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Moe's Tavern Shopper - Fall 2001 - Vol. 2 By Moe
A LITTLE TOO EASY Our victory Sunday was a nice little scrimmage, but let's face it: those guys suck.
CONTRARY TO WHAT MARTY SAID
GAME REVIEW
YASKAWA
THREE SOLOS
MEMBER NEWS
YASKATERIA
COORS LIGHT PLAYER OF THE GAME
ALUMNI CORNER
1. Rook, what do you miss most about Moe's?
2. Why did you leave Moe's?
3. Did you ever sleep with your hockey stick?
4. What was it like riding to games with Marty? "It should be noted that the pre-game experience with Marty is more than "the drive down to Chicago", but rather, a cornucopia of relaxing experiences, designed to welcome me into the Moe's family. Before the first week, he called me and asked me to arrive a few minutes early. I figured he was going to say, "Don't F it up, we have a good team", or "don't goon it up, F'er, cause I run this team, not Moe". "My assumptions could not be farther from the truth! First, Marty answered the door clad in a modified apron that read "Kiss the Cook." Red and purple lace ran across the borders of this modified apron. It became apparent that Marty spared no expense. On the coffee table that once housed Hustler magazines and Hot Rod issues on "The Ultimate Super Honda", he presented tea in brilliantly shined sliver, set upon intricately fashioned doyleys. Marty invited to me to sit, gitty with glee, as he sashayed to the back. "My mind was aflutter with Marty's particular behavior. Is this the same Marty who yelled at me from the outfield? Who is this bazzaro Marty how orders me to "get my shit together" when we play Ping-Pong? To my surprise, Marty exclaimed, "Eric, cccllllooossseeee yyyooooouuuuurrrr eeeeyyyyyeeeessss." I complied, hoping that when I opened my eyes, that this experience was just a dream. "I heard my tea glass slide away from me, and felt a puff of air from something falling in front of me onto the table. I sheepishly opened my eyes, a welcome mat appeared in front of me. To complete this surreal experience, Marty whispered "Now, we like to have fun and trying your bestis all that I expect. To place your mind at ease, I made a little welcome mat for you." If you asked me hours before if Marty could knit (sorry for my lack of craft knowledge) I might have not bothered with addressing your stupidity. When my eyes focused upon the "WELCOME TO MOE'S TAVERN", I must admit, I felt a bit closer to Marty, in that brotherly sort of way. "One might wonder how I played in such a relaxed manner, especially as I was thrust upon the field of battle, along with Chicago's most treasured floor hockey franchises. I credit Marty, with his discussion of Orpah's latest book (which I did not read, sorry Marty), ginger-bread cookies, and my personal favorite, those fancy French-named cookies. Even though I cannot remember the name of those cookies, I remember how happy Marty became when I had "one more for the road." I learned a great deal from Marty this spring. I believe, to Marty, these simple things make all the difference in the world.
5. Will you ever wear a Moe's uniform again?
NEXT GAME You would think that his dual cassette deck would make his frustration and anger go away but it only adds to things because he can't seem to figure it out. (there are lots of buttons)
He also needs [CENSORED].
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