Don't Get Caught Watching the Paint Dry
Well, I feel cheated.
There's a series on AMC called "Date Night
." The premise of this reality show is a guy watches the same movie with like 10 different women.
On the lead-in back to the movie from commercial, they show the two individuals reacting. Great idea for a show, I think.
Well, tonight's movie is "Hoosiers." And that's not right. Because back in the day, Hoosiers was my first-date movie.
If someone could stand sitting with me as I encouraged Coach Dale to stick with his halfcourt sets and strict rules about ball movement...if my date could both respect and understand that Jimmy Chitwood was the best player to lace up his Chuck Taylor's in the state of Indiana...if my companion understood why Shooter needed to finish coaching the close game...and if Miss Thang knew how much that final game meant; that South Bend Central was bigger, tougher, stronger and had fancier uniforms yet Hickory still outplayed them...then she was primed for a second date.
Or, if I were to play devil's advocate or see it from the particular person's eyes - no shot.
In fact, a NYC columnist wrote an article about the movie, and the 50 year anniversary of the victory by Milan H.S. (the real name of the school that won the '54 Indiana state title). He told the real-life Jimmy Chitwood (his name is Bobby Plump and he owns a restaurant in Indianapolis called "Bobby's Last Shot") about my use of the movie - and his jump shooting - to determine my dating future. Chitwood/Plump damn near lost it and I got a chance to chat with him a few weeks after the article was printed.
But bottom line - this particular AMC show would be a smash hit if I were able to dust off my bootlegged VHS copy of "Hoosiers."
Apropos of nothing:
Our shampooing president is showing the height of his arrogance, stupidity and ignorance. None of those three qualities are unique of each other. You had a bipartisan committee - that means Republican and Democrat there, Dubya - one guy even "worked for yo' Daddy." They both said that your plans suck. Your planning sucked. Your ideas sucked. And that your cabinet, especially the see-you-next-Tuesday and soon-to-be-former Defense secretary, you all suck.
Of course, they used flowery words, but bottom line is...they said you suck and your suckitude is killing Americans by the C-130 load. Their recommendations? Stop sucking and start doing something about it.
But this shampooing assclown doesn't think it's a good idea. Great.
On Jan. 20, 2009, come on down to the Biggest Little - I'll be throwing a party.
Unless the Democrats continue to chart their course of disaster to try to win the Oval Office. And you know what I'm talking about. Not judging, just saying...
Alright, back to running numbers.