I was reading some blog entry Geilfuss posted yesterday and the title was this - Boat's, Hoe's, and a Trip to the Country. And as I read the thing I never did come across a mention of farming or gardening - so I was baffled about the hoe part. Also, Geilfuss goes into some detail about Creech running around a tiki bar, dead drunk, with his jeans around his ankles (click here -http://itcouldbekobebryant.blogspot.com/). And I wondered if Creech finally nailed a fat chick - I remember him going on and on and on about it Thanksgiving Eve (I believe there is a post on this blog from like a week after Thanksgiving that details the conversation). And if these were country girls at this tiki bar, then maybe he finally did a fat chick. Or maybe all the big chicks at this tiki bar had just come in from farming and still had their hoes and other farming implements in their hands. Who knows? For the life of me, I can't figure out why Geilfuss would lure his readers in with the promise of blogging about farming tools, then merely mention Creech chasing loose women all around a tiki bar with his jeans around his ankles. Maybe there's something I'm not getting???
I also took a peek at TMQ on ESPN.com and that guy is really good - the best writer on their site by far and obviously way brighter than me or any of the readers of his column (in fact, I'm surprised he has an audience on a terribly dumbed down site like ESPN.com - what with Simmons and his silly, silly, obvious, obvious, and pointless columns getting tons of readers). Anyway, the TMQ guy is worth reading, especially in the fall. But today, he went on for thousands of words about Battlestar Galactica. I mean thousands. And I've never seen the show, but I know Keith watches it - so he'd definitely enjoy the TMQ column about it. This TMQ guy, I know he's smart because he rips old Barry for this economic power grab he's been orchestrating. If you don't believe me and how I've been going on and on about it -read this TMQ guy.
And I'm pretty sure that ESPN in general is in the tank for old Barry - they even had his bracket selections on SportsCenter last month - pitiful. Getting used by Barack Hussien Obama to curry favor with morons who fill out brackets - that should be ESPN's motto. Lots of poorly spoken analysts on the SportsCenter as well - it's pretty much unwatchable with the sound on - except if they have Trent Dilfer on there - he is excellent; he's well spoken and insightful. And maybe if they have on my main man Emmit Smith - but I heard they fired Emmit to bring in Matt Millen. Now, Emmit was perhaps the worst spoken person to ever appear on any television program in the known history of the known universe. BUT, he was also maybe the most entertaining. I would stay up after MNF just to listen to Emmit break down what happened during the game. And who else could possibly make SportsCenter appointment viewing on Monday night after midnight? Nobody - except Emmit. If you're not down with Emmit Smith, then I have no interest in talking to you - at all. Unless, you're a girl - then I'd prefer you had no idea about sports at all and be clueless about who Emmit Smith is entirely. There is nothing worse than trying to talk sports with girls - with the exception of Cara Forester (she could talk about football with great insight and is the only girl I ever took to a TOSU game, but I haven't spoken to her since 1994). OK, it might be worse to try and talk sports with fairly clueless front running fans of whoever is popular at the time (the Irish, the Yankees, the Sox, the Cowboys, the Packers, the Niners, and the Trojans having some of the worst offenders in their fan bases over various points the past 30 years - and of course Chelsea, the worst of the worst - those front running fans know nothing about the nuances of soccer). Anyway, good luck to Matt Millen - he can't be any worse on ESPN than he was as GM of the Lions - and I still say that if someone in Motown decided to, in a moment of passion, do some kind of physical harm to Millen, they would be acquitted by any reasonable jury. Wouldn't you think?
I was out at Royal Soak last night and the typical Monday trivia game breaks out as always. And I didn't play too well (3rd place). And the most frustrating part is I missed a question that had to do with Married With Children at the end - if I'd come up with it, I'd have won. Anyway, Danny stopped in for awhile and had to take off. After the trivia, I was intensely watching the Bulls/Celts game and thank you Ben Gordon (Bulls covered the 8) and there was this girl to my right and I'm not sure exactly how we started chatting, but I think it may have been when a Prince song came on the Satellite Radio, because I was going on like always about Seven and how I wished it would come on or Cream or The Pope and anyway this girl actually knew what the hell I was talking about (those are other Prince songs in case anyone reads this who doesn't get me yet - and yes, somehow, the number of readers to this blog continues to grow). So, I was gonna leave and watch the 2nd game (not pleasant to think about that game - I should have known that the day I put that coyote mascot on my blog the Spurs would win convincingly) at another venue. But I got to talking to this girl and we had a nice conversation - which is boring to write about so I won't. But I ended up staying at Royal Soak. And there were some folks around early to mid 30's down the way from us and they were throwing the old Darts around and they started to sing along to the Satellite Radio - only it was 90's songs and they were singing along to some of the most terrible songs ever recorded, including a Hootie and the Counting Crowfish song and worst of all, Creed. I tried to kind of laugh about it, but after awhile they got really tiresome - there was one dude and two chicks. So, finally a Porno For Pyros song comes on (and I am a huge fan of Porno For Pyros) and this time I start screaming the words and these three folks were not happy about that. And I looked down to them and said "That's how I've felt the last 2 hours. Please quit singing. You're ruining an otherwise perfectly nice Monday evening." And they quit after that and took off.
The girl I was chatting with at Royal Soak (Laura) said at one point "I used to work here for like 2 years" And I said "How? You're not fat." And she laughed at that. She had a sense of humor. She laughed at the right things.
U can be the President
I'd rather be the Pope
U can be the side effect
I'd rather be the dope
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