Ciao, Adios, Goodbye to 2012!

We finish 2012 as we began it...with another gratuitous pic of the impeccable amazing Amy! Happy New Year everyone!

Ashley Z!

I stand here with eggnog on my face. I thoroughly searched for her but never did find a photo of her during the auditions or exhibition season. I thought she was on a classified mission, but I stumbled upon a photo of her at the Miami Herald after a Miami win. One quick check with the Miami Heat website, I was a happy fan. She's back for year 3 of patrolling court side of the Triple A.

Truth in Advertising-Part 2?

In case you're wondering...Yes, Amy is up for Superheroine of the Year.

Tampa Christmas

Yes, the usual gratuitous photo of Rebecca, how did you guess? The girl trying to have the wardrobe malfunction is Lauren.

Belated Christmas Presents from Sports Illustrated

Happy Holidays from Task Force Miami!

Happy Christmas Eve!

The day was saved, Ryan Tannehill kneeled down and the game was over, Miami won 24-10. A prideful Amy stood guard knowing her awesome 5 year mission was extremely successful, but it had sadly come to an end.

"Bittersweet," the fiery redhead said.

I know that cheerleaders come and go, it's true, but there are certain ones that stick in your mind like former MDC Jaime Edmondson, Former TBBC Meagan Pravden, and former DCC Amy Reese. Our Amy is no exception.

God speed Amy!

The USS Missouri Misfires

The events of December 20, 2012 will live in Gotham NAS infamy. It falls into the category of TMI, so if that’s not your cup of spiced eggnog then bypass this story for another Yuletide adventure. If you’re intrepid enough to read about bodily functions, then carry on!

I was finishing the last minute touches on the Gotham officer Christmas party that was to be hosted at Admiral Dolittle’s house. I had the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies sitting in the corner, their irresistible aroma filled the kitchen. The aluminum cans full of adult beverages were nestling in the ice chest. The kitchen was full of all kinds of festive holiday goodies that were sure to add at least ten pounds to each attendee.

I was talking to the Old Man’s fiery granddaughter on my cellphone; I had it on speaker. It was setting on the marble counter as I moved a few Christmas sugar cookies into place. It was about this time when her grandfather marched into the kitchen. He smiled and then dropped something. He bent over and had his cannon perfectly aligned with my before mentioned cellphone.

The reason why I called his rear end a “cannon” was because as soon as he bent over he fired a loud obnoxious shot, perfect aim…direct hit on my phone’s microphone. He stood up, totally oblivious to the fact that my phone was on speaker mode. He proudly pointed to his pen, gave me thumbs up, and triumphantly walked out.

I was petrified. Mortified was more like it. I was pondering if the Ghost of Christmas Past was haunting me for nearly asphyxiating the entire Wolf clan a few times on our yearly Christmas Eve’s trek up to the Brevard orange grove my grandparents managed. I admit I dropped some rather ripe SBD depth charges in the backseat of that beat-up Oldsmobile.

Pure unadulterated trepidation sank in as I looked at the fuming phone. I swallowed hard as my middle name was mentioned with my first and last name. You’re always in the proverbial doghouse when a woman mentions it. While I’m on it, why oh why did my mom have to give me Tiberius as my middle name? “What?” I replied.

“You should be ashamed of yourself! That was nasty!”

“It was a duck.” I lied.

“That was no duck luv.”

I hate thinking fast on my feet when it comes to an awkward moment like this. I couldn’t tell her that her own grandfather broke wind like that. How embarrassing. “It was a Super Hornet breaking the sound barrier.”

“Bull, flyboy. That was no F-18, BUT it was something else that was breaking…”

“Uh,” I stammered, trying to come up with a coded message that she would understand, “The, ah, USS Missouri fired her main guns in anger for the first time since Desert Storm. How’s that?”

“He what?” she replied with amusement ringing in her ear.

“He did.”

The phone went silent and then went dead. Seconds later I heard a low snicker behind me. I turned around and saw Gemma. She placed her hand over her mouth and snorted. She slapped the island counter top as she lost control. She laughed so hard that her sides began to ache. Her forehead was nearly beet red as started to cough. I gently patted her back and asked if she were okay. She nodded and asked for a glass of water. One more cough and she drank the soothing cool water. She placed the glass down and smiled. “I haven’t laughed that hard in years.”

“He’s been drinking eggnog again?”

The redhead smugly nodded her head. She opened a drawer, pulling out a Santa hat, one of that’s equipped with a mistletoe hanging from the front. I had been set up. The sneaky heroine pulled me in for a Christmas smooch.

“Coming to the party tonight?” I lustfully asked as we pulled away.

“No,” she frowned, “I have a party to attend at Langley.”

I nodded my head knowing full well what that meant. I continued to push, “New Year’s Eve?”

“I’ll bring the champagne and donuts,” she purred. One more delicious kiss and she left.

I was deflated. I sighed and went back to work; seconds later Admiral Dolittle walked back in strutting like a peacock with a fresh out of the pan sweet gingerbread man in his hand. He bit off its poor head and chewed it as he smugly stated, “You can thank me later.”

Ladies Please!

I know you find Frosty so irresistibly cute, but please don't hug him: He'll melt!

Meanwhile, in Tampa...

We had another Meagan sighting! Maybe she's leaving clues for a 2013 return? One can only hope.

Truth in Advertising?

More Garv Christmas

Greg Horn's Elektra Christmas Card

Season's Greetings from Wonder Woman!

Said it before, I'll say it again: Dogs make WONDERful chick magnets, especially during Christmas.

12/12/12

Patriot Cheerleader Chrissy, Former TBBC Meagan, and current MDC Amy!

Flashback 2010

Yesterday wasn't a good day for the NFL teams that reside in the state of Florida. So why not help boost morale and post a pic of a cheery Meagan from 2010?

Pic from Jackson 1245 Flickr account.

December 7, 1941

Another Keith Garvey Christmas

Another pic to get you in the Christmas spirit while I finish my collaboration with the Might Melinda as I engage the treacherous Rhino Virus.

Amy's Hawaii Bound!

Christmas is in the Air

Tarot the Black Rose Witch patrols the frigid skies of New England, spreading holiday cheer to those down below, to say the least...

Amazing Amy!

The accolades continue to roll in for Amy, now she's the 2013 MDC pick for the Pro Bowl! Congrats Amy!

Great Hera Frank Cho!

Coming Soon!

Ryan's Mighty Christmas, Ryan's stuck home alone and all depressed for Christmas. What will Santa do to spread holly jolly holiday cheer to our favorite fighter pilot? Give him a MIGHTY present! A holiday collaboration with the voluptuous Mighty Melinda will be arriving just in time for your Christmas reading pleasure...provided my head lets me write.

Some Things to be Thankful for

Little late with this blog, but as they saying goes, "Better late than never."

STRETCH!

I was planning on posting an all important PSA this morning, but my brain decided to take yesterday afternoon off. It'll have to wait until most likely after Thanksgiving. So, this morning I asked Lara Croft if she'd stop by and show us the importance of a good stretch in the morning. You never know when or where you might need it.

Model: Tanya Croft deviant art
Ukraine Cosplayer

Meanwhile...back in Miami

Amy rocks!

RIP: Twinkies

A moment of silence please, today is a sad day in America. Hostess shut its doors. No more Twinkies, Ding Dongs, and other tasty junk food. Its a shame too, I survived on those during my cadet and ensign days. I had a Twinkie for breakfast the day I shot down a MiG-29 over the Adriatic Sea back in 1999. Twas my first kill. I'm going to drown my sorrows in a ice cold 20oz bottle of Coca-Cola. (For those of you living in NYC, that is illegal thanks to your mayor.)

Denise Milani

Heroine or villaness, I've always wondered.