We had some snow yesterday, hence the "cocoa inside me" line.
While I didn't look up the lyrics, I'm pretty sure that Lloyd Banks meant "co-co," as in cocaine... but the Smurf isn't really into stuff like that, as Pepsi makes me jittery enough.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
I'm Your Huckleberry
from East of Boston at CapeCodToday.com
NBA- Former Celtics Star Johnson Dies at 52 - AOL Sports
That's Dennis Johnson, as AOL Sports editors sometimes forget that- at any given moment- there may be 8-15 guys named "Johnson" in the NBA.
First, the dirt...DJ was well-kmown around the Massachusetts bar
scene, even after his heyday. He was also a chain smoker, which is
rare among American players. There were also some rumors of Tony Yayo,
but there's no need to put that stuff up here. Should be an
interesting autopsy, though...
I will also not let DJ's passing go by without expressing my feeling that Dennis Johnson was the ugliest man/woman/animal on God's green earth. He looked bad out there next to Sandy Ainge, afro-perm Bird, Frankenstein-build McHale and cigar-store-Indian Parish.
Bad stuff aside, it has long been my
opinion that the Boston Celtics chose the wrong 1980s guards to run
their teams over the 1990s and 2000s. M.L. Carr, Doc Rivers, Chris
Ford and Danny Ainge were all second-rate basketball intellects
compared to DJ.
Also...kids... remember that DJ was a flat-out all
star before coming to Boston... and that no better job of a big star
sublimating his ego (and his game) for the good of the team ever
existed than DJ on the 1980s Celtic teams. He had multiple title
rings to prove it.
Finally... his 1987 lay-in off the Bird steal
was/is/shall forevermore be the most clutch thinking I ever saw on a
basketball court. Anybody could have made the shot... very, very few
would have been in position to take it so quickly. His last second
dagger against the Lakers (after what I think was a 3-17 shooting
night) was also tres clutch.
The NBA lost a classic, and "every light
in Fat City went dim when they heard you'd finally cashed your
check."
4 paragraphs of slander, and 4 of unabashed, dick-sucking hero worship.... that's how I like to do my post-mortem articles about deceased heroes from my childhood. Wait til ALF dies...
YouTube - Sebastian Telfair Streetball HighLights
It hasn't worked out for Bassy here in Boston yet, but the kid has fat, mad skills with the rock. Put a 12-rebound-a-game guy on the Celtics (coughGregOdencough), and Bassy could run some hella fast breaks.
This is young Sebastian practicing his craft in Brooklyn. He travels and palms a lot, but God-Damn!
YouTube - Boston Celtics Dancers Debut
Wareham's own Cherie Blier leads the Celtic Dancers into batle against the despicable Detroit Pistons. The hi-tech leadoff is weak, but Prime Young Girl will always be Prime Young Girl.
BTW... Cherie's line in the interview about the Lucky The Leprechaun not being all that "lucky" with the Celtic dancers was funnier than anything I produced, and I walked into that interview (East of Boston - Wareham's Own Celtic Dancer..) with scripted questions.
As for the video.... well, Cherie suddenly appearing out of nowhere with Eddie Van Halen tearing apart the audio most likely killed Red Auerbach.... but I bet ol' Red went out smiling, or at least with a stiffy. It nearly gave me a stiffy, and I went to Smith.
If Mrs. Blier would be so kind as to log in here and tell us which one Cherie is in the video, we'd all be most appreciative. "She's the pretty blonde," sayeth the Colonel.
YouTube - jay miller at john kordic - Mr "T" guest appearance
Christ, I love hockey.
I think Kordic is dead now, while Miller most likely rarely has to pay for drinks at the Courtyard in Falmouth. These two went at it all the time while Mill Dog was on the Bruins, and no love was lost when Jay headed West. Look for the Mr. T cameo at the end of the festivities. "I pity the fool..."
Now that Cherie is checked off, Jay Miller becomes the Cape interview that I must have.
Thanks to CapeCodCharters.net. This video is why I absolutely never, EVER lean over the side of a boat.
While we're talking fish... someone caught the largest Colossal Squid ever caught:
Top News- Rare Squid Could Be Largest Ever Hooked - AOL News
YouTube - Gatemen - August 9th
If you ever wondered what the "NO PEPPER" on the infield walls around Fenway means... well, this is Pepper... as performed by the Wareham Gatemen during a rain delay. The true practice of Pepper involves bunting, but it's all the same in the eyes of a schoolmarm...even a comfortably retired one. You could take an eye out with that.
Teen girl commentary, too.
Speaking of teen girls...
Here's what happens when you stuff two of them into a car for a 6 hour trip to Cape Cod, and put a camera on them.....YouTube - fightttt
Notice how Mom never changes her facial expression?
I was one of 4 sisters, and no car was big enough to accomodate us. I've been held out the window by the waist while we were going 45 mph once, but I also wrenched Shea's head in between the seat once so bad that my father had to pull over and get her out with the crowbar. She still complains about that to this day, and we were fighting over my ALF doll, as I recall.
YouTube - Blizzard of 78 - impacts on Coast Guard Beach
Matt Noyes laying it down NECN-style about Coast Guard beach in Eastham during the Blizzard of 1978. Henry Beston fans will notice The Outermost House washing away at the start of the video.
While we're at it.... here's a video by a band called YouTube - Blizzard of 78... well, minus the "You Tube" and all. It looks like exactly the video you'd be watching before you woke up in the hospital after the gaybashing.
YouTube - Nor'easter breaks up ice sheet Nantucket Sound
If someone buys me a camera, I will go to Duxbury and get the best Nor'Easter footage ever taken. I have the grapefruits, if someone has the camera....preferably one of those waterproof ones, so the Colonel doesn't get it all soaked on you.
Yeah...like I'M going out there in that crap.... righttttttttttttt.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sort Of Like The Last Thing Charles Stuart Saw... Just More Suburban
Sagamore Bridge, 134 feet or so above the Cape Cod Canal... that's Cape Cod Bay where the Canal ends, and that's a power plant on the right. The locals call it the Snagawhore Bridge, and it's death if you jump off it.
I hate heights ( I won't ever fly again), but I had to have this photo for Your Monday Photo Shoot: Such Great Heights
It was built in 1933-35, a Great Depression project designed to "spend big bucks on big projects." It has a twin sister, the Bourne Bridge, which is like 7 miles down or something..
It spans the Cape Cod Canal, which was built so that ships wouldn't have to sail around treacherous Cape Cod to get to Boston. The canal was a long awaited project that guys like John Alden had kicked around. One plan involved the canal running through the lakes of Plymouth County... most likely encompassing both Duxbury and Monponsett.
It's an attractive enough leap that there are "Desperate? Call The Samaritans!" signs at each end. There are also big iron bars to prevent someone from leaping unless they were really determined.... say, determined enough o consider throwin themselves off a bridge.
Water is unforgiving. Given an average increase in speed of 9.6 meters per second of free fall, you'd be hitting the water at about, ummm, like a jillion miles per hour. You'll hear yourself screaming in Heaven...or Hell, if you have one of those vengeful Catholic gods.
You can jump off something that high and swim safely to shore only if you practice for years, and look somewhat like Superfly Jimmy Snuka. Otherwise... flapjack.
Here it is when it's foggy:
No matter how high you get...someone's always lookin' down on you.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
"I might get ill, roll an 8th in one hooter..."
Smurfs are known for their ability to pop up all over New England to purchase rental property.
I got snowed into a cabin up in the White Mountains, but that all sorted itself out without any particular drama or shenanigans. I didn't fall down a mountain, get chased by a polar bear, abducted by Satan worshippers, or anything juicy like that. I did purchase a nice oceanfront property in Maine, although the Colonel used the words "my fearsome Hammer" at several points in describing it to a friend.
The Colonel gets into a Thor trip when he's performing carpentry, saying stuff like "My fearsome Hammer will remove this blight from the land, and deliver us a prominent return on our mighty investment." He does so in an earth-shaking bellow that has made his children cry more than once. It sort of worries me... but he works hard, and we generally do buy low/sell high. It's not like he isn't forgiving me several eccentricities of my own, no? The kids will grow up scarred but wealthy.
I was in a conversation with a friend that featured "If this SOB seller backs out of this Duxbury sale, I'm putting the kids in the car and driving south until I see Cubans." The conversation was interrupted by a contractor, who was painting a room and wanted to know where the broom was. "Do I look like the kind of a woman who knows where the f***ing broom is?" was her reply. "Where's the maid, then?" asked the earnest painter.
She's a trophy wife, and trophy wives don't need to know where the broom is. That's why God made contractors. But God also made sportswriters, and I'd be remiss in my duties if I didn't alert the good people of Cape Cod to that annual Black Hindenburg that is the NBA All Star Game.
The NBA turns their All Star Game into a weekend long celebration. Not only do you get the game, you get the Shootout, the Skills Challenge, and the Dunk Contest. All that happens on Saturday, and the game goes down on Sunday... just like Jesus wanted.
The 3 point shootout is a series of guys running around the perimeter shooting all the balls off a series of racks. Whoever makes the most in acertain amount of time wins. This contest peaked for me in the 1980s, when Larry Bird walked into the locker room and said, "So... which one of you clowns is coming in second?" He then put on a Luftwaffe-worthy bombing clinic, walking off the court with his finger in the air while his last 3 pointer was still dropping down from the heavens. Game, Set, Match... bitches.
The Skills Contest is- I believe- a bunch of guys dribbling around a pylon. Rather than watch Kobe Bryant dribble back and forth, use this time to scan the audience for the latest hip-hop fashions..."Goddamn... I think Jay Z is wearing a live chicken or something!"
I love the dunk contest, and the winner can make a pretty good claim to being the planet's Funkiest Man. There have been some throwdowns in the past, with Dr. J and Air Jordan each freaking the public. I can recall Jordan being given a gift win in a Chicago All Star Game when Dominique Wilkins basically attacked the rim like a crazed gorilla. A white guy even won it one year.
The two guys who stand out this year are Nate Robinson and Gerald Green. Nate is this little (5'9" is "little" in the NBA) Spud Webb-looking sucker who won the contest last year by jumping over the actual Spud Webb to dunk a basketball. You may also recall Mr. Robinson throwing several punches in last December's entertainment that we know as the Knicks/Nuggets brawl.
Gerald Green is the Boston representative. He has truly terrifying hops... I'm guessing 4 feet for his vertical leap, and the brother hangs up there. There are rumors that he plans to dunk a ball with his feet/lips/etc... You know I'm rooting for Double G, and I expect him to beat that little Nate bastard like a goverment mule.
The game istelf is always a laugher... absolutely no defense at all is played, and estimates of a 158-156 score are common, if not conservative. Whoever gets the ball is going to shoot it, no doubt... and they will do so quickly. Look for it to be a series of guys trying to fall out of bounds into Christina Aguilera's lap.
But football is dead until Autumn, and pitchers/catchers don't report for a few more weeks. This is the best we get until March Madness or Wrestlemania XXXII. Rememebr to bet early and often in the Who Gets Shot At The After Party pool.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Rooting for both quarterbacks to be injured...
One good thing about the Patriots not being in the Super Bowl is that it brought an end to the Colonel's experiment.
Our border collie- Sloppy Dog- has an unusual bark. She doesn't "woof," she goes "woo woo woo." Much like the parrot, she will attempt to mimic speech if properly riled up.
So... after the San Diego game.... the Colonel came upon the idea of trying to teach her to say "Soooooper Bowl." I'm not kidding. He then sat there with the dog on all fours, getting it to go "woo woo woo," then trying to lead it into saying "Soooooooooper Bowl."
I tried to inform him that one requires lips to make the B sound in "Bowl," and that the dog simply isn't genetically equipped to do so.... but by the time I mounted this argument, he already had the children in on the game, and I was outnumbered.
It's not often that I'm the sane one in the house. There was nothing else to do but go down to my easy chair in the cellar play room, kick back and twist one. Through the fog rising towards the ceiling, I could hear traces of the Colonel's basso profundo voice, extended into a Scoobyesque howl... "Soooooooooooper Bowl." I wanted to cry, but I was laughing too hard.
Anywho... it all sort of worked itself out in Indianapolis the next week, and he's dropped the experiment until next season. Which leads us to the meat of today's article. ..What's gonna happen in today's big game?
Chicago was involved in the first Super Bowl that I was really worked up for... that 46-10 curb-stomping they laid on the heads of our own New England Patriots. I may have been 9 years old, and I was all about the Pats- who, at the time, wore this pissa fire engie red jersey that I already had like 4 of...Hannah, Grogan, Clayborn and Morgan.
I like to tell people "It was 3-0, Patriots when I was sent to bed," but that isn't true. I saw enough to know that the Patriots ran into a buzzsaw that sad evening in 1986, and the meat flew for about 15 years. Amazingly, I don't resent Chicago for this, as even 9 year old me knew that the 85 Bears were one of a kind, and that the Patriots were lucky to be on the field that day... if "lucky" means "were the ones who got to absorb that for-posterity drubbing."
The Super Bowl can be viewed as a rabid fan, or as a totally disinterested spectator. My friend Tammy once asked me "Why doesn't he (whoever had the ball was always the same guy to Tammy) take the ball and just run behind everyone on the sidelines?.... You wouldn't even SEE him among all those huge people, let alone catch him." She also asked me why he "doesn't just run the other way... I mean, they all know he's gonna go forward... he should go towards the other end zone."
On the other hand, my husband and I frequently bet on things like the coin flip or the outcome of the You Make The Call commercial segments. I have $25 on Rex Grossman being injured today. The last time I tried to do a push-up was when I lost a bet over whether the Jets would run or pass coming out of a timeout. The stakes were 20 push-ups, and I believe I still owe him 7 of them.
There was a separate bet about whether or not I could do 20 pushups in a row... but that involves my man Phillip Atio, and this is a family paper.
How would I bet today's game?
It's a great matchup... Power vs Finesse, Offense vs Defense, Old School vs High Tech, Huge City vs Big Country, Spy vs Spy,etc... Indianapolis has a high-powered offense,while Chicago has a smashmouth defense. The irresistible force is headed towards the immovable object, and something's got to give.
Logic tells me that Indianapolis will win in a rout. Indy was able to do 30+ on the Patriots, who whaled on this same Bears team like Humpback. Simply stated... Indianapolis will stretch that defense until it breaks... and once it breaks, the points will roll over it like water over a Chocolate City levee.
Viewed in this light... the Patriots/Colts game of two weeks ago was the de facto Super Bowl, as either of us would have beaten this proud-but-outmatched Bears team. The Patriots lost in the last minute, and things could have ended quite differently if Brady had anyone with talent to throw that ball to on the final drive.
That makes an Indianapolis victory palatable to me, and I won'tbe all grouchy watching it happen. I'm rooting for the Bears, though.
The Bears are a classic team.They run better than they throw, although they've tweaked the passing game enough to have put 35+ up on a few teams this year. Much like the Patriots, they were constructed defense-first, with extra attention paid to the defensive line. They go out on the field with the expressed purpose of beating the s*** out of the other team, which is what I like to see in my Colts opponents.
So,when the fur flies today,someone is going to suffer. Something crazy may happen, like a Fumblerooski or a streaker tackling Joseph Addai as he scampers for what would have been the game-tying touchdown in the final seconds.
You can't see stuff like that coming, so you have to bet what you know. All I know is that I've seen Peyton Manning choke too much to put a plug nickel on him in a game of any sort of consequence....and the consquences don't get any bigger than a Super Bowl. The Colts also deserve to lose for not still being in Baltimore. Look for them both to get punished.
Bears, 21-20, with Adam V shanking one to lose the game after the streaker-related loss of the game-breaking touchdown.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
I'm Putting A Price On Someone's Head
Sagamore gas station got robbed AGAIN tonight....twice in two weeks.. this time two kids, one with a tire iron, the other with the jack.
"Crackheads," said the attendant. "I actually chased these ones, but I'm pretty old, and smoke a pack a day. These kids were amateurs."
The kids took off in a beaten-up goldish compact wagon with the license plate bent up to obscure the ID number. They'll split probably a good 15-45 minutes of crack smoking between them with their ill-gotten gains.
"Sh*t, I'll give them a station of their own to run if they need crack that badly," said the Boss. " What a couple of cowardly douchebags."
"The last thief was more calm, and the robbery was actually relatively pleasant," said the attendant. "This time, I thought I was getting a tire iron to the head until they left."
High Above Courtside is offering $500 to whoever coughs up these two clowns. No questions asked, no bothersome IRS shenanigans. Once the attendant has ID'd them, the money's yours... and we'll handle the rest. The bounty goes up to $750 if you bring them directly to us. I can be reached at this email address.
Just in case any would-be thieves are reading this.... the two robberies of this station have coughed up very little money, as the station has a frequent drop policy and the attendants never have more than $30-40 on them. They can't open the safe. The store has no tobacco or Lottery products. As you might imagine, the police have become interested in this station after two robberies in two weeks.... and someone I know may or may not have given the attendant some weaponry.
They need it, because about 10 minutes passed between when the 9-1-1 call was placed and the first cop showed up.
"I dialed 9-1-1, then chased the kids," said the attendant. "Then I went back in and talked to the dispatcher. Then I went out to the street to flag down the cops when they arrived. When they didn't arrive, I went back in and called my boss. Then I went back out to wait for the cops. Then I called Bourne Police directly, and FINALLY a cop showed up. Once they were there, the cops were cool... but that dispatcher should have risen no higher than Pizza Delivery with her skill set."
Thursday, January 18, 2007
I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
East of Boston - Wareham's Own Celtic Dancer
Boston Celtic dancer and Wareham native Cherie Blier was nice enough to do an interview with Cape Cod's nastiest sports page yesterday. It might be "Bleier," but sometimes we don't do that fact-check thing really well here at the sports section. We did nail down the "Cherie" part, though.... but we have a pretty French background here at EOB.
She was driving from Boston to Rhode Izzy when my people talked to her people, so no wine was poured. There won't be some story like "We closed a bunch of bars, fought a couple of waitresses, drove home on back roads at 110 mph, ended up smoking crack in bed with some Foxy Lady waitress and a Cuban guy named 'Renaldo,' etc..."
No, Cherie actually seems like a pretty nice girl. Besides, her dad's a cop, and- while I don't personally have anything against cops- I'm generally happier when they're not around... especially when they're asking me stuff like "Why can't my daughter stop laughing?" or "Who talked her into a Bourne To Kill tattoo?"
No... life's too good for that sort of thing, and I'm not even a #1 stunner like Cherie Blier. She has a perky alto voice that belies a seriously impressive resume. She's a college student, owns and operates a cheesecake company, she dances 41 times a year in front of 15,000 people, and most likely spends the other 324 days going "That's very nice, but I have a boyfriend already."
Rather than reading my ramblings, just check out the detailed Q&A. I'm sort of working from some hastily scribbled notes when I put her answers in, so don't anybody get really mad at Cherie if she says something that sounds Monponsettish.
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CCToday: How did you get to become a Celtic dancer?
Cherie: I've been dancing since I was three. My grandmother owns Baker School Of Dance, and I have training in styles such as Classical, Ballet, Tap, Jazz,etc... The Celtics announced tryouts for their dance squad, and I was lucky enough to be selected from hundreds of girls.
- What's the biggest difference between the cheers one sees at a high school game and the Celtics dancer routine?
We're not cheerleaders. The differences are technical. We don't do lifts, flips, pyramids, or even actual cheers. I've never actually been a cheerleader, even at Wareham High.
- No pyramids? That kills like 4 of my prepared questions... "Can you dunk off the pyramid, is the really tall girl there to catch the girls who do flips, etc..."
Oh well... smiles
- Do you hate it when someone calls you a cheerleader?
Hate, no... but I'd point out that we're dancers, all of whom have a lifetime of experience in various forms and styles of dance. Our routines are also entirely different from the routines cheerleaders do.
- How so?
Cheerleaders try to draw cheers from a crowd, and are positioned on the sidelines. They do simpler routines, with very little in the way of synchronized group movement. They are also constantly doing something during the games- often to the distraction of fans who came to watch the game.
The Celtic dancers perform once between quarters, and during the official timeouts. Other than that, we're off the court entirely.
- You aren't kneeling by the side of the court during play?
We stay in our dressing room when we're not dancing, and we just mass in the runway before the quarter ends.We used to be courtside, but someone complained.
- Wow... what a loser. Was it because he/she hated the concept of Celtic dancers?
No... we were just in the way of the fans and players. I can understand. No one was upset about it.
- What do you think about people who felt that a dance squad was an unwelcome presence at Celtics games?
- No one ever says anything like that to us, personally. We'd read stuff about it in the papers, but there's always going to be someone who doesn't like something. All of us seem to agree that after 20 games or so, everyone (fans/media/players/refs/security) was pretty much used to us.
We're right out there in front of them, and he have a certain degree of intimacy with those who watch us perform. Even those who thought we were like strippers coming in have seen that we're just a dance squad. I've never personally been heckled, and the crowd itself seems to police those who yell something at us.
Kids love us, too.
- Do the rich guys in the front row hit on you?
It hasn't happened to me, but it has happened. They have to sort of work at it, though... we usually run out, do our routine, and head back to the dressing room.
- "All that dancing must make you tired... care to ride home in my Porsche?"
They're not that creative.
- Ben Affleck behaves?
I haven't seen him. I'm usually more into my routine than any crowd-watching.
- Who's the tallest guy who stomped on you accidentally?
We were only courtside briefly, and nothing like that happened. They all look pretty tall to me... I'm 5'4".
- Do you have to follow some sort of hardbody diet, or do you get to chow a steak now and then?
Some girls do, but I've always been able to eat whatever I want and not gain weight. I have a huge appetite. The dancing is pretty intense, and I'm starving when I'm done.
It's actually quite different than people think it is. They were quite specific about the fact that they didn't want certain body types, and the bone thin look was one of them. It's in our contract.
- How do the Californian girls on the squad like this 8 degree weather we're enjoying?
They're, umm, warming to it. They all bought winter clothes back when everyone local was talking about how warm the winter was. It snowed through one of our practices once, and some of the girls were like kids.
- They hadn't seen snow before?
Most of us are locals. Some of the Californians had only seen it on TV, though. They ran out into the snow after practice like kids, and had a snow fight.
- One more thing in this world that just had to happen when I'm not there with a camera.
They also have to learn how to drive in the snow. Be careful in Boston this winter.
- Without asking you to cough up a W-2 or anything... can you make a living as a Celtic dancer, or do you need a side job/rich parents?
Every girl I see there is doing it because she loves to dance and perform. I suppose it could lead to other things, and this job would look good on a resume. A day job comes in handy, though.
I'm in college. This is actually my first real job.
- Did you know that Paula Abdul first rose to prominence as a Laker dancer?
No, I didn't. I can see where it would further her career as a singer/ or a dancer. She sure made it big, though.
- What advice would you give a kid who wanted to grow up to be a Celtic dancer?
Take dance classes, preferably in multiple styles and forms. Work for as many choreographers as possible. Get used to performing in front of a crowd.
- How does the floor at the Boston Garden compare to a dance floor?
It's parquet, so it's very nice in that regard. There's also a lot more going on around you.
- Which Celtic player has the best car?
We don't really interact with them. It's in our contract. I've seen some nice ones pulling out, though.
- No dating the players? There go like 5 more questions. I was looking forward to "Would you date a 7 footer?"
Probably not. I don't want to break my neck to look at a guy. My boyfriend is my size, roughly.
- Which cheerleader won the fistfight over who gets to date that guy who runs around dressed like a leprechaun?
Oh, Lucky? He's great. He's not that "lucky" with the dancers, though.
- They should dress Lucky up so he looks like the dude from that Leprechaun Goes To The Hood movie.
Umm.....
Which Celtic dresses the best?
Paul Pierce was wearing a gorgeous chocolate brown velvet blazer the other night. It may have cost my entire season's Celtic dancer salary. I think they look very nice when they dress up.
We get to see a lot of the player fashion, because they've all been injured so much.
- Has Doc Rivers ever turned to you and been like "If I put you out there, could YOU box out Emeka Okafor??"
No, but he should. Courtney is 6'1".
- Could you jump up and kick, say, Danny Ainge in the teeth?
How tall is he?
- Danny Ainge is 6'5"
Most likely. I suppose I'd need a good reason to do that. I'm a nice girl, generally.
- What's the worst injury you ever saw a cheerleader suffer? I saw a cheerleader get hit in the face with a puck once.
Ow! If you include my time in dancing, I've seen hip flexor injuries, sprains, knee ligament damage... it's a very physical job.
Do you like basketball?
I'd never been to a game before I took this job. I've begun to follow them since, and I find myself more and more into them each day. They've had a tough season, with a lot of injuries. I'm quite a fan of theirs, now.
- If a fight started on court during a Celtics/Knicks game, would you feel any Celtic-based loyalty to run over and deck a Knicks cheerleader?
It most likely wouldn't happen, as the dance teams don't travel with the basketball team. If it came down to it, though....
Yeah... (does best Bill Murray).. you're a Harbour Chick....
If I put $20 on it, could you hit a free throw?
I used to play in my driveway when I was a kid. I could probably do it if I practiced a bit.
- You went to Wareham High School, no?
Class of 2005!
Did you play basketball at WHS?
No. I didn't even cheer. I was teaching dance at my grandmother's studio all through high school.
- Were you like some fat kid who got out of high school and went all Swan?
I was pretty normal in high school. I was friends with everyone.
- What is your favorite part of Wareham?
I love Stony Point Dike..... You couldn't get me off the water as a kid.
- I'm told that you love to fish.
I used to go fishing every day with my mother...fluke, striper, bluefish, flounder.... we had a commercial license, and we'd sell whatever we caught at the fish market.
Mom loves to fish. Dad would go sometimes, but Mom was the one in charge.
- What's your favorite seafood?
Lobster, scallops, stuffed shrimp... I love the baked stuffed shrimp at Lindsay's.
- Do you consider Wareham to be the last town on the mainland or the first town on the Cape?
It's the Gateway!
- Do you support the establishment of an industrial wind farm on Nantucket Sound?
That's a tough question. You're balancing the needs of property owners and environmentalists with the need for clean power generation. It's not for me to say.
- Are you related to Rocky Bleier?
Who's he?
- Played for the Pittsburgh Steelers... had a leg shot up in Vietnam.. came back to play again.... big TV movie, I think.
Sounds like quite a man. I'll have to look into it.
Is it as much fun being a cheerlea.. umm, dancer if there aren't a bunch of Band Geeks to make fun of?
I'm pretty friendly... I had plenty of band friends in high school.
- Have you ever been like walking down the street, made eye contact with some guy,and he then walks into a tree while gawking at you?
Not a tree. I had a guy walk into a street sign, once. It's funny, because Iwanted him to stop staring at me, and he walked into a STOP sign.
- The good Lord works in many a strange and wondrous way.... so, do guys hit on on you all the time?
Guys treat me fairly well. My father is a police sergeant, and I have several big brothers.
- Did guys show up to date you in high school, and there's this huge buzz-cut police sergeant sitting in the living room,cleaning his service revolver? "I'd be very disappointed if my daughter came home even a little bit past her curfew, Son.... click-click!"
Yeah, it was pretty much like that... then the brothers all make an appearance, as well. Was your father a policeman?
- Mafia. Same thing, effectively.
Oh... k...ummmm.... well, boys always were extrordinarily polite when we were dating in high school.
What's next for Wareham's favorite (Geena me no Davises- this girl has caught a 50" striper) daughter?
I'm studying to be a baking and pastry arts dessert chef at Johnson and Wales. I'm also studying Culinary Nutrition.
- What's your favorite thing to cook?
Harvest apple cheesecake, graham cracker/walnut crust, apple streudel filling.. My mother and I actually run Mom and Me Cheesecake Company.
- Cherie... you're a proessional dancer and look like it.....you're also a Cape girl... expert fisher... pastry chef... you have what must be top-notch sports connections...you're intelligent, friendly, and polite....very nice ,an absolutely charming young lady.....has someone asked you to marry them yet?
No...
- They will.... trust me.
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