A Birthday Visit from JR

Hey Ryan, it's your old buddy Jeremy Roenick here. A little birdie told me it was your birthday today. I want it to be a good one, so I have some ideas on how to celebrate like a champion. For example, here's what I did on my birthday last year:




First, I kicked the hot Swedish chicks out of bed. They're nice, but they can get clingy at times. Then I wiped the eyeliner and mascara off my face (to this day I don't know what happened that night, but I'm sure it was pretty wild.) After a big-ass breakfast, I called up Joe Thornton. He won't admit it, but Big Joe misses JR Time a LOT. Then I called up Daniel Carcillo, but he hung up on me. What a jerk. 


After the calls, I played a little NHL94 and made Gretzky's head bleed, because that's always fun. And "Swingers" was such a great movie. Oh well. I went on the patio, grilled some steaks and drank a lot of beer (but since you're from Minnesota, you may want to skip this step, since I think you would burst into flames upon contact with the sun.) 


It gets a bit fuzzy after that, but I know the Swedish girls came back and we had a golf cart. Then there was an awful lot of tequila...you know, screw it. Here are some tits to look at:

Happy Birthday! Your buddy, JR. P.S.: Say hi to your mom for me.

G-g-g-girl!

So that long awaited change to the Times that we were all waiting for is going to happen. Starting next Thursday in this very spot, one of the very bestest commenters in the in the world, and frequently my fill in in the past (before Steve started up here), will be writing a weekly post here at the Times.
I'm excited for a couple of reasons about having Beth help us out here. First, she'll provide a definite change of pace in perspective and writing style to Steve and I for a couple of reasons. She tends to be more thorough in her writing, and a lot less cynical, which should make her posts pleasant and refreshing. Second, I can't think of too many sites that feature a coed cache of writers. Sure, there's Epic Carnival, but I think at this point I'm the only one not writing over there. Usually when there are female bloggers, they tend to congregate, like with Ladies... or Babes Love Baseball, rather than comingle, or fly solo like the esteemed (and now retired) Bat-Girl. But no. Steve and I aren't of girls. We're happy to have Beth on our staff.