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Update- Got results of bone scan. Bad news; the cancer has spread to my left arm (my arm had been aching for the last few weeks). The good news is, they don't have to amputate it. That's a big relief, I was very, very worried about that. I start radiation treatments tomorrow. They will treat both my lung and my arm. Wish me luck, and please continue saying prayers for me. I am very grateful I get to keep my arm, but I'm still pretty scared about all this.

They're gonna score some runs tonight. And Samardzija's pretty good. On paper, it looks like they should beat us. But if they don't, that's gotta demoralize them, especially with Shoe going tomorrow.

Currently? Well, for the last 2 games, I'll go with Gordon Beckham. I think it's pronounced Gor-DON. Salas has been outstanding.

Pretty damn frustrating, the last 2 games, especially losing on a wild pitch. The offense continues to sputter, although you have to give Lester some credit for yesterday. I hate watching us lose to Chokeland. But since we suck with the bats right now, we're pretty evenly matched with them, and somebody gotta win. As tempting as a knee-jerk reaction is, I refuse to project my hatred of our current record against them, or my hatred of our offensive non-productivity, into the rest of the season or the playoffs. Too many things can happen. You know that.

Update- met with my doc. I need 2 more tests, a brain MRI and a bone scan, to determine if the lung cancer has spread to those areas, before treatment can begin. If I'm lucky, it has not. Then they want to start me with 2 weeks of radiation to help me breathe better. After that, they want to hit me with radiation and chemo concurrently. Sounds like a fun time, yes? This is scary shit. But I'm gonna do it anyway. Part of me wants to get the ball rolling now, the other part wants to enjoy not feeling the side effects as long as I can. But I know whatever I'm in store for is gonna happen in God's time, not mine. Love you guys. Keep them prayers a-comin' please... -Mike ps- Found out my oncologist (who grew up in NY) is a Mets fan. "Of course, I hate the Yankees". I have now connected with him on a new level.

Never forget who they are and what they are, regardless of who is in their lineup- they are the stinking vile putrid unclean Chowds, AKA the ultimate human filth. It does not matter what their record is (although their current status brings me unbridled joy), it does not matter what our record is. They MUST be destroyed, obliterated, terminated with extreme predjudice. This is a must-win. You know that. Die Chowds, DIE !!! Uh, who the f*ck is Brennan Boesch?

Love = emotional investment = hate. Our current 1st place standing is fragile and vulnerable. As such, if we are overtaken by Chokeland again, the hate will return. Love- "This team rocks! Incredible bullpen and we gots Trout. 1st place, bitches". Hate- "How the hell is this collection of chokers in 1st place? When you suck as much as _____ and _____ do, it don't seem possible, but there we is. I'll take it". Kinda how my head works...

Hey guys- Just wanted to check in a bit, it's been a while, yes? First of all, my apologies for not posting of late. I had been busy with work (2 jobs) and caregiver duties for my mother, who passed away in April, moving, and other stuff going on. These were also the main reasons why I didn't make it out to spring training this year. I hated that. The medical stuff is very recent. Here's the deal, long story shortened- last Friday, shortness of breath. Went to 19-inning game against the putrid stinking white flag tossing bottomfeeding Chowds on Saturday. While walking from stadium to car after, got winded and had to stop twice. Put in a call to my doc Sunday. Saw him Monday, he sent me to hospital. They started running tests. Tuesday, the doc came in and told me I have lung cancer "somewhat advanced." He looked sad. Said it's 7 centimeters, upper left lung, pushing down on bronchial tubes which partially collapsed the lung, causing the shortness of breath. Said they will know more after the biopsy on Wednesday. That was the worst day of my life until Thursday. He came in and told me stage 3, not operable, into lymph nodes. He also said if aggressive chemotherapy and radiation are successful, it would give me a year/year and a half to live. Not sure how to describe what it was like to hear that. Friday, they ran 2 more tests, and finally sent me home. I will be very honest with you- I think I'm still in shock. I have very, very raw emotions. I have chosen not to censor them. So the tears and snot have been flowing rather freely. I am very scared. I'm scared of dying, the treatment, not getting treatment, you name it. I'm grieving the loss of my health, also known as feeling sorry for myself. I'm told this is a normal reaction for anyone in my shoes. I wouldn't know. I've cried more this last week than the last 10 years. The biggest reason for it is the tremendous outpouring of love and support that has come my way. I have a vast network of friends who are absolutely unbelievable. A few of them have been through cancer treatments, and will be holding my hand when I start next week. Others have visited me, brought me stuff, and fed me. I got prayers flyin' my way from Arizona, Nevada, Montana, Tennessee, New York, etc. I am loved and cared about, in a very big way, it seems. I can feel it. Which brings me to you guys... I was fortunate to discover AW some years ago. And through games, fanfests, spring training, etc., I've been able to meet many of you. From the mondo strikeout game with Blarg, playing cards with Brandon, winning my Oppo Taco shirt, playing softball, watching Adam wielding the broom as he led the conga line at Throwbacks after we swept the stinking Red Sux, composing Squintfest threads and film reviews, to the infamous (but hilarious) exchange with Arte, etc etc. I have excellent memories that will last the rest of my life, however long that is. Sometime during last week, I was made aware of this thread. A good friend read some of it to me in the hospital. And wouldn't ya know, I started cryin yet again. It blows me away that you guys care this much for just another diehard Halos fan you don't know that closely. I am humbled and blessed. You guys have touched my heart. THIS is what AW does best, at least in my experience. I'm off for 4-5 days, then the "ugly stuff" starts. Yup, I'm pretty scared, but I'll do it anyway. I'll try to post updates if possible. For now, keep them prayers coming, and let me thank all of you once again from every part of my heart (especially Eric, Patti, Mancini, AO, Derek, and Tank, who reached out). AW frickin rocks. And how bout my beloved Halos right about now? First place, bitches... Love you guys, -Mike PS- May as well throw in some humor- Besides the 2 main docs who consulted with me, there was a 3rd doc who did the actual work- draining lung fluid, the biopsy, and installing the Porta-Cath. This guy was a little weird, so I liked him. During the biopsy, I was lying face down on the table. After it was done, the nurse said I need to slide over to the gurney for transport back to my room. Being a smartass, I said "Nah, I'll just sleep right here". Then I heard the doc say "You go right ahead. I'll shove this proctoscope so far up your ass, you won't know weather to sh*t or go blind. Sweet dreams". It was only time I busted up laughing last week. Just thought I'd throw that in.

Out-f'ing-standing!!!!! Way to go, Haystack!!!!

This is a must-win. So let's go hit!

Jerry says "We're not in a position as an organization, nor is there enough pitching in the industry, to prejudge." There was enough, but we didn't get Garza or Burnett or Arroyo or Price, did we? Not happy at all with this "rotation". It seems that having Skaggs, Richards, and Santiago (or Blanton or Mulder) as our 3-4-5 is a big and unwise gamble. After watching the playoffs last year, it's even more obvious how critical starting pitching is for any team, regardless of their lineup. Don't see how these guys match up, but they're who we're stuck with for now. Hope I'm wrong.

I hated this episode. It was ugly and disturbing, not to mention painfully graphic. I had a tough time with it, admittedly because this show as a whole has been so well written, directed, acted, and photographed, that I became emotionally invested. At least they tied up all the loose ends, except the baby, which is not that compelling a storyline. But this episode, and what happened to Brody, was horrific.

Me too. But since disgusting entities like the Red Sux do exist, hatred is not only appropriate, but should be encouraged. If you are an Angels fan and do not hate the Red Sux, then your parents have done something wrong. They cannot be allowed to win the World Series. This would be bad for the game. It would only perpetuate the sense of entitlement these cockroaches already possess. "Boston strong"? Only the Red Sux would glom onto a bombing that maimed and killed people, and make it all about them by cutting it into their outfield grass. This kind of exploitation is even more classless than having Dave Henderson pirouette at home plate before we stomped them in 2009. They have got to be stopped. They must be exterminated. Terminate. With extreme predjudice. Let's go Cards! Die Chowds DIE!!! Human filth...

It seems that Saul does not want Dar Adal to know anything about the secret arrangement with Carrie, or anything else for that matter. An enemy to be? I agree that the daughter subplot is unecessary and hard to watch, although I love Jessica's line "leave it to my daughter to fall in love in a psych ward".

Hamiltoe

It doesn't matter. What does matter is that the stinking vile putrid Red Sux are exterminated. Terminate with extreme predjudice. Worst case scenario is a World Series with the chowds and doyers. This is my worst nightmare. I despise the doyers and hate the chowds with every fiber of my being. In fact, I dream of dead red sux washing up on the beach, their bloated stinking carcasses rotting in the sun, with No. 9 pencils jammed into their eye sockets. Die, chowds. DIE!!!!!! Lets go Cards. And lets go whoever wins tonight.

So Saul threw Carrie under the bus in front of Congress. But earlier in the restaurant scene when she screamed at everybody, he said he would not do that. I think Saul's got a plan. Gonna be interesting to see how Quinn reacts to accidentally killing the kid. I'm happy Carrie's off her meds. The more manic she is, the more work she gets done. And the repercussions are always fun, as we saw last night.

I've posted this before, but it bears repeating, since some of you didn't listen last year.... Although it is a time-honored American tradition, please DO NOT insert any M80's in cats butts and light the fuse. It is disgusting, cruel, immoral, and wrong! Don't do it! But if you absolutely must, at least be sure to wear protective goggles. Always remember- safety first.

As long as the destruction involves the NY Wankers, it's worth it.

They say the coverup is always worse than the crime. But not this time.

Since most prisons have good weight training programs, I doubt Aaronthal will have any problem with butt-f**kers. Also, does this arrest mean that Tebow moves up on the tight end depth chart?

He has taught cheetahs how to run. His handshakes are the envy of all Freemasons. The 1st base bag has sought therapy due to abandonment issues. He is always credited with a double.... when he bunts. On road trips, female security require him to frisk them, before boarding. When he keeps his eye on the ball, the ball blinks first. The "play that never works" always works for him. When he is called out on strikes, it is recorded by St. Peter, for use when the umpire dies. He has never adjusted himself. When he pats teamates on the back, they cite it in salary negotiations. 4 5ths of the Earth's surface is covered by water. The rest is covered by him.

I was there as well. Definitely a great game, except for Hanson pooping away the first 2 innings. Epic comeback. But I'll stop way short of declaring it a catalyst for wins to come. We've had several of those already, and it hasn't carried over at all. Momentum's only as good as the last win. How about we stop making predictions, and just watch and see what happens?

The problem is, he is NOT doing it. Thus, we all know the meaning of "Hamilton sucks."

As I said last year in this same thread- hell NO.