Blogging Away to Beat the Band
Ok, I'm gonna say something. If you like it, hold onto it. If not, just send it on back: I can't wait for the hoops season to be over.
I'd like an ounce of life to be back. And mind you, this is the best team I've ever had the pleasure and honor of dealing with. 12 little brothers - as little as a 6-9, 295 lb. person could be... - perhaps I meant "younger."
But jumping Jesus on a pogo stick...I have no shampooing life.
And that's adversely affecting the blogosphere. And you and I both know that can't happen.
Zero creativity. Zero time to feign creativity and pump out dreck. I got nothing.
So disappointing, because as angst and ennui birthed this here blog, those same two overlying expressions are slowly killing it.
No fear - I've booked the annual postseason trip and that should be 2+ weeks of material. But should you all have to wait until mid-April for pure comedic genius? I don't think it's quite fair, but I don't get to make the rules. I just have to live by them, while living vicariously through the person who is always two steps ahead of me.
So with apologies to Peter King for paraphrasing his column title, here are two things of crap I think I think/crap:
- Clemens is lying. McNamee is lying. Lots of folks are cheating. And the difference between lying and cheating is simple: you can only lie if you're asked.
- See also, Sampson, Kelvin...
Alright, I'm sleepy. G'night y'all. I promise to try to keep trying.