Please Let Me Run Your Baseball Team: 2009

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Teleportation device found in the kitchen of the Main Man.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

they should serve this pizza @ CBP!

"philly Pizza" x-tra large from:

Pete's Pizza
2625 N. Market
Wilmington, DE

cheesesteak, Veleveeta sauce, mozz., cheddar, and American.
thanx James!

you better believe it! a dozen rotisserie hot wings from:
Annie's Restaurant
11 Sanders Road Elsmere, DE
special thanx Danny!
these wings were serious flavor!, Super-Juicy!, crisp, and delicious.

not pictured:
chicken & dumplings,
also from Annie's, fantastic! exquisitely doughy and robust; w/ an out of control gravy that was both hearty and sweet!??!!

ps. James says their "Reuben" is tops; so good that he couldn't even photo it before Eatin' it, and he has an iPhone!

Murph actually walks off w/ a couple during the 1990 HR symposium.

Main Man 90 CHc v. Murph 90 PT

RBI Baseball 3!!!!!

Main Man 90 OK v, Murph 90 TO
Main Man 90 StL v. Murph 90 CL
Main Man 90 BO v. Danny 85 KC
Main Man 90 MN vs. Danny 90 HO

MC v. the Main Man

MC 90 TO v. Main Man 90 CHw
MC 90 SF v. Main Man 90 KC
MC 90 PH V. MAIN MAN 90 ATL

Sunday, March 29, 2009

i tried to stop it!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

peep the World Series trophy!

Friday, March 20, 2009

from the desk of the Main Man,

what's happenin', chumps?
good luck watching your meager teams eat dog poop whilst playing my artfully crafted scoring machine.
I am Timothy J. Toner, the Main Man, Happy Valley, Wilmington, DE, stalwart leader of the Great Ape Society. When I'm not a host @ CBP, I serve as Copy Boy for Delaware Technical Community College, drummer for the mighty Tit Patrol, and i run the blog:(pleaseletmerunyourbaseballteam.blogspot.com)
feel free to check in time-to-time for records of tuff beats (yours!) and fantastically monumental, big-time victories (mine!).

phun facts: i like Mountain Dew, punk rock, pizza, chicken wings, Pepsi cola, Jimmy Rollins!, comic books, shorties, Yuengling, Colt 45, cheeseburgers, hot dogs, soul music, RBI baseball 3, Super Tecmo Bowl, and watching all your fraud teams choke like the Mets!

hasta lasagna suckers!
Peep the World Series trophy!
Main Man out.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

How i spend my summer vacation w/ the Philadelphia Phillies, the prequel

a few pics from my ill-fated train ride to Philadelphia. I was summoned to Citizens Bank Park (the greatest ballpark there is!) to kick-start my stoke as i prepare for Season 4 of "How i spend my summer vacation w/ the Philadelphia Phillies." I was supposed to be there @ 6pm and i figured i'd be able to leave before 9:30 so i looked up the schedule for the R2, and damn if i didn't have two options: leave Wilmigton @ 2:45pm to arrive and putz around Philly from 4-6. Or, the 4:45 train which got into Suburban Station 5:39pm w/ a corresponding subway ride culminating @ the Pattison Ave. stop around 10 minutes to 6; perfect w/ an 8 minute walk to the employee entrace.
ETA: no later than 6:15pm.
NO!
the subway stopped for 20 minutes for no reason!??!?! and i went from being Phashionably late to actually quite tardy.
6:25pm: They sent me home!
I was Heated! i thought about Phlippin' out; i didn't.
So i stomped back to the subway, enhanced my calm, and got focused about some goddamn fried chicken. Church's Chicken. 3 piece w/ biscuit for 2.99. Yes! i got a drumstick (which i ate whilst walkin' to Track 3), and two giant hunks o' chicken. You see, i'm pretty sure it was a thigh and a breast. But this chicken was crunchy and greazzy as to obscure the senses. It had skin like they tossed Plastic Man in the deep fryer.
Great Bird!
picture text to Bobby Campbell: "yall sur tak ur chikn vry vry seriously"

i got back to Wilmington @8:37pm. I walked from the train station. I walked a lot all day. Afterwards, i kept it casual.
Wednesday, i took big Shirley, my sweet ride, even if she was bereft of gas, and smells like oil burnin', and everytime i start 'er up she be all "Change OIl Soon!" I figure this weekend is soon.
It was no Prob! and illustrated just how stupid i was to take the train: the meeting lasted way past 9:30, i would of had to schlepp my gear, an award of excellence, a goodie bag, my vital Host documents! all thru the subway, R2, and a 2 mile walk through Wilmington.
i'm soo stupid; but public transportation is stupider still!! i can't use it. i'm gonna be going from Wilmington to damn near 85 times and i might be able to utilize it 6 times. That's whack! they need an 11:35pm train from Philadelphia to Wilmington.

weird phun fact: the rest rooms in Suburban Station are open from 7am to 11pm.
good luck droppin' turds past 11:05.
"you don't gotta go home; but you can't shit here."

Go Phils!
-the Main Man