hedge one's bets and vote in both primaries? Without citing any real candidates, let's suppose that my favorite Republican is Tom Smith and my favorite Democrat is Tom Clark. I may have a preference when they go head to head, but I most certainly don't want that Republican Tom Wilson or that Democrat Tom Johnson.

I don't see myself carrying a grill, a cooler, a tent, a table, and a bunch of chairs on a 600-800 yard round trip.

Football...North VS. South Stadium Size: NORTH: College football stadiums hold 20,000 people. SOUTH: High school football stadiums hold 20,000 people. Fathers: NORTH: Expect their daughters to understand Sylvia Plath. SOUTH: Expect their daughters to understand pass interference. Campus Decor: NORTH: Statues of founding fathers. SOUTH: Statues of Heisman trophy winners. Homecoming Queen: NORTH: Also a physics major. SOUTH: Also Miss America. Heroes: NORTH: Rudy Guiliani SOUTH: Archie, Peyton, & Eli Manning Getting Tickets: NORTH: 5 days before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus and purchase tickets. SOUTH: 5 months before the game you walk into the ticket office on Campus and put name on waiting list for tickets. Parking: NORTH: An hour before game time, the University opens the campus for game parking. SOUTH: RVs sporting their school flags begin arriving on Wednesday for the weekend festivities. The really faithful arrive on Tuesday. Game Day: NORTH: A few students party in the dorm and watch ESPN on TV. SOUTH: Every student wakes up and rushes over to where ESPN is broadcasting "Game Day Live" to get on camera and wave to the fans up North who wonder why "Game Day Live" is never broadcast from their campus. Tailgating: NORTH: Raw meat on a grill, beer with lime in it, listening to local radio station with truck tailgate down. SOUTH: 30-foot custom pig-shaped smoker fires up at dawn. Cooking accompanied by live performance by "Dave Matthews' Band," who come over during breaks. Getting to the Stadium: NORTH: You ask "Where's the stadium?" When you find it, you walk right in. SOUTH: When you're near it, you'll hear it. On game day it becomes the state's third largest city. When National Anthem is Played: NORTH: Stands are less than half full, and less than half of them stand up. SOUTH: 100,000 fans, all standing, sing along in perfect four-part harmony. Announcer: NORTH: Neutral and paid. SOUTH: Announcer harmonizes with the crowd in the fight song, with a tear in his eye because he is so proud of his team. After the Game: NORTH: The stadium is empty way before the game ends. SOUTH: Another rack of ribs goes on the smoker. Planning begins for next week's game. When their team wins a game: NORTH: Stands up and MAY clap. SOUTH: Storms the field and rips the goal post down and chases the opposing team until they reach the locker room. Then carries their cheerleaders to the nearest body of water and throws them in.