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Ppl don't play sports cuz its fun. Ask ne athlete, most of them hate it, but they couldnt imagine their life w/o it. Its part of them, the Hate/love relationship. its wat they live 4. They live 4 tha practices, parties, cheers, long bus rides, invitationals, countless pairs of diff. types of shoes, water, Gatorade, & coaches u hate but appreciate. They live for the way it feels when u beat tha team next to u by 1 pt. in overtime, & u know those 2 xtra sprints u ran in practice were worth it. They live for tha way u becum a family with ur team, they live for tha countless songs u sing in ur head when ur running ALL those suicides. They live for tha competition, they live 4 tha friends, tha practices, tha memories, tha pain, its who they r. It's who we r. WE R ATHLETES.....

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O'Leary's on South Halsted Street, 1906 “Canaryville” enjoyed a reputation as one of the toughest neighborhoods in the city from the late nineteenth through much of the twentieth century. A largely Irish community on the South Side adjacent to Bridgeport in the New City community it stretches from Fortieth to Forty-Seventh Street between Wentworth Avenue and Halsted, with the “Black Belt” to the east and the late Union Stock Yard to the west. Given its close proximity to the stockyards, the area's physical environment and economic life were shaped by livestock and meatpacking from the 1860s until the industry's decline in the postwar era. Canaryville's name may originally have derived from the legions of sparrows who populated the area at the end of the nineteenth century, feeding off stockyard refuse and grain from railroad cars, but the term was also applied to the neighborhood's rambunctious youth, its “wild canaries.” Gangs helped establish the neighborhood's truculent reputation and were active in attacks on African Americans during the 1919 Race Riot. Boasting a strong Democratic Party machine throughout the twentieth century, Canaryville also embraced a rich Roman Catholic cultural life centered on St. Gabriel's Parish. With the closing of the stockyards and the International Amphitheatre, population in the area began declining in the 1960s. Still populated largely by Irish

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garth brooks,larry bird, brock forsey , john lynch ...
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You are a true South Sider if------ everything can be settled with a fight - legal drinking age depends on what age you can get a run - you look forward to St. Paddy's day more than Christmas - its fine to drink at your house because your parents wont come home from the bar until 1 ish - friends are as good as family - you laugh your ass off when a suburban (orland/tinley/etc.) kid picks a fight with you because you make fun of their hairgel - when you go to a party and accidentally "forget" to put something back - you yell racial slurs out of your car window on Western -you drink in parks close to regularly - cops dont care what you do, as long as you clean up after yourself - your parents give up on you before sophomore year - you've worked some kind of construction job in the summer - you've quit smoking numerous times, but enjoyed it too much - hitting cars with snowballs is your winter pass-time - its ok to do that because your dad/uncle/brother is a cop - - weekdays are for your boy/girlfriend, weekends are for your boys/girls. sundays reserved for curing hangovers or a football game - you know you're tough and not afraid to prove it - LOATH northsiders and suburban pussies - you visit a friend in college and you're the one with the accent - the only other place you'd live is Boston - your typical night may involve beer, liqour, play, fighting, running from the cops, getting arrested, breaking random stuff for laughs. You know your from the southside if-the only beer your used to drinking is bush-light and ice-house and bud light is a delicasey. You drink more then 4 nights a week and work all day jus to buy your boo's. You go to the caddy shack not to caddy but to gamble. You believe in bro's before hoe's unless its a weekday. You have been running from the cops since you were in grammer school and only know a few people that have been caught. You know all the cops by name and what they run the 40 in. You know the 2 black bitch cops are a joke and laugh when they come up to the park. You'r friends always come first and you wouldnt have it ne other way. You have at some point in ur life been busted for waiting for a run up at morands. You'r meeting spot is Mr. Sub if everyone gets split up and you dont go in there to buy food but to warm up or cool down. You have been chased through the cemetery at least once and the Caj trails was at one point in ur life a second home. Everytime you walk through St. Xavs you mess wit security and even know a kid thats been run over by a security guard's car. You'r life time dream is to never leave the southside and downtown trips is always open game on them northside fags. You dream of opening a bar when you'r older and you know that you have a 75% chance of becoming an alcholic. You know that your bound to become a city worker of some sort and raise a family here. When you think of college you know that it is gonna be an all out party but in your heart you know it wont be as good as this. One of the highlights of the week is if there is a fight up at the park. 16 inch is your favorite past time even if you suck at it. Pattys day is better then Christmas and considered a day of obligation to get hammered. You are irish through and through and wouldnt change it for the world.

Music:

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Movies:

pretty much anything that makes me laugh

Television:

sportscenter pretty much anything on ESPN except golf comedy central n mtv

Books:

not realli a big fan but the outsiders was good

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