As part of their ongoing Filipino outreach program, Coach and Mrs. Renzi invited my sister and me for dinner over Labor Day weekend. I hadn’t been there for some time, so I nearly forgot the “Key > Key > 4 > 3 > 2 > 1” code to unlock the gate to Oakwood Estates. If I had forgotten, I could’ve called any number of people from southeast
In any case, after Coach was done bitching about his “unfair” sacking by Roman Abramovich and claiming he could’ve won the Champions League, he mentioned we should all get together for a Thanksgiving reunion at a
After the feast & gambling excursion, I’m thinking we could head back to the old basement, drink more and plan my engagement party while listening to “
Pass this on to all the Knights. I’ll send out an E-mail in a couple of weeks to get the scheduling started. Leave me your E-mail address through Facebook, MySpace or the comments section of this post. And if there is a huge demand, we’ll throw some strippers into the mix.
I now leave you with some quotes by the great J.P. Renzi:
“78% of the balls that don’t go on goal, don’t go in the net.”
“Hey! What is this?! These fucking guys!”
"Who wants some chewing gums?"
"I brought dates."
"First gear!…Second gear!…Third gear!"
"What is it with these (h)ospital balls?!"
"No square balls!" (Much funnier when printed.)
"Last play!" 15 minutes later…"Last play!"
"You are not a Knight," to Jeff Jaber.
“I mean, is he a fricken dyslexic?”
“Fifty years old! And I am not even warmed up!”
“If you do that one more time, I am going to come over there and put my
nine-and-a-half up your rear end!”
“These fricken bozos.”
“Don't shoot until you are warmed up! If I see one more shot before you
"If I'm having a party, my son will say 'I will bring the drinks,'
Chris will say 'I will bring the food' and Jeff will say 'I will bring my
“Ey yi yi yiyiyiyiyiy”
“I mean, are you fricken retarded?”
“I could’ve won the treble with Drogba!” (Still being verified.)