Just Jack Posted October 26, 2008 Posted October 26, 2008 And these are the entries as of 1:30pm 26:45 - JR In Ann Arbor 28:00 - Matt in KC 28:13 - Hazed and Amuzed 28:39 - marauderswr80 28:49 - GripnRip 29:00 - billsrcursed 29:01 - Fezmid 30:19 - Bill from NYC 30:49 - chazbb 31:09 - JinVA 31:17 - itaos 32:10 - Astrobot 32:17 - davefan66 32:24 - 34-78-83 32:28 - bills44 32:40 - cpabob 33:01 - The Dean 33:19 - Mr Info 33:23 - Tortured Soul 33:29 - jayg 34:00 - Frez 34:15 - RI Bills Fan 34:17 - catskillbill 34:27 - beastmode13 34:32 - Fear Poz 34:34 - The Tomcat (Vincent) 34:56 - billsfan72 35:00 - NFLBighits 35:25 - Golden Wheels 35:37 - georg793 36:19 - Beerball 36:40 - Billadelphia 36:50 - McGill Bill 37:14 - monsterman75 37:37 - thebug 37:53 - fishiewishie 38:06 - mike6683 38:12 - macaroni 38:27 - mead107 38:41 - lets_go_bills 39:10 - dog14787 39:39 - SwampD 40:00 - cåblelady 55:05 - Hamdan's Revenge 55:06 - MarkyMannn
Hazed and Amuzed Posted October 27, 2008 Posted October 27, 2008 why is there a Vincent next to my name? You will be escorting "The Million Dollar Man" Ted Dibiase to the ring if you win.
The Dean Posted October 27, 2008 Posted October 27, 2008 why is there a Vincent next to my name? Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflecting Vincent's eyes of China blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hands Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes A silver thorn on a bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they're not listening still Perhaps they never will -Don Mclean
GripnRip Posted October 27, 2008 Posted October 27, 2008 I must admit, after sitting through that 4th quarter, there is no joy in my victory.
Just Jack Posted October 27, 2008 Posted October 27, 2008 why is there a Vincent next to my name? Vincent guessed the same as you, so his didn't count. That is how I denote that he needs to change his pick.
Hammered a Lot Posted October 28, 2008 Author Posted October 28, 2008 I must admit, after sitting through that 4th quarter, there is no joy in my victory. Count how many guesses. Read all of post #1
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