<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:21:18.193-06:00</updated><category term='Good Times'/><category term='Failure is not an option'/><category term='Dog days of Summer'/><category term='Friends..................'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='unless........'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Brian's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Here are my gentle musings and masterful bon mots about a very fake radio show.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6093852430293674576</id><published>2011-12-21T21:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:47:30.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Truly Bizarro Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>Yep! It's that time of year already... Christmas is nigh upon us. This here blog is meant for giggles, smiles, knee slaps and the like! If you or your loved ones ever get offended by anything written, then please grow up and remember everything is not about you!! Also, for continuity's sake, please read all the other Bizarro Christmas blogs from the years past. It will make all this drivel more sense, even for you Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Cast-&lt;br /&gt;Starring:&lt;br /&gt;Brian as Brandt&lt;br /&gt;Christy as Chrystal&lt;br /&gt;Mandy as Mindy&lt;br /&gt;Rohan as Rod&lt;br /&gt;Troy as Richard&lt;br /&gt;Becca as Becky&lt;br /&gt;Featuring:&lt;br /&gt;Tiffani as Trixy&lt;br /&gt;Cameo Appearances by&lt;br /&gt;Juanell as Juanita&lt;br /&gt;Grandma as MawMaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all the loose ends have been tied up, on with the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: hey babe! you know what we should do for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: what is that? How about we all go Twilight Breaking Dawn??&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: ummm no!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: well, it was only a suggestion!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: and a good one at that hon! how about.......&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: why don't you ever call me by my name?? instead of babe and hon??&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: (looking utterly dumbfounded and simply confused) I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: I mean my name is Chrystal, no babe, or hon, or sweets or.....&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: ok, ok! sorry!!! Chrystal, how about....&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: (has her mom, Juanita, on the phone) mom, you there?&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: HELLO! Chrystal, you there??&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: Mom, I'm here, hang on I got a question!&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: I'm in the vortex, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: you answered your phone in the vortex??&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: yes, why? (muffles sound, inaudible, tells stranger: ok, thanks)&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: I have a quick question, do you think it is weird that Brandt only calls me by babe, or hon, or somesuch?&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: Chrystal, just let him do that I think it is sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: *sigh* ok, Mom, gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: I do too, I have my Silver Sneakers I need to get to. bye!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: ok, bye! (hanging up the phone)&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: wait, I got.....&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: how about we do a gift exchange this year? we haven't done that in years.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: yeah, that sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: hello!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: hey girl! so what is the big plan for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: well we are going to do a gift exchange this year. you in?&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: sure!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: I'm going to send out a tweet to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: but I don't have a twitter account!!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: umm ok, but everyone is using it now instead of facebook. but I'll send one there as well to.&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: (claps and giggles) ok!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Rod: Mindy, are we going over to Brandt and Chrystal's this year for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: yes, why?&lt;br /&gt;Rod: because, every time we go Brandt has to rub it in my face about beating me in basketball!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: Rod, that happened, like in June..&lt;br /&gt;Rod: I know, but I'm still a little sore and all...&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: we'll have fun.. maybe you can beat him in a staring contest!&lt;br /&gt;Rod: no! already tried....&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: wait, you mean you already....&lt;br /&gt;Rod: yes!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: ok all the tweets and facebook messages have been sent!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: good CHRYSTAL!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: oh yea! see you did it...&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: whatever makes you happy babe!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 24 6:30pm----------- at the Peters/Robinson residence&lt;br /&gt;Mindy and Rod arrive with gifts and tuna fish salad&lt;br /&gt;Richard and Becky arrive with gifts and Shiner Bock&lt;br /&gt;Trixy and her new beau Jeremiah arrive with gifts and a keg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: welcome one and all. Trixy, why dont you introduce to us your new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Trixy: everyone, this is Jeremiah, he is Vice President of the Dallas DJ Association.&lt;br /&gt;everyone oohh's and aahh's.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: ok, Chrystal has prepared a fine feast for all!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: yes on the menu this year is, gluten free mac and cheese, house salad, grilled tilapia, with fudge for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Mindy wipes the drool from her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Richard opens up the Shiner for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Rod: Richard, I don't drink but thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Richard: (under his breath to Becky) watching your figure are we??&lt;br /&gt;Rod: what was that Richard?&lt;br /&gt;Richard: O, nothing, just whispering sweet nothings to my wife!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: well y'all have 2 kids, why not more!!!?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: (sees this is not going good) ok, well lets get our plates!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal is still on her very rigid 3-3-2 minute breakdown on the fish.&lt;br /&gt;20 seconds she yells!&lt;br /&gt;everyone forms left..&lt;br /&gt;with much grubbing and table talk Brandt motions for everyone to the living room&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: Brandt, why motion us, the living room is 5 feet from the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: are you always like this??&lt;br /&gt;Rod: (steps in) like what?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: hey, Rod, hows your basketball game coming?&lt;br /&gt;Rod walks away in a huff&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: ok, everyone ready?&lt;br /&gt;Mindy claps and giggles for no reason&lt;br /&gt;Trixy: Mindy, do you need to go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: no, why? (continues clapping and giggling)&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: ok, I suggest everyone open all together!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt/Mindy/Rod/Becky/Richard/Trixy/Jeremiah: no lets open separately!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: ok, if I had to slave in the kitchen for all you to come over here, eat, not clean up, and eat all my fudge, we're opening gifts together!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt calms the masses and agrees!&lt;br /&gt;Richard drinks a Shiner and says: I'm with the majority!&lt;br /&gt;Trixy: ok ok! fine...&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah: let me mix up some Christmas jingles...&lt;br /&gt;Beastie Boys Christmas Rock is lightly playing the background&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: good selection Jeremiah!&lt;br /&gt;Becky looks at Richard and asks: who is this playing?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;all gifts have been opened and here is the rundown&lt;br /&gt;Brandt received Dallas Cowboy hoodie&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal received an Ulta gift card&lt;br /&gt;Richard received a Shiner Bock wall clock&lt;br /&gt;Becky received a Target gift card&lt;br /&gt;Trixy received a tree hammock&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah received a fedora&lt;br /&gt;Rod received a indoor basketball&lt;br /&gt;Mindy received a Sammy the Starfish Tuna autograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: what the heck??&lt;br /&gt;Rod: Mindy, lets not be ungrateful!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: I mean, I don't even like tuna!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal is already halfway our the door on her way to Ulta...&lt;br /&gt;Brandt and Richard discuss Brandt's new Cowboy hoodie&lt;br /&gt;Richard sets the time on his Shiner Bock clock&lt;br /&gt;Becky has Target dollar signs racing through her head&lt;br /&gt;Trixy is instagramming her hammock&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah is pulling a Tony Romo with his fedora and continues to spin his DJ mix cd's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: well, I'm glad everyone had a good time! Merry Christmas.......&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: TUNA, really??&lt;br /&gt;Rod bounces the basketball between his legs and dribbles it off his knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone packs up and says their goodbye's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandt looks around and is humbled by such great friends and a even better wife!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: babe, I have a gift for you right here!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal pulls Brandt in for a very wifely kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. any similarities in character or personalities was not intended. if you were offended or hurt, please call 1-800-idon'tcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading another award winning edition of a Truly Bizarro Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6093852430293674576?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6093852430293674576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6093852430293674576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6093852430293674576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6093852430293674576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2011/12/truly-bizarro-christmas-2011.html' title='A Truly Bizarro Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-7935746391720318309</id><published>2011-08-12T15:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:50:34.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Our Lives</title><content type='html'>*now that it seems that our fake radio show, The Superfriends, has been canceled, lets see what our friends are up to these days*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aboard flight 93 headed to Australia-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is snoring and drooling in her seat as Rohan catches up on some highlights from the Dallas Mavericks NBA championship win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy (snore, drool, burp)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: man this Dirk guy is good! (wonders to himself, again why did I lose to Brian in basketball)&lt;br /&gt;flight attendant: excuse me sir, can you tell your wife to quiet down please? she is causing a ruckus!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (embarrassed) sure no problem. hey Mandy, (nudges her) quiet down, your embarrassing me.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;flight attendant: excuse me sir, can you please wake you wife, she is snoring something fierce!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (nudges) Mandy, wake up!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (semi-awake) what, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: you're snoring too loud!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy wipes the drool from her mouth and continues sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan puts his earbuds in and fires up some Metallica.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy awakens to the said Metallica blaring from Rohan's head phones and screams, "Rohan, you're being too loud!"&lt;br /&gt;Rohan slumps in his chair as knows they still have 18 hours left on their flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-back in the great state of Texas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crickets, leaves rustling, the sound of hot ensues-&lt;br /&gt;Brian in a little girls voice, "Christy it is too hot!"&lt;br /&gt;Christy: no it's not!&lt;br /&gt;Brian checks his phone for a weather update, and it is a sweaty 108.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: babe, it is 108!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian, man-up! put your big boy panties on and help me with this tent.&lt;br /&gt;-Christy and Brian are in LLano Texas, camping for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Brian mutters under his breath, "it's too hot!"&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what was that Brian??&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I said it is er, um, I need a shot! (looking like death warmed over)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: once we put up the tent we can go climb the Rock! (the rock is called Enchanted Rock)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: but, I need my xanax to kick in first!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (sigh) well get after it then, mama, needs to go on a hike...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (mutters) don't tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: throws the poles at Brian and you make the tent, I'm going for a run!&lt;br /&gt;Brian is left standing with a heap of tentness and has no clue what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Christy is seen running out on a rocky trail for her daily run.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I wish we were staying in Fredericksburg, this is silliness!&lt;br /&gt;5 yr. old boy camper: hey, you need some help mister?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: with what? oh this, nah, I can handle it!&lt;br /&gt;5 yr. old camper: doesn't look like it, let me help.&lt;br /&gt;5 yr. old camper proceeds to put up the tent post haste.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wait, let me help those poles are heavy!&lt;br /&gt;5 yr. old camper ignores Brian and puts up the tent and wanders back over to parents campsite.&lt;br /&gt;Brian looks on in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;the little boy can be seen giving his dad a hi-five and throws a football back and forth with him.&lt;br /&gt;Brian sits in a heap of sweat and embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;Christy has returned from her jaunt and is amazed that Brian has put the tent up all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: good job babe!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: but, I didn't....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what, it looks good!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you're not hearing me...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: just take a compliment, geeze!&lt;br /&gt;Brian takes his xanax and is ready to climb Enchanted Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-meanwhile in the burbs of North Richland Hills-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy is seen playing with kids and his wife Becca come into the room all excited!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Troy!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Troy with baby toys tossed to and fro, "yes dear"&lt;br /&gt;Becca: I'm pregnant!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what??? again???&lt;br /&gt;Becca: yes!!! (in joyous hysterics)&lt;br /&gt;Troy is left to ponder how and why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flight 93 has landed in Geelong, Australia-&lt;br /&gt;Rohan awakens Mandy and they leave the airplane&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan, do you ever think about our fake radio show?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, we just got back home! it's not even been 24 hours....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I know I know, but it was so much fun working with Brian and Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well, I've had enough of the Texas heat, Brian beating me repeatedly in basketball, and being away from home...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well, it just seems like we could figure something out about it!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: like what?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: maybe we could do it still, like an overseas show.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, lets go please. I have some fishing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: alright! (looks longing out the car window, as they drive to their house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-back at Enchanted Rock-&lt;br /&gt;Christy and Brian heave to and trice up the side of the Rock&lt;br /&gt;Christy: see babe, you're a beast!&lt;br /&gt;Brian sheepishly looks around and notices he is about 3/4 of the way to the top&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you know what? I'm well past the point that Mandy has hiked up here! (triumphantly proclaims)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes you are dear! she stopped way down there. (points back down the rock)&lt;br /&gt;Brian races his beautiful wife the remaining steps to the top&lt;br /&gt;Christy: see hon, you did awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Brian boldy thrusts his arms in the air and Christy sheds a tear for hubby's great accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;Brian and Christy share a quiet moment and Brian whispers to her,"wonder if we could revive our radio show?"&lt;br /&gt;Christy: but, Mandy and Rohan are in Australia?? and I have a real, I mean, new job...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: just a thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-back in North Richland Hills-&lt;br /&gt;Troy is seen cleaning up the toys and rocks baby Chase to bed&lt;br /&gt;Becca has been nonstop on the phone telling all her friends about her impending pregnantness&lt;br /&gt;Troy looks out the window and ponders what it will be like not technically directing the Superfriends radio show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-at Enchanted Rock-&lt;br /&gt;Brian and Christy pack up from their eventful weekend of camping and hiking. while driving out of the park, they turn the radio on and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voodoo Child&lt;/span&gt; by Jimi Hendrix is playing....&lt;br /&gt;Christy looks at Brian and Brian back at Christy, and they both give a knowing nod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Geelong, Australia-&lt;br /&gt;Rohan turns on the radio and catches the tale end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voodoo Child&lt;/span&gt; by Jimi Hendrix and Mandy is giggling at the memories of the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* tune in next time as we rate and debate what will happen next *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight LLano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-7935746391720318309?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/7935746391720318309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=7935746391720318309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7935746391720318309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7935746391720318309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2011/08/days-of-our-lives.html' title='Days of Our Lives'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6976274004010906868</id><published>2011-08-10T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:41:57.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era?</title><content type='html'>*it has been almost a year since we last heard from the Superfriends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while digging through piles of dirty clothes, I have unearthed audio which sounds like the last days of the Superfriends broadcast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan, where is my bucket of tuna??&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, we are not packing tuna to take with us to Australia!!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (looking confused) yes, yes we are...&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ummmm, no we aren't! they have tuna in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy looks for her tuna bucket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-meanwhile at the Peters/Robinson residence-&lt;br /&gt;Brian awakes from his sleep to a bountiful heap of kittens&lt;br /&gt;Brian: arghhhhhhh! what the ................&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (comes running in the room) what happened? did you fall off the bed again?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looking unamused) no! what is this? (pointing to the 2 little hair balls of kittens)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (kicking the ground with her foot) what? these cute little guys??&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes! where did they come from?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: babe, if I have to explain where kittens come from then......&lt;br /&gt;Brian: not funny! we are not keeping kittens here??&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (makes a sound never ever heard before) YES WE ARE!&lt;br /&gt;Brian looking over at these 2 mops of mess as they bat playfully at each other&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looking at his beautiful wife) ok.....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yippee! (does the happy dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-meanwhile back at the Buck residence-&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, does Brian still have my basketball?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yes, remember that was the prize when ya'll played last!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, ok! don't have to rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (picks up phone) hello!&lt;br /&gt;on the other end is Christy&lt;br /&gt;Christy: helloooo ledddeee! can you believe this is our last fake radio show??&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (all verklempt) I know.. and we are moving back to Australia!&lt;br /&gt;Christy drops the phone and stands in silence&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hello, hello, Christy!!&lt;br /&gt;*dialtone is heard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approximately 10:47am&lt;br /&gt;final pre-show run through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: everyone here??&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well, Rohan went to go buy another basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: hey Brian, did you hear something?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hon, that is Mandy talking.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy's jumping up and down, wondering why Christy didn't hear her or see her even though she has phone book to sit on&lt;br /&gt;Christy: can we get on with this, I have some really money to make!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy's still waving at Christy&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mandy, she is ignoring you!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy slumps in a heap and eventually slides of the phone book onto the floor&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, guys where is Troy? we can't do our final show without my trusted longtime friend.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yes we can!&lt;br /&gt;Christy is busy throwing darts at her Glenn Becksized poster&lt;br /&gt;unbeknowing to the crew, Troy has tweeted that today he will not be coming to the finale.&lt;br /&gt;his twitter handle is, #youcan'thandlethis. it tweets that he will be having lunch at the new In N' Out burger in Ft. Worth.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: but that doesn't open til September!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy looks up the exact date of the opening and notices a story about a line already forming.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, we will just have to make do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blasting through the sun baked studios is Jimi Hendrix's  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VooDoo Child&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all to the last edition of the Superfriends 93.8.&lt;br /&gt;Christy is seen pulling the darts out of Beck's face on her wall poster&lt;br /&gt;Brian: on tap today, we have social media in sports, the upcoming Cowboys season and kitten talk.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: kitten talk??&lt;br /&gt;Christy: kitten talk!!! I'm on it.....&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, while Christy gets her material together, lets take a few phone calls, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: line 1, you're on...&lt;br /&gt;line1: hey Mandy, please turn your cell phone on, I have been trying to call you. our plane leaves earlier than I thought!!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan!! are you serious??? I'm on my way...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wait, what about the sho......&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: sorry, I have to go, we can't miss our flight!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is seen running out of the studio with tuna bucket in hand, yelling out for Rohan, that she is on her way.&lt;br /&gt;Christy is now ready for kitten talk.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: babe, can we postpone this please. Mandy and Rohan are gone. Troy is AWOL.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wait!! did you have me get all these pictures and whatnot of these cute little kittens and now I'm being told to wait???&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (defiantly) yes!&lt;br /&gt;Christy leaves in a huff, looking at her kitty pictures and heads home to snuggle up to her 2 new baby kittens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is left all alone with none of his *Superfriends* not knowing that it would end like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to go out in a whimper, he reaches for his stash of Metallica cd's and plays them violently as he eats left over spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-all that can be heard is Metallica's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad But True&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6976274004010906868?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6976274004010906868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6976274004010906868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6976274004010906868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6976274004010906868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-of-era.html' title='End of an Era?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-1924871335328530176</id><published>2010-12-23T20:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:10:54.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Truly Bizarro Christmas 2010 Edition!</title><content type='html'>Hello one and all! It is that time of year again. It's time for my joculary edifying Christmas story! This is my 5th year of time wasting, er I mean, blogging about all things Christmas. If you have not read my past posts, then you truly have not lived. Truly! Anyways on with the show. What I do each and every year is blog about my life and friends in a bizarro world of gift giving and most importantly gift receiving. Remember friends, this is fake, not to hurt feelings but too giggle and guffaw!&lt;br /&gt;I bring to you A Truly Bizarro Christmas 2010!&lt;br /&gt;my cast of strong:&lt;br /&gt;Brandt played perfectly by Brian&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal impersonated quite hot by my wife Christy&lt;br /&gt;Mindy portrayed by aloof, but funny little friend Mandy&lt;br /&gt;Rod aka Rohan (Mandy's australian husband)&lt;br /&gt;Richard aka Troy (Brian's best friend of the last 23 years)&lt;br /&gt;Becky aka Becca (Troy's very very pregnant wife)&lt;br /&gt;Tripp aka Trey (Brian's HS friend)&lt;br /&gt;making a cameo appearance-&lt;br /&gt;Juanita aka Juanell (Christy's mother)&lt;br /&gt;MawMaw aka Grandma (Brian's sainted grandmother)&lt;br /&gt;now that all of the introductions and needed bathroom breaks are out of the way lets get this party started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandt walks in the bedroom as Chrystal drools on her pillow while laying in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: Chrystal! it is 11:30am....&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: will you give me a wakey back massage?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt obliges. to Chrystal's disgust she asks, " Two hands!!!!" Brandt does as asked.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt tells Chrystal: guess what I have?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: what? another wrestling dvd??? (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: guess!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: I hate guessing, just tell me!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: I have a lottery ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: and?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: I have a good feeling about this...&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: is this the same good feeling you had about your Longhorns and Cowboys this year? (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: nooooooo! (he scratches furiously away at the ticket)&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: ughhh... will you answer that please!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: no, I'll let it go to voice mail.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: what if it is important?&lt;br /&gt;the phone is on its fourth ring&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal finally answers the phone and it is her mom Juanita&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: hello.&lt;br /&gt;Juanita (already talking) did I wake you?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: no, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: just seeing how my dear daughter is doing.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: mom, let me call you back Brandt is beating my down with some lottery ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: need me to call the police?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: what? no!, I'll call back!&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: ok, bye...... hey real quick!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal (dial tone)&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: WOOHOOOOOOO! I won, I mean we won!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal (not impressed) what did we win?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: we won a million dollars!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: really!!!!! (quickly jumps up and does the running man)&lt;br /&gt;Brandt (grabs his newly bought I-phone): I'm gonna call Richard!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt frantically tries to call Richard but he is not answering.&lt;br /&gt;Richard and his wife Becky are in transport to the local hospital. Becky's water has broken and she is ready to give birth to their new baby boy. The boy's new name is Christopher Brian Matheny.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt leaves a voice mail and tells Richard he has great news.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: bro, I have won a million dollars!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*ding dong*&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: will you get that hon?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt in a joyous skip to the door answers and it is Mindy and Rod.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: well hello there my commoner friends!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: what?&lt;br /&gt;Rod: ready for a basketball game?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt smugly looks down on his friends and says. "Mindy, Chrystal is in there (pointing to the bedroom) and Rod my good ol' chap, I don't have time for basketball today, I need to go collect my check.&lt;br /&gt;Rod: what check?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: you wouldn't understand!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt leaves post haste.&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: Chrystal, what has gotten into Brandt? what is the cheese again?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: he says we won the lottery!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: oh wow! really? how much?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: one million dollars!!&lt;br /&gt;Rod (eavesdropping): what?&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings on Brandt's cell phone* ring ring.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt can't hear it due to the blaring Metallica in his car. Tripp leaves a voicemail about a funny story about the cops putting out fake lottery tickets to dupe people into thinking they won so they would go collect only to get snared by the police.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt giddily runs into the store to claim his prize only to be engulfed by the fine uniformed officers of Dallas. it seems Brandt forgot to pay a ticket that is now outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal meanwhile is preparing for their Christmas feast. MawMaw has arrived and brought the turkey and dressing. (just the way Brandt likes it)&lt;br /&gt;Mindy is seen tasting the dressing with her fingers, while Rod has turned on the t.v. to watch the Mavericks.&lt;br /&gt;Richard and Becky are proud parents of a new bouncing baby boy! new name is Chase Raider Matheny.&lt;br /&gt;Richard: great job honey!&lt;br /&gt;Becky: thank you...&lt;br /&gt;Richard: do you think Brandt will be offended that we didn't name Chase after him?&lt;br /&gt;Becky: I don't really care, he still hasn't paid for that Christmas tree ornament from the Longhorn game in 05'.&lt;br /&gt;Richard: duly noted!&lt;br /&gt;back at the Peters/Robinson abode-&lt;br /&gt;Rod is seen snoring on the couch with maverick basketball playing in the back ground.&lt;br /&gt;Mindy is still tasting the dressing and turkey with her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt is sitting in Lew Sterrett (a Dallas jail) waiting to make his one call. It seems a very buff Jerry Wayne from Mesquite is hogging the phone talking to one of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal is back at home setting the table wondering where her mom is. *phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;Juanita: Chrystal, I'm on my way. sorry for being late but I.....&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: mom it is ok, but I'm really busy here just come on over....&lt;br /&gt;Brandt finally makes his one phone call. He calls his wife and gets an immediate voice mail.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal it seems has put her phone on silent.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt can't believe his bad luck. The officer comes to bring Brandt to the waiting cell. Brandt sits next to Jerry Wayne who winks at him knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal/Mindy/Rod/Juanita and MawMaw all gather around the Christmas feast and say their blessings to Santa Baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Mawmaw: "asks where Brandt is?"&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: He has a huge surprise for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;-while back at Lew Sterret- Brandt is seen in the fetal position sobbing uncontollably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! bye 2010....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-1924871335328530176?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1924871335328530176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=1924871335328530176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1924871335328530176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1924871335328530176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2010/12/truly-bizarro-christmas-2010-edition.html' title='A Truly Bizarro Christmas 2010 Edition!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5827547925619524588</id><published>2010-03-12T17:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:54:25.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfriends Spring Break Edition!</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: what's new....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey, I lead a hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: O, Mandy, give it a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why are you in a bad mood? did Brian beat you in another game of basketball??&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (schlumps shoulders and vomits in mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey Christy, we need to discuss finances tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I have a date with 24 Hour Fitness tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I didn't ask....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (gives Brian the one fingered salute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;Brian: first.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: means I was first in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: first!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mandy, Brian beat you this time.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: are we still doing this ridiculous game?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you're just sore from our last bball game! 11-2 brotha....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: can we get on with the show run down...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes please, my life hangs on everything Superfriend. (looks on lustily at her new Twilight poster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix wails through the Superfriends studio.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all to another vomit inducing, forehead slapping, back aching edition of the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: vomit inducing? I promise not to vomit today.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: guys we are already late on our run sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ladies, calm down calm down.&lt;br /&gt;Christy/Mandy: we are calm!&lt;br /&gt;Brian; well, while you girls get calm, today's show brings hilarity, professionalism, and most of all e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: ok chief, I have a list of emails for our segment.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wait a minute! you said I could answer e-mails today!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (shoos Troy away) yes, well we will introduce our new segment today called what's in Christy's Bag?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: bag? I don't have a bag!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: it is radio lingo, work with me here.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: so what am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: you could get me some tea and ding dong cake.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: you said I didn't have to get you stuff if we were at work!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: can we move this along please....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (gives Troy the stink eye)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (gives Mandy the flamingo gun)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (gives Troy the Russian leg sweep)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (gives Mandy the Polish hammer)&lt;br /&gt;abruptly-Christy's song is played-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's in Christy's e-mail? what's in Christy's email?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looking at Christy), did you like your music? I did it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (not amused) sure babe.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: up first, we have an email from Scooter in Portland Oregon. Scooter asks, "Christy, thanks for the guided tour of Olympic Park. my question is, why didn't your husband come with?"&lt;br /&gt;Brian: guided tour?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes, thanks for using my e-mail Scooter, I toured some indiginous Oregonians in return for some gluten free treats. my hubby couldn't make it because of his fear of heights, flying and living in general...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: bahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: who rattled you cage Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: sore are we Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: about as sore after beating you in a game of one-on-one basketball!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: score!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: lets see here, we have another question from Matt. Matt asks, "how did you become such an accomplished writer?"&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I taugh......&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well Matt thanks for asking. it took lots of hard work, many a year and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: good answer Christy!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I'm a good writer with no formal education.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: now I understand!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (gives Rohan the throat slash sign)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: I think we have time for one more question.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: one more??? we just started!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: well we have Nolan Ryan in 2 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Nolan Ryan!!!! what has he done????&lt;br /&gt;Brian/Troy: (slaps forehead)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well our last question comes from, Juannyyy. she asks, "my sweet girl, when are you going to call or come by? love mom!"&lt;br /&gt;Christy: MOM, I said I would call when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: giggle!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Troy, don't you have some beer to drink!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: beat you to it, I'm on my 3rd one already.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: bro, it is only 12:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: drunk!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what was that Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I said, krunk.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: why would you say krunk?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: giggles!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that segment went as well as a dolphin trainer feeding whales at Sea World.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian, that was uncalled for!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: about as uncalled as Stabler and Benson not getting together on Law And Order SVU.&lt;br /&gt;*breaking news*&lt;br /&gt;Brian: aww man, we must have some breaking news...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: that is why the breaking news sounder was played.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: seems like we have won 2 tickets to tonights Mavericks game.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well well well. I undoubtedly will take one of those.&lt;br /&gt;Troy/Rohan: ohhhh, please take me!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: don't look over here bub, me and Mandy have plans.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, Troy/Rohan, you guys flip a coin or something.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (leans over to Christy) what plans?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (whispers) work with me here, ok!&lt;br /&gt;coin is tossed slowly in the air, Rohan looks on lazily. Troy looks on in a glaze.&lt;br /&gt;coin hits the earth and the winner is---------------- Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (does the running man)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: stuff it, I didn't want to go anyways!&lt;br /&gt;mandy: but Ro..... you said you wanted to go....&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: shhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mandy, lets bounce!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: how????&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (grabs Mandy by the arm)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (details the night of Mavs basketball with Troy)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (is seen eating ding dong cake with his hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for another cluster of an edition of the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan sits in his chair surrounded by ding dong carnage watching the Mavs.&lt;br /&gt;Brian gets elected to shoot 3 pointers at halftime to win $10,000!&lt;br /&gt;Troy gets lost returning to his seats to watch Brian win $10,000.&lt;br /&gt;Christy/Mandy get pulled over for speeding 75 in a 55!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5827547925619524588?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5827547925619524588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5827547925619524588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5827547925619524588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5827547925619524588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2010/03/superfriends-spring-break-edition.html' title='Superfriends Spring Break Edition!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-8843496094755800973</id><published>2010-01-24T22:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:57:49.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Considered!</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian, I bought my ticket for New York!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow, so you're really going?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I told you I need a vacation, bad!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I said we could go to Austin again.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: sweetheart, I love Austin, and I like road trips but I need to go somewhere new and exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok. (with a glum look on his face)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you can come with.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: babe, you know I can't!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you can. can't couldn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (stares in oblivion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting:&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok guys, I have the runsheet for the show.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mandy, remember we said we would free wheel it from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well I changed the plans.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I'm the only one who can do that, it says so in my contract!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: where is Christy?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: she is in New York.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I know, left me all alone. I have to feed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I feel ya bro.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (gives Rohan the evil eye) wish I would have known, I would have gone with her.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: can we get the show going please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child is thumping through the Superfriends studios.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all to another side splitting edition of the world famous Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: excuse me Brian, but don't we just broadcast a few block radius from here.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: lets not split hairs here, we reach plenty of our loyal fans.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: so what is on the show today?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: slow there Rohan, let the game come to you.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: where is Troy and Trey?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well Troy has baby duty this morning and Trey has the day off.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: we get days off?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mandy, he begged ok!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well on our special guest hotline we have Jerry Jones, owner of the Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (lol) well this should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (knowing this could get ugly with Mandy's distaste of the Cowboys and the owner, motions to Rohan to turn down Mandy's mic)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy (thinks she is asking Jerry a question but isn't)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: good morning Mr. Jones!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones: good morning to ya. How bout them Cowboys!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: indeed, I'm proud of our boys.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: you gonna get rid of that spare Roy E. Williams?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (mortified) OMG! I'm sorry, disregard that last comment.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones: ok, well, I have and I will, certainly disregard it!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy (screaming into turned off mic) why won't you answer me!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: it's been almost 21 years since you have owned the Cowboys, how great is that?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones: well it is, and has been great! certainly, we can do more and we will!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: you guys are a joke, with no punchline!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Rohan! for the love of all....&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones: well, I better go and I will do just that!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (schlumped shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (just now figuring out her mic was turned off) who turned off mic?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan/Brian: (both point at the other)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well it was probably for the best, he is a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: anyways, what is next?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well since that was an unexpected guest, we have my momma!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: thought we were going to talk hunting and fishing?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well it is not on my runsheet!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: how about we talk Mavs?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: now you're talking..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok, we could talk about your man-crush on Dirk, Brian.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey we all have our man crushes, right Rohan?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: dude seriously, that's gay!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: are we gonna talk Mavs?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well my momma is here. she wants to talk ding dong cake.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan/Brian: OK!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: this segment is brought to you by The Office on Thursdays 9et./8ct on NBC.&lt;br /&gt;Momma Pegues: Jesus loves you!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: enlighten us on the recipe for ding dong cake. (pen ready)&lt;br /&gt;Momma Pegues: I don't give away those recipes.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan/Brian: Mandy, you said......&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well thank you  momma for coming by, we'll be over later! (winking, ushering her out of the room)&lt;br /&gt;Momma Pegues: (hurriedly says before door shuts) bye, Jesus lo.....&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: we have a special caller on line 2.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: line 2 caller go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;line 2: hey guys, hows it going?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Christy, my sweet sweet dear friend!&lt;br /&gt;Line 2 caller (Christy): am I on the air?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: yes.&lt;br /&gt;line 2 caller (Christy): I asked to not be on the air.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey babe, how was the flight?&lt;br /&gt;line 2 caller (Christy) I'll just call back, my ferry to the Statue of Liberty is about to take off anyways. love ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: call me...&lt;br /&gt;line 2 caller (Christy): (click-dial tone)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: wow, how cool is that, Christy called from NYC!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (depressed that Christy is gone)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: suck it up big boy, you could have gone!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (schlumps)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, give the old chap a break! wanna go play a game of bball, again! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (in a depressed shaken voice) I better go.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: O come on!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, he seems genuinely upset.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I know what can cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what? anything????&lt;br /&gt;Brian: The Office reruns...&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: oh good grief!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (whispering) it is ok Rohan, he'll be asleep in 20 minutes anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, cool.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: with that, we sign off with another informative and funny episode of the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (secretly takes No-Doz to keep him awake for The Office reruns)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: goodnight and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, Brian is seen carrying can of peanuts and a block of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Momma Pegues is hoarding her ding dong cake!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan is cleaning his fish knife.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is opening a can of tuna. (Mandy likes tuna)&lt;br /&gt;from afar in NYC, Christy is reveling in her New York vacation bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-8843496094755800973?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/8843496094755800973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=8843496094755800973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/8843496094755800973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/8843496094755800973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-things-considered.html' title='All Things Considered!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-7676251189834390174</id><published>2009-12-22T16:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:29:09.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Truly Bizarro Christmas 09' Edition</title><content type='html'>welcome one and all to another side splitting edition of  A Truly Bizarro Christmas. I'm working on my 4th year of this annual tradition. I love me some tradition! Christy on the other hand likes pumpkin pie and the Twilight books/movie. Go figure! Like every year this blog is made for giggling and laughing but usually ends up offending and alienating. I try my hardest but just like my paycheck it is never enough. My cast of strong and plentiful is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian aka Brandt (to the slow and weak, this is me)&lt;br /&gt;Christy aka Chrystal (my year and 4 month wife)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy aka Mindy (long distance "friend")&lt;br /&gt;Rohan aka Rod (Mandy's long suffering husband)&lt;br /&gt;Troy aka Richard (long time close to home friend)&lt;br /&gt;*joining the cast*- due to viewer complaints&lt;br /&gt;Becca aka Becky (Troy's better half)&lt;br /&gt;Trey aka Tripp (Brian's HS friend)&lt;br /&gt;Liz aka Beth (Trey's significant other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now that the minutia and whatnot is out of the way, on with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12:30 pm at the Robinson/Peters residence (Robinson had to go first in the introduction b/c of legal mumbo jumbo and to appeasement of Christy)&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: Brandt! Brandt! are you awake yet?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: yes dear! why are you yelling?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: honey is not yelling, I'll let you know when I yell. have you finished you part of the decorating and preparedness of food?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: (with a beaten down look) yes, I put the tree up, did the dishes, folded the clothes and laid out the food.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: ok, I'll make the pie then. can you make the bed real quick????&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: (about to sit down and relax before guests come over) I guess!!&lt;br /&gt;*door bell rings*&lt;br /&gt;Richard and Becky are at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: Brandt, will you get that?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: I'm, I'm making the bed!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: (peering out the window) it is Richard and Becky, they are YOUR friends!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: (opens the door) hey guys, how goes it? (takes their coats)&lt;br /&gt;Richard: not bad bro, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Becky: wow, this is one small place!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: (looking downward) yeah well it has been a rough year financially.&lt;br /&gt;Richard: (moving things along) ummm, lets see the living room shall we!&lt;br /&gt;Becky: hon, we are standing in it, can't you see!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: ok, well here is our home, why don't ya'll have a seat.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: (emerging from the kitchen) hey guys, sorry, I have to get this pie a baking.&lt;br /&gt;*door bell rings*&lt;br /&gt;Brandt without hesitation answers the door and Mindy, Rod, Tripp and Beth all arrive together.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: wow, you guys all arrived together!&lt;br /&gt;Tripp: (wearing a Texas Tech sweater) thanks for stating the obvious there chief!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy races in and gives Chrystal a huge hug and in doing so knocks over the pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: (in slow motion) nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Rod and Brandt giggle!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy is seen sobbing and wiping snot from her sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: it is ok Mindy I'll just make another one.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: but you said you would make a chocolate pie???&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: well we can't do that now can we! momma has to have her pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;Becky: what is all the commotion?&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: I knocked over the pumpkin pie, I feel awful!&lt;br /&gt;Becky: it is ok, we brought one.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: oh really, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: is it gluten free?&lt;br /&gt;Becky: why would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Richard: (intercedes) hon, Chrystal can't eat anything with wheat or flour?&lt;br /&gt;Becky: (struggling to comprehend) so you can't eat gluten and Brandt can't fly?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: well I can but I choose........&lt;br /&gt;Richard: (directing his wife into the living room) lets go have a seat in here.&lt;br /&gt;Rod: hey you see the Yankees won the World Series?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: dude they suck?&lt;br /&gt;Tripp: (joins in) Wreck Em!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: tap the brakes there boss, the Longhorns are for real!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: (seeing this will not end very well) ok, lets eat!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy claps furiously!&lt;br /&gt;the spread of food is on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Beth: where are we suppose to sit?&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: I thought this year we could go buffet style and sit in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: good idea there!&lt;br /&gt;Rod: as long as I get my fair share.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: well guests first. (eyes the dressing)&lt;br /&gt;food is put away fast and furious. belts are unbuttoned and moaning/groaning is heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: ok, well lets do the gifts&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: yes, Mindy wanna help me pass them out!&lt;br /&gt;Richard: ummm, (looking nervous) we forgot our gifts in the car! (elbows Becky)&lt;br /&gt;Richard and Becky run to the car and feverishly write a check.&lt;br /&gt;Rod: I love gifts!&lt;br /&gt;Beth: Christmas time is for our Lord and Savior!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: well lets play some Christmas music shall we!&lt;br /&gt;Tripp opens his gift and to his disappointment has received a Longhorn coffee mug.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: giggles!&lt;br /&gt;Richard opens his gift and is happy to have a Harley Davidson collectors watch.&lt;br /&gt;Becky opens hers and receives leg warmers.&lt;br /&gt;Mindy thinks she will receive a bucket of tuna, so she opens hers and is astonished to not get the bucket of tuna but a bucket of ranch style beans.&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: what tha????&lt;br /&gt;Beth opens her gift and is perplexed as to why someone would give her a book by Al Gore on global warming.&lt;br /&gt;Rod opens his gift which is in a make shift envelope. Rod is depressed that all he gets is a $15 check written in red by Richard.&lt;br /&gt;Rod: dude!&lt;br /&gt;Richard: your welcome!&lt;br /&gt;Rod (leans over to Mindy), we gave him a Harley Davidson watch and all we get is a $15 check!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal opens her gift and to her unabashed and juvenile excitement has received a complete edition of the Twilight Series in book form.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt looks on in pride and a twinge of glumness, knowing her time will be spent reading and he will continue to wash all dishes, fold all clothes and make all dinners.&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: Brandt, open your gift.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: my gift is having all you friends here with me!&lt;br /&gt;a collective air of friendship and togetherness can be felt!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: plus there is no gifts left.&lt;br /&gt;Richard: oh contraire mon frere!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy/Becky/Beth: what in the world does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Richard: work with me here. I did graduate from UNT!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: and?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: what are you getting at?&lt;br /&gt;Richard: well, look outside!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt looks outside and to his amazement he sees a burnt orange 2009 Jeep Wrangler.&lt;br /&gt;Tripp: wow bro, how.....&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: is this for me?&lt;br /&gt;Richard: yes it is, for being such a great best friend for the past 22 years, my parents have co-signed this Jeep for you!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: (crying) OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: I get shotgun!&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: I get back seat!&lt;br /&gt;Beth: can we get to the Christmas caroling?&lt;br /&gt;Brandt: well lets make it quick b/c I'm going to test drive my new Jeep!&lt;br /&gt;within 5 minutes of singing Brandt/Rod/Richard/Tripp are seen jumping in the Jeep and joyriding!&lt;br /&gt;Beth/Becky/Chrystal/Mindy are left to carol on musical harmony!&lt;br /&gt;less than one mile down the street Brandt has been pulled over for speeding and vandalism.&lt;br /&gt;seems like a passenger in the back (named Richard or Tripp) threw an egg out the side.&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a long night for the boys!&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile the ladies are enjoying the new Twilight movie the New Moon!&lt;br /&gt;much teenage giggling can be overheard from the local movie theater.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt rings his one phone call from jail and gets Chrystal's voicemail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading this overly long and drawn out mess!&lt;br /&gt;I thank you and my heart thanks you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-7676251189834390174?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/7676251189834390174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=7676251189834390174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7676251189834390174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7676251189834390174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/12/truly-bizarro-christmas-09-edition.html' title='A Truly Bizarro Christmas 09&apos; Edition'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-3625635570340999155</id><published>2009-11-21T12:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:09:04.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Superfriends!</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan, I'm getting tired of this fake radio show!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: then why do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well because, Brian is a lonely sort and I would feel terrible if I told him I don't want to do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I'll tell him then..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (contemplating hard) ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the Peters/Robinson residence:&lt;br /&gt;6:30 am- Brian is up and cooking Christy breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (snore)&lt;br /&gt;Brian had made the coffee, cut the fruit and toasted the bagel.&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am- Brian leans in and gives his wife a gentle kiss and awakens her with the smell of food!&lt;br /&gt;Christy struggles to wake up and rolls back over. Brian is determined to wake Christy up and wish her a happy birthday with the food he has prepared. Christy stretches and finally opens an eye and sees the plethera of food and drink! Brian is standing with food tray in hand and sings happy birthday to his beloved. Christy has a tear come down her cheek and then swiftly destroys breakfast. Brian is left standing witnessing the ensuing carnage. Christy asks for another cup of Joe'. Brian dutifully saunters back to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Happy Birthday sweets, but I am 30 minutes late for work, so I better run.&lt;br /&gt;Christy lays in her appetite of destruction and falls back fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*before the daily preshow meeting a covert meeting is taking place*&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pegues: well, we have an offer for you.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: we? who is we?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pegues slowly opens the door, to unveil her guests. In steps Mrs. H (Brian's grandma) and Mrs. R. (Christy's mom)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pegues: well it seems like you guys have been spending an awful lot of time doing this fake radio show. So, the three of us have decided take over ownership of the station.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well it seems like you are barking up the wrong tree here, I'm in full and complete control. (rubbing his hands together)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pegues: well we are ready to make you an offer you can't refuse!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Jolly, no amount of free golf passes and free cable can pry me away from my love running this show.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pegues: (looks over at her cohorts, nods)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. H and Mrs. R walk in with a pan of ding dong cake.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pegues; we are prepared to make this for you monthly for the next year in return for ownership of the show!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (without hesitation) DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10;47 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;Brian: where is Rohan?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: where is Christy?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: no clue, but I'm here!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (holds back the vomit creeping up her throat)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, Christy has the day off because it is her birthday, plus she is till sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: o, I see. wait a minute, it is her birthday????&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, didn't you get the text I sent you?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: no, I don't answer texts!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: you mean you don't know how? (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan comes strolling in with a big smile draped across his face.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you're late!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well boys and girls, I have big news...&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what, another defeat at the hands of Brian in basketball?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: wow, Troy, you sure are full of it today!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: can we get to the big news?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: soon, my little friends, soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme song of Dallas can be heard whistling through the Superfriends studio.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmmm, what is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yeah, I was actually learning the words to Jimi Hendrix's VooDoo Child.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well it seems like today is a big day for our little show!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what we get raises?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: for the last time, we get paid?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Rohan, we can't announce such news today because Christy is out taking the day off for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well, that is too bad but the show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;Trey comes in late, carrying the donuts that Rohan asked him to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: donuts!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what are the donuts for?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: to eat, duh! move out of my way.....&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I thought I would treat you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Brian looks out the window to see his grandma, mother-in-law and Mrs. Pegues pull up in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Brian motions to Mandy, but she is to busy scarfing donut holes.&lt;br /&gt;Trey opens the studio doors and in walk the triumvirate of saintedness.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: mamma! (runs to give her mom a hug, but is thwarted because of glazy fingers)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hi grandma, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. H: Brian, open my Dr. Pepper!&lt;br /&gt;Brian obliges.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I would like to announce that I am stepping down as *boss* and respectfully turn the reins over to these three women.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Mandy, they are in charge now! I'm out of here, I have better things to do!&lt;br /&gt;Trey wants to leave with his little buddy but knows he can't.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan, why did you step down?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pegues: well hon, we don't need to go over minor details now. (whispering) Rohan, it is on the table, just make sure to cover it back up!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: so what does this mean for the future of the show?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. H: well you will be getting a real job.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pegues: this show will broadcast once a week instead of daily.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (sobbing) I have worked my whole life for this!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: get a hold of yourself, this is fake remember!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan leaves the building and heads over to the house to partake in his ding dong cake.&lt;br /&gt;Troy makes a smooth getaway and heads down to a local eating establishment to meet his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Trey stays and helps Brian take down all the sports posters and makes way for the lazy boy for Mrs. H, connects the labtop for Mrs. R and places the bible on the table for Mrs. Pegues.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is seen furiously texting Christy, who is getting a chair massage from Hugo and drinking a Starbucks coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: what does this mean for the future of the Superfriends? will Brian recover? will Rohan gain weight from the ding dong cake? those questions and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of the Superfriends as we know it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-3625635570340999155?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3625635570340999155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=3625635570340999155' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3625635570340999155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3625635570340999155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-edition-plus-shocking.html' title='The Superfriends!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6312410890069160855</id><published>2009-10-28T14:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:09:45.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallow's Eve 2009</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, Brian are you ready for our Halloween dress up day?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: that is today?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes, tomorrow is Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, help me get into my Batman costume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at the Buck residence*&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I'm not going as a dead deer..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: oh Ro, it will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: why did Brian get to pick our outfits this year anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well it is on page 41 of his creative clause contract.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (in a huff) I'm going back to Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween preshow meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok lets get a good look at the costumes to make sure they pass the mustard.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Troy is not here yet!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well sweetheart, he was given a few extra minutes to finalize his costume. ok crew explain who you are and why.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: who we explaining to, we aren't on the air yet!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: just roll with it ok!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I'm Dwight Schrute from The Office.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I'm dressed as dead deer with complete blood stains...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I'm Batman!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I'm Xena the Warrior Princess!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (running into the studio) I'm Mr. Hotdog, complete with mustard and footlong hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (vomits on her Dwight Schrute shirt)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: I'm a police officer.. (pow pow)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: see, isn't this great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Munsters theme song is heard eerily playing in the Superfriends studio!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome to a hair raising and goose bump inducing edition of the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok, I got the upchuck off my shirt. I knew I shouldn't have had strawberry waffles this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mandy, we are on the air!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: remember the red light means we are on live!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: dangit!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: anyways, on today's show, we will talk about the history of Halloween, a scary good win by the Cowboys this past weekend and tricking and treating.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: hey bud, but that is only one sports topic, shouldn't we have a few more?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well Troy, tomorrow is Halloween and I thought we could deviate a little here.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: good idea there hon, I have some great info on the evolution of Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: babe, I don't believe in evolution so lets stay on topic...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (smacks forehead)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (in full Dwight regalia including tan shirt, khaki pants and nerd glasses) Fact! Halloween was invented by the devil.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (in full Batman disguise) Holy Moly Mandy, you are grossly misinformed.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (in full police officer get-up) I think Halloween is a marketing ploy to get people to buy candy for their kids and in return make them fat and out of shape!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (in complete Xena attire) Trey, that is the most ridiculous thing I have heard since the making of this fake radio show.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Jeepers Creepers, what is going on here!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Fact! Halloween is a satanic holiday pushed by the occult!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (in full footlong hotdog wear) this has turned into a trainwreck of epic fail!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (is seen playing with her Dwight Schrute bobblehead doll)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why does it smell like blood in here!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (gets up from eating deer jerky, in full dead deer costume accompanied by real live blood) what?? I was told to wear this!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Fact! Brian told him to wear that outfit...&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (twirling his gun) why do you keep saying fact?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Trey, do you not watch The Office?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: no, I work for a living!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well, I think we should call it a wrap, we do have a costume party to get to. thank the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: I can't make it!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: why not? it will be fun...&lt;br /&gt;Troy: well for starters, I am not showing up at a party wearing a hotdog suit.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yeah, you look kind of ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: this coming from someone dressed as Dwight Schrute!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I need a bath! (wiping blood off his face)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, well see you guys tonight! (ends the show with the Xena yell!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after the show*&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Christy, we are still going trick or treating tonight, right?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: only for a little while! (why am I even here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan, I kind of liked dressing up as Dwight, makes me feel smart!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I need a bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy leaves the studio and gets assaulted by juveniles throwing mustard and ketchup packets at him, but Trey is there to assist his good buddy by arresting them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie fone guy: join us next time on 93.8 the Superfriends as we detail the fallout from Halloween 2009. will Brian get to go trick or treating? will Rohan take a bath? will Mandy continue to feel smarter by impersonating Dwight? all answers and more on the next installment of the Superfriends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6312410890069160855?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6312410890069160855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6312410890069160855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6312410890069160855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6312410890069160855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/10/hallows-eve-2009.html' title='Hallow&apos;s Eve 2009'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-4518292886635569891</id><published>2009-10-22T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:37:43.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy: hon, I'm getting tired of doing this fake radio show!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I'm sorry, what can I do to help?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well for starters, we can not do the show!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you think you have all the answers??? (storms out of the room)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: my life is an utter failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:33 a.m. preshow meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I have a new show idea for today!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: we are not doing the show live from Cowboys Stadium!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Christy my delirious yet beautiful wife. that is not my idea for today's show, that will happen soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well we are not doing it from Mercado Juarez either!! my butt still hurts something fierce from the last time we went.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: that's not the idea either my trusted yet tiny sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: boss, should I tell them?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: no, chief, I'll do the honors. today's show will be all girl inlcusive. no guys will be on the show!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: and what made you come up with this pretty genius idea?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well actually us guys will be taking in a round of 18 at the local golf course.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hahahaha, Rohan can't because we have lunch plans...&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (coming in the door with golf clubs in hand) Mandy, I can't do lunch today!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why not you promised???&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well it wouldn't be an all girl show if I was hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: well....&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: shut up Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: this way, us guys will have a guys day out and you ladies will direct and host the show.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wait  minute, you don't even know how to play golf!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: shhhhhh, what my dear wife meant to say was, I'm still in my learning stages.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: this will be like taking candy from a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: are you guys gambling?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: of course not! (nervously looking over at Troy and Rohan)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: don't you need another player to round out the group?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: yes, we have recruited Trey. he will team with Brian.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Trey doesn't play golf either?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well have fun with all that. we have show to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is waffling through the Superfriends studio. (in mid song, Christy replaces Voodoo Child with Work What You Got by Mary J. Blige) *Christy hi-fives Mandy*&lt;br /&gt;Christy: welcome one and all to another rousing edition of the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: today should be a good show!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why yes it should, we are going all girls all the time today. no men on the program. Mandy, will you explain what are male counterparts are doing today!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: they are out playing golf, or what I call timewasting...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: on the show today we will talk sports from a females perspective, the roles women play in athletics and why men dominate sports on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: very hot and controversial topics!!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: the phones are ringing off the hook, lets take a few before we get started.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: line 1, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;line 1 caller: hey girls!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: O hi mom! thanks for calling in.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hi Mrs. Robinson...&lt;br /&gt;line 1 caller: I hear the boys aren't on today. what gives?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well, they are taking a guys day out and we are running things today.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well actually we run things everyday but we don't tell the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: touche'.&lt;br /&gt;line 1 caller: well, I like hearing what the guys have to say, I mean, they talk sports and all that that implies...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: mom! quit taking their side, we get an opportunity to host the show today, be supportive!&lt;br /&gt;line 1 caller: I'm always supportive, I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, mom, I know what you are saying. we got move this along ok!! have a good day ok, love you!&lt;br /&gt;line 1 caller: one more thing... (click-dial tone)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: look another call, lets take it real quick.&lt;br /&gt;line 2 caller: hey girlies, Jesus loves you!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hi mama, I thought you were in class?&lt;br /&gt;line 2 caller: I was but I took a test today and I got out early. I'm making ding dong cake. do the boys want to come over and have some?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well actually they aren't here today, we are running things.&lt;br /&gt;line 2 caller: O my! where are they?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: mama it is ok, we know what we are doing. we are still talking sports and the like. I'll tell them about the cake when they get in.&lt;br /&gt;line 2 caller: ok, well I gotta go my chocolate is starting to burn.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy/Christy: bye!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: do we dare take one more call?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: sure.&lt;br /&gt;line 3 caller: (in very hushed tones) Christy, help!!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian, is that you?&lt;br /&gt;line 3 caller: (whispering) yes its me, I've lost $25 in two rounds already.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Christy: hon, we aren't made out of money!!&lt;br /&gt;line 3 caller: (barely speaking) I know I know! I have to run, Trey is coming back with the chili-cheese footlong hot dogs..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (vomits on her mic)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (yells) don't spend all my money!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*dialotne*&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: how cool was it that our moms called in?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yeah real cool... lets get on with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-on the golf course-&lt;br /&gt;Troy and Rohan have money hanging from their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;Trey is digging for his ball in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is holding his butt and running to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time as recap the All Girls All the Time Edition of the Superfriends. did Brian make it in time to the bathroom? did Trey find his wayward golfball? How much money did Troy and Rohan really make?&lt;br /&gt;all that and more on 93.8 the Superfriends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-4518292886635569891?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4518292886635569891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=4518292886635569891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4518292886635569891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4518292886635569891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-4574041281865617886</id><published>2009-10-14T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:21:26.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage to a Friend!</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, Brian, tomorrow is Mandy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: so, I guess we need to get her some kind of gift?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes, I was thinking of something she could use, not a gift card.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I bet she needs another bucket of tuna!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm no, probably not..&lt;br /&gt;Brian: How about State Fair tickets?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: how about some perfume and something from Sam Moon?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: tuna is cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok guys, I have an idea on how to celebrate Mandy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I thought we did that yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: no, we bought her gifts yesterday. (smacks forehead)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well, I already did the flower thing and I plan on taking her out to her favorite restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (leans over to Rohan) don't take her anywhere they serve tuna.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian, did you get her tuna after I explicity told you not too?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what, she likes it!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (seen taking the gift of tuna that he bought for Mandy and putting it under his desk)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok ok, does everyone understand the plan?&lt;br /&gt;crew: yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blasting through the airwaves welcoming the Superfriends is The Hokey Pokey by Al Tabor.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (fuming) why was Hillsong United not played? (looking around)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummm, er, well, I told Troy to press play.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: dude, you said this was better and to play.............&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what my good friend meant to say was.............&lt;br /&gt;Christy: we'll discuss this later!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: hey cool song, but not the one we planned on.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: sorry Ro, my hubby thought this would be funny.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well it wasn't!!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy:  (getting settled in her chair) hey guys, I'm digging the new song.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (sticks his tongue out a Christy)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well, we have a awesome show today!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes we do. we'll be talking all things Cowboys, Stars and OU/UT weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: plus, we have some great news.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: tap the brakes my little rotund friend. we don't want to let the cat out of the bag!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what cat? I'm talking about the triatholon that I will be training for.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (guffaw, snort, laugh, teetee) you train?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well actually, I'll be training with him!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (looks on enviously)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well that is great and all but I'm talking about a special birthday amongst the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (clapping uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Christy, I bought the candles and the fire extinguisher. (hi-fives Troy)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well, if that was a joke, and I don't know if it was, it was not funny. plus, you're older than me anyways!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: this has broken down into a cluster...&lt;br /&gt;Christy throws it to a commercial break and unleashes something awful on Brian and Troy.&lt;br /&gt;Brian and Troy looked on horrified at what Christy is saying to them. Brian and Troy mingle to each other that they didn't know Christy knew such foul language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back from break*&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey guys, we have a special caller on the  Whataburger "thats how you like it" guest hotline. caller go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;caller: (in a very heavy southern accent) happy birthday to my beautiful daughter, Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: awwwww momma, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;caller: I just wanted to wish a very happy birthday and see if you wanted to come over and eat some dingdong cake?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (butts in) we'll be there! what time?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: momma, I'll be over after the show. bye!&lt;br /&gt;caller: Jesus loves you!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: very cool, I love dingdong cake as well.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well hon, you have some triatholon training remember?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (schlumps shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: lets get to the gifts shall we...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wait! I had a story about the big OU vs. UT game this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well it is gift time for Mandy! go share your story with Troy! (hi-fives Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (lugs the gifts in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (destroys any and all wrapping paper) oh looky, I have some perfume and tube socks! thanks Christy!&lt;br /&gt;and I got the complete Seinfeld box set and the Dirty Dancing behind the Scenes DVD! thanks Rohan!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (comes running in slopping tuna everywhere) here ya go Mandy! a fresh bucket of tuna!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: umm thanks... I'll put it in the fridge next to last years bucket.&lt;br /&gt;*thud*&lt;br /&gt;crew rushes out to what the commotion is.&lt;br /&gt;Troy is laying butt up covered in tuna.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: dude, beat you, I already gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: lets go Mandy, it is time to celebrate your birthday and go eat some dingdong cake!&lt;br /&gt;Christy catches a ride with Rohan and Mandy while Brian and Troy clean up the tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Station Announcement* From all of us here at the Superfriends, we would like to congratulate Mandy on her 35th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie fone guy: join us next time as we recap Mandy's halfway to 70 birthday! did Brian clean up the tuna in time to meet up Rohan/Mandy/Christy? is Troy recovered from his tuna mishap? all these questions and more will be answered next time on 93.8 the Superfriends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-4574041281865617886?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4574041281865617886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=4574041281865617886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4574041281865617886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4574041281865617886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/10/homage-to-friend.html' title='Homage to a Friend!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-7003548114604241744</id><published>2009-09-30T14:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:26:12.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fax Fodder</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan, I made you ding dong cake!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (in boyish glee) thanks hon!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy:  maybe I should call Brian and Christy and invite them over so Brian can partake in the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, I like them and all but..... this cake is mine and I can't stand hearing about how Brian beat me in basketball again!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (dialing Brian/Christy's cell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting 9:51 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well the ratings are in for the Tampa game and Christy you did a smash up job!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why thank you, it was hot down there but I persevered.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what about the pre and post game show ratings?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well it seems like they were good for the pre but terrible for the post.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well lets see, I was on the pre-game show and you were on the post-game show, so....&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (swivels in his chair and turns on the Golf Channel)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: so where do I go next?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: babe, did you not look at the Cowboys calendar magnet on the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: no!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: did you not look at the Cowboys calendar hanging in our room?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: no!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: did you not...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: for the love of all, you will be going to Denver, they play the Broncos!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I get to go to Denver Colorado????&lt;br /&gt;Brian: did you not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VooDoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is heard blasting through the Superfriends studio welcoming the wildly popular Superfriends show to the airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all. today we have a fantabulous show on tap!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: did you just say fantabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, look it up.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: hate to interrupt, but when is the flight leaving to DENVER? ( Christy is in full hiking and camping regalia)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: ummm, Christy, your flight leaves Friday at 2:00, so why the outdoors getup?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what, can a girl not be excited?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: anyways, on the show today we will cover the Cowboys season so far, the Rangers season look back and have a live report on the State Fair of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: who is doing the live report?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Oh guys, forgot to mention, we need a volunteer to do a live report at the Fair.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why can't you do it, we are all busy!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well for one I am the boss, and second I have a tee time in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what, you said your back hurt still from Brian beating you in basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (ring ring) well my buddy is here to pick me up, better run.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (peers outside to see who picking up her beloved) hey, that is Dr. Manley!&lt;br /&gt;*character update* Dr. Manley is a chiropracter in the metroplex and a friend of the show.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Dr. Manley!!! haven't seen him in years...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: lets get back to the show shall we. Christy, your plane leaves at 2:00 on Friday and the game is at 3:15 on Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: awesome, I'll have plenty of time to be one with nature!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: well not actually, you will need to cover the Cowboys press conference and the walk through.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: please! I WILL get in some outdoorsy fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Brian, will you get your scene under control?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what? I was doing some research on the Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: this should be good!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Christy has enough journalistic integrity to know when and how much to cover on the Cowboys. I think a little outdoors will do some good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: that is my man!!!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: so....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: so, Troy get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok lets briefly talk Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why, they suck!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: baseball is boring.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: bro, it IS  football season!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: all good points! see that was brief.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok I vote Mandy to do the live report from the Fair!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what, no fight or choice words?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: nope, actually me and Christy are going.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: but Rohan said only one can go!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well one he ain't here and two he is playing golf!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: how is that for scene control Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (opens a Shiner and flips on ESPN)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok well sounds like a good idea. ya'll check in when you get there.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: we'll check in when we check in! (hi-fives Christy)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, lets talk some football and take some calls. (trying to distance from the bravado of the girls)&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Rohan beat Dr. Manley in golf?&lt;br /&gt;Will Troy ever stop drinking Shiner?&lt;br /&gt;Will Christy and Mandy check in live from the Fair?&lt;br /&gt;Will Brian take calls?&lt;br /&gt;join us next time on the Superfriends, as we try to answer all these important questions!&lt;br /&gt;93.8 the Superfriends was sponsored by Subway EAT FRESH and by Starbucks THE ONLY COFFEE SHOP STILL STANDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-7003548114604241744?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/7003548114604241744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=7003548114604241744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7003548114604241744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7003548114604241744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/09/fax-fodder.html' title='Fax Fodder'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-218164608911976188</id><published>2009-09-04T22:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:27:50.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night, and Good Luck</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*typical night on the town*&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok babe, where do you want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm, somewhere not gross!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: how's about mexican?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: gross; I need something healthy, something green!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (perplexed)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I hear Whole Foods is a swinging place on a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: .................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:55 a.m. pre-show meeting&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok guys, seems like we have big news coming down!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: we all get raises????&lt;br /&gt;Brian: we get an extra week of vacation??&lt;br /&gt;Christy: we quit this fake show and get real jobs???&lt;br /&gt;Troy: we get a small refrigerator in our studio?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: nice, very nice. I'll break the news at our 11:20 segment!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: but I need to know beforehand, so I can be better informed. I do have top billing!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: did you just say you have top billing??? (giving the evil eye)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, I do have top ...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Brian, give it up! We know who has top billing around here!&lt;br /&gt;Christy/Mandy: (both smuggly assuming that they each have top billing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is quietly strumming through the Superfriends studio.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all, my name is Brian and I'll quickly introduce the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: hon, we have been doing this fake live show for over a year now, no need for the self-serving introductions ...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what my trusted and loyal yet beautiful wife means is, we are soundly and roundly famous enough throughout the airwaves that we need not any introductions.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (snores in his chair while golf is being played on the t.v.)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (looking over at Troy) why is he even here?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: on the show today we have big news, plus our daily reading of the Rangers boxscore, plus Christy's new bit called Christy's Writings and Musings!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what?? I have a new segment? no one told me this ...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: babe, it is called a bit and yes, we discussed this last night while you were cutting your toenails!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: those were your toenails, and I don't remember that ...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: you cut his nails!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: anyways, seems like our esteemed boss, Rohan, has some important news to share.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: esteemed boss?????????&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ahem! ok boys and girls, I have some big news. seems like we will be doing pre- and post-game shows on the Dallas Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (jumping up and down giddily)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (awakens from his Shiner-induced slumber and does the running man)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (slams down her coffee in disgust and heads to the nearest doughnut shop)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (vomits down her shirt)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: solid, very solid. We will provide outstanding insight and knowledge of the game of sport known as football.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: dude, I am stoked! (giddily putting on his Jason Witten jersey)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: man I can't believe this. Who will be on site to give live reports?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well we need someone with journalistic integrity. (looking around the studio ... looking at Brian - nope we need him for analysis. Troy - too critical in the studio. Mandy - nope, tea glasses need to be filled. Christy - bingo!). Where is Christy?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, let's see. Everytime she leaves, she is at the doughnut shop down the street.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well, go round her up and bring her back in, but don't let her in on the good news ...&lt;br /&gt;(Brian scurries off to get Christy, kicks up feet in Fred Astaire fashion.)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan, here is your tea! (schlumps off back to her second-in-commandness)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: bro - I mean boss - I'll read the Rangers boxscore while we wait on Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: good thinking my man, good thinking ...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (throws up again on her shirt after hearing Rohan commending Troy on anything)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (huffing and puffing) ok, found her!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: all right, what is the great and genius news?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well, seems like we need a field reporter to cover live events at the Cowboy games!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: there is no way in HADES that I'm covering that load of ...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: but ...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I didn't get no journalism degree to cover Cowboy games!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I failed to mention road games are included. Company picks up the dime.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you mean, I get to travel???&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (wiping celebratory sweat from his brow) yes, they play 8 games away! (sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (gives Troy the one-finger salute)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: yes, you will travel 2 days ahead of any and all away games.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: 2 days ahead????&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what Brian, you need Christy to cut your nails and cold-brew your tea????&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well, let me think about this (1,2,3) ... after much thinking and considering, I'll take the job!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: good! First assignment is Tampa Bay!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (cries uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (downs another Shiner)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok Mandy, you will set up Christy's itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: will this be for 2?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: no, it will be for 1. Christy will be traveling alone.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (is glowing in the advance of traveling)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Brian and Mandy, you will handle pregame duties and Brian and Troy will handle post-game duties.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what will I do during the postgame show?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well that is usually when we watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;60 Minutes &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Del's Hunting Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that is all the time and good news we have for today, lets call it a wrap!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: wrap!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy skips out of the office joyful glee at the news of traveling!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy slowfoots it out with the news of further second-in-commandness!&lt;br /&gt;Brian/Troy give forced side hugs and congratulatory hi-fives...&lt;br /&gt;Rohan is chest-puffing in excitement of another well-oiled show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moviefone guy: join us next time as the Superfriends crew embarks on the dawn of an new era!&lt;br /&gt;Will Christy embrace covering of the Cowboys for the sake of traveling?&lt;br /&gt;Will Mandy stand for more slight of her place amongst the crew?&lt;br /&gt;Will Brian and Troy prepare for the work even though they think they know all things Cowboys?&lt;br /&gt;93.8 the Superfriends will also switch number frequency due to that is 2009 and not 2008 anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-218164608911976188?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/218164608911976188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=218164608911976188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/218164608911976188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/218164608911976188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-night-and-good-luck.html' title='Good Night, and Good Luck'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-3780434397136464112</id><published>2009-08-15T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:26:52.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanning the Globe</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the Peters/Robinson residence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok Brian, are we ready to up our training for our 5k?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what, already?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm hon, we have been training for over 10 weeks now!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I know, but I am so out of shape!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: that is why you run....&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, but we need to start off slow..&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (slaps forehead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:55 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok for today's meeting, I want you guys to come up with new ideas to keep our numbers strong.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I have one! how about a new segment called Spanning the Globe?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: we can do one, called Last Night's Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: how about we cancel reading rangers boxscore and actually talk about something important!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummm, I like my idea better.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: duly noted!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: so which ones will we use?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well I like Brian and Christy's ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what about mine? it took me a long time to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: we will see if we can fit it in somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (claps hands furioulsy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is strumming throughout the Superfriends studios.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome human radio listeners! we have a grand show for you today.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yes we do, we will discuss last night's dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what Mandy meant is we will discuss what everyone likes to eat...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (looks on confused)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, we have a couple of new segments to introduce on the show today, called Spanning the Globe and Christy's reading of the Ranger Boxscore!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm I'm not reading the Ranger Boxscore!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, anyways, on with the show. looks like we have a couple of callers already.&lt;br /&gt;caller 1: hey guys, where are the Blowhards?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes yes, our most talked about and controversial station friends.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well our Human Resources Dept. won't let us get into specifics but they won't be around anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I heard they got fired for conduct detrimental to the staff!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well again, we can't discuss because of privacy laws.......&lt;br /&gt;Brian: to paraphrase, they didn't know how to take NO for answer.....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (visibly shaken) can I read the Boxscore now please!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: so no more MushMouth Josh and DK! (plays Another One Bites the Dust by Queen)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: hey where is Troy?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well he is at the open house for the new Cowboys Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: good!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well, maybe he can do a live report from there? I'll give him a call...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: he is with his dad but...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok anyways, we have another caller on the line.&lt;br /&gt;caller 2: this Josh, and I would like to clear the air............&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (dial tone is heard) oh man, bad connection there. seems like we don't have time for anymore callers so lets get to our new segment.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (waiting with gleeful anticipation)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: it is called Spanning the Globe!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (upset b/c her idea for more real substance was ignored, gets up and heads to the dougnut table)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok during this segment we will call 3 places and get updates on what is going on in their neck of the woods!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: good idea Brian, did you come up with this on your own?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (scarfing down doughnut holes)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (dials number) ok, first up we have Patrick in Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: (in a heavy Scottish accent) how goes it lad!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you tell us, this is Spanning the Globe!&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: well you called me, so......&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (hangs up in disgust)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: nothing, lets try another. (dials number) seems like we have Pedro in Mexico!&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: ( in a very fast incomprehensible tone) hello!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what is going on in Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: we have the swine flu very bad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (click) ok well this hasn't gone the way we have planned..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: you planned this not us!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (napping on the couch after her 4th doughnut, unbeknowedst at the failure of Spanning the Globe)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: hey you guys need some help?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we could use a hand, seems like we are working with some real clowns here.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: how about I make a call. (dials number)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan's brother in Australia is on the line.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: hey bro!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan's bro: g'day mate!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hi!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (upset b/c Rohan has more success at his own idea)&lt;br /&gt;*15 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Rohan's bro: well I gotta go, good catching up with you guys. I have to go gut an Australian deer.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;Brian:  (hastily) ok well that is all the time we have for Spanning the Globe today.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (awakens from her doughnut induced slumber)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: thanks Rohan for saving that segment!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: yeah no problem, it was good talking to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Christy, you have glaze on your cheek!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that is a wrap, join us next time on the 93.8 the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post show ramblings:&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I have cramps!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (depressed over his failed segment)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy/Rohan heading off to Texas De Brazil!&lt;br /&gt;Troy tries calling in with a Cowboy Stadium report, not knowing the show is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time on 93.8 the Superfriends as we monitor Christy's cramps!&lt;br /&gt;will Brian rebound from his failure of his new segment? will Mandy/Rohan recover from their destruction of meat at TDB? will Troy get to wax poetic about the new Cowboy's Stadium??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-3780434397136464112?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3780434397136464112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=3780434397136464112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3780434397136464112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3780434397136464112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/08/spanning-globe.html' title='Spanning the Globe'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-886632123422364209</id><published>2009-07-22T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:52:57.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfriends Birthday Edition!</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian's family: (singing) Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;Christy's family: (singing very uninterestedly) Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Christy's brother: how old are you now? 31??&lt;br /&gt;Brian: thank you for all the gifts, this was a good time. ummm thanks for the bucket of tuna Mrs. Robinson, I'll put it in the fridge when I get home. (wonders why he got tuna)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, well we are off. it is time for our daily run!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: but it is my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: exactly, you want to have some more of these right? come on lets go..... (patting her side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting: (in the womens bathroom)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: why are we in here?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: so Brian won't see us.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (leaning on a tampon rack) why, is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: duh! it is his birthday and we are planning a big show for him...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: no one planned a big show for me! (wimpering)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: hon, we will on your next birthday, but lets stay focused here, Brian is the main host!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: but we are co-hosts..............&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, so everyone understand the plan?&lt;br /&gt;crew: (collectively) yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (arriving in studio) hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: we're not planning anything......&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what she meant to say was, we are not planning any more firefighters or Christopher Meloni interviews for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, why?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm because they lower our listenership. (grasping for answers)&lt;br /&gt;(whispers to Mandy) thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok we ready to roll?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: no preshow meeting?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: not today boss, we are starting early.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: when will the Blowhards be back, I'm tired of covering for them.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: we will divulge that news in the coming days. that is what is called a tease!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: don't call me a tease!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mandy, it is called that in radio terms, to keep listeners listening! (OMG, I'm a failure, why I am here)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: ok we are on in 2 and 2. (pays homage to Chuck Woolery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master of Puppets is heard headbanging through the plush and air conditioned studios, welcoming the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow, what happened to Jimi Hendrix?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: o, I must have hit the wrong button.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Christy, you didn't, we decided to play it for his birth...................&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (covering Mandy' mouth) alright anyways, lets get right to the show.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Christy, can you turn up my headphones, I couldn't hear what Mandy said.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (whew) ok, is that better?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes. ok on todays show, we will......&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm Brian dear, we have come up with a special show for today.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok cool, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: well we have a special instudio guest!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (clapping uncontrollably) who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: guess? we'll give you 3 guesses...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, Meg Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm no, she is still being a dryed up hag somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (gasp)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummm Kevin Von Erich?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: no, he said he wouldn't come until we got rid of Mandy....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey!!!! all he had to do was answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: but Mandy, Kerry Von Erich is dead and has been for awhile... so he couldn't come to our car wash!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, it seems like you won't guess correctly, so................... (motioning for the guest to come in)&lt;br /&gt;Troy saunters back into the studio!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: dude, welcome back! how was Africa?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: it was good but hot! I'm glad to be home and right back here amongst the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (throws up in her mouth)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you like the surprise? Brian: o boy do I!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: now I have my best bud back....&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: so we still gonna play ball after the show?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I mean, if Troy doesn't wan to go to Uncle Julio's or something...&lt;br /&gt;Troy: o bro, we can go after!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: sweet! I got ball first....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok babe, that is not all! I have another gift for you.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (pulling out the gift) here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: O wow! a Mariska Hargitay autographed picture!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: she's not that hot....&lt;br /&gt;male crew + Christy: she is too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: this is the best birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: my birthday is in October!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, now is not the time!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (whispers to Mandy) I have a in with Patrick Swayze!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (bounces giddily in her chair)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you ok Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Yes why?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: alright my man, just call me when you beat Rohan, I mean when you finish playing bball.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I want to thank all the listeners for e-mailing Brian birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes thank you all!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: all 3 of them!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what was that Mandy???&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I said all 300 of them.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well we better wrap this show up, some of us have a ballgame to get ready for!&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (reads the Rangers boxscore from the previous night)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: must we do this every show?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: hey, its baseball, everyone loves baseball!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (why am I here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Disappear by Metallica is played closing the show!&lt;br /&gt;Brian asks Christy if we can change the opening music to Metallica?&lt;br /&gt;Christy tells Brian not to push it, we know it is your birthday but we all have birthdays, remember that!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy laces up Rohan's shoes for him.&lt;br /&gt;Troy gathers his Africa artifacts glumly hoping to have showed them off during the show.&lt;br /&gt;Trey finishes off the rest of the bucket of tuna in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time on 93.8 the Superfriends as we detail the epic basketball game between Brian and Rohan! As we chronicle Christy's next career move! Will we get to see Troy's African artifacts? will Trey recover from his tuna binge?&lt;br /&gt;also, Happy Birthday Brian!!!! (now where is my check for doing this slop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-886632123422364209?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/886632123422364209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=886632123422364209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/886632123422364209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/886632123422364209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/07/superfriends-birthday-edition.html' title='Superfriends Birthday Edition!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5018275936840889260</id><published>2009-07-19T17:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:08:52.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sturm and Drong</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (calling Christy on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;*ring ring*&lt;br /&gt;*ring ring*&lt;br /&gt;Brian: man, where is she at? I'll try her one more time.&lt;br /&gt;*ring ring*&lt;br /&gt;*ring ring*&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hmmmpphhh!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (laying out at the apt. pool, oblivious that her cell phone has rung off the hook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:27 a.m. at the Superfriends 5k Fun Run!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow, it is early!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yep, I shouldn't have eaten that bowl of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ah babe, you will be fine, keep a good pace.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: keep a good pace, I have to beat that goober Rohan!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (breathing hard) hey guys, I just finished!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: the race doesn't start for another 30 minutes??&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why did you already run?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well actually, I didn't run, I walked/jogged.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm ok, but why? we have to run as a crew.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: huh? (breathing hard still) I thought I could run early and get it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mandy, our 5k contract says we have to run as crew.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (vomits up her cheerios and bananas)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (finishes stretching) ok, we all here?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes were all here.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (whispers to Rohan) hon, I can't run, I already ran this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (whispers back to Mandy) thought you went to get Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: all crew members have to run, it says right here! (holding the contract)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, sorry gotta go with the paper.....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (dry heaves in the bushes)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wow, we actually have a good turnout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:59 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (who is emceeing the event) one minute til the start!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why doesn't Trey have to run??&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, he has an old football injury, so I excused him.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trey holds up the gun, and POW!)&lt;br /&gt;*the runners are off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan takes a slight lead to start followed by a dearth of other runners including Brian and Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is seen hunched over the rail snotting!&lt;br /&gt;Christy and Brian enjoy a brisk pace while passing the occasional 50 yr. old with stroller full of kids.....&lt;br /&gt;Rohan is still out in front and ignores the sharp pain in the side of his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy has finally began and trips over her untied shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Christy encourages Brian to keep at it, while Brian stays strong!&lt;br /&gt;about halfway through and a small pack emerges in the lead and Rohan tries vigorously to keep pace.&lt;br /&gt;Brian motions Christy to go on but Christy will have none of it and demands Brian to man up and keep running. Christy douses herself with water while Brian leans in for the drops of water.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan is in terrible pain but runs on.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is now walking as 5 and 6 yr olds pass by as do the elderly!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan grabs the cups of water at the water station and throws them down in a heap.&lt;br /&gt;Christy pats her booty and tells Brian to keep pace.&lt;br /&gt;*1/4 mile left*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy just now passes the 2 mile mark. only the obese and the blind are behind her.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan sees Christy and Brian out of the corner of his eye and kicks into gear only to pull a butt muscle and collapse in a pile of human sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Christy looks on at Rohan as she passes by and gives him a knowing wink. Brian is out of gas but knows he has Rohan beat.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy has been given a piggy back ride by a local firefighter who thought she was in dire need.&lt;br /&gt;(firefighter doesn't know she was just absurdly out of shape)&lt;br /&gt;Christy and Brian finish the run in the top half of the runners and celebrate with giddy front hugs and butt pats.&lt;br /&gt;As Mandy approaches Rohan, the firefighter abandons the piggyback and tends to Rohan. Rohan shrugs off any help and limps across the finish line. Mandy is so tired from the run that she forgets to cross the line and slumps against a tree and nods off.&lt;br /&gt;Brian and Christy exchange pleasantries with the public and Rohan stomps off in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is awaken by the "park people" (aka the homeless). Frightened, she runs across the finish line in the time of 1 hour and 53 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on speaker phone) Trey thanks everyone for coming out to the 1st Annual Superfriends 5k Fun Run!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan is distraught because Christy AND Brian beat him in the run. Mandy is hiding from the crew due to her embarrassing showing.&lt;br /&gt;Trey hands out T-shirts and party gifts to the winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time on the 93.8 the Superfriends as we talk in detail about the 5k Fun Run! Will Christy gloat to Rohan? will Brian read the run times of the crew? will Mandy show her face again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5018275936840889260?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5018275936840889260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5018275936840889260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5018275936840889260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5018275936840889260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/07/sturm-and-drong.html' title='Sturm and Drong'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-4137768537889559046</id><published>2009-07-15T17:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:11:37.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Tread On Me!</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Marco!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Polo!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Marco!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Polo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:10 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok guys, we need new ideas on how to raise money and listenership. anybody have ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I have an idea. how about not talk sports!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: WHAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well sports is boring!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I agree!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, you just watched a Mavericks DVD special last night and you even cried!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well they lost by 2....&lt;br /&gt;Brian: sports is the very fabric of life!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: that is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, we will table this debate. anyone have any other better ideas!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well how about doing a community outreach, like, a 5k run!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (ears perked up at the thought of a 5k)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: you mean, like, us participate???&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmm yes, we can put it on and run ourselves as well.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: you might be onto something here Brian.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what about my idea?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ummm Mandy, having a bake sale would not be feasible...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes, we can have timed running, and even a kids 1 mile run...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: we can charge a minimal $9.38.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why only $9.38?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (leans over to explain that that is our station numbers)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: O!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok lets get to work and get some sponsors as well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child is heard whistling through the studios...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all to a very important and beneficial edition of the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yes, we have big news today!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: right you are Mandy! I'll let my beautiful wife explain the details. (runs out to get a warm bagel from the commons area)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes today, I am happy to announce we are hosting a Superfriends 5k run.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: you mean 5k walk right Christy?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: actually, no it will be a run!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: but there will be walking allowed right?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummmm no this is a run, people run 5k's not walk..&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (returns) ok, what did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Christy seems to think you have to run a 5k and no walking is allowed..&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (looking at Brian sternly)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummm, yeah, er, ummm, you can only run no walking. walking is for wimps!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, well now that we have that cleared up!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes, you can enter at superfriends@superfriends.com and the entry fee is only $9.38.&lt;br /&gt;shirts will provided.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I want a small...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: umm Mandy, go on the website and order them there.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: yes it will be easier to track this way...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I will be running barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: why, your feet will get dirty!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: that is why they have soap on a rope Brian!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well I for one will be the pacesetter....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: o really!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: then I'll be the rearsetter! (giggles outloud) get it! rearse.....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes we get it!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well, you need a strong man to be the pacesetter..&lt;br /&gt;Christy: o do you???&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok ok well , when will this 5k run commence?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: let me look, seems like we have it down for July 22nd............. wait a minute, this my birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: o too bad, thought you were getting another lazy day in huh??&lt;br /&gt;Brian:  (whining like a 5 yr old) Christy, this not fair!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: do you realize, it should only take you 35 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: it will take me 31 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, well, it will only take me 30 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: is this a peeing contest or what?&lt;br /&gt;Christy/Rohan: no that would be weird.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, let the best man or WOMAN  win... (winks at Christy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey recaps the Rangers boxscore from the previous nights game.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time as we get ready for the thrilling results of the 5k. will Rohan beat out Christy, or will Christy show off her dominance in running..? will Brian finish the race?  will Mandy show up and run or call in sick? next time on 93.8 the Superfriends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-4137768537889559046?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4137768537889559046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=4137768537889559046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4137768537889559046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4137768537889559046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-tread-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Tread On Me!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6373601470169157935</id><published>2009-07-13T18:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:30:28.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever I May Roam!</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during a recent outside exercise event-&lt;br /&gt;Brian: man, that run felt good!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes it did, we did good!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (slowing down from the run) I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (motioning to Brian to keep up): come on, keep up.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I am, you just have to tell me what to do all the time.....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you are not suppose to slow walk after a run, fast walk, come on......&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (passes out from fast walking) thud!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: no preshow meeting?? I got here early and everything...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you always get places early... people don't like that!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what people??&lt;br /&gt;Christy: people!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey guys, whats up today?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: nothing, just marital mumbo jumbo!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: o, ya'll are arguing again huh?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, you made us late for the preshow meeting!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wait a minute! we had a preshow meeting??&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: yes, but noooo we had to stop by Starbucks....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I'm sorry, I had a gift card that was burning a hole in pants!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: did you bring me any?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: hey, lets stay on track here. today, I want to do a segment where we have a wireless mic and we go interview people on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: who is gonna do that, it is too hot outside!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmm, I can't because I'll burn too easy.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: you will have clothes on silly!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I can't either, b/c I have to run the boards and produce...&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Brian and Christy, you are right, Mandy is the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what the!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: the thermometor only reads 103 Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (seen crying and already sweating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is heard pumping through the air conditioned studios welcoming the Superfriends crew...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome humans to another hot edition of the Superfriends. On todays show we will introduce a new segment called watching Mandy sweat to death! (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian be nice, it is called Going Wireless Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey, why is the a.c. turned down so low in here?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: babe, it is 102 outside!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: actually Ro, it is 104 now...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (schlumps in her chair)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: first off, where was the Blowhards today?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well it seems like they have been put on hiatus for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you mean they have been fired???&lt;br /&gt;Christy: fired?? why?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well lets not get ahead of ourselves, but they are on hiatus and thoughts are they might be replaced. are we on the air?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, why?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: dadgummit Christy, I thought I motioned for you to go to break!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: sorry, I was applying suntan lotion to your wife....&lt;br /&gt;Brian: anyways, can we give the people what they want and do the Rangers boxscore again?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: yes of course, this is one of our most listened to segments.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: it is???? (leaves to go destroy the doughnut table)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (leaves to go apply more suntan lotion)&lt;br /&gt;-boxscore music is being played, while Brian reads fervently-&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, now that that is out of the way, is Mandy ready?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes, she looks like Casper the ghost with so much lotion on...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (not happy) I'm ready!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok Mandy, take this wireless mic and go downstairs and interview people at the park or along the streets....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: do we not have a defined area for me to do this??&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummm we said the park and along the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: go outside and give us like 10 minutes  before you turn the mic on!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what??????&lt;br /&gt;*station break*&lt;br /&gt;back from break-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mandy do we have you?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (sweating) yes!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok walk over to the park and see who you can find.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: the park is about a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well run then...&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I'm not................&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: come on Mandy, less complaining and more doing..&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (snarfs another doughnut while she waits for Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan and Brian: (drink some cool icy unsweet tea)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok, I'm finally here. what should I ask?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you didn't bring the questions??&lt;br /&gt;Christy: good grief! ok, well look over on the courts and see if you see anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yes, there are some really big men over there.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ask them if they have any game?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ummm, one just drank from a brown paper bag!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ask them if you can play next? (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what kind of shoes are they wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ( in a sweaty 5 yr. old voice) hey guys, what are we playing here?&lt;br /&gt;crew: (slaps their collective foreheads)&lt;br /&gt;Trey is seen bringing in smoothies from Smoothie King's.&lt;br /&gt;player: ma'am, we are playing a game here.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: right, ummmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ask them if they played in college?&lt;br /&gt;player 2: little lady, this prolly isn't the place for you to be!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: right, I better come............&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: nooo, go to the driveway of the studio and find someone to ask a question to.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: was he any good at basketball?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (whispering and lightly jogging away) OMG, they weren't playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what were they doing?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: lets just say there was money exchanged!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: this is radio gold!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, Mandy I think it is time to come up.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes better be on the safe side.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow! I think I hear cop sirens!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (in a dead sprint back, whispering) I think something illegal just happened!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: this is crazy and we got it live...&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (meets Mandy at the door) you did great hon!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (would offer her a doughnut but she ate them all)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: hey Mandy, Rohan didn't say to get you a smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looking out the window, sees the policemen rounding up the roughians) awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan is comforting Mandy, and offers her to not have to go back outside for the wireless segment. Mandy declines and says she is proud of her accomplishment and says she'll do it again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Christy fields calls from the uniformed police officers. Brian is still glued to the window, intrigued about his past failed game of basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time as we replay Mandy's jaunt into radio gold! will someone try to talk Mandy out of this dangerous but fun segment? will Christy recover from her doughnut binge? will Brian recapture his once promising basketball game? next time on 93.8 the Superfriends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6373601470169157935?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6373601470169157935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6373601470169157935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6373601470169157935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6373601470169157935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/07/wherever-i-may-roam.html' title='Wherever I May Roam!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-1077931274960283561</id><published>2009-07-10T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:40:52.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero of the Day</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the Peters/Robinson residence:&lt;br /&gt;Brian: man that was a good dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (getting up from the couch) ok, lets put the dishes up.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (wiping ranch dressing from her mouth) ok.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, I'll rinse the dishes off, you put them in the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian, I have to go #1! I'll be right back.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you just don't want to put the dishes in the washer.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (urinates on the floor so she can help with the dishes) happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:24 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, let go over some of the recent Neilson Ratings.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what are those?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: they are the numbers that tell if we suck or not....&lt;br /&gt;Brian: and if we have enough listeners.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (looks confused)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: seems like we did very well on Thursday and Friday but then tapered off at the end of the show Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hmmmmm, I was here by myself on Thursday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what are you getting at Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey wait a minute, we closed the show on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well then it looks like for some reason Brian pulled in a lot of listeners.&lt;br /&gt;and we lost listeners when you two took over.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: and this means?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: this means I have a cult following.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: this is the work of the devil!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (slaps his forehead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:59 a.m. on the Blowhards:&lt;br /&gt;Mushmouth Josh: so there you have it, a blow by blow description of our hunting trip.&lt;br /&gt;DK: thats what she said!&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: that makes no sense...&lt;br /&gt;DK: (giggles) ok well, it looks like the Superfriends show is riproaring ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: already, we haven't even got to the part of Rohan ripping his pants while shooting a deer!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: wait a minute, I want to hear this!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok ok , we are late, lets get this show on the road. (motions to the Blowhards to leave the premises)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: we are on in 3.2.1 (points to Brian, to signal we are on the air)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (thinks he is number 1 due to the ratings and waives back at Christy)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (is seen waving very elementary style as well)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (opens the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mix of Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix and Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses can be heard through the sweltering heat of the studios.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (look at Christy perplexed) welcome one and all to another joculary edifying edition of the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (seen furioulsy looking up joculary)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: did you like my mix Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: why yes I did, preferred Metallica instead of Guns N' Roses but who is being picky here!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I for one liked it Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: anyways, on the big show today we will recap Christy and Mandy's road trip, peruse the Neilson ratings, and once again, due to rabid approval, read the Ranger boxscores from the night before..&lt;br /&gt;Christy: must we do the boxscore, baseball is so boring!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey, doesn't Lance Nix still play for the Rangers?? he's a hot!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mandy, we traded him like 4 years ago, keep up, will ya!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok guys, we have e-mails pouring in wanting to hear about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok yes, first the drive down was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (interrupting) yes, we listened to hip-hop, rap and soul music!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, you told me you were going to balance the checkbook on the drive down??&lt;br /&gt;Christy: can we move it along here. anyways, yes the trip started off in true musical style. also we had Blue Bell ice cream on a couple of stops...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: this is riveting! (in a sarcastic tone)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what was that Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: o, I said there is divet in the desk, here, somewhere... (looking down at the desk)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: after the said ice cream we made it to Big Bend State Park and before you know it, I look and Christy has already put up the tent and was roasting marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what other stuff did ya'll do?? (trying to move this story along)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well we ate marshmellows something awful, I mean I barfed up so much white, I thought my mouth was snowing!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok ok, we are PG rated here!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: then ya'll came back right!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: noooo, that is still the first day!&lt;br /&gt;(45 minutes has lapsed)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (chin on cheek asleep)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: and that is how we got away from the mountain lion!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: wow, Christy, you are brave! (has new found appreciation for women)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: so what  do you think Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (rouses from his sleep) yes, that was cool!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: did you hear a word we said?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looking at Mandy for help)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (pulls lent out of her pockets, showing no support for Brian in his time of need)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmm, well, that was cool right?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (throws it to break and unleashes fire and brimstone on Brian)&lt;br /&gt;(back from break)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well we are almost out of time, so lets read the boxscore from the Rangers game.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: did we win????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is seen making nice with Christy after falling alseep during her story. he offers to go camping with her and hiking. Christy readily accepts......&lt;br /&gt;Mandy and Rohan finish out the show recaping the Neilson ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time on the 93.8 the Superfriends as we discuss the death of Michael Jackson and more importantly the death of Ed McMahon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-1077931274960283561?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1077931274960283561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=1077931274960283561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1077931274960283561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1077931274960283561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/07/hero-of-day.html' title='Hero of the Day'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6397181942949661513</id><published>2009-07-08T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:33:38.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call of Ktulu</title><content type='html'>*station announcement*&lt;br /&gt;my inbox is overflowing with questions and hate about what my blog titles mean. well if you were smart and or read some, you would know that these are Metallica song titles. thank you for your query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peters/Robinson car trip to work:&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (listening to rock) Hey babe, guess who this is?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (looking severely uninterested) I don't know, someone boring.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (sad puppy dog look) boring, they aren't boring, guess?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm, the one-armed drummer band.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looks on confused) noooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummm, don't have a clue!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: it is Metallica. how can you not know that, they have been around almost 28 years!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: so, McDonalds has been around forever too and they suck!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: but..... well..... nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome back to the show, in case you missed the interview with Kevin Von Erich, you can download it from our website once we get one.&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of vacations for the rest of our crew. to update everyone, Mandy and Christy went to the Big Bend State Park, and the guys all went hunting. don't know where and don't care!&lt;br /&gt;lets take some calls shall we.&lt;br /&gt;caller you are on the air.&lt;br /&gt;caller: hey man, when will everyone be back? the shows are not the same!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, like I said earlier, if you were listening. they will be back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;next caller, you are on the air&lt;br /&gt;next caller: hey Brian, first time caller here. what are these shows suppose to be about anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well thanks for the call. these shows are suppose to be about sports and all that that implies. thanks for the call and keep listening.&lt;br /&gt;looks like we have someone on the Whataburger hotline.&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: hey bud, it is me Troy. I'm calling you from Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow really! you calling collect?&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: no..... I'm calling on the hotline, it is metro right?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: should be, Christy set it up.&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: so, what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I'm running the ship today, everyone is on a short sabbatical.&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: o ok, when they come back?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: dammit, doesn't anyone listen to the show!&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: well I better go, a baboon is threatening the tent area again.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: fine leave me in my time of need.&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: (muffling noise is heard)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up we will take a poll on who is better, Metallica (the kings of metal) or a defunct band called Guns N' Roses.&lt;br /&gt;ok, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;caller: GNR!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok well GNR is up 1-0 but it is still early.&lt;br /&gt;caller: GNR baby!&lt;br /&gt;caller: GNR brutha!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok ok, I see what is going on. I need to inform all the listeners of what songs were sung and by whom.&lt;br /&gt;Metallica has awesome hits that include: Master of Puppets, Kill Em All and Enter Sandman.&lt;br /&gt;GNR has one hit wonders: Welcome to the Jungle, Sweet Child of Mine and the clunker Patience.&lt;br /&gt;onto some of your calls.&lt;br /&gt;caller: Metallica.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: now we talking.&lt;br /&gt;caller: GNR!&lt;br /&gt;caller: Metallica!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: it is 4-2 GNR. still too early to tell.&lt;br /&gt;caller: GNR.&lt;br /&gt;caller: GNR&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I can see some of you are biased and I will not particpate in this mockery of a poll.&lt;br /&gt;I declare Metallica the winner.&lt;br /&gt;caller: thats not fair..........................&lt;br /&gt;Brian: sorry about that, the poll is now closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looking around the studio, empitness is felt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we only have 3 more hours to go before I am done here.&lt;br /&gt;lets take some more calls.&lt;br /&gt;caller: how can Metallica win.............&lt;br /&gt;Brian: woops bad reception there call us back when you get a new cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;looks like we have another caller into the hotline.&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: Brian, do you need me to bring some food to you?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: grandma, that would be great!&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: ok, I'll be............&lt;br /&gt;Brian: bye grandma!&lt;br /&gt;next up we will read the boxscore from the Rangers game last night.&lt;br /&gt;(boxscore music is being played)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looks out into the studio) hey the cleaning crew is here, maybe I can ask them a few questions....&lt;br /&gt;(grabs the wireless mic) excuse me, excuse me, can i ask you a few questions?&lt;br /&gt;cleaning crew: no speaka espanol! (leaves in a huff)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that was uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;lets go to break. (looks around the empty studio again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok we are back and it looks like we have some visitors.&lt;br /&gt;(Mandy and Christy are back early from their trip)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (runs to give Christy a big man hug and knocks over an unsuspecting Mandy in the process)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: heyyyyyy!, what tha.......&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey baby!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: hey Brian, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: o I'm fine! not been lonely at all!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: she didn't ask that?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (gives Mandy the stank eye)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: so how has the show gone?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why are there Taco Beuno wrappers everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: and Dr. Pepper cans strewn about?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey, listen, I have been here all by myself for a very long time, with no food to eat and an empty studio to keep me warm at night.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (looks on confused)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: babe, have you not showered since I left?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I rinsed!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well lets finish the show for you while you go home and shower and take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: good lord, this place doesn't look like it has been cleaned since we left!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I'll leave on one condition!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what is that?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: not talking to you Mandy. Christy will you make me some tea when you get home?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes dear!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: isn't is cold brew?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: just nod Mandy and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (leaves the studio and is seen happily going home to take a shower and get ready for Christy to come home and make tea)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy/Christy: wax on about their trip to Big Bend to finish out the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in the parking lot, Rohan/Trey and the Blowhards are seen getting out of their car, returning from their trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the Peters/Robinson residence&lt;br /&gt;Brian is happy and welcoming the home for Christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time on 93.8 the Superfriends as we discuss the trips and Brian's sole running of the show.&lt;br /&gt;will things return to normal? what is normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6397181942949661513?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6397181942949661513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6397181942949661513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6397181942949661513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6397181942949661513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-of-ktulu.html' title='The Call of Ktulu'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6996323933395056155</id><published>2009-06-24T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:48:01.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade to Black</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: so, Rohan, now that you are the big boss man, will I get top billing over Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, must we talk about this now? I have a paper to read and a show to run!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (looking on sheepishly) gosh, Ro, I was just asking!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I know, but I have a lot of pressure from the higher-ups to boost ratings. I will tell you though that ya'll will share hosting duties.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: so, I can introduce the show instead of Brian always doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (reading the New York Times), yeah, sure Mandy, whatever you say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the Peters/Robinson residence:&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian, do I look fat?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (quickly answers) no babe, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you didn't answer my question, I asked if I look fat?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looking confused) I said you don't look fat!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:55 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: (giggles) yes, you are correct DK, I used to work in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;DK: well, I knew it when you started talking in that yankee accent, and were bragging about how much money you made plus all the women you have plowed through.&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: (looks on perplexed)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok ok, well enough of that talk, good lord!&lt;br /&gt;DK: Christy, it is true, want to see the pics of all the women.............&lt;br /&gt;Christy: nooooooo, I don't. it is time for our MixN'Mingle with the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey there, this show is still on the air?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (whispers) not for long!&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: what was that Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: our MixN'Mingle is brought to you by Gluten Awareness Week. GAW is sponsored by the 93.8 the Crowsfeet in conjunction with boringfood.com&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wait a minute, who changed the webs...........&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well Blowhards, it is time for the lynchpin of the station to commence.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: that is us right?&lt;br /&gt;DK: ok, yes we better run we have a 11:30 meeting in the conference room!&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: yes we better ummmmm go....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (hits the VooDoo Child music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VooDoo child by Jimi Hendrix is heard throughout the cool breezy studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all to another award winning edition of the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what award have we won?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummm Mandy, that is radio talk, just work with me here.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes on the show today we will have Mrs. Jenni Fatback on to discuss our sponsored Gluten Awareness Week.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looking at his run sheet) ummm hon, I don't have that on my runs.....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well dear, I have set this up for the show, sooo.....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: where is Rohan, he said he was going to let me introduce the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mandy, I introduce the show, just like my name is introduced before yours!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, guys sorry I'm late, I had a round of golf with our newest member of the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (saunters in) hey guys, what is up?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummm hey Trey!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok, Rohan, tell Brian, I get to announce the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, will you get me a glass of tea, and a slice of dingdong cake.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (schlumps her shoulders and trapses off to get the requested items)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok on our Cheetoh's hotline, we have Mrs. Fatback. welcome!&lt;br /&gt;Cheetoh's hotline caller: yes, thank you for having me!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (whips out his gluten free questions) ok, so if you are gluten intolerant, you can't have pizza, bread, pasta, and flour tortillas?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: umm excuse my husband there Mrs. Fatback!&lt;br /&gt;Cheetoh's hotline caller: no it is ok, it is commonly thought that you can't have all these things but you can.........&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (hangs up phone) I'm sorry we had a bad connection there, but next up we have Trey's new segment called Trey's backporch witticism's.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: once a upon a time...........&lt;br /&gt;Christy: excuse me, excuse me, I spent a long time securing our guest and this is the treatment I get?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well Christy, I thank you for your hard work but I'm sorry we are pressed for time here. Christy: we just started the show?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what gives with this new segment?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well I have a suprise for Christy and Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: is it another Australian cooked deer and lightly sauted &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;hasenpfeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what the!!!! (barfs in a near by bag)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: my little morsel, I'm sending you and Christy on an exciting trip!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (perks up and wipes vomit off her mouth) where??????&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: settle down Brian! (Trey gets up for back up) ya'll are going to the Big Bend National Park for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: where do we get to go?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ummm, you will stay here and run the show.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (transforms on the spot into her hiking clothes full with tent and sleeping bag) when do we leave?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: how did you pac.........&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: I have arranged for ya'll to be picked up in a Jeep Wrangler in 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: a Jeep Wrangler!!!! (tears roll down his eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: so have fun and report back to us on your excursion Monday!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok, bye hon, I'll call you when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: umm Mandy, there will be no cell phones....&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ( is seen dragging Mandy out the door) (blows a kiss to Brian)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (jumps in the air to catch her kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: ok, Trey, now its our turn. the car is loaded and we are ready.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: lets do it!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: where are ya'll going?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: hunting!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what about me?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well you will run the show by yourself! btw, you will cover for the Blowhards b/c they are coming with....&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan/Trey/Blowhards are seen happily sharpening their knives, as they embark on the hunting trip.&lt;br /&gt;Christy/Mandy: are singing "Regulators" by Warren G as they head to Big Bend.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is left alone in his loneliness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: stay tuned for another edition of the Superfriends 93.8 the Crowsfeet!&lt;br /&gt;will Christy and Mandy hike and the like?&lt;br /&gt;will Rohan and his merry band of ne'er-do-wells hunt to their hearts content?&lt;br /&gt;will Brian be alright all by himself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6996323933395056155?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6996323933395056155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6996323933395056155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6996323933395056155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6996323933395056155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/06/fade-to-black.html' title='Fade to Black'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5648663256749350015</id><published>2009-06-19T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:50:49.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Memory Remains</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Rohan, I think I get it now, can I come out of my room?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: tell me the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: The Office is a t.v. show and Office Space is a movie!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: good job Mandy! can we eat dinner now I'm famished!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (trudges off to the kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (sits comfortably in his australian love seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile at the Peters/Robinson residence:&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (opening the refridgerator door) Christy, did you drink all of the tea????&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I sure did!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, just wondering! (schlumps his shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9:32 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;Scott: ok guys, I have big news!&lt;br /&gt;crew: (collective gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (clapping her hands) is it, your leaving for a better job and tan?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: no! who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (clapping her hands even more rigorously) is it, you've been fired and replaced by Patrick Swayze?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (awakens from her slumber) Patrick Swayze, where????&lt;br /&gt;Scott: son of a...................... will you just listen? I have been fired and replaced by someone very familiar!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmmm, what does this mean for our show?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (in a child-like whisper) hopefully it means we can get real jobs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what was that?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: I''ll break the news as to who it is at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10;55 a.m. on the Blowhards&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: the correct answer was herpes...&lt;br /&gt;DK: (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: thanks to all the callers for playing, "What STD was that!"&lt;br /&gt;DK: yes, this was way better than a story from Trey.&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: shush! DK, we can't mention his name for 30 days due to his contract stipulations.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok guys, that was a wheels off game but it was fun nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;DK: looks like it is time for the bell cow of the station to take to the radio airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey guys, why is our e-mail in-box full of medical pictures of the human privates?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: good grief, is that a.................?&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: ok well, what do we have on the show for today?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well we'll debut our new segment called Tuesday's with Rohan.&lt;br /&gt;DK: (looking at everybody) isn't today Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: actually on the show, we will have trail running talk, weight loss talk and maybe delve into some sportsy sport talk!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I know one thing, I'll have a tall glass of te................ I mean I hope there is some tea to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: today's MixN'Mingle is brought to you by Ozarka bottling company.&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: ok, well ya'll have a dandy of a time. (furiously deleting the show e-mail in-box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is heard waffling through the cool 68' studios.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all. it is time for the controversial yet magnificent Superfriends on 93.8.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why is it so cold in here? (shivering)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: dear, its not that cold. (throws her a UT blanket)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what do we have on the show today, Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: glad you asked my confused long suffering co-host. on the show today we will glaze over trail running, weight loss talk and then dive right into a very important and long conversation of the talk of sport and its affect on society.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: my run sheet says nothing of the sort?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mandy, today is Thursday, so we will not have Tuesday's with Rohan.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why not? (honestly looking perplexed)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummmm, because it is Thursday and that wouldn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey, we have a caller on the Superfriends hotline!&lt;br /&gt;caller go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller: hey guys it is me, Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: my man Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (vomits down her shirt)&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller (Troy): I'm a new dad. her name is Morgan Ava Matheny!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: awwww, Troy, that is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (cleaning up said vomit, only to upchuck again at the thought of Troy procreating)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, when do we get to see her and when will you be back for work?&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller (Troy) oh, you haven't heard? we will be moving to Kenya and living with the fam!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: really????? (longs for the day of travel)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you mean, you won't be here no more?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yippeee! (miraculously cleans all the vomit off her shirt)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow, bro, that is some serious news! ummmm, hope you have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;hotline caller (Troy): have they told you who is replaci........................&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: awww man, I think we lost him.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mandy, did you hang up on him?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (slowly moving her pinkie away from the hang-up button), no!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: hey guys, I'm here with some big news!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I think we already know..&lt;br /&gt;Scott: you do???? how??? I haven't told a soul.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: it's not Troy leaving the show and moving to Africa?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey now no need for cussing!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: (looking over at Mandy with confusion as to who she is) no, I'm leaving this gosh forsaking place and your new boss is....................&lt;br /&gt;Rohan comes sauntering in with full australian regalia and smugness......&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you can't be serious!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what in the world???&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: the Lord has shown himself to be real and there is no place like home!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: yes boys and girls, I'm the new boss!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (seen crying a river of tears)&lt;br /&gt;Scott: had fun and all but I had to make like eggs and scram....&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: my first order of business is to hire Trey in place of Troy.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you can't do that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm the host of this show.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: you mean co-host!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: well we have some talking to do. (rubbing his hands together)&lt;br /&gt;ok, Christy, throw it to network and all of you guys meet me at David's BBQ at 12:30 sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (throws it to network) do we even have a network to throw it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: join us next time on the Superfriends 93.8 the Crowsfeet.&lt;br /&gt;after the show, Brian and Christy console each other with the thought of Rohan being there boss!&lt;br /&gt;On the way to David's BBQ, Mandy is seen driving Rohan, as Rohan sits in the back reading the New York Times.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (thinks this will be great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the next edition- what will they eat at David's BBQ, what will Brian and Christy do now? will things be great, as Mandy so excitingly hopes???????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5648663256749350015?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5648663256749350015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5648663256749350015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5648663256749350015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5648663256749350015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/06/memory-remains.html' title='The Memory Remains'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-7725738316266191495</id><published>2009-06-09T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:46:56.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforgiven</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;(on the way to work)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian, do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: of course I do!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: answer the question, do you really love me?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looking dumbfounded) I said..... yes, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (head in hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:57 a.m. preshow meeting:&lt;br /&gt;Brian: we need to discuss a myriad of topics on the show today, I need everyone's full attention.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you always have my attention. (swatting Brian on the booty)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok ok, enough of the PDA, what are we 12? by the way, where is Troy?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you haven't heard, he is on paternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: he had a kid?????? I knew he was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ummmm, his wife was pregnant and he now gets 3 weeks off.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: 3 weeks!!!!!! (dialing up Rohan)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, I'm right here.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes you are Rohan. everyone, Rohan will fill in for Troy occassionally and have a segment on Tuesday's call Tuesday's with Rohan.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why didn't you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: can ya'll discuss and argue later.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, we have to talk about Broken Finger Inc. calling off the production of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ummmmm, er, why?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: seems like someone called and complained about a certain actress portraying herself.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: %!*?, who did it?&lt;br /&gt;entire crew except Mandy: (points at Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:57 a.m. on the Blowhards&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: hahahahahaha, Trey, you crack me up with these adolescent yet gold stories from your youth.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: well they are true but I have other stories to tell besides these. I would like to tell them if........&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: well Trey, we have to space out your segments b/c we don't want to tire your usefulness.&lt;br /&gt;DK: (looks on terrified)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: I don't understand, I was told I was coming on here to lift ratings out of the gutter and add some pizzazz to this show.&lt;br /&gt;DK: well, lookey here guys, it is time for the Superfriends show. (wiping sweat from his brow)&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: yes, yes it is time. welcome Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (seen leaving in a huff)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well seems like you guys are getting along just nicely. (seen giving Rohan an air high-five)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (has a puzzled look on his face)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (whispers) hurry back Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what was that Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I said, this show is a joy!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: today's Mix N' Mingle is brought to you by the friendly folks of the Katy Trail. Go Katy Trail runners!&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: so what is on the show today?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well we get to discuss a new and exciting segment that will awe inspire you, Tuesday's with Rohan!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: also, but more importantly we will fill everyone in on the whereabouts of Troy and the latest on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (vomits uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well we are up against it so we better go.&lt;br /&gt;DK: ok have a good show and btw, Christy, I left a chocolate chip cookie on your desk cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: o goodie! (chair is spinning out of control)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix Voodoo Child is thrashing through the studios as the Superfriends is brought to life for another side splitting hair raising edition.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (tapping on her mic) are we on yet?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes that is why the little red light in on! (dangit)&lt;br /&gt;welcome one and all it is a ripe 11:21 a.m. and it is time for the Superfriends on 93.8 the Crowsfeet.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (freshly back from her devastation of the aforementioned cookie) why are 21 minutes late?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well someone had to go eat a cookie and Mandy didn't know what the red light meant?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what does the red light mean?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: awe sweety, it means we are on the air.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ugghhh, you called me a bozo but Christy is sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we are married! anyways, on with the intro's of the crew: doing dual duties, program directing and technical directing, is my strong with words wife Christy. Debuting with a segment and on his second to last chance Rohan. Cohosting and whipping us with her backwoods Australian stories from days gone by is Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I'm doing dual duties????&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes my love, remember Troy is on paternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why couldn't you do his duties?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I'm the main host, I mean I'm a busy man.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok ok, lets get this rolling.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, on the show today we will update everyone on why Troy is missing and give updates on our fledgeling movie.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: didn't you just tell everyone why Troy is missing?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes Mandy, in radio it is called a tease. (to make the audience wait longer during the show)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (leans over and explain to Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok Christy, explain to our faithful listening masses about why the absence of Troy.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: his wife had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummm dear, can you give some more details.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (whispers, why I am here) ok, ummm Troy's wife did all the work and delivered a baby. 7lbs. 3 ounces and 20 inches long. is that better?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: much!&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (raises his hand) when do I come on?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: babe, you don't have to raise your hand.....&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (gives Brian the evil eye for telling him to raise his hand when he wants to speak)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: giggles..&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, can we talk about the upcoming/delayed/canceled movie.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes my little chicken nugget, thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like our little movie has been shelved for the time being!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you mean canceled!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well not canceled as in production won't start.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we are still in negotiations on who will play Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: (raises......) Mandy, I thought you said Jenna Fischer was going to play you?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: who?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well actually it was going to be Rachel Dratch, but it seems like for some reason Mandy had a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: who is Jenna Fischer?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: OMG!!!!! she plays on the Office!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I thought Jennifer Aniston was in that.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan: Mandy, lets go collect our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well, we are still in developmental stages, so all is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: actually, you me and Scott have to fly to New York and meet with the producers and try to get our movie up and running again.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: we get to fly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that is all the time we have today, we'll try to do better the next time. we'll have updates on the new Troy baby and the latest and greatest news on our movie.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Rohan is seen escorting Mandy to the nearest Starbucks to explain the difference between the movie Office Space and the t.v. show the Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: stay tuned for another wacky filled show called the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;will Mandy get it? will Troy come back in 3 weeks from paternity leave? will Brian fly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-7725738316266191495?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/7725738316266191495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=7725738316266191495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7725738316266191495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7725738316266191495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/06/unforgiven.html' title='The Unforgiven'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6643077536978902605</id><published>2009-05-29T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:14:21.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvester of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>previously on the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (heard crying about Trey moving onto the Blowhards)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: dude, why you crying?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (wiping tears away) nothing, I'm not crying.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Troy, I can tell you've been crying, what is up?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: I sneezed is all.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: can men not cry Troy, is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott has called a preshow all hands on deck crew meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: is everyone here? where is Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I saw her last............&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I'm here I'm here, sorry had a dustup with Shaniqua down at Target.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: well I have good news.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (seen clapping uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what is it , a raise?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (breaks out the cigars)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: is it  free unlimited Starbucks and jelly beans?&lt;br /&gt;Blowhard crew: it is a better time slot for our show?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: looking over at the Blowhards, who are these guys?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: het Scott, it is me Trey!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: yes, Trey, who are those goobs with you?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: so it is not the Starbucks and jelly beans?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: why is she here?&lt;br /&gt;the news is, we are going to have a movie portraying our little fake radio show!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (seen clapping uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: that is it?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow, that is awesome! who will play us?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: well we will discuss that on the show today.&lt;br /&gt;Blowhards crew: so we are still stuck in the morning drive time slot?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: idiots, that is the second best time behind ours of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:57 a.m. on the Blowhards&lt;br /&gt;Mushmouth Josh: well Trey, that was some captivating talk about egging.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: well I have more.&lt;br /&gt;DK: sounds dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Mushmouth Josh: well we'll get into more next time on a bit called Trey's Snorts Stories.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: I like it.&lt;br /&gt;DK: well it is that time of the day again. it is time for the bell cow of the station to commence.&lt;br /&gt;Mushmouth Josh: awwww yes, the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes this Mix N' Mingle today is brought to you by Cowboys Indians Magazine, the best magazine of the West.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: thank you for that commercial spot Christy. yes Blowhard boys, how are ya?&lt;br /&gt;DK; well thanks..........................&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we better get right to it, we have a big show today!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yes, (htting the Voodoo Child theme button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child is heard creeping through the plush studio at the Crowsfeet 93.8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all to another joculary edifying show today.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what does that even mean?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (throws Mandy a dictionary)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: on the show today, we have potentially big news in the world of Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes, it is huge!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: first things first, program directing is my sexily wife Christy, technical directing is my best bud Troy and rounding out the show is my fear of heights sistern Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: sistern?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: go with it Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: we have been told by the higher ups that there will be a movie made about our little fake radio show. we get to discuss who might portray us in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: I think, Brad Pitt fits me just right!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (vomits in her mouth)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: right ok ummmmm, what about you Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I was thinking more of Jeff Bridges or Dennis Quaid.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: what I think they are stylish and very handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what about Christy?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well we could do, Julia Roberts or Tina Fey.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: can't go wrong there at all.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey on the phone we have our trusted financier, Scott.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: thanks Mandy, and to answer your question from earlier, no you cannot have any more sick/personal days. ok back on subject here, I have been told who plays whom in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: do tell.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: let him talk please, this is big!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: ok playing Brian will be in fact Dennis Quaid.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Dennis said he likes the sound of the character and thinks this will position himself into a big payday. playing the part of Christy will be Julia Roberts. Julia accepted b/c she felt there was a je ne sais quoi about Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: *tear*&lt;br /&gt;Scott: playing Troy will be Jim Belushi.&lt;br /&gt;Troy; hey could have done worse.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: and playing Mandy will be Rachel Dratch, from SNL fame.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (furioulsy looking up Rachel Dratch on google images)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: the Debbie Downer chic?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well I've never!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: the Blowhards will be played by the Three Stooges, dubbed in from the 30's.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what about Rohan?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: well he will have a cameo since he is till recovering from the grease fire.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well he is still recovering b/c he hasn't been mentioned on the show since.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: so your saying he hasn't recovered b/c his name hasn't been said/&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: he will be portrayed by Russell Crowe.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: but they don't even resemb......................&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok, sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: well I better go, I have meeting with the production compay, Broken Finger Inc.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we are flooded with calls and e-mails about this bit of news.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, but we are out of time.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I knew we shouldn't have let Mandy read the comics earlier.&lt;br /&gt;that is all the time we have today, we'll discuss our movie in more detail on tomorrow's show.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: remember everyone, I have a colonoscopy in the morning, so I might run a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: and............&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well atleast you have an excuse. (looking over at Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (seen eating ding dong cake and drinking yoohoo's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: jon us next time as we discuss the movie Superfriends, Mandy's affinity for being late and Troy's butt ailments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6643077536978902605?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6643077536978902605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6643077536978902605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6643077536978902605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6643077536978902605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/05/harvester-of-sorrow.html' title='Harvester of Sorrow'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6463563624393806650</id><published>2009-05-22T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:24:17.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;                         Friday, May 22, 2009       &lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" width="30" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_490519362"&gt;King Nothing&lt;/label&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/weird.gif" /&gt; weird                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Category:&lt;/b&gt; Blogging                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;div id="pBlogBody_490519362" class="blogContent"&gt;previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I'm the boss of this house!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, ok then!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey guys, want to go to Starbucks....?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ya'll go ahead, I don't drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;(door slams within seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting 10:11 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well guys I have called this meeting to discuss the topics for today's show.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Christy, we always have a preshow meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I already made a list of topics to be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: Christy, aren't you directing the Blowhards?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes (seen snarfing a chocolate doughnut), but they are talking about shotguns and deer I think.&lt;br /&gt;Trey's chair is spinning like a top as Trey runs into the studio to discuss hunting.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, good job Christy, we got rid of Trey for a few.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: that was rude Brian!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok ok we can start now, am I late?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why no Mandy you are not late, thanks for the venti frappuccino!&lt;br /&gt;well I better run, I see the Blowhard boys are having too much fun in there.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: can you believe Christy is spending soo much time with those Blowhard goobers?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what losers! who calls yourself MushMouth?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yeah that DK guy I always thought was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:58 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;on the Blowhards&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: thank you caller for that bit of enlightening bit of info about sexism in America, especially Texas.&lt;br /&gt;DK: well it is time to welcome the Superfriends! hey guys, what is on the show today?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we will discuss the resurgent Rangers, read a bit of our fan e-mails and prolly bash your good for nothing show!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (gives Brian an air high-five)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: or we will continue our discussion on sexism in America.&lt;br /&gt;DK: well we had a rootin-tootin good time today, can't wait for our next show....&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: did you just say rootin-tootin?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok well I see this is going to break down into a knock down drag out.&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: Christy, did you invite everyone to Gingerman's for a after show party?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: thanks MushMouth, that was suppose to be a suprise but how about it guys?&lt;br /&gt;Brian-Mandy-Troy-Trey: sure!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well lets get this show on the road. bye bye Blowhards.&lt;br /&gt;MushMouth Josh: see ya tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is waling throughout the apple candle scented studio!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all to another rousing edition of the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;the crew today is headlined by my sweet wife directing, Christy, my best friend of 22 years technical directing Troy, my small but someimes funny cohost-Mandy, and finally my erstwhile lug of a friend with his usual back porch bantar Trey.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Brian, your introductions get longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I am what I am.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: yes indeedy.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok, lets carry on shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes my sweet cantaloupe. on today's show we will talk about the resurgent Texas Rangers, maybe mix in a fan e-mail or two and recap the Blowhards meltdow......... I mean discuss the very intelligent show that was on the Blowhards.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why must we bash that show so?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: well they do suck!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I wouldn't say suck but maybe they are just working the early kinks out.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mandy, you just said yesterday that you were all for the sexism talk for todays show.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: o right I did, but I thought my inclusion on topics would be kept private.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well its not so private now is it.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: catfight catfight!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: lets respect their privacy Troy.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: right, I get it take the high road.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: you fool Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok ok, lets get this show out of the ditch and Mandy we'll discuss tonight at Gingerman's.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok! alright up first lets delve into our ever growing fan e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes good idea! I'll go first. we have Paul from Richardson. Paul writes: love the show guys, when will Christy get her own show, she is dynamite!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I'lll answer, that nev....................&lt;br /&gt;Christy: awww good one! what were you saying there Brian? I got overly excited!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: nothing! Mandy, who you got next.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well I have Melba in Arlington. Melba writes: I love this show but I think not enough time is being devoted to the main host of the show Brian. (Mandy vomits in her mouth) wow! I might have read that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: nope didn't read it wrong sounded good over here. (here being a pile of hot dog wrappers and bottles of Shiner)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: we have time for one more.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok hows about, Joe Bob from Irving. Joe Bob writes: I'm a listener from day one and I love this show, it keeps my lonely life meaningful and I feel like I have known you guys forever.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy-Christy: how nice!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that is all the time we have for the mailbag today, lets get into Ranger talk.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy-Christy: (chairs are empty as the scamper off to the bathroom and coffee station)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: hey guys, guess what? I have been offered the yuck monkey role on the Blowhards. awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what about us?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: well my time has come to an end good buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: we will miss ya Trey!&lt;br /&gt;Trey: aww tha...............&lt;br /&gt;Brian: alright! we are out of time, so join us next time on the Superfriends 93.8 the Crowsfeet!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy and Christy are seen on the breakroom couches covered in chocolate doughnut sauce and enveloped in coffee smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviefone guy: next time on the superfriends we will discuss the Gingerman after party and Trey's big defection/promotion/in reality demotion to the Blowhards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6463563624393806650?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6463563624393806650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6463563624393806650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6463563624393806650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6463563624393806650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/05/king-nothing.html' title='King Nothing'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-3238594643565836699</id><published>2009-05-13T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:13:58.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackened!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_488928015"&gt;Blackened!&lt;/label&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/crazy.gif" /&gt; silly                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at the Peters/Robinson resident)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Christy, hurry up we have a important crew meeting today!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wait a dadgum minute, I have to blowdry my hair!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ughhhh (jingles keys)&lt;br /&gt;(christy can be heard singing in the bathroom as she dries her hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10 crew meeting&lt;br /&gt;Scott: I have called this meeting to announce we are broadcasting another radio show right before ours. It will be called the Blowhards!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: cool, what will it be about?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: glad you asked my rotund friend.&lt;br /&gt;(Troy is seen grabbing a dictionary to look up rotund)&lt;br /&gt;Scott: it will be about any and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: so a show about nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: no hon, he said about any and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: it will hosted by MushMouth Josh from Boston and DK from Ft. Worth.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: I thought I was gonna get the next radio gig?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: well Trey, noone wanted to hear about animals, mountains and Grizzly Adams stories, or atleast that is brian said.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (staring daggers at Brian)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Trey, come on, I hav a valid point.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: the show will run from 8-11 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: who will produce this show?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: good question Christy, nice hair by the way, ummmm, you will!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I will huh?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Brian didn't tell you? he was suppose to tell you over a back massage, glass of wine and Xena reruns.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Brian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Brian returns from the snack machine with a hand full of hoohoo's)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: don't you have something to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmmmmm, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: bro, you better make a run for it!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: actually, I can take this gig and make the show more of my own more than this pile of crap show the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: well now, the Superfriends is locally rated #1 in its demographic.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yea, what 3-7 yr olds.&lt;br /&gt;(door slams and a scent of Australia vagabondness sweeps the studios)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mandy, it has been toooooooo long!&lt;br /&gt;Scott: I'm glad your back b/c one more missed day and it was unemployment line for you!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (in a serious Russell Crowe accent) I'm back better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: good, about time!&lt;br /&gt;(Scott fills in the crew about more of the Blowhards Show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Station Update*&lt;br /&gt;The Blowhards will begin at 8:00-11:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;The Superfriends will begin at 11:00-2:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*now back to our regular programming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:58 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;(on the Blowhards)&lt;br /&gt;Mushmouth Josh: well that is all the time we have for today, thank you for joining us in our very first show.&lt;br /&gt;DK: yea man, good show indeed. next time on the show, we will have a fried pig feet with peanut butter recipe, an interview with Tom Wopat and 5 easy steps on how to change oil in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Mushmouth Josh: up next, we have the #1 rated local show, the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Blowhards, huh! yeah this will last.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey guys, I can't wait to hear about that recipe! (seen rubbing her belly)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: ok, guys, Scott just sent me a tweet and said the portion of this show is called the MixN'Mingle!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: he means, we bantar about back and forth til we kill about 10 minutes of the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: right right!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: so Mushmouth Josh, how was the show today?&lt;br /&gt;Mushmouth Josh: not bad, we got to talk about the rise of malerape in America, unemployment talk and some weird segment called Feminism today!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: ok ok, well we gotta go, we are late. lets go to break, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Child can be heard through the very quiet studios.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I'm back! (is said before the song is over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(moviefone guy: join us next time on the Superfriends/Blowhards 93.8 the Crowsfeet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-3238594643565836699?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3238594643565836699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=3238594643565836699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3238594643565836699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3238594643565836699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/05/blackened.html' title='Blackened!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-2008085251722768499</id><published>2009-05-09T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:04:59.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Magnetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_488140250"&gt;Death Magnetic&lt;/label&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/apathetic.gif" /&gt; apathetic                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Category:&lt;/b&gt; Friends                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: look at me, I have lost weight!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes you have Brian, must have been from all the running you have done!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: or from the lack of real food I eat.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: you just don't want to admit what I say as truth.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: hey guys, almost a month before my kid is born, (passes out cigars to the crew)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: mmmmmmm, I love cigars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting-10:15 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: alright has anyone found Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: last I heard or saw, she was eating dingdong cake at her mom's.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: last I heard or saw, she was drowning in Starbucks hysteria and eating leftover mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: last I heard or saw................. who cares!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Child is heard wailing throughout the plush studio.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all to the award winning Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;let me introduce the best crew in the great state of radio. my wife and lover of run, technically directing, Christy. my best friend of 22 years and president of the Shiner Beer Association and program director, Troy. last and certainly not least my very mountainous and rugged intern, Trey.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: mountainous??&lt;br /&gt;Troy: when was I named president of this Shiner Beer Association?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: lover of run????&lt;br /&gt;Brian: those are questions we can answer at a later date, we have more important things to get too.&lt;br /&gt;on the show today, we will discuss Mother's Day, Mavs basketball, and the continued whereabouts of our dear dear small friend Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: do we have to talk sports? (ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: well we are all guys here except you, so majority wins!&lt;br /&gt;Brian-Trey: (in unison) ooooooooooo nooooooooooooo! Troy you stepped in it now!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: first of all, I am a woman, second, I don't need know man! so ya'll want to talk sports go ahead! I've got a pedi-mani to do, some shopping, and since I am a lover of run, I will be running. so stick that in your pipes and smoke it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: thanks Troy, now I will have to watch the bank account today and after the show run a 5k.....&lt;br /&gt;Troy: dude, seriously, man up!&lt;br /&gt;Trey: hey, she can be one tough cookie, believe me I know.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (shooting darts at Trey)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, anyone know where Mandy is? shw owes me $20.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: hey the phones are lighting up.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: line 1, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;line 1: can we talk Mavs, who cares where Mandy is?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: agreed caller, lets talk Mavs.&lt;br /&gt;line 1: will the Mavs pull out this series against the ThuggNuggets?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: line 1 caller, state your name and local?&lt;br /&gt;line 1: my name is Amanda and I am calling from east Arlington.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: hey wait  a minute!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: dude, let her talk, she's talking Mavs.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: but........&lt;br /&gt;Trey: don't interrupt, BRIAN!&lt;br /&gt;line 1: ok, well I think the Mavs will not win this series b/c they are weak and unfocused. second of all Cuban spends money on retreads.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I know who................&lt;br /&gt;Troy: if you interrupt her one more time!&lt;br /&gt;Trey: seriously! go ahead line 1.&lt;br /&gt;line 1:btw, where is Christy today?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: see, i knew it! this is Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;line 1; yes it is, you schlubbs.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Christy went to get a pdei-mani and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;line 1: (dialtone)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: hello, hello!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: great, we found Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: hey we got another caller.&lt;br /&gt;line 2: this is Christy, and ummm yeah, me and Mandy are going shopping in West Village, then going to Sam Moon, and finally we are going to Hugo's and Hank's to get a massage. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (is seen crying in his chair)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: wow, dude, this is rough.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: I know what will fix you up, lets go to Waffle House?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (in a five yr. old girls voice) can we listen to Metallica?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: sure brutha, whatever you want?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: (steps into the studio) hey, where is everyone? we still have 20 minutes left of the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time on the show, we will see what the future of Superfriends holds?&lt;br /&gt;is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;is Christy and Mandy really going to West Village to shop?&lt;br /&gt;join us next time to see if there is a next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian-Troy-Trey jump into Trey's station wagon and head to the closet Waffle House!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-2008085251722768499?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/2008085251722768499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=2008085251722768499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/2008085251722768499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/2008085251722768499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-magnetic.html' title='Death Magnetic'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5059133393570022052</id><published>2009-02-21T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:58:34.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breadfan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (door slams shut)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (sound of dr. pepper can opening)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (silence of book reading)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (guzzle sound of shiner bock)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (*snore*)&lt;br /&gt;Scott: (getting money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting-10:29 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I'm the first one to arrive, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: not so fast my grown man husband! I actually was first this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (schlumps) you're right babe!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: where is Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well, she seemed pretty preturbed on the last show.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: why?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well it seems like she can't handle the pressure. she is like an egg, she cracks easily! get it cracks....................&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wow! can we get on with the fake live radio show, my mango is warming.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: well, the ratings are in, and the last half of the show, the numbers went up!&lt;br /&gt;what ever ya'll are doing keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is whispering through the studio.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome all and one to the Superfriends! hey, wait, why is the music so low, I can barely hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: b/c my sainted mother is coming over and I don't want her to hear the devil music you listen too.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: o ok!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: so, what is on the show today?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we are trying to raise Mandy and see where she is? plus, I have Ft. Worth's own, Trap Squad Cartel in studio.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: who?&lt;br /&gt;Trey? who in the hades is that?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: they are a fine upstanding music group from funkytown Ft. Worth.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: oh right, if you like them, then they must be rap.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: anyways, lets not get bogged down. onto our first order of business. where is Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: well I have a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: that must be a first! (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what Christy?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: huh, o, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Brian, yes Troy, what is your brilliant idea. grilled cheese sandwiches, again!&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (lol, giggling)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: did you say something Brian.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I said you liked grilled cheese sandwiches is all.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: o ok. anyways, lets take some calls on where Mandy might be.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wow, that is a golden idea Troy. (patting him on the head)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: line 1, you're on.&lt;br /&gt;line 1: yes my name is Jonell, I think Mandy is in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: alright, line 1 we can't verify your information.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: line 2, you're on.&lt;br /&gt;line 2: this is Pedro, this Mandy person was last seen eating chicken and waffles at the downtown Chicken Coop Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: where is this Chicken Coop, I must have some. (Trey is seen running out of the studio)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: guys, I know where she is, she is at the Patrick Swayze meet and greet.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, ummmmmm my mother is here and I ummmm need to go. Brian, tuna is in the fridge, see ya at home.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wait a minute! Christy, where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: dude, she is going to Patrick Swayze.&lt;br /&gt;Brian (sobbing uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: its all right chief, we'll finish the show in grand style.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (tearfully) how?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: we'll close the show with some mandatory Metallica!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (in 5 yr. old girls voice) ok.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (blares Master of Puppets to cheer downtrodden Brian up)&lt;br /&gt;Scott: hey, what the heck! what in tarnation is going on in here?&lt;br /&gt;why is there a rap group singing in my office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned next time to find out what in tarnation is going on!&lt;br /&gt;are Mandy and Christy really going to see Patrick Swayze?&lt;br /&gt;is Trey really going to eat at the Chicken Coop Restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;join us next time on the 93.8 the Superfriends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5059133393570022052?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5059133393570022052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5059133393570022052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5059133393570022052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5059133393570022052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/breadfan_21.html' title='Breadfan!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-3807406999373576776</id><published>2009-02-21T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:57:36.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Superfriends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the financier: Brian, now tell me why you think you should go to Tampa?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: that is where the Super Bowl is at! everyone who is somebody is going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Scott the financier: can we do this on the cheap?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: sure we can, we won't bring Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Scott the financier: isn't she the co-host?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmmm, er, well, yes......... ok, how about the crew stay in a Motel 6.&lt;br /&gt;Scott the financier: done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child is heard blaring through the Tampa Bay Convention Center, declaring the Superfriends is live and on the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all, we are live and local in Tampa Bay, site of Super Bowl 43!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Brian, ummmmm, we are not local! we are in Tampa Bay Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: right right. welcome everyone, live and notso local, we are in Tampa Bay, Florida, site of Super Bowl 43. is that better Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (shooting eye darts) yes!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (introduces the crew) back in Aggtown, twisting and tweaking, program director, Troy,  very live and very lovely with technical director duties my wife, Christy, back at the mothership, yuck monkey Rohan, and last but not least my trusty equal sidekick Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why didn't Rohan get to come.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: we are on tight budget. we couldn't bring the ancillary people, you know the hangerson.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: o, ok!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: on the show today, we have former Cowboy great Michael Irvin and we will read the dead Tom Landry's bio.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (can't believe she took off a week from actual work for this)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: we are going to read a dead person's bio????&lt;br /&gt;Brian: not just any dead person, TOM LANDRY!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: yeah Mandy, get it right.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: *$#!*! to you Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: did that get dumped?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes fortunately we have a 23 second delay, so most of this horsecrap doesn't even make it on the air.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why 23 seconds delay?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: B/C I LIKE 23!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: see Mandy, you got her all riled up........ (brian passes a cinnamon toast and mango over to Christy to calm her.)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ok, where is this Michael Irving person, he is late!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (smacks his forhead)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: ummmm Mandy, it is Michael Irvin.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: that is what I said.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (has no clue what is transpiring b/c of her mango belly)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well since Mr. Irvin is running a bit late, lets delve into the bio.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: how about we let yuck monkey Rohan, do a quick story.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (checks with Christy, who gives the thumbs up)&lt;br /&gt;yuck monkey Rohan: (in a very strong harsh Australian accent) well I went hunting and fishing the other day.................... and.....................&lt;br /&gt;Christy: whoa, hey, yo...... not so fast Crocodile Dundee. remember we banned any all hunting or fishing talk.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: one b/c I said, (it is in her creative control contract) and two, I'm fiercely against the unwanted and unfair practice of death hunting of animals.&lt;br /&gt;yuck monkey Rohan: Mandy.............. that's not fair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well, I just got word, that Michael Irvin is not coming today b/c SOMEONE pronounced his name wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: wonder who that was? (whispering Mandy's name)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: is seen leaving her co-host chair in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well this was another fine day at the office. (hmmmmppphh)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (tries to recanoiter the show) this was another rousing and radio gold edition of the Superfriends! join us next time as we talk about the fallout of Mandy leaving her co-host chair during midshow and we'll have Tampa Bay talk.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (seen running away very very far)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (back in the studio, is schumpled in his chair surrounded by doughnut wrappings and shiner)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: goodnight Canada! goodnight America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. will Mandy keep her job?&lt;br /&gt;will Rohan adhere to Christy's non death hunting talk?&lt;br /&gt;will Superfriends grace the airwaves again??????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-3807406999373576776?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3807406999373576776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=3807406999373576776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3807406999373576776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3807406999373576776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-superfriends.html' title='Super Superfriends!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-1780683216137961387</id><published>2009-02-21T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:56:31.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Victims Unit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogContent"&gt;             previously on the Superfriends....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: who's on first?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: who's on second?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: where's third?&lt;br /&gt;micoff Troy: score!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:39 a.m. preshow meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: is everyone present?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I've been here since 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: oh yeah, I have been here since............ok since 10:25.&lt;br /&gt;micoff Troy: (holds up a card that says, I have been here since 10:00)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: anyways, I would like to discuss today's show.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: go ahead darling.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: today I have a special guest, her name is Marsha DoGood. she is 95 and a half marathon runner.&lt;br /&gt;micoff Troy: ......................................&lt;br /&gt;Brian: very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Child is humming through the Superfriends studio.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: welcome one and all. we are very pleased for you to join us today.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: so sit back and enjoy our bantar and repartay.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I understand we have a special guest today?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes we do, her name is Marsha DoGood. she is 95 and a half marathon runner. pretty awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: you mean she runs for a living? what is that like 12-13 miles.&lt;br /&gt;micoff Troy:....................... (nods his head yes)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (confused)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes Brian, she actually gets off the couch and does something with her life. you know lives, loves life! (lazy A, shifting her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: wow Christy, this is something close to your heart huh!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes she is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ok, on the Dallas Cowboys hotline, we have Ms. Marsha DoGood.&lt;br /&gt;welcome!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: yes welcome. ok, Ms. DoGood, or can we call you Marsha?&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: you can me Marsha.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: awwwww your so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: why thank you little one.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (starts the questioning) , Marsha, why do you do it?, why do you run even at the advanced age of 95?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I'm sorry Marsha, Brian, is a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: (gasps) couch potato!!!!!! I thought this was an Runners/Healthy Living show?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: don't go, please! (giving Brian the throat slashing gesture)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: leaves the studio to collect his thoughts and get a glass of apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Marsha, how do you do it? how do you keep running at the young age of 95?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: do tell?&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: well (in a robust yet graveley voice), I run 7-8 miles a day, and then drink a glass of red wine and eat grapefruits, lots of grapefruits.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy:( furiously writing down Marsha's routine)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wow! what does your husband do?&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: (defiantly says) He died 50 yrs ago from eating bad and not walking or running.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: did he eat grilled cheese sandwiches?&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: yes&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: did he eat globs of queso?&lt;br /&gt;micoff Troy:..................... (holding up card, did he eat chicken wings?)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (asks micoff Troy's question.)&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: yes&lt;br /&gt;Christy: OMG! Brian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian is seen eating a bucket of chicken wings drenched in bleu cheese and drinking undiet dr. pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Christy darts out the door and tackles Brian, knocking the bucket of chicken into the air.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well thank you Marsha, you have enlightened us.&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: well I would like to get into my running schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: well I'm afraid we are out of time.&lt;br /&gt;Marsha: well I've never!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I've never either, so goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;micoff Troy: (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Christy is seen cleaning chicken grease of Brian and telling him to get his running shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (begrudgingly does and proclaims, I'm walking)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: thank you for listening to the Superfriends, join us next time. maybe Yuck Monkey Rohan will get his job back!&lt;br /&gt;micoff Troy: (nods negatively)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: Goodnight Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Christy is seen running in the area park while Brian weezes and puffs out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;!--- blogger's current book/movie/music/games ---&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-1780683216137961387?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1780683216137961387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=1780683216137961387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1780683216137961387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1780683216137961387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/special-victims-unit.html' title='Special Victims Unit!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-1865270733261834802</id><published>2009-02-21T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:55:29.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Justice for All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: what?&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: who?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: when&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: where?&lt;br /&gt;Yuck Monkey Rohan: why?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why indeed???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting 10:34 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;in attendance: Brian, Mandy, Christy, Rohan, Troy, Scott.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I have called this meeting to introduce our new financier- Scott.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ughhhh&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (slaps forehead)&lt;br /&gt;Troy and Trey: (hi-fiving, and grab butting)&lt;br /&gt;financier Scott: thank you Brian, congrats on the marriage. I would like to offer my services and really just dive in and help this show continue to be what it is. riveting radio.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (vomits in her mouth)&lt;br /&gt;after much mingling and the like the crew gets ready for a rousing edition of the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Child is subtly being played in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;tw mandy: why the softness of song?&lt;br /&gt;brian: well I have decided that I have become to much of the show and I need to let my co-host and crew take more control.&lt;br /&gt;christy: wow, brian, how grown up of you. (twinkle of the eye)&lt;br /&gt;troy: you sure you want to do this? I mean really?&lt;br /&gt;tw mandy: mic off troy!&lt;br /&gt;brian: (leans over and turns troy's mic off.)&lt;br /&gt;troy: (sits in utter amazement)&lt;br /&gt;christy: you ARE my husband! (looking over at brian)&lt;br /&gt;mandy: on today's program, we will talk college football, turkey day stories and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;troy: (seen seething in his producer's chair)&lt;br /&gt;christy: so mandy, what would you like to talk about first?&lt;br /&gt;mandy: well I have a few stories about Thankgiving.&lt;br /&gt;brian: lets hear. (seen with hand on chin, intently listening)&lt;br /&gt;mandy: well a couple of years...................&lt;br /&gt;rohan: well it happened like this actually.&lt;br /&gt;we went hunting in the backwoods of Australia and we found a huge big ol' turkey. after much hunting, stalking and following of said turkey, we decided to play russian roulette witht the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;christy: oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;troy: now your talking my language.&lt;br /&gt;mandy: (rips the mic cord out of the wall, cord is seen dangling out of mandy's hand)&lt;br /&gt;mandy: evil laughter ensues.&lt;br /&gt;rohan: can I get back to my story? ok, next, I circled it and drew my weapon.&lt;br /&gt;I pointed it right at its.........................................&lt;br /&gt;fiancier Scott: (bursts in the door) what in tarnation is going on? this is a family friendly radio show. whose idea was this?&lt;br /&gt;mandy/brian/christy/troy(micoff): (all point at rohan)&lt;br /&gt;financier Scott: rohan come see me in my office. now!&lt;br /&gt;rohan: (schlumps off to meet with fiancier Scott)&lt;br /&gt;christy: can you believe this?&lt;br /&gt;mandy: I know, I never knew Rohan liked to hunt.&lt;br /&gt;troy: (with mic off)...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;brian: well lets talk sport now, k? I mean if that is ok mandy?&lt;br /&gt;mandy: of course it is......&lt;br /&gt;christy: well I know UT plays A&amp;amp;M tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;brian: (lovingly looks on) you ARE my wife.&lt;br /&gt;brian and christy: face kiss between the glass. (christy has her own program director cubicle and brian/mandy are in the studio.)&lt;br /&gt;mandy: get a room! also, troy your new nickname is micoff troy.&lt;br /&gt;troy: ......................................................&lt;br /&gt;mandy: well that is all the time we have for today. next time on the superfriends, we will learn the fate of rohan.&lt;br /&gt;background music is playing.&lt;br /&gt;trey: (in dramatic moviefone guy voice) will rohan keep his yuck monkey role? will christy and brian get a room? will troy ever say words live on the air? will Texas Tech ever recover from that humialting, embarrassing, disgusting loss to OU?&lt;br /&gt;join us next time on the Superfriends 93.8 the Crowsfeet.......&lt;br /&gt;mandy: well done trey!&lt;br /&gt;brian:  reach for the stars and and keep jammin.&lt;br /&gt;christy:  and we'll see ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-1865270733261834802?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1865270733261834802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=1865270733261834802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1865270733261834802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1865270733261834802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-justice-for-all.html' title='And Justice for All!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-1016492893758457019</id><published>2009-02-21T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:54:26.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomp and Circumstance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Financier Tiffani:  I quit!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: well it seems like I am here to run this ship while Brian and Christy are away on their honeymoon. (kicks her feet up on desk and  drifts off to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting: in attendance, Brian, Christy, trainwreck Mandy, Yuck Monkey Rohan, *patron* Troy and cowboy Trey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: where is fiancier Tiffani?&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: um, er, um well, she quit.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: she quit? who is going to fund this slop now?&lt;br /&gt;cowboy Trey: giggles and offers up to let his co-workers in on a secret. I have found a new source for money. I'll let ya'll know at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is time for the beginning of the show and trainwreck Mandy is still eating her yum yums and drinking a yoo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaring through the studio is Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all! yes, I'm back better than ever and ladies yes I am married........&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: hi Brian, welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: um, trainwreck Mandy, I saw you in the production meeting. (weirdo)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: lets stay on target.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes America, that is my beautiful wife Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (shows off her glittery ring)&lt;br /&gt;crew: looks on in wonder and amazement! oohs and aahs are heard throughout the studio.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: on the show today, we will reminisce and tell stories about our wonderful honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: um, er, well Rohan and I stayed in an exotic and romantic place.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: didn't ya'll stay somewhere in north Tx?&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: (shoots darts and shows him the one finger salute)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: lets stay on target. (seen scarfing down benets)&lt;br /&gt;cowboy Trey: don't forget, I have big news at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: looking over the Neilsen ratings for the last quarterly period.&lt;br /&gt;why are we second in listenership?&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: what?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: huh!, looks like it took a nose dive right around the time of our honeymoon. what happened?&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: I couldn't handle the pressure!&lt;br /&gt;Yuck Monkey Rohan: believe me, she couldn't...... she didn't even fix me dinner for the week.&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy: I'm sorry! (sobbing) I knew I couldn't fill your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: get a hold of yourself trainwreck Mandy! this is only a live fake radio show.&lt;br /&gt;cowboy Trey: fake! what the heck am I doing here then?&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: hey trey, what is your big news?&lt;br /&gt;cowboy Trey: um nothing (and runs out the door)&lt;br /&gt;(ring ring)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, welcome to the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;caller: um yes, I am downstairs and I am here to meet with a Brian and a Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: wah! (is boohooing like a baby)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: um right, well that is all the time we have for today, join us next time on the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: why did you end the show so early?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I have a babbling nincumpoop as a co-host, and a guy downstairs wanting to meet with us.&lt;br /&gt;(ring ring)&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: yes caller go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;caller: I am here to sign the contract as your new financier.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: wait a minute, I know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;could it be, Scott, Scott Wayman.&lt;br /&gt;caller: yes it could brutha!&lt;br /&gt;trainwreck Mandy and Christy are seen head down and schlumping in their chair.&lt;br /&gt;financier Scott: mwa hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. due to character conflicts fiancier Tiffani has been replaced by Scott Wayman.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2. cowboy Trey is ducking fiancier Scott because of a monetary debt he owes.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more climactic and everchanging life events on Superfriends 93.8 the Crowsfeet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-1016492893758457019?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1016492893758457019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=1016492893758457019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1016492893758457019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1016492893758457019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/pomp-and-circumstance.html' title='Pomp and Circumstance!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-2874245792539908043</id><published>2009-02-21T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:53:26.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the Horn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (on the phone with financier Tiffani.) yes we are still doing our radio show. it seems *patron* Troy was let go yesterday! yeah, well, I would like to invoke my creative control clause in my contract and hire *patron* Troy back.&lt;br /&gt;financier Tiffani: (on phone) ok Brian, ok, *patron* Troy is hired back on. he does need to do a better job of securing guests.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I will see to it. you don't pay me the big bucks and give me top billing over Mandy for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (overhears in near by watercooler area) *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: ok, let me do a head count here to see who is all present.&lt;br /&gt;looks like everyone is here. *patron* Troy why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: well it seems the powers that be wanted me back.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: oh, well, I didn.....................................&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, the powers that be wanted you back.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: alright, enough of the ancillary mumbo jumbo. lets get down to business. what are we going to feature on the show today?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I think we should do a mixture of things.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: yes, like phone calls and interviews.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wow Mandy, that is the honest to goodness first legit thing out of your mouth since your mom's recipe for those famous enchiladas.....&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: (snickers)&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: well we are on in 2 minutes and 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaring through the unairconditioned studios is Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome on and all to the very popular Superfriends 93.8 f.m. the Crowsfeet. with an even more visible on air role *patron* Troy will introduce the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: but I thought that was..............................&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: twisting and tweaking is Christy Robinson-Peters aka SweetSweet with technical director duties, myself the chosen one, with program director duties and last but not least Brian *the boss* hosting the show.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ummmmmmmmmmm, what about me?&lt;br /&gt;(subtle name change in 5, 4, 3, 2 ,1)&lt;br /&gt;*the chosen one* Troy: (after consulting with *the boss*) oh right, and co-hosting with *the boss* is Mandy aka *trainwreck*.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: ok is this a peeing contest or what? can we get on with the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the boss* Brian: first on the agenda is to discuss why in the world does Arlington TX not have public transportation?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy *trainwreck*: thought we were only going to talk sports? hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;*the boss* Brian: well you see little one, public transportation, will greatly benefit the city in the way of sport because it is home to the Rangers and Cowboys......&lt;br /&gt;Mandy *trainwreck*: oh! (head slumped in hands)&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: finally a topic I can partake in.&lt;br /&gt;*the chosen one* Troy: well we have Mayor Greene on line 1 to discuss all things transportation.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy *trainwreck*: hi Mr. Greene, what do you think of having public transportation in Arlington? plus why in the name of the Lord Jesus, did you and the higher ups in Arlington allow the Cowboys to come here?&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: (giggling)&lt;br /&gt;*the boss* Brian: I'm sorry Mr. Greene about that comment, Mandy didn't take her meds this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Greene: it is ok Brian, I run into all kinds of delinquents and nefarious people. this I can assure you is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: well Mayor Greene, why is Arlington without public transportation?&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Greene: well, er, um, gargle, sniff, er, ummmmmmmmmmmmmm! I better run I have my wife's dry cleaning to pick up. thanks for the invite....... (Mayor Greene is heard cussing before he hangs up.)&lt;br /&gt;*the chosen one* Troy: well that went well.&lt;br /&gt;financier Tiffani: guys, I just a phone call from the city of Arlington and they are mad! something about embarrassing Mayor Greene. saying he wasn't prepared for our line of questioning. we are on FCC probation.&lt;br /&gt;*the boss* Brian: well it is all Mandy's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy *trainwreck*: wait a dadgum minute, I'll take some blame but............. your wifey wife over there........................&lt;br /&gt;*the boss* Brian: well Mandy, I have to live with her and if momma ain't happy noone is happy! you dig!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy *trainwreck*: ughhhh&lt;br /&gt;*the boss* Brian: well we better wrap up the show before we get canceled.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy *trainwreck*: yeah well I have to leave anyways to go pick up Beefers hamburgers for Rohan. he loves Beefers! wahoooooo!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*the boss* brian: anyways, we'll heave to and trice up and try to do better the next time...&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: well, Brian momma is happy, so lets go lay out by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;*the boss* Brian: (in a 6 yr old girls voice) Christy it's hot!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*the chosen one* Troy: join us next time for a rousing edition of the popular and critically acclaimed Superfriends 93.8 f.m. the Crowsfeet.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is seen speed racing through west Arlington side swiping homeless people and jalope cars for her mouth watering Beefers hamburgers.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way the reason for the sudden and unexplained nickname changes, because we are a kid friendly PG radio show. except for the rude Mandy diatribes........&lt;br /&gt;*Cowboy* Trey: Goodnight Canada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-2874245792539908043?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/2874245792539908043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=2874245792539908043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/2874245792539908043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/2874245792539908043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/around-horn.html' title='Around the Horn!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-1291593285282988369</id><published>2009-02-21T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:52:27.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>White Elephant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;financier Tiffani: we need to raise listernership. how can we do that?&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: how about talking sports?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: besides that, I have an idea! how about we shift duties amongst the crew.&lt;br /&gt;financier Tiffani: brilliant! now I know why I gave you top billing over Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: so what duties will each crew member have?&lt;br /&gt;financier Tiffani: well, we'll let Brian and you, sweetsweet, take care of those issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting. 9:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: is everyone here?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I think so, I'm on time b/c I told Yuck Monkey Rohan to make his own dadgum breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: Rohan just called and said, he will be late b/c of a grease fire in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ughhhh&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: anyways, I want to go over our new duties for the show today.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: yes, today's edition will be called the White Elephant.&lt;br /&gt;everyone looks on in wonder and amazement!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: so here is the rundown. SweetSweet will be co-hosting today with *patron* Troy. Mandy will take over Yuck Monkeyness duties and I'll be doing dual jobs. I'll be the program director and technical director.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: cool man, I"ll get to whip everyone into submission with my diatribes of past athletic prowness.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: ughhhh&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: well lets get this show on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmm, I'm in charge now, so I'll say when we start. (after 30 seconds) ok, lets get this show on the road.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: sends visual laser darts accompanied with elementary hand gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaring through the dingy hot studios Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: welcome to the show, 93.8 the Superfriends on the Crowsfeet.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: yes welcome to one and all. (tries to explain the developments of the crew changes but interrupted by)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: since I'm large and in charge, I'll introduce the crew. twisting and tweaking will be me, yours truly. with program director duties will be me, the one and only. co-hosting (and trying to fill my very big shoes) will be my beautimus SweetSweet and filling in for Mandy, aka. trainwreck, is *patron* Troy. handling Yuck Monkey duties is Mandy. with a firm clinch still on the station purse strings is financier Tiffani. Rohan will not be on the show today b/c of a serious grease fire accident.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: so when is my first YM report?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ummmm first Mandy, you need to get the crew our morning drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (shuffles off, head slumped)&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: ok today's show, I thought we could actually take phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: great idea SweetSweet.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I agree (nodding knowlingly, since that his was idea to begin with)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: line 1&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: line 1 name please?&lt;br /&gt;line 1: my name is Josh from Boston.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: boston ey?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (muffling on the line) dialtone. sorry, we had a bad connection.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: seen giving Brian the evil eye.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: line 2 you're on.&lt;br /&gt;line 2: haye man, my name is dirk from Itlee.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: hey SweetSweet, I'll take this one.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: NO, I mean no, I'll handle this one.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (violently rips the cord out of the phone jack)&lt;br /&gt;YM Mandy: what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: sorry, my arm twitched.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: can we try one more?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: sure, line 3.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: line 3 go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;line 3: my name is Pau.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: hi Pau.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: son of a b*tch. (throws the phone out the window)&lt;br /&gt;*ptron* Troy: dude what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that is all the time we have for today. (brian throws it to network)&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: is there a problem you would like to discuss Brian?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: nice try today guys we'll try to do better the next time.&lt;br /&gt;YM Mandy: I gotta go, Rohan just texted and said the grease is still bubbling in the kitchen, or what is left of the kitchen. that dadgum idi..........................&lt;br /&gt;Brian: is seen running out of the studio with SweetSweet right on his trail.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: is left to play darts in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for another hair raising and headache inducing edition of the Superfriends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-1291593285282988369?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1291593285282988369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=1291593285282988369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1291593285282988369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1291593285282988369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/white-elephant.html' title='White Elephant!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5669309674653245313</id><published>2009-02-21T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:51:08.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday suits are real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wham! bam! slam! thwap! slap! Sweet Sweet unleashes fire and brimstone on the unsuspecting *patron* Troy. it seems our good program director forgot to hook up Christopher Meloni for his scheduled interview. by the way *patron* Troy did beat his previous high on the fateful game of darts. Mandy is heard giggling at the destruction and demolition of *patron* Troy. *cowboy* trey the intern is seen running for the hills, leaving his good buddy in his time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is blaring out of the underwhelmingly cheap speakers at the Crowsfeet studios.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome one and all. lets introduce the crew and get on with the show. technically directing is Christy Robinson-Peters aka SweetSweet, with prgram directing duties is the battered and bruised *patron* Troy, Yuck Monkey Rohan with traffico traffico, and with a cameo appearance financier Tiffani.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I have a headache. I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sweet: fight through it Mandy you'll be ok!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: HEY, were not here to bore listeners with our weak ailments!! heave to and trice up Mandy....&lt;br /&gt;financier Tiffani: (busts in) hey, I have a brilliant idea on how to gather more listeners. it came to me last night during my daily pedicure/mancure seaweed rubdown. Brian should run naked through the outfield over at the Temple (Ballpark in Arlington).&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: where is that?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: see this why you have second billing Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sweet: ain't no one runnning naked anywhere anytime.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: (throws up in his mouth at the thought of Brian running naked)&lt;br /&gt;financier Tiffani: well you bozo's have any other ideas? I'm losing money faster than Brittany Spears losing her kids. can't believe I employ you idiots!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I have an idea, how about we talk sports.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: hey that was my....................!&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: great idea Brian.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: I have booked Emmit Smith and Troy Aikman.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I know who they are!&lt;br /&gt;Yuck Monkey Rohan: who are they Mandy, huh, who are they?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: they are, (struggling for the answers) they are..................&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: come on Mandy, you can do it, think (blank) and Indians..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (racking her brain)&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Cowboys, The Dallas Cowboys..............&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: throws it to commercial.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: circling the wagons, says, lets just all relax, I know we are all under stress here trying to raise our listenership.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: well we have Emmit Smith on line 1.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: giggling and clapping furiously, has a question for Emmit. what number did you wear for the Indi......, I mean Cowboys.?&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet, Brian, *patron* Troy and financier Tiffani (already in her waxed lexus) smacks their foreheads in collective embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: what? what did I say?&lt;br /&gt;Emmit: (hangs up disgusted): dialtone..........&lt;br /&gt;Brian: trys to righ the ship. that is all the time we have for today. thanks for listening. make sure to tune in to the wildly popular Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: is seen being escorted out of the sutdio by SweetSweet.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: come on Mandy, lets go get a cafe latte and rethink our career goals.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: whispers all she had to say was Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: still doesn't understand&lt;br /&gt;Yuck Monkey Rohan: giggles and laughs. I'm glad she is cute.................. (referencing his wife Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. we'll try to do better the next time. Goodnight Canada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5669309674653245313?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5669309674653245313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5669309674653245313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5669309674653245313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5669309674653245313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-suits-are-real.html' title='Birthday suits are real!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-4086351406742492857</id><published>2009-02-21T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:49:56.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner Winner Chicken Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (looks confused after seeing the mess the fill ins made while he was on vacation)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: why are there so many Dr. Pepper cans everywhere? what is this, a can of grease?&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: hey, why do I have a deck of cards and spoons in my studio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 a.m. preshow meeting&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we have a fine mess to clean up!&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: it is ok, that is why we pay the immigrants to clean the studio.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: true, I haven't had a Dr. Pepper since the turn of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: I can't believe someone drank a whole 12 pack!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: where is Mandy? we can't start the meeting without her.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: well it seems like all the important crew members are here, lets get started.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: Mand.........................&lt;br /&gt;Brian: interrupts, ok here is what I would like on the show today.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffani (financier): (graces us with her presence) ok, guys, ratings are at an all time low and I have sunk enough money into this sinking ship. what can we do to get ratings up?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (breathing hard) sorry that I am late, I had to make Yuck Monkey Rohan's breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (rolls his eyes) see what we have to put up with!&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: it is ok Mandy, we all have our downfalls.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffani (financier): well I don't have all dadgum day, I have a spa and pedicure appt. Just get the ratings somewhere north and I'll be happier than a kitty in a catnip haze.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: kitties!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: I think we need to stick with sports and all that that implies.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I second that, except we do need to throw our female listening audience a bone every once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: how rude! what bone will that be?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I have Christopher Meloni set up for an 11:35 a.m. interview.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: done, got it! secured!&lt;br /&gt;Christy is seen giggling and tittering like a 14 yr. old girl who just got asked out by the school hunk.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffani (financier): calls in and says get on the air pronto, we are late.&lt;br /&gt;10:58 a.m. 2 minutes to showtime.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: I need to go to the lady's room real quick, I ate funyons on the way and my butt hurts something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: I'll cover for you Mandy, us womens need to stick together. (christy sits in her technical director chair with Christopher Meloni pics stacked 10 high)&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: counts down for the show opening.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaring through the studio and on the airwaves is Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: (is seen giggling and rubbing her hands together waiting for her t.v. man crush to arrive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome to the show, on todays edition of the Superfriends..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy: plays darts instead of doing his job and thus missing out on securing Mr. Meloni for his interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.8 The Superfriends on the Crowsfeet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-4086351406742492857?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4086351406742492857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=4086351406742492857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4086351406742492857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4086351406742492857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='Winner Winner Chicken Dinner'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-3993434451531669898</id><published>2009-02-21T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:48:22.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the Elderly</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      belated blog due to the July 4th celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-hosts Brian and Mandy with selected few crew members of the Superfriends are off on drydock for vacationary purposes. Filling in for the crew: replacing co-host Brian will be his sainted Grandmother, filling in for co-host Mandy will be the matriarch of the Pegues, Mama Pegues and finally filling in for SweetSweet Christy, handling the techincal directing will be Mrs. Robinson aka. Mom.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy will still produce the show with help from new intern *cowboy* Trey.&lt;br /&gt;with out further ado, I present to you a new belated holiday edition of the Superfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaring throughout the studio, Amazing Grace can be heard. immediately the phones are ringing off the hook, questioning the choice of music. an outcry can be heard for Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix. Grandma can be overheard sighing and Mama Pegues utters we will not be playing devil music. Mom Robinson giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: on with todays show. today we will be talking about the joys of parenting, fried foods and merits of spoons vs. forks.&lt;br /&gt;Mama Pegues: I like spoons b/c it brings friends and families together not only for food but games as well.&lt;br /&gt;Mom Robinson: (waving frantically) interjecting, I won the last game of spoons.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: I'm too tired and worn out to play spoons let alone discuss it. where is my Dr. Pepper?&lt;br /&gt;Mama Pegues: (looking over Mom Robinson's way) I would have won if not for your product of a child, Christy snatching that spoon out of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: (guzzle guzzle from the can of Dr. Pepper)&lt;br /&gt;Mama Pegues: onto our next topic, fried foods.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: (rudely interrupts) I keep an old can of grease under the sink, wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;Mom Robinson: I keep mine in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;Mama Pegues: says eveyone is going to die young due to too much grease intake. instead I'm gonna make my delicious and famous ding dong cake.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: licks her lips and says she has extra butter if needed.&lt;br /&gt;Mom Robinson throws it to break and plays Jesus Loves Me!&lt;br /&gt;Mama Pegues: well after all the baking and whatnot, lets discuss parenting.&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy thinks they are about to pontificate on the hows and whys of where kids come from taps the brakes on this little topic and grants *cowboy* Trey his first comments on live radio.&lt;br /&gt;*cowboy* Trey: howdy folks, I'm here to wax poetic on west Texas and the rustic nature of cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;Mom Robinson: (is seen joyfully listening to *cowboy* Trey's diatribe on cowboys)&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: well that is all the time we have for today! I better run, I need to put more Dr. Pepper's in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Mama Pegues: yep, I have dishes to do, plus I have my daily-hourly bible study.&lt;br /&gt;Mom Robinson: prepares the closing music, with the Oakridge Boys.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: is seen lounging in her chair, snoring!&lt;br /&gt;Mama Pegues: ends the show with Jesus Loves You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy quietly  shuffles off to the bathroom to read the sports page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time on the Superfriends, we happily reunite the crew! join us as we explore hither and yon together. 93.8 The Crowsfeet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-3993434451531669898?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3993434451531669898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=3993434451531669898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3993434451531669898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3993434451531669898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-with-elderly.html' title='Fun with the Elderly'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-1947776145420056548</id><published>2009-02-21T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:47:10.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (tag) you're it!&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: (tag) you're it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is blaring through the studio of the Crowsfeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome to the show! I apologize for the embarrassing behaviour of my co-host and my technical director.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (inaudible mumbo jumbo)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mandy, turn on your mic.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: sorry about that, welcome to the show!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I already welcomed everybody but go ahead and introduce the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: technically producing is Christy Robinson, directing the show is *tequila* Troy, Yuck Kangaroo Rohan with traffic reports, and our new intern Meatloaf Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (smacking his forehead) tries to clean up her mess (again) and introduces the crew correctly. twisting and tweaking is Christy Robinson Peters aka. SweetSweet, program director *patron* Troy, Yuck Monkey Rohan with traffico traffico and our new intern Mushmouth Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: on todays show we will debate the pros and cons of professional wrestling, the death penalty as it relates to sports and the use of salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: gives his opinion on professional wrestling, stating that is helpful to children under the age of ten with no father, a crazy mother and who was raised by his grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (with a strained look on her face tries to draw the comparison)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: shrugs off her straindness and percieves to enlighten us with death talk. says if kids would play sports instead of video games then they wouldn't grow up and commit crimes against humans thus being arrested and sent to death row.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (struggles to make sense of the last statement) We better go to break.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: ummmm, Mandy, the governor of Texas called and wants to know what the heck you are talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: giggles!&lt;br /&gt;Yuck Monkey Rohan: files another traffico traffico report. he see no one cares and flips off his head set and heads off to the basketball court to work on his failed game.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: debates salt and pepper with Mandy. only to be interrupted by Mushmouth Josh delivering their tea.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: sees he has been handed sweet tea instead of unsweet tea, slams the drink down, unloads vocally something awful on Mushmouth Josh and fires him on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: seems like you have a vendetta with our intern?&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: Brian, are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: realizes his blood temp is up, puts a wrap on it and lets Mandy handle closing duties.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: fumbles around trying to figure out what to do.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: lends a helping hand and turns the off switch to off.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (sheepishly) Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: is seen heading for the hills in his green Jeep Wrangler, alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*patron* Troy has the final words, Goodnight Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;station announcement: enjoy another rousing edition of the Superfriends on 93.8 the Crowsfeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet: murmurs, gosh almighty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-1947776145420056548?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1947776145420056548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=1947776145420056548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1947776145420056548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/1947776145420056548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-finish.html' title='The Big Finish'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6862958646930788453</id><published>2009-02-21T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:46:02.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Hole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: belch, hiccup, and snoring!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: *sigh* mandy, we are on the air!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: sorry, thought I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on with today's show.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: introduces the crew. twisting and tweaking is SweetSweet aka. Christy Robinson-Peters technical director. *patron* Troy producing. Yuck Monkey Rohan with traffico traffico. new to the program is intern Mushmouth Josh. also show cohost (trainwreck) Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: asks, "why we need an intern?"&lt;br /&gt;Brian: so we don't have to do as much work. Mandy proceeds to do backflips and somersaults in giddyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: 1st up is our hot controversial subject about the Cowboys called "God's Team"&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: interjects and utters that using that term is sacrilege against christians.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: replies that, the reason for the hole in the stadium roof is so that God can watch his favorite football team.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: in response to brian's very valid comments can only eat chocolate doughnuts and drink sweet tea.&lt;br /&gt;currently she has her head down with her mic on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: trying to refrain from putting peanut butter on her nose, he looks over the Rangers boxscore from the night before.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet throws to commercial and unleashes fire and brimstone on Mandy for her unacceptable behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: apologizes for her reckless ways and makes up by cooridinating a free car wash hosted by Arlington's finest. the Arlington Fire Department.&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet transforms into a bathing suit on the spot and has sponges and tanning oil in hand.&lt;br /&gt;*Patron* Troy sees the debacle about to ensue, reaches for his flask and turns on the golf channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: sees Mandy and SweetSweet giggling and tittering like 14 yr. old girls with the AFD, proceeds to run the show like a true professional. he interviews the like of Michael Irvin, Mike Modano and the fake Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that is the show for today. I apologize for the actions of Mandy and SweetSweet.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy and SweetSweet: tries to call in before the show is over but Mushmouth Josh hangs up violently and puts in Bareback Mountain, the sequel to Brokeback Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck Monkey Rohan eagerly and furiously files his first traffico traffico report but is undone by his infatuation with the t.v. show Wipeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is blaring as the Superfriends goes off the air.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Goodnight Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch the next edition of the Superfriends on the Crowsfeet 93.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looking out the window down below to the car wash, Mandy is seen playing with ladder on the fire truck and SweetSweet is having oil applied by two behemoths dressed in firemen paraphanalia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6862958646930788453?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6862958646930788453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6862958646930788453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6862958646930788453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6862958646930788453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-hole.html' title='Five Hole!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-9314575651468799</id><published>2009-02-21T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:44:54.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Larceny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: "ahhhhhhhhhh!, ouch!, thump! (fart sound is heard)&lt;br /&gt;Brian looks over at Mandy and says, "did you fall out of your chair, again?" get up!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy looks confused and disoriented. Slowly she gets up like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Child blares through the speakers letting all the listeners know we are hazed gray and underway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian introduces the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Technically Directing is "Sweet Sweet" Christy Robinson-Peters, Directing the Program is "Patron" Troy and with traffico traffico is Scott Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: On todays program we will review the Rangers early season success, daily Cowboys updates, with a new segment called, "God's Team" and finally (throwing Mandy a bone here) how to make ding dong cake.&lt;br /&gt; Mandy: asks Brian why do you always get to open the show?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: responds because that is why they pay me the big bucks!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy cries out, "you get paid!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet Sweet" Robinson-Peters sensing a fight about to ensue throws it to commercial.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sweet: tries to calm Mandy by showing off her Christopher Meloni pics.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is somewhat amused and stares at said pics.&lt;br /&gt;back from commercial, Brian begins the first segment about the little red shoe Rangers. Mandy, back from her Meloni lusting, chimes in with this pure gold statement. Does Nolan Ryan still pitch for the Rangers?&lt;br /&gt;Brian seeing her flub tries to right the ship and tells Mandy, he did pitch for the Rangers but know he is their president. Mandy proceeds with this gem of a statement, "I thought Bush was the president?" PD Troy pops on and says we are flooded with calls asking for Mandy's immediate dismissal. Troy is heard giggling and Brian hi-fives Troy.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy tries to cool the flames and offers to cook her infamous and sturdy ding dong cake to the masses. Brian saves the day and tells the listeners that at our next successful remote (yet to have a successful show) Mandy will devine us all with her ding dong cake. Mandy slumps in her chair and vomits on her sleeve. Sweet Sweet throws it to commercial and voices that she has some esplaining to do to Tiffani (financier) because of this trainwreck. during the commercial break it is announced that Scott Scott has been fired for impersonating traffic reporters and sent to Grand Prairie for punishment.&lt;br /&gt;traffico traffico will now be reported by Yuck Monkey Rohan who has been reassigned from Australian News for You, due to insubordination and continued lack of respect shown to women athletes.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well that is all the time we have for today.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: stay strong keep rolling and we'll see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SweetSweet wonders in her mind why on God's green earth is she wasting her good school degree on this time waste.&lt;br /&gt;Brian runs out of the studio trying to beat the crowd to see Mariska Hargitay sign autographs at Hooligans.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy is left in studio to clean up, vacuum, and dust.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck Monkey Rohan is trying to file a traffic report about horse dung on highway 360N, not knowing that everybody has vacated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowsfeet station anouncement: catch another thrilling installment of the Superfriends on 93.8 f.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Canada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-9314575651468799?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/9314575651468799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=9314575651468799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/9314575651468799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/9314575651468799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/grand-larceny.html' title='Grand Larceny!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5388928096836033443</id><published>2009-02-21T18:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:43:45.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Frontal Labatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" width="30" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;previously on the Superfriends............&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ruffling of newspapers can be heard. sidekick Mandy, "Do the Rangers still play in Arlington? and who is that new staduim for next to the Ballpark in Arlington?" Brian, rolling his eyes, tells Mandy to stick what she knows best. Mandy replies, "what is that?", and Brian says, "exactly!" Mandy frowns.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jimi Hendrix Voodoo Child blares uncontrollably, starting the show.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Brian welcomes any and all to the show. Mandy burps not knowing we are on the air. Brian says, "Good early afternoon to everyone, hope your having a strong Monday so far." Mandy tries to enterject but is quickly shot down. Brian introduces the crew. Brian says, "twisting and tweaking is Christy Robinson-Peters (technically directing), running the ship Troy *patron* Matheny (program director) and on traffic is Scott Scott.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Welcome," says Mandy, trying to get 2 words in edge wise. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"On the show today, Kevin Von Erich live from Hawaii, yuck monkey Australian news with Rohan Buck, and Avery Johnson ex Mavs coach," explains Brian. Mandy and Brian go over the weekend of sport. Realizing Mandy doesn't have much to offer, Brian recaps the events of what was. &lt;em&gt;loud music interrupts:&lt;/em&gt; Scott Scott reports that there has been a wreck on US 75, and that a load of chickens and what seems to be black tar has spilled. Scott Scott throws it back to the studio. Brian looks confused and Mandy is overheard eating twinkies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Welcoming the first guest, Kevin Von Erich, the Beach Boys Kokomo is playing. Mandy starts off the award winning interview, "what was it like having your whole family snuffed out by sweet sweet holy Jesus?" Kevin spits out something incoherent and hangs up the phone. "Good grief," Brian murmurs. Christy (technical director) goes to a commercial break and ensues to unleash fire and brimstone on Mandy for her unforgettable interview. Brian is heard giggling. Tiffani (financier) comes in wondering why she spent a half a thousand for a guest fee for that failed waste of time. Mandy runs to the bathroom and Brian is left to right the ship. Yuck monkey Rohan's news bit has been scrapped because of the wheels offness of the show. Rohan is seen polishing his bow and arrow. "Avery has called in to say he has a job interview in Bulgaria for the womens olympic basketball team, thus cancelling his interview," Brian explains sadly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mandy and Brian preview what will be on the next episode of the Superfriends. "How to make ding dongs, Mark Cuban and Mia Hamm," says Mandy. "heave too, trice up because there is friggin in the riggin!," shouts Brian, as Christy (technical director) furiously goes to network news, &lt;em&gt;Little Tim's Diary&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goodnight Canada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Superfriends can heard on 93.8 KSFS The Crowsfeet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. this is a work in progress, so keep your insults and judgements to a minimum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5388928096836033443?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5388928096836033443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5388928096836033443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5388928096836033443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5388928096836033443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/full-frontal-labatomy.html' title='Full Frontal Labatomy'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6587629090857147093</id><published>2009-02-21T18:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:38:46.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;p&gt;On this edition, I bring to you what might have been. Long one of my goals in life was to be a sports radio dj. I think I am pretty intelligent when it comes to sports. When it comes to life, no so much, but that is neither here nor there. If life could have played out a little different, this is how it would have gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Myself and my friend Mandy, we co-host a daytime sports talk show, called The Crowsfeet. I, of course would be the headline, the main draw, and Mandy would be my trusted sidekick. The hours would be from 11-2 middays. It works out for the best because I can sleep in, go to work, and then punch the clock and go home. My faithful but serviant crew would consist of my beloved friends from my past. They would be my support staff, my lackeys, my gophers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Crowsfeet Crew:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Technically Directing: Christy Robinson-Peters&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Program Director: Troy Matheny&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yuck Monkey: Rohan Buck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Traffic Reporter: Scott Scott&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Financier: Tiffani&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wow, what a cast of characters! I'm glad they signed a waiver allowing me to use their names. Great friends they are!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some of our topics up for discussion would be, sports, more sports and the occassional eating establishment. This is so cool, my dream job, with some of my close friends. We would every morning eat pig n the blankets, drink a cup of Joe, and read the newly minted Sports Illustrated. Now, Mandy is not up to speed on the topic of sport but she tries hard. I can see this working day after day after day, sending us happily into retirement. All we need to work on is our show entrance music, our show sendoff and somone to answer the phones. Entrance music: Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix. Our sendoff, would consist of Mandy waxing poetic in her Texan/Australian accent. Someone to answer the phone could be Mushmouth Sam. Ah, things are coming together perfectly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'll be giving weekly reports on our progress. I'm sure you'll wait with baited breath.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, look us up on the dial. You can find us on KSFS 93.8 FM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. monetary gifts can be mailed to Coachpeters at 999 wishful thinking lane Arlington Texas.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6587629090857147093?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6587629090857147093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6587629090857147093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6587629090857147093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6587629090857147093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/superfriends.html' title='Superfriends'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6201445719072848741</id><published>2009-02-21T18:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:33:54.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breadfan</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;previously on the Superfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy: (door slams shut)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (sound of dr. pepper can opening)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: (silence of book reading)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (guzzle sound of shiner bock)&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (*snore*)&lt;br /&gt;Scott: (getting money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preshow meeting-10:29 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well I'm the first one to arrive, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: not so fast my grown man husband! I actually was first this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (schlumps) you're right babe!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: where is Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: well, she seemed pretty preturbed on the last show.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: why?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well it seems like she can't handle the pressure. she is like an egg, she cracks easily! get it cracks....................&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wow! can we get on with the fake live radio show, my mango is warming.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: well, the ratings are in, and the last half of the show, the numbers went up!&lt;br /&gt;what ever ya'll are doing keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix is whispering through the studio.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: welcome all and one to the Superfriends! hey, wait, why is the music so low, I can barely hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: b/c my sainted mother is coming over and I don't want her to hear the devil music you listen too.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: o ok!&lt;br /&gt;Christy: so, what is on the show today?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: well we are trying to raise Mandy and see where she is? plus, I have Ft. Worth's own, Trap Squad Cartel in studio.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: who?&lt;br /&gt;Trey? who in the hades is that?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: they are a fine upstanding music group from funkytown Ft. Worth.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: oh right, if you like them, then they must be rap.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: anyways, lets not get bogged down. onto our first order of business. where is Mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: well I have a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: that must be a first! (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: what Christy?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: huh, o, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Brian, yes Troy, what is your brilliant idea. grilled cheese sandwiches, again!&lt;br /&gt;Trey: (lol, giggling)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: did you say something Brian.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I said you liked grilled cheese sandwiches is all.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: o ok. anyways, lets take some calls on where Mandy might be.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: wow, that is a golden idea Troy. (patting him on the head)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: line 1, you're on.&lt;br /&gt;line 1: yes my name is Jonell, I think Mandy is in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: alright, line 1 we can't verify your information.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: line 2, you're on.&lt;br /&gt;line 2: this is Pedro, this Mandy person was last seen eating chicken and waffles at the downtown Chicken Coop Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Trey: where is this Chicken Coop, I must have some. (Trey is seen running out of the studio)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: guys, I know where she is, she is at the Patrick Swayze meet and greet.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, ummmmmm my mother is here and I ummmm need to go. Brian, tuna is in the fridge, see ya at home.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: wait a minute! Christy, where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: dude, she is going to Patrick Swayze.&lt;br /&gt;Brian (sobbing uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;Troy: its all right chief, we'll finish the show in grand style.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (tearfully) how?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: we'll close the show with some mandatory Metallica!&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (in 5 yr. old girls voice) ok.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: (blares Master of Puppets to cheer downtrodden Brian up)&lt;br /&gt;Scott: hey, what the heck! what in tarnation is going on in here?&lt;br /&gt;why is there a rap group singing in my office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned next time to find out what in tarnation is going on!&lt;br /&gt;are Mandy and Christy really going to see Patrick Swayze?&lt;br /&gt;is Trey really going to eat at the Chicken Coop Restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;join us next time on the 93.8 the Superfriends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6201445719072848741?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6201445719072848741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6201445719072848741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6201445719072848741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6201445719072848741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2009/02/breadfan.html' title='Breadfan'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5983555646817739558</id><published>2008-11-26T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:00:38.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day Musings</title><content type='html'>Man, has it been a long time since my last post. I have been rather busy in my life this past 11 months. I bet you would like to know what I was doing. Well glad you asked.&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting married, working and living the married life. So as you get ready to sit at the family table tomorrow and eat dead turkeys, cornbread dressings, and the like, I'll educate you on my happenings.&lt;br /&gt;Since Jan. 1 2008:&lt;br /&gt;I have become a better human about 10 times over.&lt;br /&gt;I have become a husband and in reality a housecleaner/coffemaker/clothesfolderupper.&lt;br /&gt;I have become less obsessed with sport.&lt;br /&gt;I have eaten less and gained more weight.&lt;br /&gt;I have cultured my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I have slept less and become tired more.&lt;br /&gt;I have tied more shoes and softened some.&lt;br /&gt;I have screamed less and listened more.&lt;br /&gt;I have given more and taken less.&lt;br /&gt;I have wiped more and showered even more.&lt;br /&gt;I have talked and even communicated.&lt;br /&gt;I have written less and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I have loved and been loved more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have had a very interesting year. So without further ado, I am going to go sharpen my newly wedded knife set and go gut the turkey for tomorrow. Gobble Gobble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5983555646817739558?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5983555646817739558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5983555646817739558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5983555646817739558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5983555646817739558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-musings.html' title='Turkey Day Musings'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5926958472977859744</id><published>2008-01-01T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:01:28.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out with bang not a whimper!</title><content type='html'>Well here we are, the eve of the New Year. A night of carousing and the like. A night of jubilantcy and good times. A night of lasts and the dawn of the new. Speaking of the new, what do you have lined up for your New Years? I usually do the resolution thing but man those don't work. I mean seriously. How many times can you say, "I'm gonna lose some weight!", or "I'm gonna be a better human!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am here to say bring on 2008! I can take you. Hopefully this will be the year of Brian! I should be getting married!!! Yep, the year of Brian! The year of adulthood, the year of manhood, the year of Brian. I know, none of you guys care but 2008 will be great. There you go, a new slogan. 2008 will be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I will be taking out (actually showcasing) my fiance, Christy. We will be running the streets, hitting up places, and seeing one and all. Now, of course caution will be taken. 2007 will not got out in a whimper. The roofs will be raised and the salt will be shaken. So as you bid adieu to 2007, hold fast your memories, and keep reaching for the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know my last 4 blogs have not been up to par like the past 50 someodd, but keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2. 2008 will be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5926958472977859744?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5926958472977859744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5926958472977859744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5926958472977859744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5926958472977859744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-out-with-bang-not-whimper.html' title='Going out with bang not a whimper!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-4909142648092071489</id><published>2007-12-20T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:47:05.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Cheer</title><content type='html'>Thursday, December 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;A Truly Bizarro Christmas 2007 Edition Current mood: artistic Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=80479157&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=8"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am with another edition of the famous or infamous Bizarro Christmas. If you would be so kind as to flip back in time and reread the blog from Dec. 21 06', you will see the first installment of said Bizarro Christmas. I'm still having to apologize for that one. I know I know, I always apologize for things I have said or done. Right Christy? Well enough of the celebratories, lets get onto the tomfoolery and sumsuch.&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to hold forth the Christmas party at my dearly beloved grandmother's house. I had to do this not because of her generosity but because I live there and therefore don't have a place of my own. This will change soon right Christy???? Remember, the actual people involved in this waste of time are not actually involved. Yes, Mandy this is fake.&lt;br /&gt;The guest list looks like this: (so read on)&lt;br /&gt;Brian, aka Brandt (for you slow readers this is me)&lt;br /&gt;Christy, aka Chrystal (still hot beautiful fiance)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy, aka Mindy (friend who abandonded us to go live in Australia)&lt;br /&gt;Rohan, aka Rod (husband of Mandy, who went kicking and screaming to Australia)&lt;br /&gt;Troy, aka Richard (best friend of host)&lt;br /&gt;Juanell, aka Juanita (mom of brian's fiance)&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, aka Mawmaw (grandmother of host)&lt;br /&gt;So now that all the pleasantries are out of the way, off we go.&lt;br /&gt;As the guests arrive, I take all the jackets and put them in a safe place. Our house has been broken into twice in the last 15 years, so I put them in my room and proceed to pilfer them for cash and jewelry. I rejoin the guests only to see Chrystal and Mindy eating the fruit off the coffee table. I try to explain to them that the fruit is fake but they think I am lying because they know I don't eat fruit. They are seen running to the bathrooms holding their butts and yacking like drunk monkeys. Anyways, I take drink orders, while Mawmaw and Juanita discuss Brandt's childhood, much laughter and giggling is heard. Richard wants a Shiner Bock, which I reply, "we don't drink beer". Next, I try to coax him into staying, He says, "he needs a beer and he will be back". Rod wants a glass of tea. I go to make tea for Rod only to find out we are out. I'm come back with a cold glass of water for Rod, who asks "Where is the tea?" I tell him we are out and he tells me I am number one.&lt;br /&gt;After much flushing of toilets, Chrystal and Mindy come out of the bathrooms, sweaty and a little parched. So I make Chrystal a cup of coffee and Mindy a glass of hot cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;As we move on into the evening, Mawmaw runs everyone out of the kitchen, yelling obcenities. Juanita is allowed to stay so they can keep talking about my childhood. Wisecracks and jokes are overheard!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is ready! Mawmaw rings the bell even though we are in the living room 5 feet away. A mad dash ensues and only minimal damage is done. Richard busts open the door and joins the dinner. Alcohol is smelled throughout the room. As we inhale turkey and fixings, much talking commenses. The guys are talking about sports and all that implies and the women talk about the guys talking about sports. Festive time is had by all.&lt;br /&gt;As we migrate into the living room, we decide to move this night along and open gifts. Rod opens his first and realizes he has plane tickets to Australia. Rod is seen slumping in his chair. Richard, opens his gift and to his wonderment notices he has won three Cowboy game tickets. Brandt is happy thinking his friend of 20 years will invite him, only to be informed through the waft of Shiner, that his dad and brother are invited!!! Go figure? Juanita opens her gift and is amazed to see that she has won a 3 hour long class on computer training. Mindy opens her gift and she has recieved a fresh bucket of tuna. Mindy loves tuna. Mawmaw opens her gift and she is heartstruck to know that got a lifetime supply of margarita mix full with complimentary Chippendale's waiter. Chrystal is seen plotting on how to steal Mawmaw's gift. Last but not least, Chrystal opens her gift to find unlimited frequent flier miles to anywhere she wants to go. Chrystal is seen dancing and clapping uncontrollably. Chrystal soon remembers that Brandt doesn't fly.&lt;br /&gt;After all the gifts have been opened and the living room has been cleaned, Brandt recieves his gift. His gift is that he gets to live another day on this earth and be around friends and family. A tear rolls down his face in somber joy. Only 6 months ago Chrystal was telling Brandt he wouldn't live to see 40. I have atleast 7 years left to share in the love and comfort of life. Caroling and singing is heard throught the house.&lt;br /&gt;After about a minute of this, Brandt screams for everyone to get out except for Mawmaw because she lives here. Good time was had by all except Richard because he is passed out on the couch. I hand everyone their jackets and hope no one notices that they are ligher in the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;I give Chrystal a smokey kiss and tell her that she is my gift. She proceeds to tell me that, "this gift stays wrapped".&lt;br /&gt;Good cheer to all men and women. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years!&lt;br /&gt;Brandt retreats to his room and turns on the t.v. and watches Sportscenter. Yep, good times good times!&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Hope you all forgive me and I like money for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-4909142648092071489?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4909142648092071489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=4909142648092071489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4909142648092071489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4909142648092071489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-cheer.html' title='Holiday Cheer'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-7648581543313884118</id><published>2007-12-12T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:43:35.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday fun time</title><content type='html'>Christmas and all that that implies! Current mood: jolly Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=80479157&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=2"&gt;Blogging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be jolly! Well here we are, Christmas time. Time to celebrate the season of gift giving. That is what Christmas is all about right? Time to eat turkey and dressing until we are full as a tick on a dog. Time to snuggle up with loved ones, except all at once. Time to dodge unwanted family members. Yep, fun times are near. So without further ado, it is time to deliver one of my famous and annual holiday blogs. This edition is going to be full of good cheer and everything that you have come to expect with my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;My wish list this year is rather long. I will not make you suffer though and keep it short and sweet (kind of like christy) Now keep in mind, you can hand deliver these, send them via pigeon or use UPS. What can brown do for you? I know what brown can do for me, make my pants smell like garbage or embarrass me in public... I digress. On with the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. man underwear&lt;br /&gt;9. extra dose of cash&lt;br /&gt;8. any and all metallica cd's&lt;br /&gt;7. more time with my treasured fiance&lt;br /&gt;6. non bloody pants&lt;br /&gt;5. cheese&lt;br /&gt;4. love&lt;br /&gt;3. 2007 Wrangler Jeep&lt;br /&gt;2. kitties, b/c brian loves kitties!&lt;br /&gt;1. unused mistletoe every day of the year... ( I like kisses)&lt;br /&gt;There you go loyal followers. Get after it. Only 13 days left and my list requires time and effort, which I have none of. Again, I want no less than 5 or no more than 5. I'm not picky so just stick to the list. Well I am off to do some leg lifts and some much needed tummy exercises.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Christmas is good and good is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-7648581543313884118?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/7648581543313884118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=7648581543313884118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7648581543313884118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7648581543313884118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-fun-time.html' title='Holiday fun time'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5793751705643828875</id><published>2007-11-21T20:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:05:28.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Eve '07</title><content type='html'>Well here it is the Thanksgiving Holidays. What are your plans for the big Turkey day? My plans are to eat, eat some more and after eating, watch the Cowboys game. I love Thanksgiving. It is my second most favorite holiday behind my birthday. I just like all the love in the air, the smell of great food and the brush with the law. My family this year decided to not get together this year and instead see how everyone does on their own. We are a festive sort. The matriarch of the family, my grandmother, has decided to spend Thanksgiving with a can of Dr. Pepper, a bag of popcorn and the remote control. Yes, she basically has given up, thrown in the towel, and raised the flag. In layman's terms, depression has set in. Depression is a funny emotion. It runs in our family. Depression grabbed my dear ol' dad by the throat and whispered in his ear to end life as he knew it. Yep, good ol' depression. To this day I am ravaged by the feelings of depression. Could it be that I might have what my dad had? Who knows who cares, right. Turkey day is supposed to be wrought with goosebumps and fun times. Instead, this year mine will be filled with guilt, shame and overeating. Thankfully, my angelic fiance has invited to spend it with her family. She is a voluptuous, bright, smart, christian lady. Wonder what she is doing with the likes of me? I wonder too. I wonder everyday. I wonder outloud to co-workers, friends, family and walter the farting dog. The only feedback I get is, "Don't worry be happy." So happy I will be even with depression knocking on the door. If you didn't know, I was a master blog writer on a competing website. We will call it Myplace. I wrote like 50 someodd blogs. I have seen the error of my ways and now I am all growns up. So keep reading my very amusing blogs on blogspot. If you don't, I will know. Anyways, I know I have been all over the place in the post but that is how my brain works. Yes, christy my brain works, geez! Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5793751705643828875?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5793751705643828875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5793751705643828875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5793751705643828875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5793751705643828875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-eve-07.html' title='Thanksgiving Eve &apos;07'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-3674652160250391725</id><published>2007-11-13T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:46:01.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and all that implies....</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving and all that implies....&lt;br /&gt;Well hot diggity damn. I am back and better than ever. I have canvassed and perused other blogs and would like to throw my hat in the proverbial ring. Back in the day, I used to whip out blog after blog. Nowadays, I try to write with common sense and a touch of class. So here goes nothing.In this season of giving and taking (what we americans call Thanksgiving), I have come to realize my place on this fair planet. I am here to clean up, pay for and be subject of ridicule. I know hard life. Who is complaining? Not me, I only had a dad check out on me at the ripe age of 1 1/2 and a mom who had other seemly ideas for her one and only true child. I'm not bitter at all. I mean, I grew up on the other side of the tracks. I wore glasses as a kid for goodness sakes. I had grandparents who told me to toughen up and quit being a pansy. I had a brute for a sister, she was adopted I might add. See where I am coming from. Feel sorry for me yet? Not yet!!! Well how about the fear of heights and tapeworms. Or, how about the fear of ghosts and evil doers dressed up as relatives with comly hands. Shuttering are we? Hmmpphhh! How about going to family funerals at the rate of a cheap hooker with a lifted skirt. (rimshot) No compassion yet? Arrghhh! Hows about tripping and falling like a drunk homeless person in Salado Tx. Or about the time that I scharted in the dressing room. Oh wait, was that you christy? sorry didn't mean to throw you under the bus. Well I best git while the gitting is good.Happy Thanksgiving.P.S. Pray for the turkeysP.S. (2) Pray for Sweaty Palms Mcgee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-3674652160250391725?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3674652160250391725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=3674652160250391725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3674652160250391725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/3674652160250391725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-and-all-that-implies.html' title='Thanksgiving and all that implies....'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-4510073897496166342</id><published>2007-10-30T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:05:43.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>Yes boys and girls it is that time of year, Halloween! Time to get stupid drunk on candy and laugh at big people. Huh what? Anyways, I'm reaching into my bag of tricks and reveal my list of Halloween costumes circa 2007'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bearded fat guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Confused engaged man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Disrespectful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Overhyped man. ( I play the part of overhyping myself to any and everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Blind Barbershop man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lead actor in "Black Snake Moan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Upstanding good guy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Batgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ambiguous Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Jennifer Love Hewitt's boyfriend (for one night only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dead man walking guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Stand up comic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Telemarketer voice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Successful human being man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Finally, Obvious man who states the obvious stuff to no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I haven't gone goofy in the head blog writing in awhile but I am back BRUTHA............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from me to yours, have good good and make nice nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-4510073897496166342?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4510073897496166342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=4510073897496166342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4510073897496166342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4510073897496166342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-477811575237287343</id><published>2007-10-29T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:19:11.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overhyped!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overhyped&lt;/span&gt; anything? I have too. I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;overhype&lt;/span&gt; myself with the best of them and the worst of them too. Let the games begin...&lt;br /&gt;I am a burly robust athletic 6'2.&lt;br /&gt;I am a very suave bearded man's man.&lt;br /&gt;I watch tackle football like every warm blooded male.&lt;br /&gt;I have love swimming in my heart, mainly and only for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I do though have the evil fear of fears in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Heights, money, loneliness and the ultimate, death.&lt;br /&gt;I have brown hair, which some call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I have many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acquaintances but&lt;/span&gt; few friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love food, too much.&lt;br /&gt;I have soft skin, in between sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;I am Christian, loyal and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite verse, Joshua 1:9, Need to do and not say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;overhyped&lt;/span&gt; and overextended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;my stay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to stay and play but my time has come.&lt;br /&gt;Be very careful and please exercise. (nobody likes fat people) giggle!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-477811575237287343?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/477811575237287343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=477811575237287343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/477811575237287343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/477811575237287343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/10/overhyped.html' title='Overhyped!!!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-2168582309411915831</id><published>2007-09-03T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:24:00.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>I ask myself that very question everyday. So, what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is holding your fiancee closely and not letting go.&lt;br /&gt;Love is telling a certain someone she smells good.&lt;br /&gt;Love is running trails with a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Love is opening your eyes and seeing a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;Love is sharing your food.&lt;br /&gt;Love is buying small objects at Target.&lt;br /&gt;Love is staring at your girlfriend and realizing how lucky you are.&lt;br /&gt;Love is holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;Love is splitting the ac in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when your heart hurts when she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Love is going to Starbucks and trying something new.&lt;br /&gt;Love is listening.&lt;br /&gt;Love is getting pads at the grocery store for your fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;Love is climbing Enchanted Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Love is saying I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not having to be right.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a back massage.&lt;br /&gt;Love is what I feel like when I am with Christy Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-2168582309411915831?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/2168582309411915831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=2168582309411915831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/2168582309411915831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/2168582309411915831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-2843068000630500873</id><published>2007-08-19T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:23:54.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends..................'/><title type='text'>Free Time</title><content type='html'>How is everyone doingk today? Are we having a relaxing stress free day? I don't really care about the answers to these questions, just trying to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of making friends, I try and try but to no evail. Is it the bean burrito smell emanating from my clothes from my most recent trip to &lt;em&gt;Campuzanos?&lt;/em&gt; Is it my 4 inch long toenails pertruding from my flip flops? Or is it my size 36 inch gut schlubbing over my waistline? Again, I don't care for the answers to these questions, just making excuses. I do have many friends, they just don't know it. Some of my closest friends do consider stalking a crime and to a lesser degree, I tend to agree with them. My cirlce of friends consist of a beautiful woman (fiancee), a financier (best friend of 20 years) and an import/exporter (currently residing in Australia). I can't handle too many friends because I lack communication skills and have a love of sports which tends to ruin friend making time.&lt;br /&gt;Friends! It is only a word right? Now, don't get me wrong, I love people and people love me. I just love some more than others. The word friend means what? To me it means, a friend getting me a glass of ice tea hold the sweet, a friend driving with me to Shreveport to place bets and a friend inviting me over to eat thanksgiving dinner in the middle of summer. Ah!, the love of one human to another. Isn't it poetic?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better run because I have a friend with me now who would like a little attention. I aim to please and please I shall. If you were to get anything out of this blog, make sure it is friends are forever, kind of like food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Guys, if I have missed a birthday, call me and I will sing Happy Birthday to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-2843068000630500873?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/2843068000630500873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=2843068000630500873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/2843068000630500873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/2843068000630500873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/08/free-time.html' title='Free Time'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5989184425823093475</id><published>2007-08-18T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:28:55.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Goings On</title><content type='html'>Hello to one and all. How is your Saturday going so far? Well, mine so far is not too shabby. Slept in til the fine hour of 11:00. Then Christy and me went and ate lunch with her family. We ate at some place called Chantilly's Place. I know, sounds a little suspect but good food was had. We are now watching &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt;, to which her mom is fast asleep. (snoring and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you about the comfy confines of Waxahachie Texas. This fair city is complete with country peeps, old quaint buildings and atleast one Chili's restaurant that I know of. We frequent all the eating establishments about 3 times a week. The other 4 days I starve and Christy runs. I have gained probably about 20 pounds since Christy and I have started dating almost 4 years ago. Can you believe we have been dating 4 years!! She has only gotten tired of me, oh say, about 20 times. It is hard to stay healthy in a city that has not much to offer. I mean the main attraction in Waxahachie is a place called 1879's, which serves home cooked meals or the shack of a house thst serves sno cones. Lets just say, when we get married we will not be living in Waxahachie. I nominate south Arlington and Christy nominates downtown Dallas. We will arm wrestle soon to figure out who wins. My money is on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for my previous blogs, I sometimes lose direction in my writings and I type out just drivel and slop. Today's blog is not considered slop. I am a newby when it comes to writing, plus Christy is a professional writer and I have to live up to her expectations, which is no easy task. I mean let tell you, she has high expectations. She even wants me to wear a brown belt! No joke, she wants me to wash my face, &lt;em&gt;everyday!!!! &lt;/em&gt;I can't win for losing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before I get in trouble, hence the hurried exit, I better wrap this up. I hope to write to you next time if I don't get grounded. Please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My humor is of the sarcastic and tongue in cheek variety.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My tongue is firmly in cheek and foot fully in mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5989184425823093475?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5989184425823093475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5989184425823093475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5989184425823093475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5989184425823093475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/08/daily-goings-on.html' title='Daily Goings On'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-8233675961256553199</id><published>2007-08-12T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:44:40.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me some butter,</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the saying, give me some butter because I am on a roll? Didn't think so. I'm like a three point shooter who doesn't miss. I am like Barry Bonds on the juice. I am like Brad Pitt in a club full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt;. This is my second blog in two days. Pretty cool huh? Didn't think so either...&lt;br /&gt;Well my fiance and I went running at Grapevine Lake Park. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, she went running and I did some kind of flailing that looked like running. It was a mere 102 in the shade but good times was had by all. During the run, I thought of all the weird diseases you could get just by being by the lake. I mean this lake was &lt;em&gt;DIRTY!&lt;/em&gt; So, I thought I would expound on my list of newly created diseases. Now, some of these you might not heard of before but just bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cauliflower ear canal.&lt;br /&gt;9. Guacamole arm pit.&lt;br /&gt;8. Deviled egg toe jam.&lt;br /&gt;7. Green olive butt cheeks&lt;br /&gt;6. Cottage cheese tummy rolls.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pimento cheese neck.&lt;br /&gt;4. Peanut butter inner thigh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Snicker doodle back fat.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweet potato mouth gum.&lt;br /&gt;1. Onion crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this all said, we will be making a trek to Cedar Hill State Park next week. I will be sure to inform you of our travails. Now you are probably wondering what makes me think of all this stuff and I say to you, "How the heck do I know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't try this at home.&lt;br /&gt;Double Entandre P.S. My work is never finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-8233675961256553199?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/8233675961256553199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=8233675961256553199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/8233675961256553199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/8233675961256553199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/08/give-me-some-butter.html' title='Give me some butter,'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-8734223238710420713</id><published>2007-08-11T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:31:32.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He said she said.</title><content type='html'>I have abandoned the Tuesdays with the coach segment due to low comment turnout. So in a pansy and feeble attempt to garner comments, I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jocularly&lt;/span&gt; edify you with one of my classic top ten lists. Guys, have you ever been told things to do by your significant other? Have you ever been called names or had negative comments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bandied&lt;/span&gt; about to you? I haven't either, but in case I had, I have a condensed list of ten things said to me or about me. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perpetrator&lt;/span&gt; in this scenario is my sweet angelic beautiful fiance, Christy. By the way, she is sitting right here while I type this blog, and yes, she is shooting me the evil eye already. Enough with the theatrics and on with the show. Here is my fake but oh so real negative comments said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Brian, did you scrub your face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Brian, suck in your stomach." (knowing I am in full tummy suckin mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Brian, communicate, all I want from you is communication!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Brian, do we really have to watch another UT football game this weekend?" (said during the 05' UT college football championship year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Brian, it is about me right now!" (christy is overheard saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Brian, can we share dinner tonight?" (christy says when it is her turn to pick up din din)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Brian, stand up straight so you don't look like an 85 year old man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Brian, that does not hurt." (as blood squirts out of my toe during toenail clipping time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Brian, we never go shopping for me!" (said as we stand in the mall with shopping bags full of womens apparel and the like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Brian, you keep eating like that, you will die at 45." (knowing full well I am already at the tender age of 33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any of this sound familiar guys? I hope not. Well I better click save and post before she proof reads it.&lt;br /&gt;Words to look up this week: emasculate, pansy, pantywaste and goober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. history has been made, I have used the words from my childhood in my blog. (emasculate ect.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-8734223238710420713?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/8734223238710420713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=8734223238710420713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/8734223238710420713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/8734223238710420713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/08/he-said-she-said.html' title='He said she said.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-4370685652508161181</id><published>2007-08-07T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:34:44.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unless........'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure is not an option'/><title type='text'>Sorry for the Delay</title><content type='html'>Yes boys and girls, I apologize for the delay in my blog writing. I know you have come to expect, want it and need it. Well here I am in all my glory. (wait, oh nevermind) So, what should I blog about today? Should I blog about Barry Bonds breaking the homerun record in baseball? (if you don't know who Bonds is, look up steriods in the dictionary) Should I blog about my most recent trip to the Hill Country? ( if you don't know where the Hill Country is, look up stupid in the dictionary) Should I blog about my failures as a man? Well if I did that, I wouldn't have enough space on this here computer.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....... I'll just let it free flow and let it go. School is fast approaching and in my line of work that means no more laying up, eating cheetos, and watching &lt;em&gt;Days&lt;/em&gt;. I lead a sad life. The only one good thing about me except for the air I breath is my sexy fiance. She is beautiful and i tell her atleast once a day she deserves better. After the slap across the face, she says to me "straighten up and start acting like a man." So man I act. My biggest fear in life is failing her. I mean I fail so much, I even fail getting out of bed. I mean seriously, I fail at brushing my teeth. For the love all that is holy and just, I fail at fixing myself a grilled cheese sandwich. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;So all this is not lost on me, the only thing lost is my wallet, my necklace, my money, and if my head wasn't sitting on my shoulders, I'd lose it too. Save your tears, save your cries, and just help a brother. You can help me at *** Oak**** Ln Arlington **. I can't give out my real address because of the crazy stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I just burped up pizza from dinner, so I better go clean off my shirt and take a shower. See if I can't fail at that! / wah wah wah/ :(&lt;br /&gt;I send love and good cheers to all. Hope you enjoyed the reading. If not, well I don't have much for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Be good and make nice nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-4370685652508161181?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4370685652508161181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=4370685652508161181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4370685652508161181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4370685652508161181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-for-delay.html' title='Sorry for the Delay'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-6225713721927309598</id><published>2007-07-24T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:05:47.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovey Dovey!</title><content type='html'>Welcome. I recently celebrated my 33rd birthday and everything went off without a hitch, except for the things I didn't get. I won't belabour that point but fun was had by all. I got the usual ties and man candles but I do want to highlight one gift I did recieve. My beautiful female fiance showered me with love and gave me a true gift. I recieved a burned cd of Bryan Adams songs. Now, for the unintelligent, Adams is a true 80's ballad icon. So, instead of listening to rap and the occassional Metallica song, I have now turned my attention to the soft tongued love songs. It is much more conducive to getting in that right frame of mind. It also clears the head of any and all negative thoughts. It also makes me think of my sweet kumquat named Christy. In the truest sense of the word, these songs are sappy and cheesy, but they have more depth and meaning than the "whisper song" by the Ying Yang Twins.&lt;br /&gt;Along with the love cd's, my irresistible sugar gave me a cookie cake instead of the traditional birthday cake. I loves me some cookie cake. Christy knows the way to my heart and it starts with food. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;I am now 33, halfway to 66. In no way is this the downside of my life. I look at it as I have only lived one-third of my life. My birthday has come and gone but not with a whimper but a mighty hand. I realize that life is meant to be taken one day at a time. I want to take my days with Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Guys can be gushy and mushy when it comes to love and emotions and not looked down upon.  Personally, I like mushy. I like mushy movies, songs and talk. I think sometimes I have mastered the art of mushy talk but that is neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;So for all the guys out there, go mushy.&lt;br /&gt;Next Week: I will recap the week that was and preview the week ahead. So stay grounded and love all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Love is meant to be, you have to go get it.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. #2 I got it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-6225713721927309598?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6225713721927309598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=6225713721927309598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6225713721927309598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/6225713721927309598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/07/lovey-dovey.html' title='Lovey Dovey!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-8099952513558106708</id><published>2007-07-22T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:50:34.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/gallery-dang-500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/gallery-dang-500.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-8099952513558106708?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/8099952513558106708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=8099952513558106708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/8099952513558106708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/8099952513558106708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh.html' title='OH ....'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-7192724808377433731</id><published>2007-07-17T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:32:52.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with the Coach.</title><content type='html'>Welcome one and all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am introducing a new segment for your viewing pleasure. It is self titled "Tuesdays with the Coach." Yes, that would be me. I will offer up insightful and sage advice. I will happily help solve problems of all matter. So sit back and enjoy, grab a cold one to drink if you like. (cold one meaning unsweet ice tea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On todays docket, I will ramble and trailoff with strong 33 year old man speak. My birthday is sunday the 22nd of July. I have a short list for you to paruse and pontificate on, so make good sound expensive decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Clothes (christy, says I need to be more fashionable to meet her uppety tastes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. dress shoes (see # 5 for reason) I guess flip flops don't signify dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. electronic gadgets ( trying to get caught up with the 20th century)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. anything Longhorn material ( I know you may think I have enough, but enough is never enough. just ask christy that question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. any and everything. (hey, I am not picky, just special)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might come off as pretentious or greedy but, it is my nature or as I say, it runs in the family. I love my family, more so when I see their backsides leaving through the front door. Hey, we can't all be perfect and friendly like.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Easter 2008 is the same day me and my beloved want to get married. Christy said it was fine. We can do the Easter egg hunt instead of more traditional things as, garter toss or the always fun rice throwing. I wish we could snap our fingers and be married. All the pomp and stance is for the birds. Our wedding organizer (who doubles as the bride) says we should get married in September. I argue saying it is too soon but realize the longer we wait the more time she has to reneg on the whole deal. Love you Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Christy is my rock and best friend, so we make decisions and communicate on all issues. I know, I am working on the whole communicating thing, but I am going to counseling for that.&lt;br /&gt;Well our time is almost up and I am getting the hook, so I better shut this down. I hope you have enjoyed this Tuesday's edition. I look forward to next weeks column when the topic will be fears of heights and fears of open waters. Look forward to the hilarious test cases that will be presented next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. To quash any unfounded rumor that is circulating, I am living back at home with grams but it is for very legit and stable reasons. I do not wish to share them at this time, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-7192724808377433731?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/7192724808377433731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=7192724808377433731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7192724808377433731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/7192724808377433731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/07/tuesdays-with-coach.html' title='Tuesdays with the Coach.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-5350652188067835516</id><published>2007-07-10T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:10:18.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>Somesuch and the Like</title><content type='html'>Why must summers be so hot? I like the fall and winter time of years. I don't sweat as much during these seasons. I hate sweating but I like sports. I'm an avid sports watcher and player. I'm into trivia and coach kids. I like being around youngsters but not enough to have one of my own. I'm what you might call- selfish. I just need space and by the looks of my ever expanding middle, I need lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently engaged but not yet married. That fateful day has yet to be announced but it is coming up shortly. Speaking of short, "Hi Mandy." Anyways, my birthday is fast approaching. I will turn the spry, young age of 33. Yep ladies, 33! Just call me Brian "PrimeTime" Peters. Has anyone met my beautiful fiance? Her name is Christy Robinson. How does Christy Alicia Robinson Peters roll of the tongue? Right!&lt;br /&gt;At the ripe ol' age of 33, I am still going to school. Yes, sad I know. There are some lame arse guys in my sociology class. We are suppose to do group work but all I hear is f words and beer talk. If i wanted that I could throw a family reunion together. Enough school talk, I am here to please and please I shall.&lt;br /&gt;I am back to writing blogs that make people happy and cry uncontrollably. I am here to heal the sick and feed the poor. Being one of the poor, someone feed me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I tend to ramble. I have one favor, don't judge me and we won't have any problems. If you do judge, I am known to be packing.&lt;br /&gt;So come one and come all. I tend to have low self esteem and self confidence, so please be kind with the words. I need much encouragement. I need food. I need love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Gather round' gather round!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-5350652188067835516?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5350652188067835516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=5350652188067835516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5350652188067835516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/5350652188067835516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-must-summers-be-so-hot-i-like-fall.html' title='Somesuch and the Like'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905170098936067153.post-4850675646159124590</id><published>2007-07-03T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:12:34.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog days of Summer'/><title type='text'>Wheelings and Dealings!</title><content type='html'>It is time. It is time for me to unload my thoughts and feelings on any and all suspecting readers.&lt;br /&gt;I am a quiet, shy type. I like to eat, drink and be merry. I'm usually easy to get along with. I'm a 32 yr. old, who will trivia whip anyone within earshot of sports. I'm a lover not a fighter. I like cheese and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsweet&lt;/span&gt; ice tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the fun stuff. I am currently engaged to a beautiful human named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;. I work for the private school system acting as an Athletic Director. (one who oversees athletics) I love sports, especially basketball. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; loves soccer and running. I would rate us as an 9 on a scale of hotness for couples. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; gets 8 of those points and I get the leftover 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do watch t.v and usually partake in sports and the like. I will throw a little Seinfeld and Cops on ya for your viewing pleasure. I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;connoisseur of the history of sports, t.v. and music. I blast Metallica and Pink Floyd in my car and rap and talk radio when my fiance is with me. I dabble in the art of buying clothes and entertain the thought of reading every now and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I am a believer in God and worship at the feet of Pantego Bible Church. I was raised Baptist but baptized Catholic. (go figure) I believe in not throwing the first punch but the last. I turn the other cheek only after my opponent has turned both of his. I have wrestled many and fought few. I carry a big stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I speak with uncertainty and listen carefully. I observe without action. I tremble naught. I love life and life loves me. I struggle to sleep and it usually wins. I like to blog and view my thoughts. Christy says I need to do more and more I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;This is the beginning not the end. I will joculary edify without boredom. Please be kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905170098936067153-4850675646159124590?l=coachpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4850675646159124590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905170098936067153&amp;postID=4850675646159124590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4850675646159124590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905170098936067153/posts/default/4850675646159124590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachpeters.blogspot.com/2007/07/wheelings-and-dealings.html' title='Wheelings and Dealings!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604163464718079705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
