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In hindsight I did not do myself any favors not showing up to those seats at the game. My uncle bought seats in the upper deck like last minute at the window and we sat with him. I didn’t realize the can of worms that decision was gonna open lol
And also I think people were taken aback by my writing being I was apparently in high school.
I never wanted to say how old I was in those early years but it was actually Joe3’s fault because after a loss to Pitt at MSG one year (a game I went to with my family), he claimed that everyone hated him because he was in his early 20s and this was an old man’s board.
So I ended up saying hey I’m 16 years old and people aren’t mean to me because I’m actually engaging in conversation not just screaming at everyone
But yes like JohnnyFan said, I had to make a trip to 114 and clear my name once and for all. I wonder if anyone still has that group photo we took? It was a game against Princeton a few years back. Met Mike, Eric, weatherman, Beast and more. It was awesome and the photo is awesome too
I have no problem with JR now
I definitely have the photo somewhere. I’ll check when I get back to the states
Larry Wright
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We hung out back in the day a few times yes. After BEB went under lost contact with him and some others I was friendly with.
Then took a break from posting at end of Mullin era because didn’t have the stomach to bash Mullin or constantly defend him on here. So lost touch even more.
In fact Fun posted I was dead on JJ lol
Back to Hit I kind of thought he did admit who he was in this thread and think there were other clues as well.
Maher thinks anyone who bashes the coach is Realfan. Lol
In fact when I first started posting on BEB he accused me of being Realfan
Fun Fun Fun
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Oh hello, fun here. I’m posting because there are various calumnies in this this thread – fake news – that need addressing.
First of all and foremost, I was never banned from this or any other site for that matter. The people love me and site owners know that I drive traffic, this thread being a case in point. I'm the golden goose. Why slay me?
(Not that certain moderators didn’t try. My favorite attempt was after Lavin's father died. I got so sick of him dragging poor Cap’s corpse into every conversation as an excuse for his pathetic performance, as if he were the only creature in God’s green earth that had ever lost a parent (see also histrionic personality disorder), that I wrote a spoof, the gist of which was that I’d like to find out where Cap was buried so that I could dig up his body, reanimate his corpse and murder him. Hilarious. Which spoof I posted on my own personal blog, which post was not linked in this august forum, where I no longer posted. Well, one of the mods from here went there, read the post in question and was so appalled that he initiated a vote to have me banned from here. I know this because I got a number of blog hits from a referring page in a hidden moderators forum called “Vote – to ban - fun” which page contained a link to the offensive post. Got that? A mod from here voluntarily read my blog and was so upset by what he saw that he tried to get me banned from a site where I no longer posted and in the process invited any number of other readers – and let’s face it this place has nearly as many moderators as it does posters (ed note: I was once asked if I’d consider being a moderator here) - to read the offensive post in question. Long story short I was not banned and neither did I disinter Lavin the elder.)
What really happened re my absence was that I was being stalked by a pompous gasbag who posted here because I was continually taking the piss out of him to the delight of my many fans. I’m not going to name him but suffice it to say that all his posts read like they were being declaimed by a featured after dinner speaker at the Racoon Lodge, complete with witticisms from the Bennett Cerf joke book: and then Sir Launcelot said I wouldn’t send a knight out on a dog like this. Lol. Unable to hang this poster first started using a picture of my mail box as his forum avatar. Creepy,right? Around the same time I began getting hang up calls from numbers in the 516 area code; Floral Park I think or maybe Valley Stream. Finally this gray haired church goer sent me a DM saying that he knew where my wife worked. Which it turned out he did. Which I took as a bit of a threat, to do what I don’t know, but I wasn’t looking to find out. I mean sure, Missus fun has a brown belt and carry permit, but still. When I complained to Paul about this dragging of my saintly wife into it Paul postulated moral equivalence between me sticking a pin in an online gasbag and threats against my family – the gist of his response was something like you two kids cut it out – at which point I asked Paul to delete my account, which he graciously agreed to do. That’s why I don’t post here anymore.
The remaining fake news in no particular order.
Class of 72 didn’t plagiarize my posts to “smoke me out” or whatever he said. He plagiarized them because he’s a petty thief. He went to my blog, copied what I wrote, rearranged a few words and posted it here under his own by line. The only reason I found out – again I no longer posted here – was become someone told me. And he never knew my father, that was the stalker. Poster ctstorm knew pater as well, well enough to call him Vinnie, which even my dopey mother didn’t call him.
To the poster who referenced my game recaps, thanks. I went back and read a bunch of them yesterday and I can say with all humility that it's some of the finest sports writing to come out of NYC since Damon Runyon. It totals ~ a quarter million words and some of it – particularly the notes sections – is gold Jerry, gold. Today of course every nitwit with a mouth uses it to offer hot takes on their very important podcast where they often interview other very important podcasters about their very important podcasts; and every moron with opposable thumbs has a blog replete with every hack cliché in the book: games are tilts and contests; successful players have coming out parties. It’s nauseating: Steve Serby wouldn’t climb out of a puddle of his own puke to edit garbage copy like that. But back then there was just me - unless you count hacks like Brazziler and Vacarro and why would you - which is why I’m a national treasure. Or was anyway.
Regarding which my boon companion Monte notes that I’m just as acerbic as ever and that maybe I’ve gotten better with age. Agree to disagree. If by acerbic Monte meant bitter, then yes: as my favorite serial killer Carl Panzram said, I wish that the whole human race had one neck and I had my hands around it. OTOH I’ve certainly lost a few MPH off my fast ball. We’re not yet in Willie Mays territory – Mays, who’d be universally acknowledged as the greatest baseball who ever lived, if only he’d been born white – getting ignominiously conked on the head with a fly ball in Shea Stadium circa 1973, but we’re getting there.
Which despite all of that I still have some detractors, like the philistine who “can’t understand why fun is getting so much support.” All I can say is: pearls before swine. I’m smart and I’m funny and I can write the balls off a squirrel at thirty yards. If you can’t see that – as distasteful as you might find me otherwise - you’re dreary and a dullard. And consider: if you remember something hilarious I tossed off off the cuff ten years ago, whereas I couldn’t pick you out of a line-up, what does that say about you. As the French say, de gustibus non disputandum est.
Three slaps with a wet noodle to Austour, who when mentioning a band I play in called The Weasels, posted a link to a different band called the Weasels, the latter being an atrocious 80’s punk band from LA, where the former has been - according to Wikipedia, so you know it must be true – “compared ... to Frank Zappa and Steely Dan.” For those of you wondering we’re still wasting our time making records and still sell six or eight a year to our fan base, which comprises mainly acne scarred neo-anarchists in the former East Germany.
Speaking of music, to the poster who said that “Carmine from the other board” had bad taste in trumpet players, I’m sure he does, he has bad taste in nearly everything, but that particular exchange had to do with saxophone players. What happened was that I had in one of my BEB monkeyshines mentioned my admiration for the late great tenor player Michael Brecker, opining that a case could be made that he was the greatest tenor sax player ever. Wait, what about Charlie Parker Carmine said. Charlie Parker, I replied, was an alto saxophone player, he practically invented the modern alto saxophone. To prove me wrong Carmine posted a picture of Charlie Parker holding an alto sax, maintaining that it was a tenor. Carmine, I said, I am a professional saxophone player with a degree in the saxophone, I know the difference between alto and tenor saxophones. But Carmine would not be dissuaded. He went on to postulate that his opinion – the untutored opinion of an imbecile who couldn’t tell one saxophone from another – was as legitimate as mine re the art and as proof postulated that a case could be made that he sang opera as well as Rene Fleming. Wow I thought, this guy is exquisitely stupid and I’ve ignored him since. (Ed note: In the last century I lived for bit with a guitar player who romanced Dame Fleming for a couple of months. Every time I see her at the Met I recall the sound her head made as it banged against his headboard, which was in the neighbor hood of D flat, or depending where you are in the circle of fifths, C sharp.
Re my pal MJMaherJr, whose gustatory tastes I sometimes question, I had last summer for the first time a lobster roll and have to admit it was delicious. That it was however is not reason enough to put mayonnaise on shellfish. Consider: if you put a dram of Drambuie and several ounces of fine scotch in a shaker with plenty of ice and having bruised it pour it into a stemmed glass garnished with a lemon peel (that’s a Rusty Nail for those of you scoring at home), is it delicious? Yes. But all you’ve accomplished in he end is defiling a couple of ounces of fine scotch. I mean first it’s lobster and mayo and then it’s scotch and Drambuie and before you know it the Visigoths are at the gates threatening Pope Leo. Well, Maher may be a barbarian, but I’m not. No I say, a thousand times no.
Finally, with all this reminiscence going on, I wonder what happened to a favorite moderator of mine called LMF, who I notice doesn’t post here anymore. Once a while back in the off season LMF created a 64 poster bracket pitting poster against poster in order to determine who was the finest poster in all the land. I went out in the first round – at least I lost to Maher. LMF, being the modest sort, only made the final four, where he succumbed in the semi finals – I forget who won - no doubt based upon basketball acumen like that displayed in this quote, which I read now and again when I’m feeling blue:
I am completely satisfied that the program is in the best hands it has been in for over 20 years with A.D. Cragg and Coach Anderson… It seems to me that this staff has a clear idea of how they want to build the program and how each season fits into that plan [and] Anderson seems to have a clear vision of what sort of players he wants to add to the program, how to develop them, and what sacrifices he needs to make to [bring] in players with fewer stars next to their name and [turn] them into studs
Studs indeed.
So that’s that. I’ll be fornicating off again shortly until you all mention my name another three times. See you in the funny papers.
First of all and foremost, I was never banned from this or any other site for that matter. The people love me and site owners know that I drive traffic, this thread being a case in point. I'm the golden goose. Why slay me?
(Not that certain moderators didn’t try. My favorite attempt was after Lavin's father died. I got so sick of him dragging poor Cap’s corpse into every conversation as an excuse for his pathetic performance, as if he were the only creature in God’s green earth that had ever lost a parent (see also histrionic personality disorder), that I wrote a spoof, the gist of which was that I’d like to find out where Cap was buried so that I could dig up his body, reanimate his corpse and murder him. Hilarious. Which spoof I posted on my own personal blog, which post was not linked in this august forum, where I no longer posted. Well, one of the mods from here went there, read the post in question and was so appalled that he initiated a vote to have me banned from here. I know this because I got a number of blog hits from a referring page in a hidden moderators forum called “Vote – to ban - fun” which page contained a link to the offensive post. Got that? A mod from here voluntarily read my blog and was so upset by what he saw that he tried to get me banned from a site where I no longer posted and in the process invited any number of other readers – and let’s face it this place has nearly as many moderators as it does posters (ed note: I was once asked if I’d consider being a moderator here) - to read the offensive post in question. Long story short I was not banned and neither did I disinter Lavin the elder.)
What really happened re my absence was that I was being stalked by a pompous gasbag who posted here because I was continually taking the piss out of him to the delight of my many fans. I’m not going to name him but suffice it to say that all his posts read like they were being declaimed by a featured after dinner speaker at the Racoon Lodge, complete with witticisms from the Bennett Cerf joke book: and then Sir Launcelot said I wouldn’t send a knight out on a dog like this. Lol. Unable to hang this poster first started using a picture of my mail box as his forum avatar. Creepy,right? Around the same time I began getting hang up calls from numbers in the 516 area code; Floral Park I think or maybe Valley Stream. Finally this gray haired church goer sent me a DM saying that he knew where my wife worked. Which it turned out he did. Which I took as a bit of a threat, to do what I don’t know, but I wasn’t looking to find out. I mean sure, Missus fun has a brown belt and carry permit, but still. When I complained to Paul about this dragging of my saintly wife into it Paul postulated moral equivalence between me sticking a pin in an online gasbag and threats against my family – the gist of his response was something like you two kids cut it out – at which point I asked Paul to delete my account, which he graciously agreed to do. That’s why I don’t post here anymore.
The remaining fake news in no particular order.
Class of 72 didn’t plagiarize my posts to “smoke me out” or whatever he said. He plagiarized them because he’s a petty thief. He went to my blog, copied what I wrote, rearranged a few words and posted it here under his own by line. The only reason I found out – again I no longer posted here – was become someone told me. And he never knew my father, that was the stalker. Poster ctstorm knew pater as well, well enough to call him Vinnie, which even my dopey mother didn’t call him.
To the poster who referenced my game recaps, thanks. I went back and read a bunch of them yesterday and I can say with all humility that it's some of the finest sports writing to come out of NYC since Damon Runyon. It totals ~ a quarter million words and some of it – particularly the notes sections – is gold Jerry, gold. Today of course every nitwit with a mouth uses it to offer hot takes on their very important podcast where they often interview other very important podcasters about their very important podcasts; and every moron with opposable thumbs has a blog replete with every hack cliché in the book: games are tilts and contests; successful players have coming out parties. It’s nauseating: Steve Serby wouldn’t climb out of a puddle of his own puke to edit garbage copy like that. But back then there was just me - unless you count hacks like Brazziler and Vacarro and why would you - which is why I’m a national treasure. Or was anyway.
Regarding which my boon companion Monte notes that I’m just as acerbic as ever and that maybe I’ve gotten better with age. Agree to disagree. If by acerbic Monte meant bitter, then yes: as my favorite serial killer Carl Panzram said, I wish that the whole human race had one neck and I had my hands around it. OTOH I’ve certainly lost a few MPH off my fast ball. We’re not yet in Willie Mays territory – Mays, who’d be universally acknowledged as the greatest baseball who ever lived, if only he’d been born white – getting ignominiously conked on the head with a fly ball in Shea Stadium circa 1973, but we’re getting there.
Which despite all of that I still have some detractors, like the philistine who “can’t understand why fun is getting so much support.” All I can say is: pearls before swine. I’m smart and I’m funny and I can write the balls off a squirrel at thirty yards. If you can’t see that – as distasteful as you might find me otherwise - you’re dreary and a dullard. And consider: if you remember something hilarious I tossed off off the cuff ten years ago, whereas I couldn’t pick you out of a line-up, what does that say about you. As the French say, de gustibus non disputandum est.
Three slaps with a wet noodle to Austour, who when mentioning a band I play in called The Weasels, posted a link to a different band called the Weasels, the latter being an atrocious 80’s punk band from LA, where the former has been - according to Wikipedia, so you know it must be true – “compared ... to Frank Zappa and Steely Dan.” For those of you wondering we’re still wasting our time making records and still sell six or eight a year to our fan base, which comprises mainly acne scarred neo-anarchists in the former East Germany.
Speaking of music, to the poster who said that “Carmine from the other board” had bad taste in trumpet players, I’m sure he does, he has bad taste in nearly everything, but that particular exchange had to do with saxophone players. What happened was that I had in one of my BEB monkeyshines mentioned my admiration for the late great tenor player Michael Brecker, opining that a case could be made that he was the greatest tenor sax player ever. Wait, what about Charlie Parker Carmine said. Charlie Parker, I replied, was an alto saxophone player, he practically invented the modern alto saxophone. To prove me wrong Carmine posted a picture of Charlie Parker holding an alto sax, maintaining that it was a tenor. Carmine, I said, I am a professional saxophone player with a degree in the saxophone, I know the difference between alto and tenor saxophones. But Carmine would not be dissuaded. He went on to postulate that his opinion – the untutored opinion of an imbecile who couldn’t tell one saxophone from another – was as legitimate as mine re the art and as proof postulated that a case could be made that he sang opera as well as Rene Fleming. Wow I thought, this guy is exquisitely stupid and I’ve ignored him since. (Ed note: In the last century I lived for bit with a guitar player who romanced Dame Fleming for a couple of months. Every time I see her at the Met I recall the sound her head made as it banged against his headboard, which was in the neighbor hood of D flat, or depending where you are in the circle of fifths, C sharp.
Re my pal MJMaherJr, whose gustatory tastes I sometimes question, I had last summer for the first time a lobster roll and have to admit it was delicious. That it was however is not reason enough to put mayonnaise on shellfish. Consider: if you put a dram of Drambuie and several ounces of fine scotch in a shaker with plenty of ice and having bruised it pour it into a stemmed glass garnished with a lemon peel (that’s a Rusty Nail for those of you scoring at home), is it delicious? Yes. But all you’ve accomplished in he end is defiling a couple of ounces of fine scotch. I mean first it’s lobster and mayo and then it’s scotch and Drambuie and before you know it the Visigoths are at the gates threatening Pope Leo. Well, Maher may be a barbarian, but I’m not. No I say, a thousand times no.
Finally, with all this reminiscence going on, I wonder what happened to a favorite moderator of mine called LMF, who I notice doesn’t post here anymore. Once a while back in the off season LMF created a 64 poster bracket pitting poster against poster in order to determine who was the finest poster in all the land. I went out in the first round – at least I lost to Maher. LMF, being the modest sort, only made the final four, where he succumbed in the semi finals – I forget who won - no doubt based upon basketball acumen like that displayed in this quote, which I read now and again when I’m feeling blue:
I am completely satisfied that the program is in the best hands it has been in for over 20 years with A.D. Cragg and Coach Anderson… It seems to me that this staff has a clear idea of how they want to build the program and how each season fits into that plan [and] Anderson seems to have a clear vision of what sort of players he wants to add to the program, how to develop them, and what sacrifices he needs to make to [bring] in players with fewer stars next to their name and [turn] them into studs
Studs indeed.
So that’s that. I’ll be fornicating off again shortly until you all mention my name another three times. See you in the funny papers.
Larry Wright
Well-known member
Now it’s a Party!
Though as much as I enjoy the Fun experience, his basketball opinions remain highly questionable.
Though as much as I enjoy the Fun experience, his basketball opinions remain highly questionable.
This thread is restoring the feeling
If the team isn’t gonna provide any entertainment might as well get it popping on here
Fun post is awesome but now I want the poster who was stalking him to be outed for my own curiosity sake lol
If the team isn’t gonna provide any entertainment might as well get it popping on here
Fun post is awesome but now I want the poster who was stalking him to be outed for my own curiosity sake lol
let "The Fun" Begin
Larry Wright
Well-known member
I do agree with Fun about Lobster Roll thing
Mayo on shell fish is a no go
If have to eat a Lobster Roll, the butter is only way to go.
Mayo on shell fish is a no go
If have to eat a Lobster Roll, the butter is only way to go.
There are a few rare exceptions while I’m definitely a butter guy
Larry Wright
Well-known member
Weird thing is as cantankerous as Fun is, he was one of the only Norm holdouts and now happy with Anderson….
Fun Fun Fun
Active member
The only reason I like Anderson is because I now actively root for St John's to lose every game and mostly he obliges me. He's otherwise the worst coach in my lifetime. I hope they keep him forever.
