Steiner?
Friends, some of you may be wondering about the derviation of our glorious name. It is not in any way a reference to Charlie Steiner, former TV personality and fat-addict. It derives from a series of emails written by The Republic of Tajikistan during the 2003 baseball season, a sample of which I have posted below.
-S
Friday, October 10, 2003 12:42 AM:
Hi Mr. Steiners Warriors! We saw part of last night's game and were happy! Then the rebels struck us from the North...they screamed like beasts of death and ignorance. My television was catapulted through one wife and into a poster of Karzai I hold dear. That was the end of the game in Dushanbe. I called Turkenbashi about an hour later to check on score...he wouldn't tell me!
But how about boy Andy? Oh boy! What a diamond! And those Red Socks look like a posse of rebels; those beards and some are so dark! That Ortiz is surely a hairless Yeti cub. And Contreras! He good-looking! The Yanks are fierce men. We hope they crush Pedro Martin. We also hope for food, materiel. We have lead to trade and yaks. Takers?
Our saddness for Roy Horn. Also our poverty. He big part of our trade. Oh well, more opium and kid-whores anyone?
Things not going well in Iraq, we are told. Join the fucking club, numbballs! Rebels are tough-ass mothers...fierce men. Our finest division was decimated yesterday, they rode fucking elephants and chanked futs at us with shouts!
Well, goodbye. Go Yanks and Mr. Steiner and his friend Crystal.
-S
Friday, October 10, 2003 12:42 AM:
Hi Mr. Steiners Warriors! We saw part of last night's game and were happy! Then the rebels struck us from the North...they screamed like beasts of death and ignorance. My television was catapulted through one wife and into a poster of Karzai I hold dear. That was the end of the game in Dushanbe. I called Turkenbashi about an hour later to check on score...he wouldn't tell me!
But how about boy Andy? Oh boy! What a diamond! And those Red Socks look like a posse of rebels; those beards and some are so dark! That Ortiz is surely a hairless Yeti cub. And Contreras! He good-looking! The Yanks are fierce men. We hope they crush Pedro Martin. We also hope for food, materiel. We have lead to trade and yaks. Takers?
Our saddness for Roy Horn. Also our poverty. He big part of our trade. Oh well, more opium and kid-whores anyone?
Things not going well in Iraq, we are told. Join the fucking club, numbballs! Rebels are tough-ass mothers...fierce men. Our finest division was decimated yesterday, they rode fucking elephants and chanked futs at us with shouts!
Well, goodbye. Go Yanks and Mr. Steiner and his friend Crystal.
posted by Anthony at 12:12 AM
2 Comments:
I know this is a lot to ask, but is i possible to set-up the short-wave radio to receive weekly intel from our man in Tajikistan? He goes to quiet during the hot stove season, I worry about the Yehti beasts eating him and his kids.
Fat-addict? That ain't tight. Go Dodgers!
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