fitzroybowiedog
Diminishing Returns.
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I've decided to let you all snatch a glimpse of the relationship between myself and the dashing pantskyle. These are some of the private correspondence we've been sending to each other over the last few months.
April 12th, 2014, BJO
Dearest pants,
I’m sitting here under the tree on the hill at the BJO, remember, where we first met, @Fred’s Barbeque n’ Chudz on the left, @Volta’s new fancy sausage sizzle on the right, the beautiful lush green grass ahead of me. It’s all pretty solemn here, not sure whether the mist just won’t lift, or whether it’s just my misty eyes. It’s been a rough few days, Eddie Murphy tried to keep things jovial and fun last night at the B&F, but, I don’t know, things just feel different. Season 17 started with such promise, we burst out of the blocks, and left everyone in our wake. We were playing champagne football. We were the team to beat. It’s amazing how the wheels can fall off sometimes. I thought mid-season, when I saw you push through the doors into the change room, your number 23 in hand, that this was going to be it, it was going to be our year. I’m still not sure how things ended up the way they did.
We always knew you were only back for a short time, but it was definitely going to be a good time, the gang was back together. Off field we were flying, but then things started getting rocky on field. Our form started wavering, we stuttered, and ultimately we ran out of steam. You know all this, you were there. It was so nice to have you back. I’m sorry I was mean and distant, it was hard to know you were going to leave again, for this new fancy team, with all its flashing lights and slot machines.
And then the ruours started circling that Broken was leaving too, that he was the mastermind behind it all, if you were my creepy uncle in the SFA, then Broken was my cool, hipster uncle, but thankfully you were both going to be in the SFA, so I would get to see you occasionally. Then the last 2 weeks happened. Starting with @Ed_Gein’s retirement on the eve of the finals, I probably didn’t spend as much time as should have with Ed, but he will be missed, his stories about his run ins with the law in the 50s and his tales about <content removed for legal reasons>. And then the loss, after the way we started the year, it was a tough pill to swallow to lose against IMS and the Hawks. The day is such a blur, all I can hear is that stupid team song and that two legged horse running around. Such a tough way to end the year.
We all needed time, we had 5 days to drink, let it all out, get away from it all, and then regroup for the B&F. I heard you started packing your things for Vegas, Mooch hit the booze and pills hard, kept seeing him wandering about town in his slippers and robe, Fred went on a fishing trip, I think, but didn’t take his rod and headed towards the RSL, not sure what he was fishing for, and me, I just wandered about the BJO, analyzing all the mistakes I had made throughout the year, stressing about things that should have been. Really need to get my psychologist to up my anxiety meds.
And then the B&F night, all back together, the singing, the laughs, the dancing, the ladies, the boys, ohh it was such a fine evening. Eddie was such a brilliant choice, can’t believe he was available, still amazed that Reardo fit into that vinyl suit and that Eddie let him. And then Broken got up, I still remember the hush, could feel the atmosphere shift, And then he said it. He was leaving, not to the Bears, but for good. I couldn’t handle it.
I don’t remember much after that, I remember running for ages. I remember people calling my name. I remember falling asleep. And now I am here. Writing this too you. I hope you get it in time. Before you leave again.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Yours
fitzroybulldog
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April 15th, 2014, Las Vegas
Beloved FB,
I won't lie, as I write this tears are dropping on the paper, you can see the small dots that once housed liquid from my eyes. I'm in my office at Caesars Palace sitting on my $15'000 leather chair made from the hind of a white rhino and my desk smells of rich mahogany. I've wanted to pen a letter to you for a long time but could never pluck up the courage. I thank you for biting the bullet and being the bigger man in this.
I do miss Brunswick and the BJO, Fred always knew how to cook the perfect BBQ and just thinking about it makes me moist in the mouth area. What a season it was with all the ups and downs. I never thought I would grace the halls of the retirement home again but the QOOTY gods work in mysterious way and deemed it so that I would. When I agreed to join Broken in his quest to get the Bears back I never thought for a moment it would happen just before agreeing to move back. Those QOOTY gods can be cruel mistresses as well. I sit here in Vegas attempting to assemble a team worthy of the Bears and Las Vegas. Each passing day I continue with negotiations. The final hurdle being acceptance into the league. I so desperately wanted to bring you with me but Broken and I made a pact to not take from the Roys.
What a night the B&F was. Reardo was in fine form and I am not ashamed to admit that I peed a little when he danced with that obese dwarf lady, I hear she is pregnant. It was great having one last night with the boys. I knew what was happening when Broken made that announcement but I still weeped. It hurt losing him from the bid but more importantly from the league. I still check in on him every now and then but it's hard to pinpoint where he is. He is traveling all around the world.
FB I am very glad the Roys are in good hands, Reardo, Fred and yourself are all passionate enough to keep the team on the right path and Freakie is... well.. Freakie is also in the team. Tell 3KZ to keep bombing them long and for Cheetah to see a doctor about that rash, I like skyping with him but he must start wearing underwear.
Will hopefully see you soon
Forever your friend
pants xxx
More to follow.......
April 12th, 2014, BJO
Dearest pants,
I’m sitting here under the tree on the hill at the BJO, remember, where we first met, @Fred’s Barbeque n’ Chudz on the left, @Volta’s new fancy sausage sizzle on the right, the beautiful lush green grass ahead of me. It’s all pretty solemn here, not sure whether the mist just won’t lift, or whether it’s just my misty eyes. It’s been a rough few days, Eddie Murphy tried to keep things jovial and fun last night at the B&F, but, I don’t know, things just feel different. Season 17 started with such promise, we burst out of the blocks, and left everyone in our wake. We were playing champagne football. We were the team to beat. It’s amazing how the wheels can fall off sometimes. I thought mid-season, when I saw you push through the doors into the change room, your number 23 in hand, that this was going to be it, it was going to be our year. I’m still not sure how things ended up the way they did.
We always knew you were only back for a short time, but it was definitely going to be a good time, the gang was back together. Off field we were flying, but then things started getting rocky on field. Our form started wavering, we stuttered, and ultimately we ran out of steam. You know all this, you were there. It was so nice to have you back. I’m sorry I was mean and distant, it was hard to know you were going to leave again, for this new fancy team, with all its flashing lights and slot machines.
And then the ruours started circling that Broken was leaving too, that he was the mastermind behind it all, if you were my creepy uncle in the SFA, then Broken was my cool, hipster uncle, but thankfully you were both going to be in the SFA, so I would get to see you occasionally. Then the last 2 weeks happened. Starting with @Ed_Gein’s retirement on the eve of the finals, I probably didn’t spend as much time as should have with Ed, but he will be missed, his stories about his run ins with the law in the 50s and his tales about <content removed for legal reasons>. And then the loss, after the way we started the year, it was a tough pill to swallow to lose against IMS and the Hawks. The day is such a blur, all I can hear is that stupid team song and that two legged horse running around. Such a tough way to end the year.
We all needed time, we had 5 days to drink, let it all out, get away from it all, and then regroup for the B&F. I heard you started packing your things for Vegas, Mooch hit the booze and pills hard, kept seeing him wandering about town in his slippers and robe, Fred went on a fishing trip, I think, but didn’t take his rod and headed towards the RSL, not sure what he was fishing for, and me, I just wandered about the BJO, analyzing all the mistakes I had made throughout the year, stressing about things that should have been. Really need to get my psychologist to up my anxiety meds.
And then the B&F night, all back together, the singing, the laughs, the dancing, the ladies, the boys, ohh it was such a fine evening. Eddie was such a brilliant choice, can’t believe he was available, still amazed that Reardo fit into that vinyl suit and that Eddie let him. And then Broken got up, I still remember the hush, could feel the atmosphere shift, And then he said it. He was leaving, not to the Bears, but for good. I couldn’t handle it.
I don’t remember much after that, I remember running for ages. I remember people calling my name. I remember falling asleep. And now I am here. Writing this too you. I hope you get it in time. Before you leave again.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Yours
fitzroybulldog
____________________________________________________________________________________________________
April 15th, 2014, Las Vegas
Beloved FB,
I won't lie, as I write this tears are dropping on the paper, you can see the small dots that once housed liquid from my eyes. I'm in my office at Caesars Palace sitting on my $15'000 leather chair made from the hind of a white rhino and my desk smells of rich mahogany. I've wanted to pen a letter to you for a long time but could never pluck up the courage. I thank you for biting the bullet and being the bigger man in this.
I do miss Brunswick and the BJO, Fred always knew how to cook the perfect BBQ and just thinking about it makes me moist in the mouth area. What a season it was with all the ups and downs. I never thought I would grace the halls of the retirement home again but the QOOTY gods work in mysterious way and deemed it so that I would. When I agreed to join Broken in his quest to get the Bears back I never thought for a moment it would happen just before agreeing to move back. Those QOOTY gods can be cruel mistresses as well. I sit here in Vegas attempting to assemble a team worthy of the Bears and Las Vegas. Each passing day I continue with negotiations. The final hurdle being acceptance into the league. I so desperately wanted to bring you with me but Broken and I made a pact to not take from the Roys.
What a night the B&F was. Reardo was in fine form and I am not ashamed to admit that I peed a little when he danced with that obese dwarf lady, I hear she is pregnant. It was great having one last night with the boys. I knew what was happening when Broken made that announcement but I still weeped. It hurt losing him from the bid but more importantly from the league. I still check in on him every now and then but it's hard to pinpoint where he is. He is traveling all around the world.
FB I am very glad the Roys are in good hands, Reardo, Fred and yourself are all passionate enough to keep the team on the right path and Freakie is... well.. Freakie is also in the team. Tell 3KZ to keep bombing them long and for Cheetah to see a doctor about that rash, I like skyping with him but he must start wearing underwear.
Will hopefully see you soon
Forever your friend
pants xxx
More to follow.......
