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14 September 2008 @ 12:26 am
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Here's some for me, death being doled out in number of servings:

Amp: 163.8 cans
Bawls: 184.18
Cheerwine: 258.63
Coca-Cola Blak: 267.07
Espresso: 159.55
Dr. Pepper: 299.63
Faygo Moon Mist: 623.60
Hershey's Chocolate Bars: 1365
Jolt Cola: 55.84
MDX: 149.36
Mt. Dew: 223.36
Pimp Juice: 151.67
Red Bull: 153.56
Red Devil: 76.78
Vamp: 51.19

11 September 2008 @ 07:52 pm
I've been waiting for some time to get my hands on this. It was written by my cousin Steve Nery about  his grandfather Carl. Carl was the brother of my grandfather Fran Nery.

Life in the NFL just isn't the same: a Nery connection

It´s that time again NFL training camp is here, with the season following closely behind. The Pittsburgh Steelers head back as defending Super Bowl champions and with a payroll of around $100 million two notable differences from my grandfather´s days with the team six decades ago.
While Carl Nery´s path to the NFL led to many experiences that he now looks back on fondly, the decision to play ball rather than maintain a stable, yearlong job in those days was a tough one enough so that his older brother Ron took the safer route.
An All-American his senior year at Duquesne University, Carl was selected in the eighth round of the 1940 NFL draft as the 62nd pick overall. The Steelers were one of only 10 NFL teams at the time. He received $125 a game his rookie season, supplementing that income through construction jobs in the off-season. (No, $125 a week back then was not enough for a palatial estate and private jet).
The Steelers also had the 62nd pick, which now falls in the second round, in 2005. They gave cornerback Bryant McFadden a $230,000 base salary and a $1.08 million signing bonus before he ever played an NFL down. He likely does not have a second job.
Carl´s earnings in his 1940 rookie season translate to about $18,000 when adjusted for inflation today.
"Today they wouldn´t put on their socks for that," he says. Nonetheless, he was happy to take it. "The most money I ever saw was 15 cents my dad gave me to buy him a pack of Winchester cigarettes," he jokes.
The Steelers were in their seventh year in the NFL when 1940 rolled around, and had previously been dubbed the "Pirates."  When "The Chief," Art Rooney, founded the team in 1933, he named them after his favorite baseball squad, which also competed at historic Forbes Field. Today the Pirates are more in need of an identity change (winning a few games wouldn´t hurt), but things were different then, with the Rooney family being one constant.
My grandfather played both offensive and defensive guard for the 1940 Steelers not their finest year. They finished with a 2-7-2 record. "It was downright embarrassing," he says.
Two years earlier, Rooney had made running back and future Supreme Court justice Byron "Whizzer" White the richest player in the NFL with an unthinkable $15,800 contract. After leading the NFL in rushing that year, though, White left for England on a Rhodes Scholarship, only to return after the outbreak of World War II. He came back to the NFL with the Detroit Lions in 1940, and promptly led them to a 10-7 victory over the Steelers in his second game.
That off-season, the Steelers decided to exchange several players with the Philadelphia Eagles, who were coming off a one-win campaign. The results? The Steelers went 1-9-1, while the Eagles improved to 2-8-1, including a win over the Steelers. In 1943, the two bottom-feeders, depleted by the war, would unite and play as the "Steagles."
During that 1941 season, Carl´s former Duquesne coach, Aldo "Buff" Donelli, took over coaching duties for the Steelers while still coaching at Duquesne. The only man ever to coach college and pro football teams simultaneously, Donelli lost all five Steelers games he coached before NFL commissioner Elmer Layden forced him to pick between the two. Donelli stuck at Duquesne and went 8-0 before war abruptly ended the season.
Carl planned on returning the following season in spite of the team´s dismal outlook, but fate intervened. "In August of 1942, I got drafted again by Uncle Sam," he says. He became one of 638 NFL players to serve in WWII, 19 of whom gave their lives.
This was another case of bad timing in my grandfather´s career, as 1942 marked the first winning season in franchise history. Led by rookie running back and future hall of famer "Bullet" Bill Dudley, the Steelers posted a surprising 7-4 record.
Having lost most of the hearing in his left ear when he was hit by a car as a kid, Carl was not supposed to be sent overseas in the war. As fighting intensified toward the end, though, it was only because enough officers had been taken from his regiment that he and a few others whose last names began with "N" avoided joining the fighting.
He was stationed at various anti-aircraft stations along the East Coast throughout most of the war.
"At one point, we were very much concerned that Germany was going to fly some planes over and do some bombing," he says. "Fortunately, they had too much trouble over there and never had the chance to come here and do any damage."
While in the service, he married Margaret Mooney, with whom he recently celebrated 62 years of marriage. The pair came back to Pittsburgh in 1946, where he took a full-time job with Remington Rand rather than return to the NFL and seek part-time employment.
Nonetheless, he soon found himself playing football again. He made $50 a game playing for a semi-pro team, doubling up his monthly income, while keeping his day job. A knee injury in the final game in 1946 ended his career for good.
The fact that he ever played professional football was fairly remarkable it had never been in his master plan. Living in Springdale, slightly northeast of Pittsburgh, his family focused on sustenance in the Great Depression. He never even played until his senior year in high school.
"I wasn´t allowed to play," he says. "We had very little money, to say the least."
Were he to get injured, his family would have to foot the medical bill, something it could ill afford to do.
By his senior year, though, the family was doing better. His older brother Ron, one of six siblings, was playing for the Firemen, a local semi-pro team. Ron used the money to help support the household, which lightened their father´s outlook on the game.
Carl made the high school team but didn´t see much playing time. As the backup fullback, he was mainly inserted in one-sided games. When he graduated in 1934, though, he continued to play for an independent Springdale team while working for Alcoa.
Every little town along that valley, almost, had sports teams," he said. It was not exactly the NFL, even by those days´ standards. We had to practice under the street lights at night, or on a field that wasn´t a football field."
At this point he had no thoughts of playing college ball or even attending college. In 1936, though, a friend offered to get him a tryout with Duquesne University. He decided to give it a whirl and took his week of vacation time to out for the team. Duquesne´s tryouts, however, lasted two weeks.
He risked unemployment if he stuck around for the second week but didn´t make the team. He told the coaches his predicament and they promised to keep him for one season, at which point he would have to try out for the varsity squad. He made the team the following spring, ensuring him a spot until graduation.
His late brother Ron would have been the sure shot to play college ball. While with the Firemen, he played against ex-college and pro players. When Elmer Layden, one of Notre Dame´s fabled Four Horsemen (and later NFL commissioner), left his post as Duquesne head coach in 1933 to take over at his alma mater, he offered Ron a full scholarship to play for him. Ron turned it down to keep his position at Alcoa.
From a family that never saw money before, he couldn´t believe that going to school was better than getting a paycheck every two weeks," Carl says.
In Carl´s first year at Duquesne, the team beat Mississippi State 13-12 in the Orange Bowl and finished the season ranked 14th nationally. The Dukes also handed national champion University of Pittsburgh its only loss. My grandfather could only watch, though, as freshmen were not allowed to play varsity.
The team had mediocre 1937 and 1938 seasons. In his senior year, though, the Dukes went 8-0-1 and finished 10th in the Associated Press poll, but somehow did not get into a bowl game.
"We were undefeated and uninvited," he recalls.
While at Duquesne, he not only played tackle, guard and some fullback, he was also the punter. One of his proudest moments came when he booted an 89-yard punt at Pitt Stadium, a field record.
"Considering the fact that Pitt was playing a lot of big teams, it was something to be proud of," he says.
He remembers being in his own endzone, right next to the goalposts for the kick, and worrying about Pitt´s mammoth linemen smashing him into those goalposts.
"I guess I was so scared I had to kick it as hard and as fast as I could," he says.
It was also at Duquesne that he threw his only touchdown pass. In a 1939 game against the University of Detroit, he was supposed to kick a field goal. Instead, he came up with a trick play in the huddle. The holder pitched it back to him, and he hit a wide-open receiver for what proved to be the winning score.
"If it didn´t work, I would have been watching the rest of the game from the bench," he laughs.
In 1977, Duquesne rewarded him by electing him to the school´s hall of fame. He is also enshrined in Springdale´s local hall of fame, and in 2003 was granted the honor of representing the Steelers teams of the 1930s for their 1,000th game. He joined Pittsburgh legends such as Terry Bradshaw, L.C. Greenwood and Greg Lloyd on the field at halftime. Although he played in the ´40s, he represented the team´s inaugural decade because "They couldn´t find anybody from the ´30 to ´40 group."
At age 89, he remains an avid fan, splitting season tickets with my father and still wearing his number 40 jersey around the stadium.

Uncle Carl passed away March 9th, 2007 while he recovered from a double-bypass. I really wish he would have put his stories about playing for the Steelers to paper.

06 September 2008 @ 06:07 pm
To save time, I'm linking to the entry I made in <lj user="urban_decay">. Let me know what you think!!

29 August 2008 @ 07:28 pm
I made a post a while ago bitching about Necrophagist picking up Marco Minnemann. Thankfully they're dropped him and landed Romain Goulon.

I hope to GOD they stop here in Philly after the new album.
17 August 2008 @ 10:55 am
I've FINALLY found exact directions to the Evans City Cemetery. It beats the old directions I had by a long shot. TIME FOR A ZOMBIE ROAD TRIP!  WHO'S COMING?!?!?!? In other news, I've been tapped to cater a friend's wedding reception on November 1st. That would be the day after the party to celebrate Halloween, my birthday and Lauren's birthday. *hangs head* Why do I do these things to myself??
15 August 2008 @ 05:10 pm
Look up your birthday on Wikipedia, and post 4 events, 3 births, 2 deaths, and 1 holiday.
September 24th:

622 - Prophet Muhammad completes his hegira from Mecca to Medina.
1180 - Manuel I Komnenos, last Emperor of the Komnenian restoration dies. The Byzantine Empire slips into terminal decline.
1877 - Battle of Shiroyama, decisive victory of the Imperial Japanese Army over the Satsuma Rebellion
1957 - President Dwight D. Eisenhower sends 101st Airborne Division troops to Little Rock, Arkansas, to enforce desegregation.

1725 - Sir Arthur Guinness, Irish brewer
1911 - Konstantin Chernenko, Soviet premier
1946 - "Mean" Joe Greene, American football player (GO STEELERS!)

1541 - Paracelsus, Swiss alchemist
1980 - John Bonham, British musician

In ancient Latvia, the third day of Mikeli, and the only day of the year during which men proposed to their prospective wives.
06 August 2008 @ 09:52 pm
I think 25 years of good karma just paid up. My chef called me last night and asked if I wanted tickets to see Motorhead. That's every metalhead's dream....to see Lemmy and his moles kicking ass. It wasn't till today that I realized they were on the Metal Masters tour. Suddenly, I was there.....in Camden......with two tickets to see the very start of the tour.

In the parking lot, I realized that even though some may love metal their entire lives, quite a few have fallen victim to SUV's and children....though most of those kids were wearing Dio shirts.

Section 102 Row V Seats 25&26...$100 seats....at a 100% discount.....

Personally, I think they got things a little ass-backwards. Testament kicked things off and holy shit did they kick. I've seen Skolnick play twice with Trans-Siberian Orchestra, but I had no idea he was a great guitarist AND an onstage maniac.

It made the $12 Yuengling easier to swallow.

Then Motorhead was up. I can now say the closest I've been to Lemmy can be counted in mere feet. Punk attitude at it's best. Especially when Lemmy sarcastically remarked, "We play rock 'n roll. It's what we did before they invented fucking rap music." It is now one of my favorite shows ever.

One smoke break later, Dio was the center of attention. And that was really the biggest surprise of the night. I'd never heard his stuff with the former Sabbath lineup. RJD may well be the best showman on the face of the earth. He knows how to play to an audience, but he doesn't come off as an attention whore. He loves his fans and lets them know. That's cool. One of the things I hate is a badly mic'd and mixed band, and it happens a lot. The sound guy for Heaven and Hell is a master. They were mixed perfectly. I honestly think that H&H picked up the heavy edge that RUSH dropped in the 80's. I have to get their stuff.

Then some drunk douchebags showed up next to us. They reeked of.....Vic's Vapo-Rub.....I knew Dio and his fans had been around a while...but...damn. Also, I saw this guy:

Is a Trivium shirt and a yard of strawberry daiquiris metal?


That is quite possibly the best concert experience since I saw the Bosstones and met Dickie Barrett. I'm a little irked that Testament and Motorhead were given the remedial task of "opening acts." They should've been given more than 30 minutes each. I didn't bother to stay to see Judas Priest. Why? They just don't trip my trigger. I give Rob Halford all the credit in the world for beings secure and strong enough to make his sexuality known and keep on touring all these years. I just don't like the style. I'd seen all my idols by that point.

Even thought this was the kickoff show, it ruled. I hope they can all play with that intensity through the entire tour. If you miss this arrangement, you'll regret it.
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic
31 July 2008 @ 05:21 pm
In response to edmironiuk's post, my work week is made possible by:

28 July 2008 @ 09:57 pm
I' m only posting this on LJ because I NOW know that myspace isn't safe. I'll start at the beginning. I converted to Wicca four years ago. I was searching for my faith after my Christian upbringing left me confused ad empty. I knew it would take a lot of time to build up an understanding with both of my parents. ESPECIALLY my mother. I knew things would go comparatively smoother with my dad because he too had to search for his faith. My mom was raised a Christian and that's all she's ever been.

A few years ago, my high school band director found a myspace blog started by band members to discuss problems. He thought it to be "slanderous" and called all of the members and threatened legal action. Lauren, my fiance, was drum major at the time, and also had me listed as a friend. He AND HIS WIFE systematically searched through myspace and has obviously kept tabs on us. Now that I have my faith and marital status listed, it apparently became her business, and her place to bring these facts up to my mother. She questioned me, but I denied it. She wasn't smart enough to refrain from telling me who leaked the info. I should've known mom wouldn't leave it at that. She viewed my profile through my brother's, and sent me a message about it. I graduated in 2001, she spoke to my mother just a few months ago on this topic. WHAT?!?! Are you that pathetic? If she and her husband are reading this too, FUCK OFF YOU MEDDLESOME CUNTS!!

mmmmm....no...perhaps I'm quick to judge.....I should be thanking them.... Thanks for pushing an already inflamatory topic past the flash point. Thanks for forcing me to change my objective from "grow my relationship with my parents" to "family relations damage control."

I don't want to hide my faith, I really don't. But I need to reveal it to them at an appropriate time, AND THIS WASN'T IT! It's like the 1950's nuclear program, the information VASTLY outstripped the wisdom to grasp it. I've just been hit with 10,000 lbs of shit from 10,000 feet and I REALLY don't have the energy to dig myself out.......fuck.....
Current Mood: irateirate
I really HATE rude people. I went to one of the nicer pubs in the city for an after work beer. After about 20 minutes I'd had about enough of the bartenders choice of disco and White Stripes on the juke box. She'd already struck out once, taking 10 minutes to pour a beer for one person (ME) in a nearly EMPTY bar. SO, I put my OWN FUCKING MONEY in the juke box. Suddenly, the pub is filled with the wonderful sound of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston". THAT FUCKING BITCH TURNED IT DOWN! Now, I can hear all the other conversations over the music THAT I FUCKING PAID FOR!!! I was wicked pissed. THEN after my songs were done, some bar skank pipes up, "OH MY GAWD! THAT'S MY SONG! TURN IT UP!" AND THE BARBACK OBLIGES! WHAT....THE....FUCK.....? I once assisted a bartender when I was a sous chef. I've heard MORE than enough country music, lame hip hop and nauseating karaoke in one night alone, but I know that the juke box is FOR CUSTOMER ENJOYMENT!! If I were a bartender and you wanted to hear Kenny Chesney's ENTIRE DISCOGRAPHY, that's fine, as long as you keep paying for drinks. You've had a break up and you want to be consoled by apple-tinis and Nickelback? NO PROBLEM, just give me your credit card for the tab. God forbid you should hear some solid Irish punk like The Dropkick Murphy's or Flogging Molly IN A FUCKING PUB!!!!!! So, to the bitch at the Black Sheep Pub who is both an incompetent draft operator and inconsiderate server......FUCK....YOU. I'll drink at McGillian's from now on.