I NEED MY SPORTS
today i will needlessly yap about sports. rant and rave. whatever you wanna call it. ya think i'm just obsessed with horror all the time? give me some credit. i got intellect. not much but the glass is half full.
just a few hours ago i read some late breaking ny knick's news.
kurt thomas was arrested for beating his wife. oddly enough latrell sprewell broke his hand. coincidence? could spree and mrs. thomas be in cahoots? did spree injure his hand's on his teammate's wife's face?
it's more pathetic news on the knick front. a truly raggity tag team of losers. i mean kurt thomas is the CENTER!?! dude is barely 5'7. McHurt is going to McSuck. Spree (when not abusing that ganja and frolicking with teammate's wives) has to motivate himself to care. houston, mr. $100 million dollar man, can't drive to hoop without an SUV. charlie "i can't believe they pay me" ward. he's still counting his blessings he's got an NBA job.
clarence "i get posterized by McGrady" weatherspoon, the big o...othella harrington. mediocre as you can get. dolesux. frankie "i'm a rookie!" williams.i could go on. but i digress.
the jets go and stink up the field like shit hitting a fan. the giants remain one of the stupidest teams ever (:07 left...lets throw a lob pass to get intercepted)
and on and on. why do i even bother rooting for any NY team. oh yes. the mets. never a dull moment there. ordonez can eat my poo poo. and i again i digress.
finally, in mid-Oct i'm going to Madison, Wisonsin to visit my cousin. the midwest or in this case the mid-east is quite intriguing. i'm a New Yorker. but small cities super intrigue me. it's like stepping into your own TV sitcom. i imagine getting into adventure. i'll start speaking clever like in Buffy or Gilmore Girls.y'know all WB-ish.
getting breakfast would be like an entire episode.
right before the commerical a punchline would go like this...
Cousin:i thought you hated bacon
Me: sometimes i feel like bacon
Cousin: feel like bacon? so you're telling me you feel like pig and grease?
Me: well you gotta psyche yourself up for the bacon. it's like bacon-palooza. gotta make it into an event.
y'know. eggs and sausage are the sideshows. bacon gets top bill.
Cousin: you eating habits are not just strange...they're ...umm...without a doubt interstellar strange. aliens wouldn't know what to feed you.
Me: it's all relative.
Cousin: i see.
Me: just don't get me started on pancakes
Then i'm off to chicago. city by the lake. pretty much it's going to a different city that's intriguing (i'm fully conscious i've used the word intrigue numerous times in last 3 thought bubbles). i'm still contemplating on what i'm gonna do there.
Suggestions?
End Transmission
l
today i will needlessly yap about sports. rant and rave. whatever you wanna call it. ya think i'm just obsessed with horror all the time? give me some credit. i got intellect. not much but the glass is half full.
just a few hours ago i read some late breaking ny knick's news.
kurt thomas was arrested for beating his wife. oddly enough latrell sprewell broke his hand. coincidence? could spree and mrs. thomas be in cahoots? did spree injure his hand's on his teammate's wife's face?
it's more pathetic news on the knick front. a truly raggity tag team of losers. i mean kurt thomas is the CENTER!?! dude is barely 5'7. McHurt is going to McSuck. Spree (when not abusing that ganja and frolicking with teammate's wives) has to motivate himself to care. houston, mr. $100 million dollar man, can't drive to hoop without an SUV. charlie "i can't believe they pay me" ward. he's still counting his blessings he's got an NBA job.
clarence "i get posterized by McGrady" weatherspoon, the big o...othella harrington. mediocre as you can get. dolesux. frankie "i'm a rookie!" williams.i could go on. but i digress.
the jets go and stink up the field like shit hitting a fan. the giants remain one of the stupidest teams ever (:07 left...lets throw a lob pass to get intercepted)
and on and on. why do i even bother rooting for any NY team. oh yes. the mets. never a dull moment there. ordonez can eat my poo poo. and i again i digress.
finally, in mid-Oct i'm going to Madison, Wisonsin to visit my cousin. the midwest or in this case the mid-east is quite intriguing. i'm a New Yorker. but small cities super intrigue me. it's like stepping into your own TV sitcom. i imagine getting into adventure. i'll start speaking clever like in Buffy or Gilmore Girls.y'know all WB-ish.
getting breakfast would be like an entire episode.
right before the commerical a punchline would go like this...
Cousin:i thought you hated bacon
Me: sometimes i feel like bacon
Cousin: feel like bacon? so you're telling me you feel like pig and grease?
Me: well you gotta psyche yourself up for the bacon. it's like bacon-palooza. gotta make it into an event.
y'know. eggs and sausage are the sideshows. bacon gets top bill.
Cousin: you eating habits are not just strange...they're ...umm...without a doubt interstellar strange. aliens wouldn't know what to feed you.
Me: it's all relative.
Cousin: i see.
Me: just don't get me started on pancakes
Then i'm off to chicago. city by the lake. pretty much it's going to a different city that's intriguing (i'm fully conscious i've used the word intrigue numerous times in last 3 thought bubbles). i'm still contemplating on what i'm gonna do there.
Suggestions?
End Transmission
l
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