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Congratulations to B.A. and Jenn on becoming parents early Friday, Oct. 5.
Emma Lynn Flanagan was born at 12:23 a.m. weighing it at 7 lbs. 2 ounces and measuring 20 1/2 inches.
I’m happy to report their were no complications during delivery and any flannel the baby was planning on bringing into the world was left inside the womb.
Reports out of Columbia City indicate that the baby, apparently, has no tolerance to Jack Daniels and tragically hates Winnie the Pooh.
More baby photos:
Back in our college days at Ohio State, B.A. and I partied till the sun came up on a number of occasions.
There were many evenings that turned into mornings right before our eyes as the sun peaked over the horizon.
On some of those instances we had good excuses, whether it be after hours parties that just never died or knowing that we’d have to wake up at 6 a.m. for kegs and eggs prior to an OSU home game anyway. And it made more sense just to stay up all night than to wake up hung over at 5:30.
But more often then not, we would just sip on our cans of Natural Light and bullshit till the wee hours of the morning for no particular reason whatsoever.
My fantasy football league’s draft was Saturday afternoon and as expected, nobody drafted Michael Vick.
Not even Duff, a guy know for making some questionable picks (Vikings running back Adrian Peterson in round two this year).
Vick was a top 10 quarterback last season. Apparently killing a couple dogs will ruin your career worse than a torn ACL.
He has been suspended from the NFL indefinitely, which is a shame for an owner who would have otherwise drafted Vick. He earned a respectable amount of points in fantasy and played for a team that probably would have been a playoff contender.
Continue reading ‘Nobody Drafts Vick In Fantasy Football League’
B.A. and Jenn learned their baby is a girl and have decided to call her Emma Lynn Flanagan.
This means that I was wrong with my prediction that they would have a boy and I will have to return my sleeveless flannel shirts to Wal-Mart in favor on baby clothes plastered with Winnie The Pooh graphics.
This is Emma’s face:
This is Emma’s arm:
“Fort Wayne, Indiana! Wow, my career’s REALLY taking off.”
A stand up comedian opened his show with that line Saturday and I laughed my ass off.
If you went to visit B.A., you would understand.
Let’s just say the city’s about 10 years behind the times.
But in its defense, mullets (shown right), cougars and pimps all come together and seem to get along.
Maybe it’s because Piere’s is the only club in Fort Wayne. I’m still not sure.
“Cougar,” to describe an old single woman prowling the bar scene, is a relatively new term to me and I don’t know if it’s supposed to have a negative connotation or a positive one — like “milf” for example. For this post mean it as a pure insult.
Two weeks after B.A. & Jenn’s last ultrasound, the multiplying duo returned to the doctor for a new round of glamour shots.
This time baby Flanagan looks less like the sonar signature of an Akula-class submarine and more like something that will one day have a signature of another kind. One can almost make out individual arms and legs.
Now, whether she’ll give birth to a baby B.A. or a baby Pokémon is still up in the air.
Previously: A New Hope, Bad Ass Soldier.
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