Note to newcomers:Hi y'all. Nomar here.
I'm from Cow Dick, TX and I sell love potions.
Welcome, new people.
I will never learn your names and have no interest in your opinions unless they align perfectly with mine.
Good luck.
Hi,Slow week with no games. Rather than derail some of the current dumpster fire threads, figured I would start a new one welcoming our new friends to the Boneyard.
Maybe this could be a safe space to introduce yourself, ask any questions about Boneyard idiosyncrasies you don’t understand, and if needed, let loose about anything on the Boneyard that upsets you.
Welcome to the Boneyard!!! I’d like to see the first response in say, 20 minutes.
7 posts in, someone plays it pretty darn straight, and it's a really nice post. Thanks for this.I’m one of the Fich duo on this site.1999 is the first year I truly remember at 7 years old. Been here for the ups, downs, and recycles. Kemba, Charlie V, and Adrien are my favorite players all time.
I also live in Charlotte and get to see UConn greats turn into NBA dumpster fires for the Hornets on a regular basis.
Always down to chat about anything in life, but love to point out that in 2004 both the UConn Men’s and Women’s teams won the championship in the same season, and then followed it up 10 years later!
But did you try to drown yourself in a toilet bowl?Hi y'all. Nomar here.
I'm from Cow Dick, TX and I sell love potions.

There's always a "new guy". And right now it's TroyinNC.Are there actually new BY members? I assumed it was basically the same people for the past decade. And the number of members is declining. Like newspaper delivery customers.
How true. I had to click on "Showed Ignored Content" in order to see & Like your post.WeAreUCONN. The board and I have a love/hate relationship but who doesn’t. Go Huskies.
Even by Boneyard standards this is (…. ).Hi, I am CL82. The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.
Upon reflection, I'm most surprised that the Sunday wee hours surgical draining of an abscess located in the next adjacent anatomical neighborhood to my scrotum included an IV tracing dye injection, cat scan, ultrasound, multiple anesthetizing needle jabs, and, presumably, a scalpel for the main event...but no shaving, just a Senior discount when Shawn Marie cut my hair earlier this week, with a straight edge razor to my neck as a coda.At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.
You really need to get a Zoroastrian doctor.Upon reflection, I'm most surprised that the Sunday wee hours surgical draining of an abscess located in the next adjacent anatomical neighborhood to my scrotum included an IV tracing dye injection, cat scan, ultrasound, multiple anesthetizing needle jabs, and, presumably, a scalpel for the main event...but no shaving, just a Senior discount when Shawn Marie cut my hair earlier this week, with a straight edge razor to my neck as a coda.
plagiarismEven by Boneyard standards this is (…. ).
Ok newbies what say you! Fill in the blank!
I think you nailed it there at the end. It's a car crash of the written word.UConn Class of '91 here, I've seen pretty much every game that I could since 1987 or so. I was there at MSG when we won the NIT in '88, as well as the Meadowlands in '90 when Burrell-to-Tate lifted us to the highest of highs only to witness first-hand Laettner tearing our hearts out 2 days later. It has been quite a ride. I remember saying to myself in the mid-90s after yet another heartbreaking loss in a regional final that my only goal in life was to see us in a Final Four, never dreamed of how far we would exceed that.
I started lurking on this board right around the time Danny H. was being discussed to replace KO and wanted to get the inside scoop. Since then I have found that for every 25 ridiculous takes, there is a nugget of valuable insight. But I am always entertained. This place scares me, and yet I can't look away...
How did you know she was Zoroastrian? The only thing I can think of is as fire plays a major roles in their rituals, it's quite possible that she burned off your sack hair. I truly hope that wasn't the case.Hi, I am CL82. The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.
She was chanting the teachings of Zoroaster as she shaved them. No fire involved, but the warm towel afterwards was pleasant.How did you know she was Zoroastrian? The only thing I can think of is as fire plays a major roles in their rituals, it's quite possible that she burned off your sack hair. I truly hope that wasn't the case.
I never knew you spoke ancient PersianShe was chanting the teachings of Zoroaster as she shaved them. No fire involved, but the warm towel afterwards was pleasant.
There is much you don’t know about me…I never knew you spoke ancient Persian

True, but considering your recent, soul bearing post, I wish there was more that I didn't know.There is much you don’t know about me…![]()
Soul bearing? It was entirely inconsequential.True, but considering your recent, soul bearing post, I wish there was more that I didn't know.