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[Mike Douche]

Where I grew up in the NW burbs, our next door neighbor was an evil widow whose punishments of her two boys were legendary (and greatly exaggerated, no doubt).  If a ball landed in her yard, it was a frightening prospect for my friends and me to jump her fence and fetch it since her reputation so preceded her.  Oddly enough, both her and my mom were immigrants--probably the only two on the block.  And even though they were from the same part of the globe, they may as well have been from different universes as my neighbor was born in Scotland and my mom was born in Ireland. Naturally, they had little use for each other.  Of course, we being Irish Catholic and therefore a large family (5 kids) was something that our next door neighbor took note of as, my mom would tell me years later, the only communication that this woman ever really had with my mom would be when she would mutter at my mom about keeping her "papist kids" off of her lawn.  I always thought that "papist" was an odd pejorative but I can see now that it was rather common.

[Internet Apex]

Where I grew up in the NW burbs, our next door neighbor was an evil widow whose punishments of her two boys were legendary (and greatly exaggerated, no doubt).  If a ball landed in her yard, it was a frightening prospect for my friends and me to jump her fence and fetch it since her reputation so preceded her.  Oddly enough, both her and my mom were immigrants--probably the only two on the block.  And even though they were from the same part of the globe, they may as well have been from different universes as my neighbor was born in Scotland and my mom was born in Ireland. Naturally, they had little use for each other.  Of course, we being Irish Catholic and therefore a large family (5 kids) was something that our next door neighbor took note of as, my mom would tell me years later, the only communication that this woman ever really had with my mom would be when she would mutter at my mom about keeping her "papist kids" off of her lawn.  I always thought that "papist" was an odd pejorative but I can see now that it was rather common.

That story rules.

Intrepid Reader: Homer Stokes



Papie!

[Corn-fed]

Where I grew up in the NW burbs, our next door neighbor was an evil widow whose punishments of her two boys were legendary (and greatly exaggerated, no doubt).  If a ball landed in her yard, it was a frightening prospect for my friends and me to jump her fence and fetch it since her reputation so preceded her.  Oddly enough, both her and my mom were immigrants--probably the only two on the block.  And even though they were from the same part of the globe, they may as well have been from different universes as my neighbor was born in Scotland and my mom was born in Ireland. Naturally, they had little use for each other.  Of course, we being Irish Catholic and therefore a large family (5 kids) was something that our next door neighbor took note of as, my mom would tell me years later, the only communication that this woman ever really had with my mom would be when she would mutter at my mom about keeping her "papist kids" off of her lawn.  I always thought that "papist" was an odd pejorative but I can see now that it was rather common.

That story rules.

Intrepid Reader: Homer Stokes



Papie!

It's gonna be, "back to the flour mill, Pappy!" Th' int'rests can take care o' themselves!

[Internet Apex]

Where I grew up in the NW burbs, our next door neighbor was an evil widow whose punishments of her two boys were legendary (and greatly exaggerated, no doubt).  If a ball landed in her yard, it was a frightening prospect for my friends and me to jump her fence and fetch it since her reputation so preceded her.  Oddly enough, both her and my mom were immigrants--probably the only two on the block.  And even though they were from the same part of the globe, they may as well have been from different universes as my neighbor was born in Scotland and my mom was born in Ireland. Naturally, they had little use for each other.  Of course, we being Irish Catholic and therefore a large family (5 kids) was something that our next door neighbor took note of as, my mom would tell me years later, the only communication that this woman ever really had with my mom would be when she would mutter at my mom about keeping her "papist kids" off of her lawn.  I always thought that "papist" was an odd pejorative but I can see now that it was rather common.

That story rules.

Intrepid Reader: Homer Stokes



Papie!

It's gonna be, "back to the flour mill, Pappy!" Th' int'rests can take care o' themselves!

I fuckin' hate that I no longer own that movie or Lebowski. I bought both for my dad as gifts when I lived down there and didn't douche out and snatch them on my way out.

[Taylor]

Wait a minute. There are Papists on this site?

MODS!!!!!!

[Indolent Reader]

Papist, schmapist.  Try being left-handed.  You haven't truly felt the slap of The Man (and a right-handed slap at that) until you try signing those keypads at Target with the pen connected to the right side.  Brutal.

[butthead]

Papist, schmapist.  Try being left-handed.  You haven't truly felt the slap of The Man (and a right-handed slap at that) until you try signing those keypads at Target with the pen connected to the right side.  Brutal.

So you're a southpaw?

[Kwyjibo]

Papist, schmapist.  Try being left-handed.  You haven't truly felt the slap of The Man (and a right-handed slap at that) until you try signing those keypads at Target with the pen connected to the right side.  Brutal.

So you're a southpaw?

Which brings us back around to baseball, where the term "southpaw" was born.

McStiff is a southpaw.

And he eats ass.

[The Ghost of Desipio Past]

Papist, schmapist.  Try being left-handed.  You haven't truly felt the slap of The Man (and a right-handed slap at that) until you try signing those keypads at Target with the pen connected to the right side.  Brutal.

So you're a southpaw?

Which brings us back around to baseball, where the term "southpaw" was born.

McStiff is a southpaw.

And he eats ass.

Ergo....

[Kermit]

Papist, schmapist.  Try being left-handed.  You haven't truly felt the slap of The Man (and a right-handed slap at that) until you try signing those keypads at Target with the pen connected to the right side.  Brutal.

I hear you, man.  Not to mention the ever-present ink smears on my left pinky finger.

[Kermit]

Papist, schmapist.  Try being left-handed.  You haven't truly felt the slap of The Man (and a right-handed slap at that) until you try signing those keypads at Target with the pen connected to the right side.  Brutal.

I hear you, man.  Not to mention the ever-present ink BBQ sauce smears on my left pinky finger face.

Preemptive strike'ed.

[Corn-fed]

Papist, schmapist.  Try being left-handed.  You haven't truly felt the slap of The Man (and a right-handed slap at that) until you try signing those keypads at Target with the pen connected to the right side.  Brutal.

So you're a southpaw?

Which brings us back around to baseball, where the term "southpaw" was born.

Sadly, no.

http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=southpaw

southpaw

"lefthander," 1885, originally baseball slang, of pitchers, often said to have been coined by Finley Peter Dunne ("Mr. Dooley"), Chicago sports journalist and humorist, in the days when baseball diamonds were regularly oriented with home plate to the west. But south paw "a person's left hand" is attested from 1848 in the slang of pugilism.

http://www.word-detective.com/093098.html#southpaw

Let us turn, therefore, to the appropriately-titled "Southpaws and Sunday Punches," a dictionary of sporting terms penned by Christine Ammer (Penguin, 1992), "southpaw" may date back to a particular baseball field in Chicago in the late 1800s. According to legend, "southpaw" was coined because at that time the Cubs' home plate faced east, meaning that if the pitcher were left-handed, his throwing arm would be to the south. Voila, "southpaw." According to another book, "How to Talk Baseball" by Mike Whiteford (Galahad, 1996), the term was coined by Finley Peter Dunne, a sportswriter for the Chicago News, who, along with another writer, was using it "as early as 1887."

Personally, I have doubts about this story. It's a bit too perfect, and the Oxford English Dictionary lists a non-baseball citation for "south paw," meaning a punch with the left hand, from 1848. That's a bit early for the phrase to have come from baseball, although it's not absolutely impossible.

[Corn-fed]

(Then again, maybe baseball is old enough to predate this.)

[butthead]

(Then again, maybe baseball is old enough to predate this.)

Stew, can you verify any of this?

[Kwyjibo]

(Then again, maybe baseball is old enough to predate this.)

Stew, can you verify any of this?

He was the last guy picked for the first-ever game.