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Every Fan Down in Fan-ville Liked Hockey a lot … But the Greed, Who lived just south of Fan-ville, Did NOT! The Greed hated Hockey! The whole Hockey season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his game was baseball or basketball. It could be, perhaps, that he was jealous of football. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that he thought his wallet was too small. But, Whatever the reason, The sport or no shame, He sat there in September, hating just the same, Clutching his brandy with an evil, Greedy sneer As the Fans toasted the new season with cold beer. For he knew every Fan up in Fan-ville above Cared not for the business, only puck love. "And there will be training camp!" he yelled with a racket. "All will have hope! Even the Jackets!" Then he growled, while his butler got his Bentley running, "I MUST find some way to stop Hockey from coming!" For, As soon as the puck dropped, he knew … All the Fans with great glee Would turn on TVs. They'd rush to the rinks! And he'd hear that "Gangnam Style" song everyone sings! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! http://l2.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/R3STrNWiKRAcCxC2ezA3sA--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7cT04NTt3PTMxMA--/http://l.yimg.com/os/388/2012/12/21/Grinch-2-Canucks-jersey-jpg_212423.jpgAnd THEN They'd do something He liked least of all! Every Fan up in Fan-ville, of the Canucks to the 'Hawks, Would gather in great flocks, the floor to the ceiling. They’d stand side-by-side. And the Fans would start cheering! They'd cheer! And they'd cheer! AND they'd CHEER! CHEER! CHEER! CHEER! And the more the Greed thought of this Fan-cheering-thing, The more the Greed thought, "I'd rather hear 'Cha-ching!' "These fools don't follow important things like the Dow. "They follow the standings and guys like that Gordie … "Uhh … Howe?" Then he got an idea! A new idea! THE GREED GOT A NEW, OLD IDEA! "I know just what to do!" The Greed said like a snoot. "I'll have a lockout! And I'll file lawsuits!" And he laughed and he snorted, "Won't that be funny? "Somehow, I figure, I'll make even more money!" * * * * * http://l3.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/WJMWZCHrvwaxSM620IqBsQ--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7cT04NTt3PTMxMA--/http://l.yimg.com/os/388/2012/12/21/Grinch-3-face-jpg_212428.jpgTHEN He canceled training camps And the first weeks of the sked And the Winter Classic and more. Each time, a kick in the head. The owners and players, he'd make them fight … Fight so long, few would care who was right. "What's this about?" The Fans once wanted to know. Is it revenue sharing or HRR? Or contract rights? Or escrow? "What's this about?" The Fans didn't bother anymore. Disclaimer of interest? Decertification? Everyone is bored. We need a vacation. After months of pointing fingers and trading proposals, The sides came to New York, the biggest star at their disposal. The Greed seemed in trouble, for who could it be? Not Cindy-Lou Who – but Sidney Crosby! But even with the help of his owners and agent, Crosby could not keep it from blowing a gasket. He went back to Pittsburgh asked the big question: "Why? "Why aren't they even talking now? Why?" But, you know, that old Greed was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, we aren't close at all!" the evil Greed lied. "When you hear that we're close, that's only one side. "So there's nothing to talk about. We'll go to the brink. "Maybe we'll cancel the season, or someone will blink." And as if the Fans needed more reason to hate, That dastardly old Greed would not give a drop-dead date. Forget the openers. The Fans wanted closure. It was all they could do to keep their composure. And the one speck of hope That was left in the league Was a glimmer even too dim for Milbury. * * * * * http://l2.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/.CBQv3j69Qvg.uj4MbRggw--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7cT04NTt3PTMxMA--/http://l.yimg.com/os/388/2012/12/21/Grinch-4-Canes-sign-jpg_212417.jpgIt was now halfway into the season … Eighty-two games, impossible, Fifty-six, too, When the Greed looked at the schedule. "Down to 48? Woo-hoo!" So much crossed out! No banner in L.A.! No new arrivals to tout! No Nash, no Suter, no Parise! "Pooh-pooh to the Fans!" the Greed greedily hummed. "How do they feel that Hockey has not come? "It's finally sinking in! I know just what they'll do! "Their mouths will hang open for a minute or two "Then the Fans down in Fan-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!" "That's a noise," grinned the Greed, "That I simply MUST hear!" So he paused. And the Greed put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow … But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY! He stared up at Fan-ville! The Greed popped his eyes! Then he shook! http://l1.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/DtrMorBuX6kTfo1nSFlCVw--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7cT04NTt3PTMxMA--/http://l.yimg.com/os/388/2012/12/21/Grinch-6-end-jpg_212435.jpgWhat he saw was a shocking surprise! The Fans up in Fan-ville, of the Canucks to the 'Hawks, Were cheering! Right out of their socks! Oh, there was emotion over the lockout, no doubt. But you know what? The NHL isn't all it's about! Some Fans cheered for junior and college, the other levels of Hockey, all. Other Fans just cheered for – gulp! – baseball and basketball and football. Then the Greed thought of something he should have before. "Maybe," he thought, "they cheer first and then spend. "Maybe, perhaps, they'll just spend elsewhere instead!" And what happened then … ? Well … in Fan-ville they say That the Greed's feeble brain Finally got it that day! And as soon as he realized how to really grow his wallet, He dropped the lawsuits, and he lifted the lockout. And he brought back Hockey! And he sold lots of beers! And he … … HE HIMSELF … ! The Greed led the cheers!
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we all can use a good laugh....
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To me this is one of the greatest honors I can think of. I just met Dick Anderson from the '72 undefeated Miami Dolphins. He brought his ring and some of us got a picture with Dick and us wearing the ring.
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Got my new-to-me Corbin dual touring seat today!! Wooohoooo.... haven't taken a ride with it yet but that will happen very shortly! Found it via Facebook group (Yamaha Royal Star Venture and Tour Deluxe Fans, and Owners). [ATTACH]57102[/ATTACH] [ATTACH]57103[/ATTACH] Don't it look purrdy? I'll let ya'll know how it feels later.
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Do not think Ill ever outgrow the "Dukes". I know I know poke away, but since I was a kid and fell for hotrods I always thought the general was a cool ride. One day I will own one. A little trivia for the Dukes fans here. How many colors has the General Lee been in its life??
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OK, DQ fans! This week only: buy a Blizzard and get another one for a quarter!http://email.secureserver.net/view_print_multi.php?uidArray=170580%7CINBOX&aEmlPart=0http://email.secureserver.net/view_print_multi.php?uidArray=170580%7CINBOX&aEmlPart=0
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Dear Miami : Get ready for the Who Dat Nation coming for the Super Bowl By Mark Lorando, The Times-Picayune February 01, 2010, 2:06PM http://f303.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f35231%5fAEJFv9EAABONS2sBRwmx1GnWcBk&pid=2&fid=Inbox&inline=1Scott Threlkeld / The Times-Picayune Saints fans celebrate the overtime win for the NFC Championship on Jan. 24 -- and the chance to go to Miami . Dear Miami , The Saints are coming. And so are we, their loyal, long-suffering and slightly discombobulated Super Bowl-bound fans. While there's still time to prepare -- although a few hard-core Who Dats will begin trickling in Monday, most of us won't arrive until Thursday or Friday -- we thought we'd give you a heads-up about what you should expect. First things first: You need more beer. Yeah, we know. You ordered extra. You think you have more than any group of humans could possibly consume in one week.. Trust us. You don't. New Orleans was a drinking town long before the Saints drove us to drink. But it turns out beer tastes better when you're winning. (Who knew?) So let's just say we're thirsty for more than a championship; adjust your stockpiles accordingly. And look. When we ask you for a go-cup, be nice to us. We don't even know what "open container law" means. Is that anything like "last call"? It's Carnival season in New Orleans (that's Mardi Gras to you), and we'll be taking the celebration on the road. So don't be startled if you walk past us and we throw stuff at you; that's just our way of saying hello. Oh, and sorry in advance about those beads we leave dangling from your palm trees. We just can't help ourselves. http://f303.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f35231%5fAEJFv9EAABONS2sBRwmx1GnWcBk&pid=3&fid=Inbox&inline=1Times-Picayune archive February is also crawfish season, and you can be sure that more than one enterprising tailgater will figure out a way to transport a couple sacks of live mudbugs and a boiling pot to Miami. When the dude in the 'Who Dat' T-shirt asks if you want to suck da head and pinch da tail, resist the urge to punch him. He's not propositioning you. He's inviting you to dinner. And if you see a big Cajun guy who looks exactly like an old Saints quarterback walking around town in a dress ... don't ask. It's a long story. We know that crowd control is a major concern for any Super Bowl host city. Our advice? Put away the riot gear. Reason No. 1: Indianapolis is going to lose, and their fans are way too dull to start a riot. Reason No. 2: New Orleans showed the world on Sunday that we know how to throw a victory party. We don't burn cars. We dance on them. Reason No. 3: Even if we did lose, which we won't, leaving the stadium would be like leaving a funeral, and our typical response to that is to have a parade. Speaking of which: If you happen to see a brass band roll by, followed by a line of folks waving their handkerchiefs, you're not supposed to just stand there and watch. As our own Irma Thomas would say, get your backfield in motion. And hey, Mister DJ! Yes, we know you've already played that stupid Ying Yang Twins song 10 times tonight, but indulge us just one more time. To us, "[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZALurbuc5Hw]YouTube- Halftime (stand up and get crunk) Saints Edition[/ame])" isn't just a song; it's 576 points of good memories. It's the sound of a Drew Brees touchdown pass to Devery Henderson, a Pierre Thomas dive for first down on 4th-and-1, a Garrett Hartley field goal sailing through the uprights in overtime. It's what a championship sounds like. You may get sick of hearing it. We won't. Encore, dammit. Inside Sun Life Stadium, you may find your ears ringing more than usual. We're louder than other fans. Seven thousand of ours sound like 70,000 of theirs. Don't believe us? Ask the 12th man in the Vikings huddle. Some people think it's just the Dome that heightens our volume. But you're about to discover a little secret: We can scream loud enough to make your head explode, indoors or out. It's not the roof. It's the heart. Well, OK, and the beer. http://f303.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f35231%5fAEJFv9EAABONS2sBRwmx1GnWcBk&pid=4&fid=Inbox&inline=1Susan Poag / The Times-Picayune Don't be surprised if there are more Saints fans outside the stadium than inside. A lot of us are coming just to say we were part of history, even if we can't witness it up close. The Saints are family to us, and you know how it is with family: We want to be there for them, whether they really need us or not. Because we know our presence will mean something to them, whether they can see us or not. Come to think of it, seeing as how you're taking us in for the week, we pretty much regard you as family, too. So we're warning you now: If you're within hugging distance, you're fair game. Hugging strangers is a proud Who Dat tradition, right up there with crying when we win. Most sports fans cry when their teams lose. Not us. We've been losing gracefully and with good humor for 43 years. Tragedy and disappointment don't faze us. It's success that makes us go to pieces. Hurricane Katrina? We got that under control. The Saints in the Super Bowl? SOMEBODY CALL A PARAMEDIC!!! So anyway, don't let the tears of joy freak you out. We're just ... disoriented. OK. Let's review: Order more beer. Throw me something, mister. Suck da heads. Wear da dress. Stand up. Get crunk. Hug it out. Protect your eardrums. Pass the Kleenex. Hoist the trophy. See you at the victory party. Faithfully yours, The Who Dat Nation
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What happened to your Hokies Thuesday night? Did they lose to the lowly Tarheels? Naw, no way that could have happened. Not in Blacksburg, their home turf. I just couldn't resist hacking on you a little bit, us 'Heels fans don't get to brag too much during football season. Now basketball season is a whole different story!! Dave
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I bought my first big bike (83 Venture) last week and have been work out the bugs. I got all the dash gagets working except the temp gauge. Is the sending unit next to the fan switch? If so, I swapped it out with one from a parts bike but got no change. The fans does come on when it gets hot. Is there a way to check the gauge without removing the fairing? Are all the fuses on top of the battery? Thanks guys -
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I just happened to see this on Ebay. I wonder if it would work on the First Gen Ventures. If so, it looks like a good solution to those who have a problem with the temps running near the read before the fans come on. This one turns on the fans 20 degrees sooner. http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/Yamaha-V-max-Cooling-Fan-Switch-Vmax_W0QQitemZ190130673497QQihZ009QQcategoryZ35580QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
